The Submission of Jenni

[TheOlderGuy]

OOC: Please PM me when you see an opportunity to introduce your character. To begin with, we need a female for the title role, and I will play the letter's author. Since much of the story will take place in public places there should be room for lots of twists and turns . . .

IC:

Jenni finished putting away the groceries and returned, intrigued, to the letter waiting on the kitchen counter. It bore no return address, a local postmark, and yielded no other clues as to its purpose. "Well open it, idiot", she scolded herself.

And so she did: "Dearest Jenni - - - This offer will NOT be repeated, so act or not as you must. Tomorrow, you will leave work, coming directly home, and bathing leisurely, perhaps with some candles perched about the tub. You will dress, careful to the details of this letter, at six PM. Choose a simple white sweater made from thin fabric, a short dark skirt, no underwear, no makeup, no perfume, nothing on your luscious legs at all, simple shoes. You will arrive at the Cupid's Nest Hotel at 7PM. Walk to the far end of the lobby, opposite the entrance to the restaurant. Stand with your back to the lobby, looking out the westward window, admiring the sunset. Do not turn around unless specifically told to. If you can follow these instructions you will be rewarded. If not, sadly, you will be disappointed once again. "

She wondered who this was that presumed such control over her, and seemed to know that she often felt disappointed with her choices in life. And WHAT was that about her luscious legs? She tossed the letter in the trash and went about making some dinner, dinner for one. How tired she was of eating alone. She held back the tears. After dinner and too much wine, she returned to fish the letter out of the trash, to read it once more.

 

[Nymph]

[Ooc: hiya gain...seeing as i really like our other thread,i would love to inverse the roles here...if you'd rather have someone else just tell me, i'll delete my post ]

The next day, Julie focused completely on her work, taking on any exhaustion as long as it would take her mind off the letter. No way was she going to even seriously think about a letter by some complete stranger...no way

When she came home, she took a bath. Of course. It had been a hard day, the bath was nice and relaxing. Why should she not take pleasure in this just because whoever that madman was had written that letter? And she'd had to stare at the computer a lot, so it was no wonder her eyes were tired...therefore, swtiching off the lightbulb and putting up a few candles was a perfectly reasonable idea. Definitely.

When she was drying herself up, she was seething at the fact she couldn't stop thinking about the letter. As if...as if she'd ever...hah! the stupid things he had wanted...

A few minutes later she was standing before her mirror. The tight cloth of her white sweater as thin enough to give a good idea about what was beneath it.
The black skirt reached down to mid-thigh length. It felt a little strange without any panties. She looked at the mirror crictically. Not exacly sltty, but definitely not something she'd ever wear in public. The man was clearly mad.
As if I'd ever go to this Cupid's Nest like this...what sort of place is that anyway? I never heard of it. Guess it'll be in the phone book.

At 6:50, she was standing in the lobby, looking out of the westward window with a scowl. Yes yes, a very pretty sunset. But it was now definite, the man had no idea what he was thinking. She was going to leave now. Well ok, in a few minutes the more spectacular part of the sunset would be over. Hmm, just one more minute...

And as her loneliness came up again, it slowly started to melt away her pretense...

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Loren

I watched her from my seat in the lobby as she crossed to the west window, and tentatively took her place. Once or twice she looked around, and I knew that she would need some discipline before she could be properly trained. She was early and that seemed to add enough anxiety to her psyche that several times I thought she would leave before her appointed time.

And didn't she look yummy! Her small breasts moved unfettered beneath the thin white sweater, bringing the first rush of blood to my penis as I noticed the nipples straining to be noticed. Her ass was accentuated by the short black skirt she wore, and much to my delight it, too, looked perfect. I'd been watching her for months, thinking she was raw material I could work with. But the outfits she wore to work belonged in a fifties sit-com. I was going to awaken her, and then she'd have to decide for herself what was important. They always did . . .

At 6:58 I quietly arose and began to move silently into position. If she turned around now, I would simply leave, and she could stay there as long as she wanted, but I wouldn't return. I watched her intently, my eyes burning through the back of her head, begging her to stay still. And she did, until, at 7pm sharp, she felt my warm breath at the back of her neck. She started to turn.

"Don't!" I commanded softly but firmly.

She stopped, and returned her gaze to the dying sun. "And don't speak unless asked to" I added before she could form any words.
I stood there breathing hot breath on her neck, radiating my body heat to her ass, but not yet touching. She was frozen, in fear or anticipation. After letting her anticipation build for a few moments, I surreptitiously slipped my right hand under the back of her skirt. She stiffened, and I rested my other hand on her left elbow to steady her. With one slow finger I crept up the cleft between her thighs and brushed against the hair guarding her pussy.

