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Raven get under Sodome skin

During the cocktail Sodome jokes with Raven a star dominant man. They enter a long and deep intellectual conversation that leads them to neighboring seats at the dinner table.

He was confident, poised and intellectually fascinating but did not take any interest in my female charms, obviously ignoring my clues about flirting. I was all weak inside. Something in his personality snags my attempts to talk openly about sex. My pulse was reaching my ears. His cat and mice game made me angry with myself. Only stupid girls let a man frame them as a prey. The texture of his smile stopped the right word at the entrance of my mouth. Finally he took pity in my plight broaching that he had sex only with submissive female. Would I be interested? I stop an offended 'no' before it was out. I was sexually attracted but not a clumsy submissive. Cornered, already bound by his desire, blocked and blushing like an idiot waiting for clemency, my leg emitted a clear continue signal to his hand, resting on my thigh, by making space for it to go further but my lips were sealed. He looks at me:

"You want it them."

Some devil inside me blocked the simple answer that I wanted him as an equal. In a submissive mode I lowered my eyes imperceptibly nodding my head. His hand went all the way to the intersection of my legs where my tight stopped his progress toward my privacy. I yearned they would not be there. I wished them away but physically remove them would be a total loss of face. The all company will notice me uplifting my bottom to pull them down. The magic touch of his hand on my mound added pressure on my confused mind. He removed it. He was not going to push me. I looked at him my lips forming a silent plea. He told me with grace:

"If you need more you must remove them first. I insist on clear signals from my ladies."

He was sharing the same code of behavior: only submissive remove their thigh at the dinner table. Tears were in my eyes. Fantasies of receiving his vital instrument, laid on my back were invading my mind but I could not pass the hurdle. My reason had renounced when my hands, propelled by the images, from their own volition went to my waist to push the stupid garment down. I looked around nobody seemed to notice except him and the slaves behind us. The tight was around my knees, restraining my freedom like manacles, but his hand did not come back where I expected it.

"Say it beauty, tell me how much you hunger for my caress. This is only a small step on a long journey. I will be happy to walk you along that path but you have to prove me how hard you crave it by claiming your choice to the world. From my point of view the smell of your arousal leave no doubt about your deeper desire. You don't see you as a bottom but imagine yourself, panty lowered, offering your bottom to my fancy. Imagine exposing yourself with this strap around your feet professing your dark secret. Imagine standing up to move around the table to display your last craving."

I was speechless but the intimate stir grew to a tempest. If he had asked me directly to dance naked on the table I could not have refused.

"The smell of the juice underneath your panties is increasing. Tell me what color are they?"

What a stupid question but he was so right about my predisposition. The more he talked the worst I craved the warmth of his hand. I grumbled forgetting my pride:

"White, they are white and yes I want your hand."

All shame gone I spread my leg for his touch as much as the band around my knee would let me. He found my buttons under the thin barrier, breaking any remaining resistance, to bring me into a shattering explosion. It was the end of dinner. Red with sweat, I was watching him in awe. I pulled my tight back up to rise from the chair.

In the following sex games I saw woman having intense vaginal pleasure under his ministrations but to get at him one had to wait in a line where no pride was kept. Fortunately the glow of his hand was still swaying my groin. It was enough for tonight. I caught his eyes and there was some interest. Before he left he came to me offering his card in case I would like another chance to meet him. He requested that when I asking for him I identify myself as the woman with the hairy cleft that he masturbated under the table at a dinner party.

Jim's failure

On the morrow at the end of dinner the need for being taken swept me. I got my two men slaves out of their clothes. Disappointedly both dicks were only half erect. I called them closer to grab their balls in my hands. Jim dick started pointing toward the ceiling. I was pleased but I could not stop myself from comparing with yesterday rush. I took the pole in my palm. It was hard, not vibrating, so there was no urge to stuff it inside me. I cannot get them to be completely excited. I will have to use a gode again. I spoke to Trish that was massaging her shoulders

"Get me the medium rose gode"

Deception could be read on Jim face. He though Again I will not be able to penetrate her. She is still pissed from the last time she let me in. Last time I came, two days ago, she had me masturbate. She is too hard on me. She prefers Jules or the women she let them come all the time. I cannot even remember last time I got sucked. The tough were interrupted by her voice:

"Jim, come here to suck my ass. Slowly and keep your tongue in and out as deep as you can. Put all the love you can in it."

