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Mike and Ann
Part 1
First, A Few Words About Ann!
The females of this world have been handed an impossible image to live
up to.
Magazines that display the loveliness of the female figure and put her
charms
on display for all to see, have created a false image of female
perfection. I
know, as well as other men, that the women pictured in these magazines
are
beautiful, desirous and wonderfully proportioned. However, they are
not
average women. They are not the "perfect" female that they pretend to
be.
They are an airbrushed idealization of female sexuality and eroticism.
As a
matter of fact as little as 50 years ago, they would not represent the
ideal
female at all.
We are all victims of another man's images. We males are forced into
judging
our partners bodies against the false standards created by male ego and
insensitivities.
Most women see themselves as flawed in their own minds eye. Most women
feel
that some physical attribute is not right and wish that they could
change it.
Some of the worlds most "beautiful" women feel inadequate in some area
of
their appearance. The truth is that the old adage that "beauty is in
the eye
of the beholder" is accurate.
Ann, like many other women, never really felt beautiful. No matter how
many
times I told her that she was, she somehow failed to believe that. Her
figure? Well a 35-23-36 figure is nothing to be ashamed of. But Ann
didn't
think much of it. Her breasts were too small, her waist too big and
her rear
end too fat. Besides, now she had a few stretch marks from mothering
three
wonderful kids, now that was really something to be concerned about.
Ann's
belly button didn't sink in far enough. Her nose wasn't right because
it has
this small bump on it. Her hair wasn't perfect either. Ann was sure
that I
could have married some other beauty queen was never fully sure why I
married
her. She felt inadequate in many respects. In short, Ann saw Ann
through eyes
clouded by Hollywood image makers and Playboy plastic. Ann did not see
Ann
through the eyes of my love for her.
How did I see Ann? Well surely this must be a different person because
it
doesn't match the one she carried around. I see Ann as a stunningly
beautiful
female. When we go out, it gives me great pleasure to see other men
eyeing
her perfectly shaped legs, her pleasantly curved and sexy behind and
her
small, wonderfully firm breasts. I love the way her face radiates her
personality and her obvious joy with life. I love the devotion that
sparkles
in her eyes as she looks at me. I am fascinated by the curve of her
lips, the
cuteness of her small nose (bump and all) and the soft brunette hair
that
frames her face. In short, Ann is radiantly beautiful. She is my
centerfold.
I know her figure is not propped up and will be just as lovely when the
clothes are removed as it is while she wears them. Ann does not look
her age.
She looks much younger.
Ann told me that she never fantasized nor had she ever masturbated.
Ann was
not aware of her own sensuality at all. Her sexual feelings were
suppressed
until we were together. She was a good lover. She was willing to do
anything
I wanted in bed. She loved oral sex and when aroused, could make love
with a
fury and recklessness that was wonderful.
But Ann was repressed. She could not express her desires, she could
not voice
her feelings on any aspect of our sexual relationship. Her repression
gave
rise to my own. I wanted to share fantasies with her and be able to
make love
with total abandon. I wanted to here her call out to me during orgasm.
I
wanted her to be free to say "Fuck me!" if that was what she felt. But
repression being what it is, we never discussed it.
I remembered we had shared a book one time on female fantasies. She
read them
with great interest. When we were through she timidly confided in me
that
there was one that captivated her imagination. In this fantasy the
woman was
tied to the bed while her lover brought her to one screaming orgasm
after
another. Amazingly enough this matched my wildest fantasy. But I was
too
inhibited to try it out with Ann. I was a fool! I should have read the
desire
at that point, but I didn't.
The problem was simple enough: I was afraid that she would reject me,
or
worse, go along even though repulsed! Ann was afraid to be viewed as a
whore
or a slut! Simple problem to define, one not so easy to overcome. We
even
talked about it, but skirted the issue and minimized the importance -
testing
the waters, so to speak. But we got nowhere.
Our lovemaking, while satisfying physically, was almost boring. I knew
that
if anything was to change I had to make it happen. It wasn't up to Ann
to
initiate the changes, it was up to me. It took a lot of thought and
time for
me to come to the decision that was made. I needed to trust her in the
way I
would want her to trust me. I needed to become the architect or our
relationship. I was the one who saw Ann in the light I described,
therefore I
was the one who possessed the blueprint for making her into my dream
lover, my
submissive lover. If I did not show the willingness to dominate, she
would
not show the initiative to submit. We had all of the proper elements
working
for us; love, trust and devotion. The only thing needed was a
catalyst. I
was that catalyst.
