My Body-Mine (6 page)

I did as instructed, feeling like I’d been sent back to kindergarten. I figured it could be a lot worse so I kept my mouth shut.

“
That’s Standing Position Two. Clasp your hands behind your back and push out your chest. Right. That’s Standing Position Three. I also use it as the Resting Stance.”

I sent Marcello an enquiring glance, not knowing if I had permission to speak.

“
If I tell you to rest, assume the Standing Position with your arms behind your back. Kneel for me.”

I brought myself quickly to the floor, my buttocks resting on the heels of my pumps.

“
For this pose I will say, ‘Kneel.’ It has the same variations as the Standing Positions. Show me.”

I knelt with my spine straight, my head facing forward, and my eyes downcast. Then I presented the different arm variations, moving them from my sides, to my neck, and then behind my back. I worried that the purpose of the exercise was to prepare me to be presented to other Doms in the community. Despite my anxiety, I could feel the G-string, thoroughly wet, cling to me.

“
When I say, ‘Kneel
down,
’ you will part your knees but keep your toes touching, your body bent over and your forehead on the ground
,
cushioned by your hands. Eyes closed. Show me now.”

Assuming the Kneeling Down Position left me exposed and vulnerable.

“
You are so sexy in that stance,” he said as he bent over, running his hand over my ass, trailing his fingers below my mound. “Standing Two,” he barked.

Hurriedly rising up, I started putting my arms behind my body but then swiftly placed my palms in back of my neck
with my elbows out.

“
Kneeling Three,” he ordered.

I lowered myself down onto my heels and clasped my hands behind me, keeping my gaze to the ground.

“
Perfect,” he said. “When I say, ‘Present’ you are to bend all the way over and present your ass to me. I might say, ‘Present over the couch’ and you’d fold your body forward over the arm.”

I leaned over to touch my toes, the garters stretching but holding firm.

“
Great. Make sure you write them in your journal so you don’t forget what I’ve just shown you.”

“
Yes, Sir.”

“
Let’s sit on the bed together.”

Filled with anticipation, I followed him over to the bed. No way could I be getting off that lightly.

He kissed me again, scrambling my thoughts and rendering me more pliable.

“
Tell me what you fantasize about when you masturbate,” he said.

His request shocked me. I shifted sideways to face him on the bed. “Since masturbation is off the table, why does it matter?”

Marcello’s rapid fire response left me breathless. Seizing the D-ring at my throat, he hauled me over his lap and spanked my ass three times with increasing force.

“
Okay, okay,” I said, covering my
butt
with my hands.

“
We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice, Jane. Don’t confuse my willingness to start from the beginning with spinelessness. Make no mistake; I am in control.” His eyes narrowed, and his pupils turned darker.

“
Sorry, Sir … yes, Sir.” Moving my hands, I waited for more blows; instead, he leaned over, bit my right butt che
ek
and then quickly placed me back beside him. “Owww,” I grunted but then breathed an enormous sigh of relief. I knew it could have been much worse.

“
This is the part where you get over your embarrassment of who you are and let go of who you think you should be. I want to see the real you and for you to own her. If you tell me your fantasies, I won’t conclude you want them to happen unless you say otherwise. They might give me ideas, however.” He playfully twitched his eyebrows and added, “And for that you’ll just have to trust me.”

I didn’t answer immediately. I sat, flummoxed, debating what to share. Many possible fantasies popped to the forefront, but I quickly dismissed them one after the other. Anyone of them would be completely mortifying to relate out loud.

“
Jane …” he said, clutching my upper arm in a threatening fashion. At any moment the spanking and/or biting would begin again.

Although Luke liked to spank me during our time together, his preferred punishment came via a whip or a paddle. Marcello’s larger, thicker hands made his palm a potentially brutal tool for my disciplining.

“
Sorry, I’m trying to decide which fantasy to choose,” I said.

“
Select the one you’re most embarrassed to share and that way we can get it out of the way. Nothing else you’ll tell me will seem as bad.”

Marcello’s confidence and lack of inhibitions encouraged me to feel more reassured about my body, my choices, and my life. With Luke I felt I had to morph into someone else to please him while Marcello encouraged the real me to emerge.

As to fantasies, I had to agree with his perverse logic and didn’t want to hide from him. “Okay, you asked for it.” Taking a deep breath, the heat already infusing my cheeks, I slowly released the air from my lungs, determined to share my most embarrassing
imaginings
.

“
There are different versions to this same
story
… I’ve been running on the sand at Hollywood Beach and I decide to take the long route back to my car. Unbeknownst to me, I’m being followed. I feel a chill up my spine, but when I turn around, I don’t see anyone. Brushing off the feeling, I continue to listen to the cool down songs on my iPod, singing along.” I paused to make one more plea. “Do I have to?”

“
Trust me,” he said, leaning forward and lightly kissing my pouty mouth.

How could I deny the man who had given me the time to heal and helped me to find value in myself again?

“
I do. I really do,” I said, staring directly at him. “Okay, so …” I closed my eyes as the fantasy spilled out of me. “Someone comes up behind me and puts a cloth over my mouth. In my fantasy, I’m passed out but I still feel him carry me to a car and lay me in the backseat. After a while I wake up to find my arms secured behind my back and ankles tied together, my eyes covered.”

“
So you don’t know what he looks like?”

Opening my eyes, I looked straight into Marcello’s and said, “No, not yet.”

“
See, this isn’t so hard.”

“
For you,” I said and laughed. In truth, he was right but I hadn’t gotten to the meat of the story yet. “He drives me into the wilderness, away from everything. The ease with which he carries me into his house tells me he is a large man. He brings me down to the basement and tosses me onto the bed. Removing the blindfold, I see him for the first time.”

