Sex to me almost always needed to be spiced by some element of domination
or submission. I was addicted to sex in the head and tonight was submission
night. On another occasion I might see myself triumphantly on top, or vampire-girl,
draining the last vestiges of life from my wan lover, but tonight, totally submissive,
I was kneeling at the feet of my mistress. Basically, I think I'm a submissive, but,
hey, let me enter a caveat here - only in sex and only in my mind. I'm not like
that really. Honest, I'm not. But tonight I knelt on the forest floor, in the weeds
and dead leaves, feeling the dried crust of the woodland path under my knees. I
took Jo Jo's pussy in my mouth, tonguing her peanut just the amount she liked,
then rotated my tongue gently around, drawing back to taste the. Tonight I was
her slave-girl, brood-mare..
It was another hot night. We'd taken advantage of the second power-cut in a week,
embracing and tongue kissing naked in the darkness on our unkempt back lawn. It
was delicious and I became so aroused, completely electric all through. Jo Jo had
pretended to chase me into the woods behind the house, knowing I adored making
love there. I was awkward, running with my feet turned out, carrying the globe of my
pregnant belly in front of me in my hands. .We'd had sex in the woods already a
couple of times that Summer. And now my hormones were driving me mad. I had
never expected the second trimester of my pregnancy to make its effect felt between
my legs like this, even the curt, dry medical book made it seem sexy, describing
the increase in vaginal secretions, the way the clitoris is swollen, labia pulsing with
new blood, vagina sodden with extra moisture. I was in a tingling state of sexual
arousal, wanting Jo Jo so badly, yet knowing that, in my present state of arousal,
nobody could satisfy me, only my own wild thoughts.
There were half a dozen dark houses close by, most of them occupied by retired
couples. I could smell a barbecue and behind a tall hedge there was a glow of
light, with flakes of ash floating in the air, the thumping of a generator. - smoke
drifted up, reddened from below by glowing charcoal. I was astonished at the
depth of my submissive feelings as I avidly sucked Jo Jo's pussy and lavished it
with my tongue. It was as if I was responding to some deep primeval need for the
woman big with child to ingratiate herself with her impregnator, and plead for her
love and protection.
How my girlfriends would have mocked these thoughts if I was ever unwise enough
to voice them! .But my intimate thoughts were mine alone. . Jo Jo would have been
shocked at the extent of my imaginings too. Only unknowingly could she take her
place as my mistress and conqueror in my fantasies. she started to groan now,
but I wanted her to come in my arms and I gently bowed my head as if seeking
permission to stop giving her oral sex. My hormonal changes seemed to make me
worse in encouraging these submissive fantasies and they became circular, the
thoughts increasing my desire, my pounding blood firing my thoughts. My breasts
had gotten much bigger lately, none of my bras would fit properly, and it seemed to
make my nipples incredibly sensitive. My vulva lips were swollen and wet. I was
lying in soft grass now, Jo Jo straddling my thighs, my swollen belly between
us, as I guided her to my clitoris.. she caressed my drumskin belly. I wanted to
feel her weight on me, to acknowledge that she, whose child was in my womb, had
complete and sovereign rights over me. Jo Jo's body was hot above me and I was
on fire. There was hardly a sound from the leaves above us, just a pale rustle,
almost drowned by the distant thumping of the generator and faint, distant voices.
Jo Jo started to ride me, oh so satisfyingly.
Then, suddenly, taking us completely by surprise, a beam of light seemed to crash
through the trees from the nearby houses, climbing the trunks and sending huge
shadows wheeling wildly through the wood. The light was so powerful I knew it must
have been attached to that blasted generator. Jo Jo pulled away from me and we
stumbled to our feet, instinctively scuttling behind the nearest broad tree trunk.
"It has to be that bastard, McCulla" Jo Jo cursed.
Seconds later, we thought we heard approaching voices, and then we could make out
a flashlight through the trees. The light flickered briefly up my body and someone
shouted out.
"Damn them, they've no right," I moaned, as we heard the voices nearer on the path,
the light flickering again.
"Shit, we can't be caught like this," Jo Jo said, grabbing my hand, "Come on."
We scurried naked down the path, me waddling like an ungainly duck. The path was
soft enough, mostly soil and dead leaves, but occasionally a stone jarred painfully
underfoot.
"Jo Jo, please," I gasped, "I can't. Can we double back?"
"No, the wood's too narrow back there."
We hobbled on another fifty yards. I was gasping uncomfortably.
"Listen," Jo Jo said. "You hide. Here!"
She led me off the path, lifted an overhanging branch heavy with foliage and hid me
behind it. "
" I'll draw them away and, when they've gone past, wait five minutes or so, then head
back for the house."