Ann no longer sees herself as she did before - now she sees herself
through my
eyes. It took a lot of work (delightful work) to make her that way.
Now she
is confident. When we are together in public, she radiates her
sensuality.
Her walk, her self-assurance and her attitude blend with her appearance
to
present to all who see her a startling image of a wholesome, sensuous
and
self- assured woman. Ann is incredibly erotic. She is aware of her
female
charms and uses them to keep me in constant awareness of her
willingness to
share them with me.
I have created an atmosphere in our relationship that lets her know
that I
desire her almost continuously. I can no longer be near her without
fondling
her breasts, pulling her close to feel her body mold itself to mine or
sliding
a hand underneath her skirt to feel the silky texture of her thigh or
warmth
of her sex.
What follows is a history (in part) of my domination of Ann. My taking
control and leading her into the pleasures of submission. What has
resulted
is almost too wonderful to describe in written words. Ann has become
the
living embodiment of all of my desires, fantasies and most of all my
conception of the perfect female. I know that if there is anything
lacking,
we will discover it and together will make it happen for us. We have
indeed
become one flesh.
No, I am not married to a beauty queen, a Playboy centerfold girl or
even a
runner-up to these supposedly enviable places in the hearts of the
all-american male. I am simply married to the sexiest, most erotic and
sensual lover on the face of the earth. In my eyes she is more
beautiful then
any other woman could be. Her figure is perfect. Her face is
captivating.
Her personality is superb. Her dedication to our happiness and
pleasure is
remarkable.
Ann is the epitome of womanhood. She is all that any female could ever
desire
to be. Ann is erotic. Ann is sensual. Ann is beautiful. I know - I
made
her that way!
Introduction
I hate justification, but I think it is necessary to write my thoughts
here if
only to remind myself later on, should they become dim or confused. I
know
that there are many people who will be shocked and appalled by these
thoughts,
but I believe them to be accurate. In any case, they are for both Ann
and I,
if not for others.
I only can justify these concepts by laying claim to the fact that I am
an
incurable romantic. I still believe that the knight on the white
charger was
meant to rescue and protect the fair maiden. Old fashion? Not for me
and
certainly not for Ann.
Woman, that creature that men everywhere base their most secret desires
and
fantasies on, has become a walking, living dichotomy. She has been
forced
into the position of having to assert her independence and become man's
rival
in our modern society. It is my opinion that we have all been dealt a
terrible hand in the game of love and sexual pursuit.
We have fallen for a lie monstrously concocted out of hidden fears and
unjust
suppositions. This is not to say that I believe that women have not
been
misused in certain situations, just that the reaction to these abuses
have
spilled over into areas that have dulled romance and permeated love
with
suspicions of selfish motives.
The nature of woman is to respond to man. Woman as the aggressor is a
lie of
modern society. And at what cost has this lie been accepted? The
differences
between the sexes is becoming blurred and boundaries, once clear, have
become
hazy. To many, the word "commitment" has become a word in the
dictionary, no
more, no less. Marriage is entered into with divorce as an option,
almost a
self- fulfilling prophecy.
Instead of man looking at his partner as one who is to be "loved,
honored and
cherished as long as we both shall live", he now sees her as a
competitor in
many of life's endeavors. Some even find that the strain of becoming
equal
soon devastates the ability to love, makes honoring impossible and
deals a
death blow to his ability to cherish. As with all natural laws,
violation
inevitably brings tragic results. Man is meant to dominate woman as
surely as
woman is meant to be submissive to man. To do otherwise is to violate
a basic
law of both natures.
There is a paradox associated with this order of things. One that was
probably best expressed in Christian thought governing relationships.
"The
one who is to become greatest among you, shall become the least." "He
who
exalts himself shall be humbled. He who humbles himself, shall be
exalted."
These expressions of the paradox are accurate and hold the truth in the
matter
of male/female relationships. This paradox is contained in the very
concept
of domination and submission.
The vision conjured up in so many minds is one of authoritarian rule
and
despotic subjugation. This is not the case at all. If it was the case
it
would become just as much of a violation of natural law as female
domination
of man. All power that is true power is granted from the one in
submission.
