Consecration

Julia rode Douglas, her straight, brown hair shadowing her face from below. The ends tickled him, but she had just caught the rhythm, her rhythm, so he snuffed and wriggled his nose. Julia gave a low growl, adding a fillip of a twist to her hips on the downstroke. "Rub... rub my breasts." Doug twitched his cheeks ferally, ran the webbing between his thumbs and forefingers across Julia's erect nipples, her wide aerolae crinkling, starting a dark blush spreading down her neck to her chest. "Good, Doug, keep that up. Don't- don't... come yet." She grunted, and sped up her rhythm. Doug looked back up at her, dazed. "Yes, dear," he grunted, and continued pumping, matching her rhythm.

Three days of non-stop travel, free drinks on overseas flights coupled with distressed sleep and lugging baggage from customs to customs had left him aching and knotted when he'd come home. He'd also dreaded the invariable fight about his travels, leaving Julia at home with their two small children. He walked in the front door, bracing for the inevitable harangue. Instead, he was greeted with a silent house.

"Hey, Julia, I'm back," he said, dropping his bags by the front door. Usually just dumping his bags by the entrance precipitated their first round of arguments. 'Fuck it,' he thought, 'I deserve some slack.' Instead, Julia came out of the kitchen, brushing her hands on a towel and dropping it casually on the bar in the living room. "Hey, little lady," he said, sweeping her into a kiss, "where are the kids?"

"Oh, they're in bed already. I didn't want them to bother you, coming back so late and all." She slid out of his embrace and moved back to the bar. 'Damn,' he thought, 'Happy woman, no kids... this has promise.' She reached behind the bar for a drink. "How about a drink and then a massage, get you relaxed and back to normal," she said, handing him a cold, orange-colored drink.

Doug looked suspiciously at the glass. "What's this, juice? I think I'm a little too fried for the soft stuff."

Julie smiled lightly. "It's a Chinese tea supposed, to help you relax." Doug sipped it, then took a deep drought. It tasted like an iced Emperor's Choice tea, lots of ginger, extra oomph. His tongue tingled a bit, and the fizz seemed to travel down his throat and up his sinuses, and up behind his eyes. He downed the rest of the glass.

"Yum, that's good. Where did you buy this?" he asked.

"A shop downtown. It was hard to find it, and hard to buy it at all." Her smile tightened a bit. "You want another glass, right?" Doug nodded, and she refilled the glass from a pitcher behind the bar and gave the glass to him. She brushing her hands against her short dress. "Here you go. Drink it all up and then I'll give you a massage."

'And a blow job,' Doug thought to himself as he sipped it, eyeing Julia over the glass. She was wearing one of her "home only" outfits: a sheer, sleeveless lycra dress scooped deep down, showing her breasts almost to the nipples, the hem coming just a few inches below her waist.

Julia noticed the attention and flipped her skirt up at him for a moment, exposing her furry crotch. "You can deal with me," she said imperiously, "later. First drink and drop trou."

Doug smiled. "Anything you say.." He smiled, and downed the rest of the drink, feeling the bubbly fizzing around his head. He felt relaxed, detached as he opened his belt and wiggled his hips, pushing his pants down to the floor. He didn't notice her momentary, panicked glance at his unquestioned obedience. He unbuttoned his shirt, peeling it off along with his T-shirt. Then he skinned off his underpants and socks with a downward swoop of his forefingers. His erection popped out, perpendicular and slightly to the right, he thought vaguely, as usual. Leaving the clothes piled by his luggage, he followed her into their bedroom.

Julia pulled the covers off the bed, then pulled down the duvet leaving just the sheets on her side of the bed. "Okay, lie down here, face down, and I'll massage you with some oil I got from the same place."