I broke from the story and said, “His appearance changes with my mood but honestly, it’s been a while since I’ve had this particular fantasy.”

“
Continue,” he said, caressing my thigh.

Avoiding his eyes, I carried on, “He informs me that there is no escaping, that my life is now his. I look over his shoulder and see there is a reverse lock on the door. ‘What do you want from me?’ I say. He responds, ‘It’s not what I want but what I’ll take. This room is now your home.’ He lays me on the bed and makes a sweeping gesture around the sixteen-by-twenty-foot space without windows. There’s another door on the far side I assume is a bathroom. There is a sink against the wall with cabinets. Other than that, just the bed I’m sitting on.

“
He unties my wrists and fastens them to the headboard of the full-size bed. My feet secured to the corners of the baseboard, I lie there, bound. I see him retrieving scissors from the counter and then he cuts away my workout clothes. My nipples are hard, which embarrasses me greatly. I don’t want to be turned on by this madman but I am.”

I stopped sharing and released the breath I had been holding. “I usually cum by this point and am left disgusted with myself.”

“
Tell me what he does to you.”

“
Oh, fucks me in any number of ways. I become his sex pet, for lack of a better term. He makes sure I’m fed but otherwise only comes in to fuck me.”

“
Interesting,” Marcello said, tugging on his upper lip.

“
How so?” I asked.

“
Did you know rape fantasies are common among women?”

“
No, I didn’t. Are they really?” My eyes widened in surprise.

“
Quite. Yours goes a step farther to complete possession but that makes total sense to me.”

“
Why do you say that?” I asked, feeling somewhat defensive.

“
You long to be taken, possessed, and kept. You’re still trying to heal the hurt from the lack of relationship with your father and you crave an intense connection.”

I softened, realizing he spoke with compassion, not judgment. “Is that what we have? An intense connection?”

He grasped my wrist and
placed
my
palm
on the bulge in his pants. “
Senza dubbio
, without a doubt.”

Glancing down at my hand, I felt the energy from his hard cock, and his obvious arousal blazed across my skin.

“
Move up on the bed and make yourself comfortable. I want to watch you masturbate for me.”

I was temporarily frozen in place. I knew I had better respond quickly or suffer the consequences, but I had never played with myself in front of a lover. Touching myself during sex seemed completely different. He wanted me to put on a show?

“
It isn’t wise to make me repeat myself,” he said. His stern tone implied the possible ramifications of my delay.

I took my time arranging the pillows behind me. How could I let Luke whip me in front of a crowd and yet cringe at the thought of masturbating for Marcello? It’s not that I thought I looked bad or would appear silly. Somehow all I had done and experienced up until then had been instigated by someone else’s demands. Although ordered to do so, I alone would be responsible for my own release.

My body, as it seemed so prone to do, disagreed with me. The humiliation had my skin on fire, tingling. Goosebumps rioted up my back. I finally settled against the pillows. My high-heels on the mattress made my calves arch. I faced Marcello, who lounged at the edge of the bed.

“
Shall I assume this is a first for you?” he said, crossing his legs in front of him.

I found it rather endearing to see my large lover Dom sitting in the middle of the bed like a young boy. His broad smile encouraged me even more.

Closing my eyes, I decided to begin as if alone in my bed. I started by running my hands lightly over my breasts, tweaking my already stiff nipples.

“
You don’t get to hide, Jane. Open those beautiful green eyes of yours. Now.”

I quickly obeyed his command and the sexual tension ratcheted higher. Focusing on Marcello’s face, I tried to channel a more extroverted version of myself. Pinching and twisting my nipples, I watched his pupils dilate. A groan escaped his mouth. That spurred me on.

I allowed my hands to roam down over the lace that covered my torso, tracing the ridge of the garter belt. Dipping down lower, I trailed my fingers over my smooth mound. Inspired by the expression on his face, I yanked up on the G-string, causing the thin material to separate my labia and press hard against my swollen clit.

“
Mamma mia
, you are driving me crazy,” he murmured.

Loving his impassioned response, I continued my exploration. Shifting the thin material to the side, I ran my fingers through my wetness, bringing them to my mouth to taste.

“
Oh
cazzo
,” he grunted.

The embarrassment left me, replaced by a compulsion to drive Marcello insane. I dipped two fingers deeply inside me, swirling them around to capture my wetness. Leaning forward I held them out to him.

He savored my smell before tasting me, causing his respiration to accelerate almost to a pant. Grabbing my hand he ravaged my fingers with his tongue, sucking them into his mouth. “More,” he commanded.

Getting off on the passion ignited between us, I took my time, purling around my lips and clit, dipping back to my wet pussy to capture more cum for Marcello.

Then he slowly ran his tongue over each finger, sucking them in and out of his mouth, causing me to groan. “Ohhhh.”

He released my wrist and I continued my quest to drive him into a frenzy. I used my left hand to tweak my nipples while my right continued to churn in and around my cunt. Shifting the chemise to the side I gripped my right breast and sucked my nipple into my mouth. My areola tightened around the rising peak
as
I yanked on
my piercing
with my
teeth
.

Marcello’s response heightened my arousal. He rubbed the hard bulge through his pants, finally unzipping and freeing his manhood. His beautifully long and thick cock protruded out from his lap, and he slowly rubbed it, just under the flared mushroom head.

I followed the flow of the soft jazz and found a rhythm with my fingers. Circling my firm pearl I danced around and around. Sliding two fingers in a V down the grooves between my inner and outer lips, I saw the heat flare in Marcello’s face and his ears go crimson. As I pulled on my labia, the dew dripped down onto the bed. Dipping into my pussy, I brought the moisture to my clit and followed the chorus of the song.