The very definition of submission is to allow oneself to be ruled over.
The
word "allow" is the key word. In other words, to grant the dominant
partner
the permission to dominate - a dichotomy to be sure. There is nothing
more
confusing then this concept; for in the overall scheme of things, the
one in
submission is the one in control.
Chancing total alienation in the mind of my readers, I put forth that
the
woman who willingly gives herself to become the "possession" of a man
lucky
enough to receive this gift, becomes the object of man's most dedicated
attention. Never has a gift more precious been offered to a man then
the
fragility of a female's trust. She says to him, "I am yours to do with
as you
wish. I trust you with my feelings, my body and most especially with
my soul.
I offer it to you because I am willing to risk that you will love,
honor and
cherish this gift."
The phrases "she belongs to me" and "she is mine" take on a new meaning
in
light of this precious offering. She suddenly finds herself to be the
center
of his affections. She becomes vulnerable to his attention and finds
herself
becoming the woman he desires in his most intimate and private
thoughts. He
does in fact begin to cherish this gift of love, his warmth causing her
to
become pliable as she gives herself over to become his. He now begins
the
task of molding her into what he sees as his dream woman. He carefully
and
consciously creates in her the willingness and then guides her to be
his
sensual and erotic lover.
She finds herself believing, for it is true, that she is the epitome of
womanhood, the very essence of all that is desirable and voluptuous.
She no
longer feels the need to compete for his ardor or attention, for she
has
become the unswerving center of his adoration. She believes in
herself, her
sexiness, her attractiveness and her unbound ability to hold him
captive in
her submissive nature.
He is caught, bound up in her web of tenderness, held captive to her
allurement. Suddenly he finds that he can tell her anything without
fear of
rejection. He discovers that his fantasies now have a face - her face.
Communication becomes the center, the very heart, of the relationship.
The
ultimate of human communication, sexual communication, becomes a new
and
wonderfully exciting experience for both of them.
What follows is an account of my adventures into this world of total
commitment with Ann, my wife of fifteen years. It may be viewed as a
book of
suggestions, ice breakers and advanced ideas. What you are reading is
meant
to arouse you and provoke you into becoming an inventive lover.
Remember that
these are our experiences and they may not appeal to you in all ways.
Besides
it is not meant to be a script to follow, but simply a record of events
that
turned a hum-drum love affair into a raging hot bed of passionate
renewal.
These are fantasies lived out. Sometimes modified to suit the
sensibilities
of my lover, they provoked in me as well as Ann, transport unknown in
our
entire married life.
Ann and I don't live like this every day. These are games. Well
planned and
designed to bring newness to our sexual experiences. Ann is submissive
in our
marriage in all ways. She enjoys having me be her strong mate. She
thrives
by allowing me to lead her. She is a wonderful woman, my lover and
above all
my best friend.
Her opinions, needs and wants are valued deeply and nothing that I do
is
without mutual consent. Ann is brilliant and her mind is amazing to
me. She
thinks with a clarity that I can depend on no matter what the
situation. Her
insights and creativity bring me great joy. Ann is my woman. She is my
most
valuable possession. I cherish her for what she has given to me - the
gift of
herself.
What I write on these pages therefore, I do with the fond hope that
some of my
readers will discover that there is unbound pleasure and unending love
to be
found in the oldest of human relationships - marriage. I know that
there are
some who will think this book horrible. There are others who will
consider it
pornographic. There will be still others who will think I should be
sent back
in time, relegated to some less enlightened age. However there are
some of
you who will take what you read here as confirmation of your deepest
desires.
It is to you that this book is dedicated.
Take courage, my male friends. Your "Ann" is awaiting your emergence
as her
dominating lover, the one to whom she can give her all.
For my female readers, you are the key to the entire experiment. Only
you can
give the gift necessary to make this your story. I fling this book
into the
face of woman's liberation. I use it as my gauntlet to challenge
modern
society to once more pick up the lance of romantic love and go out to
conquer
whatever dragons stand in its way!
Michael
February, 1985 - The Anniversary -
How do I say what is on my mind? Fifteen years of marriage and we are
still
in love, but something is tarnished.
Ann is such a gentle woman and amazingly beautiful in my eyes. Today
is our
anniversary and I have booked the hotel suite for the weekend. We will
go
there and have a marvelous weekend. Yes marvelous, but not a
phenomenal
weekend.