Doug moved to the bed, brushing past Julia as he did. She smiled, then tugged at his penis. "Save that for later, dear." Doug only nodded, feeling more and more like his travels had caught up with him, and lay down, face down. I'll be back in a second, stay right there," Julia said. Doug didn't move, hearing her pad into the bathroom, returning a moment later uncorking a small bottle. "Turn you head the other way; I'll start on your back first." Doug obediently turned his head away from her, facing the rest of the bed. He didn't see Julia take out a piece of paper, his name inscribed on it in her blood essence, and dip it into the oil. It flared into flame for a moment, then dissolved invisibly into the bottle. Julia's shoulders slumped slightly, then squared up, as she resolutely stepped over an uncrossable line. Then she stepped up to the bed, shaking the bottle with a finger over the opening, then splashing some of the liquid into her hand.

She corked the bottle, put it onto the bedside counter, rubbed her hands together to spread the oily elixir. She climbed up onto the bed and put her left hand on Doug's back, in the center between his smooth, knotted shoulder. She swooped her other hand between her legs. She gently rubbed her index finger against her slit, feeling it moisten. Then she pulled one of her lips aside, and dipped her middle finger into her moist core, scooping some juice from her vagina and into the center of her palm. She brought her hands together, mixed her juices with the oil. She felt the oil instantly heat, and, just as she thought she'd cry out in pain, the heat vanished. She looked down, and the oil seemed to shimmer. She smelled her musk in the oil.

Now came the final part. Julie moved back a couple of feet, kneeling at the edge of the bed, her legs dangling off the side. "Doug, roll over on your back now, and put your hands at your sides." Doug immediately rolled over, and brought his hands down, arms straight, palms down, fingers spread. The look on his face was calm, detached. His blue eyes looked blankly at the ceiling, reminding Julia for a second of a china doll she'd owned; one she had played with for years as a girl.

Julia brought her hands up, one hand above his mouth, the other firmly around his penis. She lowered her right palm onto his mouth. "Lick," she commanded, and his tongue came out, licking her greasy palm. She felt an almost electric charge from her hand straight into her clitoris, and started gently pumping his penis, bringing it to full erection in a moment.

"Can you taste me, Doug?" she asked.

"Uhhhl hull," he answered, continuing to lick her now-slick hand. "Do you like the taste?"

'Yuh' was the response. She continued to move her left hand up and down, slowly.

"You want to feel good, right?"

"Ah huh."

"Listening to me will make you feel good. You agree, right?" She moved her hand away from his mouth, wiped her hand off on his chest, passing over both his erect nipples.

"Yessssss" was his response, shuddering slightly as she brushed his chest. Julia reached into the night table, brought out her script, continuing to slowly pump his cock.

"Now listen, Doug. Listen, and make what I say part of your soul. Once you hear my words, they will become part of your thoughts, your consciousness. You will know them as yours alone." He nodded slightly, and groaned. His glans was becoming purple, distended.

"You will obey me. Acknowledge my power."

"Uhhay.. acknowledggge..." he barely responded, but started moving his hips slightly in time to her hand.

"You may not come unless I tell you." A vague frown crossed Doug's face, and he continued to move his hips. "Can you come now?" She continued stoking, picking up the pace.

"Nuh-nuh... no."

"That's right, Doug. You can't come unless I want you to. You can get hard, and stay hard, but can't come. Doug," she said, starting to stoke in what she thought of as his 'terminal velocity.' His hips started twitching, and his face started getting flushed. She continued, and he got more agitated. Two minutes went by, and his penis was now totally engorged, an occasional slick of semen oozing as she worked the magical ointment into his flesh. She slacked off, then stopped, resting her hand as his penis continued to bob and twitch.

"Very good, Doug," she said, "now listen to your thoughts." She started to read her carefully prepared lines.

Doug lay back, thinking his new thoughts. 'Pleasing Julia is the most important thing in my life. I love worshipping Julia; I would never look at another woman. I live to please Julia. I don't like traveling so much, he thought. I hate being away from my beloved spouse. I love doing the chores; they bring Julia pleasure,' he thought. 'I rest like this when Julia tells me,' he thought. 'I love doing Julia's nails after sucking her toes. I need her nectar to survive, at least once a week.' He was lost in his thoughts, unaware of his penis throbbing to await its new mistress' pleasure...