She gave me a quick, dry kiss. I was still so aroused that I tried to pull her to me, but
she put a warning finger to my lips.
Then she was gone, her pale body quickly disappearing through the dark of the trees.
Hardly a minute passed before I saw them. I was shocked at how close they were,
our local God Squad. Old McCulla with a flashlight and a spraycan of paint,
Kennaway, a retired jeweller with gimlet eyes that I sometimes saw in the foodstore
and Johnston, a widowed overweight ex-car salesman. He was carrying what looked
like an air-pistol. Kennaway and his wife had separate bedrooms, local rumor had
it, and McCulla's wife had left him years before. Probably they thought we were
trespassers, strangers, but it was unthinkable that we should stand naked before
them. Jo Jo was still married to someone else, but I couldn't believe they'd
spray-paint us with scarlet "A"s like they'd done a courting couple's car on the
beach last Autumn. Or worse. I hoped we wouldn't have to find out.
When I managed to waddle back to the house I didn't risk looking for a candle, but
groped through the kitchen and crawled on hands and knees up the hot, dry-rot-
smelling stairwell. We only rented this old cottage that had been used as a builders'
store when the new houses were being built. It was here, in the bedroom four and a
half months ago, that Jo Jo had made me pregnant, while Bach harpsichord music
played on the hi fi. She'd filled the house with flowers and the huge dry-ice sperm
container stood on the windowsill. She'd tied it with blue and pink ribbons and it
had a picture on it of a little man inside a drop of sperm, but it still looked as
formidable as an unexploded bomb. Earlier she'd given me Pergonal to regulate my
cycle and now, when the time was ripe, she'd calmed me, gentled me. Then made
me blow out through the mouth to relax the vagina muscles. She gently pushed her
finger in to guide the way for the long Tom Cat catheter and placed the sperm directly
into my uterus, then lifted my feet onto her shoulders to help it on its journey.
It wasn't completely dark in the bedroom now and I quickly found my dress on the
bed. I wasn't in the least frightened now, just supremely alert, tense as though I
would vibrate if touched. I'd masturbated that morning and I suddenly had a crazy
urge to lie face down on the bed and go at myself again. I stopped, considering it,
then I grabbed the dress and stepped into it, zipping it up and scrabbling on the
dresser for the car-keys. I ran a hairbrush twice through my hair, then headed for
the driveway.
I was turning the car in a gateway facing the dark of the woods. I steered badly
and had to reverse again, then made the road. Just then someone came out of the
wood and up the ditch, waving a flashlight officiously. It was old McCulla, his
grizzled hair unkempt. He had the spraycan in his other hand. I had a
momentary impulse to run him down. I wound down the window and he sniffed
suspiciously.
"What's that smell?"
Female arousal, but it was probably so long ago for him he wouldn't remember.
Not since long before he'd sprayed her wife with red paint for her adultery ten years
ago..
"The dog," I said. "we've had the dog in our car."
I had Jo Jo covered with a rug below the back seat.
"Listen," I said. "We saw them too. We were trying to cut them off at the other side."
"Where's Jo Jo then?" Suspicious. The other two vigilantes were labouring up the
bank and McCulla turned to consult with them.
"Jo Jo followed them." I shrieked, "She saw their asses in her flashlight."
My hysteria seemed to convince them.
"What'd they look like?"
"The guy had a big fat white ass. She was only a skinny little thing!"
"Perverts," McCulla whooped and they headed off down the bank again..
"She was only a skinny little thing," Jo Jo said, laughing. ."Can I get in the front?"
"No, I'm coming in the back," I said.
"What?"
"Jo Jo," I said, "I want to do it here - in the car"
"Are you mad?" Jo Jo said, "Look!" The torches were flickering out towards the
edge of the wood again. Then some fool released a flare. Probably that blasted
Kennaway who had a boat down at the Marina. For a few seconds the road and the
whole top of the wood glowed in the maroon-colored light.
"Fuckers," I cursed, surprised at my anger.
We drove off in a hail of grit and stones. Jo Jo climbed into the front. The rug
slipped off her lap..
"We'll do it when we get home,"she said
"Are you sure you still want to," I snapped, totally, unreasonably offended at my
rejection back there. Fuck you, Jo Jo, I thought, maybe I won't want to do it. I
drove grimly. But my desire soon overcame me. My dress was wet under me
and I wasn't wearing any panties.. An isolated streetlight on a corner suddenly
came on, a light in a house, then more lit up houses came into view. The power-
cut was over. We pulled into the driveway. The night air was a little cooler, fresher,
a faint stirring of the leaves in the wood. We heard a faraway shout.