We will spend a lot of time making love and talking about the past and
the
great life we have together. We will discuss everything from the kids
to the
in-laws. Ann and I will then make love some more.
We will spend most of our time doing silly things, fun things. I will
look at
her face and her nicely rounded body and my thoughts will drift off
into a
fantasy world, lost in impressions of what we could have together.
Thoughts
and dreams that are filled with the frustrated desires of passion
beyond what
our boring sexual routine delivers.
That is not to say that Ann is boring, quite the contrary, she is alive
sexually, very much alive. But I somehow have the feeling that we have
lived
with our toes in the water for fifteen years, testing the water, but
not
jumping in. Life has become a paradox. Ann and I have become
predictable,
familiar lovers.
I know exactly how she responds to me. I cannot remember a time when
she has
not responded to my insistence, no matter what the issue. Ann is
happiest
when I am strong and leading her. The predictable familiarity is my
fault,
not hers. I have allowed it to happen.
Somehow I do not trust Ann. Oh yes, I trust her in areas where I am
not
vulnerable to rejection. God! What a terribly selfish thought. Deep
inside
me I know that Ann has never done that to me, yet somehow the fear of
looking
or sounding like a fool or worse, a sexual deviant, is overwhelming to
me.
All of these thoughts are racing through my head. Colliding,
conflicting,
caroming off one another like a demolition derby, one thought
destroying the
next! What I believe to be the truth and what I believe will make life
with
Ann refreshing and wonderful, surely goes against all modern thought.
If we are to make it together for another fifteen years - it will be up
to me.
If the truth were known, I would never keep this diary unless I
believed it
would become a chronology of a love story so meaningful that I have
preserved
it for our pleasure in times to come. I wonder what Ann will say when
she
reads this many years from now. I feel like a little child peeking
into a
forbidden book in the back room of a library.
But I am committed to this project now. I will make Ann into my
fantasy
lover. The woman who is so overwhelmingly erotic and sexy that I
cannot keep
my thoughts, much less my hands, off of her. I will chance becoming a
fool
for her and for me!
- The Decision -
Our anniversary weekend is as I predicted, with one exception. I let
it go
that way in order to collect my thoughts and let a plan formulate in my
mind.
Our love making was - well it was routine. We talked of the very
things I
knew we would - sort of a mini version of "The Year in Review". We
laughed
and even cried a little over the memories.
I spend my time studying Ann. While doing what was familiar and
expected on
the outside, I am creating her anew on the inside.
Her face is a study in care and love. Ann's soft brown hair frames a
face
that expresses her thoughts before she speaks them. I look into her
grey-green eyes and marvel at the flashes of love that seem to light up
my
world of thought. Her eyes have always fascinated me. They are like
velvet
traps that can ensnare me with a glance. They tell me what she feels
on the
inside. I read her moods in them. Ann's eyes are so large that they
surround
her conversation with insight into her soul.
Her mouth is full and her lips are meant to be kissed and tasted. It
amazes
me when I think of how sexually expressive her mouth is. Her lips
fairly
glistened with temptation as if they were are primarily to be kissed
and only
secondarily used to form words. They express a life of their own when
she
speaks. Her gentle words trickle out between them given meaning by the
expression her lips form as she speaks. The flash of her pink tongue
as she
runs it over her bottom lip is just another erotic invitation to taste
them.
Her words are given an additional softness by their texture.
I was lost in these thoughts when somewhere in the distance I thought I
heard
my name. "Michael?" By the time she spoke it a third time, I shook my
head
clear and returned to the hotel room. I must have looked like a kid
who had
been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Ann laughed her silly little laugh and asked me what took me away on
such a
long journey into myself. I took her hand and returned a smile and
asked her
if she was sure she wanted to know. She shook her head yes.
I do not believe I will ever forget the look on her face as I spilled
out the
feelings inside of me. I was about to take a step forward that would
change
our lives for "better or for worse".
"Ann, I am not sure how to express all that I feel right now. I will
try, but
you have to forgive me if it sounds a bit jumbled. I love you, love
you so
much that it hurts me to know that we are predictable and boring.", I
began.
Ann lowered her eyes and I knew that she was feeling the same thing.
"I am taking a chance too, hon. Look, tell me you can't set your watch
by our
sexual routine. I don't mean that it isn't pleasurable, but it is
predictable.", I couldn't help but laugh.