I was on all four. Trish was sucking my clit from under, Jim my ass hole from above but something was wrong. I needed to be taken, carried away from inside. I though let's try again. I lay on my back and called Jim on top of me.

He thrust himself eagerly inside. On the first thrust I could feel that he was restraining himself. He was going to come if I moved. I was wondering how to help him:

"I'm all open for you. Don't you like the feel of my vagina? "

Jim was feeling weak in his belly. Again his call of being on top of her was answered but he could not make her moan with his furious thrust into her juicy tunnel. In his fantasy she was moaning, jerking and definitely convinced that he was much better than all those other morons she kept bringing home. Here was his chance. He mustered all his might to take control of his shaft and move deep and long saying:

"Yes Mistress I love your body so much. I want this to go on for ever."

But he could not feel anything himself. He had to totally separate his epidermis from his mind to keep shoving her. If only he could feel her love right now. He only felt her demand. I bucked back for a while insisting on giving him his chance. He was giving something and I reacted to it but it stopped. No sexual fountain was flowing from him. A dildo would be harder than his pole and not less alive. I decided to try Jules. I got Jim out of me. He was broken something unspeakable was wrong. I called Jules on top of me. He was so happy to penetrate me. His squirming organ cheered me up. My body relaxed while I was holding him in my arm, cuddling him. I was giving him pleasure, at least someone will be happy tonight, and that was better than nothing. Big warmth for Jules engulfed me. He was like me yesterday quivering for Raven hand to pursue. He simply wanted satisfaction and I was going to give it to him at least. I whispered in his ear, come when you want my man, enjoy my wetness, move, and cuddle and take your pleasure. His undulations felt great and it took a big effort to refrain myself from asking for more. I was getting a hunch about the real thing: the man must like it all along. He also must have lot of might. Jules was already at the end of his fire. I moved my hips for him milking him in a long steep orgasm. I let him relax inside me. I should give the same to Jim but I did not want any more sex for the evening. May be I will masturbate in my bed, or something naughtier have Jim suck me but as much as I liked to tease him the idea was not fun anymore.

I took Gabriella with me to talk with her about the leg breaking emotion of my contact with Raven because she was so often caught into not wanting what she wanted. Also she had said something about being closer to vaginal orgasm when she was talking about her pledge last time. What was it? She wanted to know who was fucking her because this man was getting to her deep inside for the first time. Strangely it seemed that it was as simple as that: some men get at you while other don't. Gabriella prepared my bath and washed me before sitting close in the tub. I confided her how Raven had me explode with his finger while I was fighting to keep my dignity. The last word from my mouth surprised me:

"I want to be taken over the edge, kicking and screaming all the way through, by a gentle and loving hand. I need my partner pleasure to rebound from plateau to plateau, till the moment where all my might cannot stop the flow like if I was a piece of wood in the surf irresistibly driven to the safe heaven of the beach. I need to trust, to abandon myself."

"This happen to me all the time. I do not want to be humiliated or hurt but abandoning me to the other might creates delicious twirls. I whish sweetness would bring me there but it make me uncomfortable like an excess of sugar. The abuse brings back the twirls but it could be that nobody loved me ever. I love you because you handle me so well. This may be the core of submissive spirit: The secret need of being dragged. On my pledge day, for the first time I got a glimpse of a vaginal layer of sensation. I was excited by the way you put me back in my place. It was like if you could read my own desire behind my consciousness. This guy was moving in such a synchronized tender and vibrant way that his pleasure was seeping all over throughout my sheath. At this very moment I thought that I could not reach satisfaction from this canal anyway and the sparkle was gone. He stops soon after. From my submissive situation I'm not sure if he detected the change in my mind or if he changed his fancy."

"You need me to prepare you for the male. I need you to share my new discovery of the intense but complex consequences of being dependent of another person caprice. What I'm searching now is what trigger women to open the inner gate to the pleasure flow where sits the core of sexuality: Men's talk about the itch, you and Trish about the urgency for relief because you believe that I hold the strings. Reality is I do not. You put me there because you cannot, by yourself, confront the mystery of your body fluids. And yes, by turning control over to me you get a better balance. I know better than you how to manage your surges and phantasm. Yesterday I discovered that I also carry this part deep inside. I was gushing while he was murmuring those horrible things before to coercing me into my peak in ten strokes. I'm confused about what I'm."