We stood in our tiny hallway, panting.
"I'll have a shower" Jo Jo said.
"No. No shower - I don't want you to."
We stumbled up the stairs. I wanted her the way she was. I wanted every sensation
tonight. She smelt of grass and woods, sweat and, yes, fear too. Even the smell of
the damned barbecue was in her hair. I peeled off my dress and leaned back against
the dressingtable. Nakedshe got on her knees and put her tongue in my clit.
"No, no," I protested, "I don't need it"
I didn't know what I wanted. Us to come together, I think.
But I let her for a few minutes. She wanted to. And she's my boss now, don't forget
that, I told myself. Greedy for more sensation, I tried to think of words to arouse
myself even further, as if that was even remotely necessary. We heard voices
outside and broke apart, but Jo Jo grabbed me around the waist, what waist I'd got
left , and she peeked out through the curtains. She said McCulla and his pals were
examining our car.
"Fuck them" I said.
I put my hand down. She was juicily wet. I fell on my knees and took her in my
mouth. That was where I wanted to be. That was my proper place, on my knees,
paying homage to the pussy of my conqueror, the woman whose child I was carrying.
It was crazy, but I wanted to see her like that. My conqueror. These crazy thoughts
drove me wild, I didn't know why. I tongued her just roughly enough, just the way she
liked it and tasted a strong gush of her heavy, sweaty arousal.. Jo Jo groaned, reached
out to touch my hair, to caress my head. I slapped her hands away. I was always
bossy in my submission and I was well aware of the paradox. But instinctively she
knew I didn't want her to come just yet and after a while she gently pulled away.
"Are you ready?" we moved towards the bed.
"Do me from behind," I said.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, my belly's getting too big," I said, "Anyway, I don't want you going easy on me, "
"I'm crazy about you.!"
"I'm fed up with pussyfooting. I want a hard, dirty fuck."
"Oh yeah, tough guy," she laughed.
Then she was rooting in a drawer for the dildo, her big ass up in the air, then strapping
it around her hips, through her legs.There was only an old army blanket on the bed. I
savoured its stubbly male embrace as I rolled to the inside. We lay spooned in the
bed in the hot room. We were both sweating lightly, but I felt cooler now as she
reached around me and mashed my breasts, tested my nipples which were hard and
turgid. she entered me from behind so suddenly that I gasped although I was hugely
wet and open. I tried to squeeze back on her. I felt the baby move and I swooned in
submission. Tonight I wanted her to enslave me totally. I knew it was ridiculous,
what was going on in my mind, but I kept gnawing at these submissive thoughts.
Jo Jo was quite uptight in some ways and would be shocked if she knew, if I could
ever bring myself to tell her the thoughts I had. I could never ask her to bind me,
even in lace, or to beat me. she would be too awkward, lumbering, never the
delicious mistress she could be in my thoughts. Although I was the one who got to
have the wonderful submissive feelings, Jo Jo was subtly dancing to my tune, but I
hardly recognised this, just played my game as I had to.
It was as good as the woods. Better. The adrenalin surged in my veins, moistened
my clit lips and made them turgid and erect. Jo Jo smelt of the rank undergrowth, the
chickweed and cowparsley, the mulch and dead leaves of the wood.. I hoped I smelt
as good as she did and knew she could scent my arousal too. The last time we had
sex, two nights ago, I must have been too needy, too demonstrative, when I yelled out
in orgasm. Jo Jo had got a fright, she thought I was losing my baby. But again,
tonight, I couldn't help it, I give a hoarse whispering moan, then shrieked in ecstasy
as Jo Jo slammed hard against my buttocks, and I knew she was fighting for orgasm
too, then tensed and climaxed, groaning in triumph as again I felt myself swooning in
voluptuous submission. I lay there for a while, just savouring still the feeling of her
in me, adoring her strong grasp, her complete ownership of me, then I began to turn
awkwardly until I was in her arms again, facing her, pressing as close to her as my
belly would allow. The fact that the baby was moving within me only now pushed itself
forward in my consciousness. My baby had become agitated. I could feel its movement,
feel it kicking between us. Power surged within me, a wonderful feeling of wholeness.
I felt so powerfully alive, whole now again, both slave and goddess at once. I was
greedy for my mistress's continued attention and I reached down and pushed my hand
underneath the slipperly leather strap between her legs.. she groaned, only half in
pleasure,. But I was adamant. If my mistress and conqueror thought she was going
to turn over and go to sleep now she had another think coming. Her slave was needy
and greedy tonight and she would serve her mistress until dawn.