To lighten up the conversation (well maybe just a tad out of
embarrassment
too) I continued as if I were a clinical sex therapist:
"Kiss her mouth... there, that's it! Ummmmmm... nice lips. Now it is
time
to nibble on her neck and fondle the right breast. Keep checking those
nipples and see if she is getting hot! Now for a quick feel between her
legs... nope, not wet yet!", by now both of us were laughing at
ourselves.
"Seriously, Ann, can you see it, or is it just me?"
"No, it isn't just you. I have had the same thoughts.", she agreed.
"Well", I continued, "I want to do something about it. I want to
refocus our
lives on us. Not just the sex, but on our relationship as a whole.
This
sounds very selfish, but I believe we have become great parents, good
friends
to others, and wonderful homemakers. My job, your work at home, the
kids,
finances - all of this has somehow turned our heads from the main goal
we had
when we married. I know these things are important, but I also know
that we
have allowed them to rob us of each other. We married each other. Our
vows
were to each other, not all of these other things. We need to refocus
our
lives."
I looked up to see her following my every word and did not have to ask
her if
she agreed.
"The problem is simple to define. I have abdicated my position to
circumstances. I have not been strong for you. I intend to change
that, Ann.
I want you to agree to one thing only, ok?", I asked.
"Sure, Michael. What is it?", Ann looked into my eyes.
"I want you to become totally submissive to me. I want you to follow
my lead.
I know this sounds weird and by today's standards even abnormal, but I
can
promise you that you will not regret it for one moment."
"I don't understand this at all. What do I do?"
"Not a thing, hon. Just follow my lead."
When I was through, Ann's eyes were sparkling with moisture and a
radiance
that signaled that I had touched her innermost being wrote itself all
over her
face. It was a dream come true for her too. I was not alone in my
feelings,
Ann was right there in the midst of them.
Yes, I am sure now that there is much undiscovered love planted deeply
inside
both of us. I am going to bring it out in the open. Ann and I will
find a
newness and joy unrivaled even by the delight of discovery of each
other in
our early marriage.
March, 1986
- The Domination Begins -
I took time today to send flowers to Ann. A simple note was attached
to them
reading:
Dearest Ann:
Please be ready to go out to dinner tonight at 6 pm.
Love, Michael
I wonder if she has them yet?
Ann looked beautiful when I arrived home that night. she greeted me at
the
door and I dropped my briefcase in the hall and told the kids not to
wait up
for us.
I opened the passenger door for her before going to my side. Funny how
a
little thing like that politeness had slipped away from me. I got into
the
car and put the keys into the ignition. Instead of starting the car, I
looked
into her eyes and told her how beautiful she was. I wanted her to feel
sexy
and desirable.
"Ann, your breasts are beautiful." and slid a hand under her blouse to
caress
one of them. She was startled, but pressed against my hand.
"When we get home, I want to make love to you, Ann. I want to feel
your warm
body against mine. I love you.", I said as I moved away from her to
drive us
to dinner. Ann just blushed and made a silly joke. It was her way of
telling
me that she was glad I liked them, but she didn't believe it.
The rest of the evening was spent making small talk and flashing
knowing
smiles between us. Several times during the evening, I caught her off
guard
by expressing some overtly sexual thought out loud and out of context.
When
we got home, Ann was not prepared for what happened.
Turning out the headlights of the car, I slid over to her and without
saying a
word, reached under her skirt and began to slide her panties off. She
began
to protest, but I looked sternly at her and told her to be quiet. She
didn't
say another word as I continued to remove her panties.
I slid my hand between her legs to feel that she was more then a bit
ready to
make love. I covered her mouth with mine and drank deeply of her
mounting
passion. I waited until we were both unable to contain our desire and
stopped.
I opened the door to the car and led her to the house. At the front
door, I
pinned her against the house and lifted her dress to her thighs as I
kissed
her again. I let my hand find her moist warmth and slid it over the
silkiness
of her sex as we kissed passionately once more.
"Michael, the neighbors!"
"Shhhhhh." Was my only reply as I continued to explore her wetness with
my
hand.
I could hear aroused excitement in her breath. She was kissing
passionately
and moving her body against mine now.
"I want to be inside you, Ann. I want to feel your warmth around me,
to feel
the slipperiness of your pussy."