Gabriella was thinking than a little bit of orgasm deprivation would make Sodome more amenable to her actual plight. May be even a good spanking will help her reach this graal. She aches for the capabilities to take over the lead in the relation. This is what Sodome needs now but she cannot do it. Sodome is so weak that she would give her anything but Gabriella intuition tells that tomorrow Sodome will be angry if she use this confidence to get some relief.

"I'm very grateful for the care you invest in me. I strive to get above my basic impulse for one more relief but the taste of your tongue is so rare. When I recollect all my coitus I'm never really expecting much. I'm offering myself more because of the outside demand than because of an inside drive. I don't remember having volunteered penetration. I did seduce man but only to be secure. I faked coming to make them happy, to let them relax, to make you happy. You insisted that it was part of my job. I always believed that it was a myth until two weeks ago when some barrier opened. May be because I was concentrating on the desire around me and on Marilyn pleasure, may be this was this man magic. Some coitus where purely hurting me, some where fulfilling, sometimes I totally gave myself still nothing happened."

"I'm attracted by your position. Picturing myself in your position turns me on. If only you could polarize me, force me to take care of you instead of half whining, half hoping I will. It may be what I need to get the complete orgasm."

"You know I cannot. I do not know any other way to ask than the one I use that upset you. One day you will feel the pinch too and you will forgive me, better you will understand the pattern of my emotions."

Sodome was moved by her confidence. The day she was talking about was very close.

"Someday Raven will come home. I hope we give him a good time so he will come often. He will lead me but I want to keep some limit. I choose to be his mate but not his slave. He must respect me but as I told you already I'm not sure at all that he is not going to break into my defenses."

Now Gabriella was really concerned. She hugged Sodome, got her out of the bath and dressed her for the night. Sodome invited Gabriella to sleep with her. Their usual habits took over and Gabriella performed Sodome bedtime suckle before laying into Sodome warmth. Strangely it was worth all the orgasm in the world.

Dinner at Raven

Sodome calls Raven a little while later. He invited her to a dinner at his home. She was wearing her tights as a statement: she was not his next bimbo. The access of craziness of the other night was gone. His huge mansion, with an innumerable number of slaves servant, put her on in a defensive mood. She was not letting anybody check her underwear. He had forced her in an underling situation at their first encounter but today she will stay in balance. She was not Gabriella. She was going to please him but as an equal. He surprised her again by not trying in anyway to ascertain his dominant position. He invited her to sit in a couch in front of him. They talk for a long time during a six people dinner served by perfectly styled serving maids in frilly white corset enhancing all her curves while hiding none of her womanly attributes. He was fascinating and allowed her to exhibit her outstanding spirit giving her the position of a very exceptional person. He was happy to meet her on an intellectual basis but he had no need for sex between them. She was attractive but he did not want such a great person to suffer the exaction of submission. She was too good to be used as an extra ass in a row of girl. They were sitting in the library after dinner. Soon it will be time to head back home. Respect was good but she was craving sex listening to him, dreaming that he was taking her hand to lead her to his room for a passionate lovemaking. All this time telling her whim made her forgot how one gives the hints that she is ripe for seduction. More to the point he demanded sign that she has chosen not to give. It was the last chance for tonight. If she wanted sex she had to show him something about sex. She took his hand to bring it to her lips. He let her do passively. Encouraged she told him:

"I wish you were more active."

He had no choice but to give her what she wanted.

"You know what I like in woman."

"Even in me? You are so special to me and I'm like any woman to you?"

"You are a twin brain but for our flesh to merge you must be my play thing."

The whirl took over her belly. Surprisingly she felt secure in his presence and the urge was strong enough to go a little farther on that way. Her resolve faltered. What was she keeping her charm for? She will stop him when she decided so. She lowered his hand unto her crotch. He grinned calling on a maid to come closer:

"Sodome let me introduce you to Irma. Turn around Irma, show our guest your mark."

Red welts crossed her bottom. A small raven which beak was her brown back hole decorated it. A black ring pierced her left nipple. She was attractively offering her slits to him.

"Sodome do you want to become like her? Ultimately this is where I will drive you. You must know what sex with me means for you. A nude maid rewarded by an occasion to display her creases to her Master. Touch her she is all wet. Are you such a slut?"

Hypnotized Sodome dipped her finger in Irma's wet hollow. Sodome own cavern was craving some attention too but she was frozen at the idea of herself bearing all Irma's mark. No she definitely was not such a slut but she wanted him. The silence was heavy when he broke it again:

"Imagine yourself in her place."

