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	His gaze was fixed on my eyes and I found I couldn't pull away from His stare.  At first, I kept my focus on what I was doing with my hands - only occasionally stealing a quick look at His face. 
	He had stopped by for a holiday visit bearing gifts of fudge and other tasty treats for Mistress.  I had just finished making dinner and Mistress invited Him to join U/us.  They sat down with Their plates and I was allowed to be part of the meal and casual conversation.  A session with Him had not been planned and I had no reason to think there would be any kind of activity.
	After the meal was over, I cleared the plates.  When I returned to the living room, He told me to sit on the floor and lean back against His leg.  He enjoys fingering my hair.  He toyed with it for a while and conversation flowed easily.  I was allowed to relax and enjoy His touches.  I should have known there would be a little more to His visit.
	When He asked me if He'd ever given me a blow-job before, I didn't recall it immediately.  As He tilted my head back, the memory returned and I tried to tell Him that I did - indeed - remember it.  I realized it made no difference as He put His mouth over my nose and blew hard into it.  I knew enough about anatomy to simply open my mouth and let the air exit through it.  I don't think it would be very pleasant otherwise.
	This seemed, to me at least, to be re-establishing dominance, control...or just simple mischief.  I leaned toward the latter when I saw Him playing with a tissue..tearing off a strip, twisting it into a small rope.  Somehow, I knew where this was going, too.  My nose seemed to be the target tonight.  He eased it into my nose until the end of it was down to my throat.  He commented that most women protested at this point.  I couldn't help thinking to myself that I'm not most women.  
	He fiddled with it for a while until He tired of this torment.  As He did, He reminded me that I owed Him something.  He was right.  The last time He had been by, I had offered to pleasure Him.  He'd declined at then but said He would collect another time.  This was the time.  I glanced at Mistress to see if She had any objections.  It appeared She didn't.
	He began giving instructions.  As I gathered the towels, I wondered how He would take His pleasure.  This would be the first time I touched Him.  I felt a twinge of nervousness....hoping I would live up to His expectations.
	He seated Himself in a chair and told me to kneel in front of Him between His legs..  "Hold out your hands."  He inspected them closely and nodded. "Take off your rings."  I began to see where this was going.  "Lube them."  I did...generously....and began.
	He was already hard.  I warmed the slippery stuff in my hands and touched them to His cock.  His response was immediate.  I moved my hands and tried to gauge what pleased Him.  I explored Him with my fingers.  
	It is rare that I have an opportunity to watch what I'm doing and the reaction to it.  Usually, I am blindfolded and can only judge by feel and sound.  My attention was focused almost as much on what I was seeing as what I was doing.  I hadn't expected it to be such an erotic stimulus.  I wanted to see more.
	I raised my face and looked into His eyes.  His were open and looking directly into mine.  I didn't look away.   He held my gaze and I began watching more intently to the reactions in His eyes.  My hands...His eyes...it was an intimate dance.  
	The feel of Him in my hands was intense.  It was as if He were in my cunt.  I could feel my own desire rising and the sensation of pleasure begin.  I think He saw it too and the long dance became more rhythmic.  
	I could see what brought Him a wave a pleasure.  I worked His cock so I could see His response.  His eyelids held small movements that told me many things.  His breathing was changing.  His body was tensing.
	My hands kept moving....moving....moving.  I didn't quicken my actions.  I wanted this to last as long as it could.  I remembered having this feeling before.  It doesn't happen often but it is very enlightening.  It is the feeling of being the one in control....the one with the power.  It may not appear that way but, in reality, that's the way it is.  He was in my hands now....naked, vulnerable....at my disposal....His pleasure dependent on me.  I can glimpse and feel how it must be for any Dominant.  I can begin to understand why They want this feeling.  It stimulated me further.
	My focus was on Him but my body was fighting for its own attention.  I had become very aroused....more than I thought possible.  The feel of Him in my hands, the look in His eyes, and the desire of my body were meshing in a way that was threatening to bring me to my own orgasm.  Did I dare?  Could I even stop?  I had to keep my concentration on Him and what I was doing to Him.  Whatever my body was doing, just had to happen...I couldn't quite divide my focus.  
	He was getting close to His own release but He was watching me as intently, perhaps even more so, as I was watching Him.  And He saw it when it happened.  I don't know when I started tightening my cunt...increasing my own pleasure.  When it came, it was soft...and something of a pleasant surprise.  My eyes nearly broke away from His.  I made no sound and very little movement as the pleasure rolled through the deep places in my belly.  But, He did see it.  And He wasn't happy.
	"Did you just cum?"  I didn't want to answer.  "You did, didn't you?"  
	"Yes, Sir."
	I was being reprimanded somewhat sternly...reminded that, among other things, I hadn't asked permission.  I had to focus hard on my hands now.  It was hard to keep up with what I was doing.  There was an intense look of disapproval in those eyes now.  I tried to look contrite and explain that I hadn't expected that it could happen...much less that it actually would happen.  I wasn't prepared to try to fight it .  He wasn't having any part of my pitiful excuses.  And, as I also noticed, it had no negative effect on His cock.
	I had no idea it was coming.  The thick wood struck my ass with no warning.  I had been so focused on Him and my own body that I hadn't heard Mistress moving around.  He must have seen Her around but He gave no hint of it that I could detect.  I felt my eyes widen with the pain and surprise.  The look in His eyes changed, too.  And His cock reacted to it.  I was taken aback by the blow, but kept my eyes on His.
	She struck again, and again, and again.  My body welcomed them...relished them.  So did His.  Each time one landed, His cock jerked in my hands.  I knew He was very close now and I wanted to be able to see Him clearly as He came.  That sense of power and control was now very strong.
	Mistress had put the paddle down.  I couldn't take the time to analyze all the things I was feeling....there was too much.  So, I put all my senses into what was happening to Him.
	He was coming.  I saw the change in His eyes, His body, and His cock.  I heard His breath catch and hold and felt His body tighten as the warm, thick liquid splashed into my already slick hands.  He raised forward in the chair as it gripped Him and, for the briefest moment, the power was mine.  
	I still held His cock in my hands...felt more of His cum spill out onto them.  Small movements of my fingers brought intense reactions in His body.  He leaned forward and rested His forehead on mine.  He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as the climax rocked Him.  My hands kept their hold.  His body jerked with each spasm.  
	He let go of my hair and fell back into the chair.  His breathing was ragged.  At last, His eyes closed.  I released His cock from my hands.  And, in doing so, knew that I was returning all control to Him.
	He rested for a few minutes before He began to clean Himself.  I sat back on my heels and all the things that had just happened and all the things I had felt were tumbling around in my head.				
	This would take a while to sort out, I knew.   This was not the time.  But, I found I had to drop my head to hide the little smile the came of its own.  I had learned much tonight.
	 	
	
						....annie