"Mmmmmmmmm, yes, Michael. I want you inside me too"
I pushed her hand to the obvious bulge in my pants and bit her neck as
she
began a soft rhythmical stroking motion. I had to stop her before I
came. I
was out of control now. Stepping back slightly, I undid her blouse and
unhooked her bra. Lowering my mouth to her breast, I felt her press
backwards
into the corner. Her hands found the sides of my head as she moved her
torso
forcing my lips and tongue to bathe the soft mound of flesh that I
loved to
fondle.
Ann no longer had mastery over her thoughts or body. I dropped to my
knees
and her hand went to her breast and continued to tease its swollen and
sensitive nipple. She gathered her skirt in her other hand and thrust
her
hips forward, spreading her legs and giving me access to her warmth.
As I
tasted her musky sweetness, I heard her utter involuntary, animal-like
noises.
Ann was whining her excitement now as I teased her velvety moisture
with the
tip of my tongue.
I looked up to her face and saw her chewing the back of her hand to try
to
silence her growing ardor. Her eyes were shut and her expression spoke
of
uncontrolled pleasure. Ann was coming now. Unable any longer to
prevent her
squeals of delight, or control the gyration of her hips, she was caught
in the
rapture of the moment. Her entire body stiffened suddenly as bolts of
pleasure shot through her lower body. I could feel muscles reacting to
the
detonation of thousands of nerve endings.
Ripples of satisfaction crashed through her body and communicated the
intensity to me. I heard her gasping as I continued to force her into
one
orgasm after another. I found myself caught up in her passion unable
to stop
until she relaxed and slid gently down to replace one set of lips with
the
other.
We went into the house and somehow made it to the bedroom and made love
on our
bed. Not another word was spoken, our bodies said all that was
necessary.
- Early Morning, the Following Day -
Ann is always up before me to get the kids off to school. This morning
I laid
in bed listening to them as they left. I heard Ann as she came back
upstairs
and took her morning bath. I got up and showered quickly and went to
her
bathroom and walked in on her. She was startled. I went to her and
took the
washcloth and gently began to wash her body. I asked her not to talk
and told
her to express herself with her body, not words. I made her stand up
and told
her to close her eyes and think only about the sensations she felt.
I used a soap covered hand to caress her breasts. The silkiness of
their
pliability as they slid underneath my touch caused me to become
instantly
erect and my desire to enter her grew with each passing moment. I saw
her
tongue dart out to lick her lips as my hand glided over her belly to
the downy
patch of pubic hair. Her breath came in short panting gasps as my hand
slid
between her legs and caressed her.
I then took a plastic tumbler and adjusted the water to be slightly
hot.
Filling the glass I poured it over each shoulder and watched it as it
ran over
her breasts and caused the soap to glide down her body tracing the
feminine
lines of her curves. I washed the soap away from between her legs and
kissed
her softly. Her breath hissed as my tongue caressed the tiny pink
button of
flesh that peeked out from between the soft folds between her legs.
I then dried her off and pulled a red t-shirt over her head. It clung
to her
accentuating her small but full breasts. The erect nipples pushing
against
the material brought on more erotic thoughts. The t-shirt came to the
tops of
her thighs, barely covering her nakedness underneath. Each movement
showing a
splash of her silky pubic hair or the space at the top of her thighs
just
below the roundness of her full buttocks.
I hugged her to me and told her to go downstairs and fix breakfast for
us. Her
eyes begged for a romp in the bedroom, but she obeyed me without
question.
I followed her down the stairs and watched with amusement as Ann
discovered
that the t-shirt was not going to stay in place. It kept riding up on
her,
exposing her from the waist down. She blushed and made childish
giggling
noises along with some silly remark. I grabbed her and spun her
around.
"Ann, I am not going to tolerate your silly coverup for your shyness.
I love
your body. I want it on display to me whenever I desire. It is not
your
place to ruin what is erotic and beautiful with silliness."
I gave Ann a slap on her naked rear to emphasize my seriousness, then
kissed
her.
Ann tried her best to act natural while making our breakfast, but her
awareness of her nakedness and my eyes on her body made it difficult
for her.
Each time she approached me I emphasized her forced exhibitionism by
touching
her lower body. She seemed unsure of how to act. She was not
comfortable
with her exposure because she did not believe in her sexiness and
somehow felt
silly.