Her mind flew to a picture of herself, nude, bending forward to give him a view of the oval pouch holding her treasure. It was exciting. What I'm going into! Raven caught the smell coming out of her cavities. She had chosen. He called me to the arm of a couch.

"Come here brainy slut."

I was terrorized. He laid me on it, face down, and butt high, before lifting my skirt to leave it in the middle of my back. Paralyzed I let him do while some dark part of my psyche was delighted to be finally forced into that position. He called Irma to pull my tight down to my ankles before delicately releasing into the light the bulb surrounding my entrance by pushing my panties some inches down. His voice was full of lust:

"Here you go. You have done it: your first exposition! I'm hard for you. Move it let us know how happy you are to be there. I will let you there for a while to see what kind of game your bait will call."

No way, anybody could fuck me and I did not want it. I talk instead of moving:

"Raven, I want you to take me not any passerby. Please humor me."

His voice was harsh.

"I told you it was not your type. You can stand. We will go back to be intellectual partners."

I did not want that either. I was stuck. I moved my ass to mollify him while pleading again:

"I want to be your sex partner but I do have my pride. Please do not leave me for anybody to take."

"This is the first and last time I let you have your way. You are now well forewarn. Irma will play with you. She will keep intruders out of your hole while you wait, exposed, for my return."

I kept quiet. She lay on the couch gluing her clit on my lips.

"Suck me beauty. It is not often that I got such an occasion. Soon you will be familiar with the frustration. Call them to your center. I will send them away but he is watching you."

At this point I had no choice. I wag my posterior.

The excitement drove apart the line on Sodome folds to show the pink lip guarding the tunnel aperture. Irma's legs were around my head enjoying my mouth when something glided on the wetness of my pink lips on its way to the deeper end of my body. I contracted to get Irma away from my mouth to call her to what was happening.

"Sorry beauty, I was so involved that I did not notice this guy coming by. Sir, Raven asked me to guard her entrance. She is not game yet but be patient, she is on her way."

The bitch was having fun at my expenses:

"Let me get you ready. I bet you would not want to fuck him with your dress on. Would you?"

I kept the insult I had for her in my mind. She proceeded to unzip my dress passing it over my head before unclipping my bra to let me totally nude except for the panties below my ass. The incident had augmented her enthusiasm for my mouth. Adding another annoyance she pinched my tits. As cold as possible, bitching in my mind for her to stop, I show my disapproval, not daring to tell her outright. What did he mean when he says that she could play with me. What was the limit? I downgraded the quality of my services hoping she will get the idea but she pinched me ferociously adding that she was going to complain to Raven if I did not play graciously. I gave up the fight, giving her the best flick I could muster while ignoring her annoying pinch. A hand, sliding all along the bottom line of my exposed bulb, made me aware of how blooming was my flower. The bitch, a hindrance instead of a protection, did not say anything. The hand was on its way deeper, flushing me with anger, when I recognized his magic touch. Suddenly I was purring like a cat. I heard his voice:

"Well you recognize me at least. For a moment I was afraid that you would not."

He was skimming my vagina fanning my sensations. I got myself under control. I fancied him taking me not give him another total victory by coming for his finger. He continued his fumbling around bringing me back to the edge. What a wimp I was when given the occasion. The bitch in my mouth was quite exited too. I could not stand it. I came with a furious trashing of backside. I was overpowered. He let me drink to the bitter end. He was a jerk too. He did not dare stuff his thing inside because I would know that he was unable too. That was why he did not dare take me. His organ was a weakling. He must have a direct line to my brain because he said:

"I will show you what you missed."

On those words he pushed me back up to witness the bitch receiving the fuck of her life. She was ecstatic.

"See what you miss. You could be at her place if it was not for your lack of stamina."

He let me go telling to call back if I decided to go further on the submission path.

On the way home I was haunted by images of my body serving stylish meal garbed in those lacy underwear with nothing to cover neither my tits nor my labia. It was appealing it and I hated this emotion. Right now I despised the images much more that I wanted them but a small voice was murmuring Gabriella to my certitude. Her obvious repugnance to my scorn did not stop her sometimes grumbling flight to my feet to receive her dose of adrenaline. The main puzzle was how could I be caught in such an obvious ploy?

Well, some meaningless compulsion shepherd me all the way till he accepted my invitation to an intimate dinner at home where I fantasize him perceiving us as such an attractive commune that he will agree to become a regular guest.