I discovered something that was to become central in my desire to
dominate
Ann, I must find ways to transmit my feelings to her. Ann must feel
what I
feel, it was up to me to make her feel sensual and erotic. She would
get
beyond her own feelings only when she understood mine.
She sat across from me now as we ate breakfast together. She felt
better now
that her nakedness was hidden by the table. I stared at her for the
longest
time and asked her why she felt silly.
"I don't know.", she replied truthfully, for I believe that she truly
did not
realize why.
"Ann,", I began to explain to her, "you feel silly because you have not
recognized your own sexuality, or at least you do not believe in it.
You act
as if you are captive to what you were taught as a child, and that is
that you
are not allowed to expose your body to others because it is somehow
dirty or
not right to do that. Well, Ann, that is not right. Let me put it
simply. If
you give yourself to me, then I want all of you. I want to enjoy what
you are
giving to me, not be forced to imagine it in the darkness of our
bedroom. Your
body is meant to give me pleasure. It was created to create extreme
desire in
me for you. Now if you don't want to be desirable, then don't listen
to me.
If you do, then let me be the judge of what is sensual and erotic. You
simply
enter into it. I know much better then you now what turns me on and
what
makes me crazy with hunger for you."
Ann sat there staring as if she wanted to believe me, but was unsure
that what
I was saying was true. If it was proof she wanted then I would give it
to
her.
I asked her for another cup of coffee and when she arose to get it, I
followed
her taking in the delightful curves that were so erotically exposed.
When she
returned to the table, I took the pot from her hand, pushed the dishes
to one
end of the table and lifted her onto it. I pressed her back so that
her legs
were suspended over the edge. I moved between them and reached for the
server
of warm syrup. I grabbed the t-shirt and pushed it up and over her
breasts
exposing them.
I poured some of the warm sticky liquid over her torso and began to
smear the
sticky substance into her skin. I then began to lick the syrup it from
her
breasts and belly, arousing her to a fever pitch. Ann was moaning
loudly now,
wrapping her legs around me and pulling me closer to her. I slipped
inside
her and was welcomed with a cry of delight. Her back arched off the
table as
she thrust against me in animal passion. It took only minutes for both
of us
to explode into orgasmic frenzy.
Ann was not as demure as we walked upstairs to shower. May, 1985
- Shopping With Ann -
One morning after the kids left for school I told Ann that I had taken
the day
off to be with her. I picked out her clothes and laid them on the bed.
I told
her that we would be shopping for some very special things today,
things to
keep her aware of my feelings towards her sensuousness. Ann looked so
lovely
in the white blouse and semi full skirt. Her legs were beautifully
shaped and
I loved it when they showed.
I had seen many men follow her with their eyes and it gave me good
feelings to
know that she was desirable to others. That served to exaggerate my
feelings
of possessing Ann. I enjoyed the little girl in her as we drove to the
mall.
Ann was in a playful mood. She was giggling one minute and sulky the
next.
She was reacting to my moods as well as provoking them. I joined in
the fun
and only quit as we narrowly avoided an accident when I was too busy
tickling
her thighs to see the light turn red.
Ann really made me laugh when she crossed her arms below her breasts
and
glanced at me saying, "Some lover you are... not even willing to have a
small
accident to play with these". She emphasized the word "these" by
sliding her
arms so that one of her breasts were cupped in each of her hands. I
almost
drove off the road.
We reached the mall somehow. We were like two kids as we laughed and
joked
our way through the parking lot to the entrance. Ann hung on my arm
and I
couldn't resist twirling her around. She playfully hit me and ran
ahead, I
chased her and when I caught her warned her that I wasn't above
spanking her
right there in the parking lot. Her lower lip curled and then her
eyebrows
raised up.
"Ha! You wouldn't dare to!", she said to me as she pulled away and ran
a
little ahead in case I meant it. I cocked my head and with a stern
look
walked towards her. She screamed and ran from me again.
She was backing up now yelling, "Michael! Don't you dare!" I just kept
walking
towards her. When I reached her she covered her eyes and turned around
and
half yelling, half laughing and screamed "Rape!".
I looked around and people were staring at us. I grabbed her arms and
announced to the people, "It's ok folks. She is my wife, I can rape
her if I
want." Ann turned bright red, then sat on the ground in peals of
laughter. I
joined her.
When we had regained our composure and the laughter died, we went into
the
mall. Once inside, I took her to our favorite place to order a couple
of
stupid sounding drinks called "windshield washers". The bright blue
drinks
were just right for the moods we were in.
Afterwards we made our way to a little shop that specialized in sexy
lingerie.
I told Ann that I was going to pick all her clothes from now on. With
Ann
beside me, we began the hunt for her new wardrobe.
First things first. I picked out several bras for her. They were
light and
transparent. They hooked in the front and would enhance her figure
without
exaggerating it in any way.
The looks on the salesgirl's face could only be appreciated in a photo
as I
followed Ann to the small dressing room to watch her try it on.
"Excuse me, sir! Excuse me! You can't go in there!", she said trailing
along
after us.
"Sure I can.", I said smiling at her as I closed the door to the tiny
room.
"God, Michael, you're embarrassing!"
I smiled at her and began to unbutton her blouse. When she had the
new bra
on, I fondled her and kissed her. I was delighted as her nipples
hardened and
showed clearly through the thin silky fabric of the bra. I unhooked the
front
and suckled each warm breast once. I took her old bra and crumpled it
up and
shoved it into my back pocket. I told her to put her blouse back on
and we
went out to the counter and I told the sales girl to give us six of
them.
Then I asked if they had any garter belts. They did and I picked out
several
for Ann along with several pairs of hose. We then paid for them and I
whispered to her to go into the dressing room and replace her pantyhose
with a
garter-belt and stockings.
"Oh yes,", I added in a whisper, "you will no longer wear panties
underneath
your skirts, Ann." She blushed slightly.
"I hate them anyway.", she whispered back.
I asked the salesgirl, who was now unsure of what I was liable to do or
say,
if Ann could use the dressing room once more. Then I watched Ann as
she
disappeared into the room.
The rest of the afternoon was spent shopping and browsing. Once when I
had
her model an outfit that I loved, I got up and asked the woman waiting
on us
for some scissors and cut all of the price tags off the clothing
announcing
that I would buy it.
At one point Ann asked, "Well aren't you going to ask me if I like it
or
not?".
I looked at her and shook my head and said, "No Ann, I am not."
She said nothing at all and we walked out with her in her new outfit. I
enjoyed the feeling of her small waist as I drew her near to me. We
must have
appeared to the world as lovers, and they were right. I loved Ann more
then
ever and I was happy to be seen with such a wonderfully erotic woman.
If they only knew what we knew. My Ann was naked and available to me
separated by less then a 16th of an inch of fabric from the hand that
rested
on her soft cheek. The feeling was exhilarating and overwhelmingly
sensual.
It was time to go home now and we walked to the car. In the middle of
the
parking lot, I turned Ann towards me and kissed her warmly. My hands
found
their way to her ass as she raised up on tiptoe to return the kiss.
"Does this excite you, Ann?", I whispered as I pulled her close to me
by
pressing on her soft cheeks. It felt wonderful to feel her head nod
yes as
she sighed. When we go in the car I didn't start it right away, but
sat there
looking at her.
"Does it excite you knowing that you are naked under your skirt, Ann?"
"Yes."
"I get just as excited knowing that you are so available to my touch.
Ann, I
want you to show me how aroused you are."
"How? What do you want me to do?"
"Use your imagination, hon.", I said as I stared at her lap.
Ann slid forward in the seat and raised her skirt to the top of her lap
and
spread her legs a little. I leaned over to kiss her and let my hand
slide
between her legs. I was not surprised to find her very aroused and her
fluids
added to the warm silkiness of her petal-like flesh. I began slow
rhythmical
movements with my hand.
Ann clung tightly to me and closed her eyes. I kissed her neck and
gradually
brought her closer and closer to an orgasm. I could hear her breath
coming in
short panting gasps now as her legs parted further and she lifted her
hips to
meet my hand's motion against her sex.
In my mind there is no feeling in the entire world then to hear your
name
spoken as the one you love erupts into orgasmic rapture. Ann repeated
my name
over and over as I felt her legs grip my hand. Her entire body
trembled as
she hugged me closer to her and pressed my hand to her breast. I felt
her
nipple swell at my touch as she came to a shivering climax.
"How is that for imagination?", Ann giggled and with a silly,
little-girl
smile on her face, she sat back and arranged her skirt.
"Not bad, for a novice!", I said and raised my arm to protect myself
from the
swipe I knew would come.
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