She let out a gasp, and began to form a question "Wha . . ."

"Don't!!!" I commanded, perhaps a little too loud, as I could feel other eyes upon us now. She stopped. She let her body relax again, and my fingers played with her hair just enough to tease, keeping my arm very still so as to draw no undue attention to the movement. "You've followed directions very well so far, don't ruin it by being foolish now. We're just going to stand here quietly admiring the last rays of the sun, while we get used to the feel of each other so close." I wondered if she could recognize my voice, even tho I spoke barely above a whisper.

I could smell her juices now, beginning to pool in the warm dark forest between her thighs. I nonchalantly moved my fingers to my nose and inhaled deeply. "Lovely, don't you think?" I moved my fingertips to her nose, and she sucked in the smell of her own passion, so long corked within. I took her left hand and gently moved it between us, running her fingers across my erection, and laying her hand along it as I pressed my body closer to hers.
"Later," I whispered, "that will come to you much much later. We have a lot of work to do first."

 

[Nymph]

Julie whimpered softly. This was not happening. It couldn't be happening.
I must be mad...I didn't tell anyone where I would be going...tell who? Who would caare?

She bit her lip, blushing furiously as she felt the wetness between her legs rise. It was as if his words and touch was slowly releasing all that supressed frustration that had accumulated over the years.

His shaft...she felt it hardening under hand while her wrist was in his strong grip. She felt his breath, smelled his masculine scent. She felt her knees go weak. She wanted to see him. To touch him. Kiss him.

Oh please let this not be a dream...

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Loren

She wimpered as I teased her. Awwww, I loved that, I loved that she didn't know what to do. But she held to my command not to look. Her body was becoming mush as I slid my fingers around her tight bottom, touching ever so slightly, raising goose bumps in their wake. She clenched her cheeks, and I would dive back in between them, stirring up the juices of her hidden passion. She smelled so good, the mixture of lust and fear. I lowered my head just enough to smell the sweat under her armpits. "Good, you smell like a woman," I whispered. "That's where your pheromones are you know. When women try to get rid of the smell of their own bodies, they ruin the whole primal process. You will smell like this from now on." I breathed deeply, mixing the smells of her sweat and pussy juice, sending more blood to my straining cock.

"Tell me what you'd like." I saw her hisitation about answering. "No, you've been a very good girl, now you may speak, but softly."

 

[Nymph]

ooc

I'm sooooooo sorry.
I'll be gone until the 4th of january. I really enjoy our two thread2 and would love to coninue it when i'm back...but if you would rather have someone else take the roles *sigh* I can't really say anything against it.

Wither way, very happy holidays, and agian, so sorry

 

[mya]

Slipping into the role of Jenni

I can’t believe I’m standing here, letting who knows who, touch me like this…in public yet!

Yet here I am, standing still for him, doing exactly as he tells me for fear he will stop doing what he is doing. This is much too exciting to have him stop now. My smell on his fingers is intoxicating…the view of the beautiful sunset pales in it’s beauty. I mewl softly at his touch—for I cannot help myself. My nipples stand out…a visible message to anyone who might care to look that I am aroused, but only he can feel the wet undeniable evidence of it.

"Tell me what you'd like." His breath caresses my ear as he speaks…a shiver runs down my neck and spine. I hesitate to speak, knowing he said I could not earlier. Is this a test? Before I can decide if I should answer or not, he continues, "No, you've been a very good girl, now you may speak, but softly."

"More," I purr softly, briefly biting my lip as I come up with the right words to tell him what I want, "mostly I do not want you to stop, but I want more, so much more. Please do not stop. I wonder who you are, and why you picked me for this…this…ummm…adventure." I whisper softly. "Is that what you wish to know?"

I remain facing the sunset, for although he said I could speak, he did not say I could do anything else, and so I await his next instruction.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Loren

"...Is that what you wish to know?" , she remained facing away, knowing she would have to be punished if she turned without permission. Or maybe she didn't yet know. And there will come a time when she craves the punishment as much as the reward. I have found a good one here. I deftly slipped my middle finger deep within the moist cleft that trembled between her cheeks. She jumped, and then settled around the intrusion.

"Yes, my sweet," I whispered so low she could barely hear the words, but she felt their weight. "Yes, my sweet, you have told me everything. But perfection takes time. Be ever so patient."

I removed my hand from beneath her skirt, skimming my fingertips across her hard nipples before touching her hair, brushing it from her temple. At the back I grabbed a handful, pulling her head back just enough so she could see me slightly from the corner of her eye. She gasped. I kissed her cheek, and tightened my grip on her hair. "I have a job for you, kitten. You see that redhead sitting over next to the potted ferns? Walk past her slowly, just a few feet away. She's been watching us. I want you to drop your keys in front of her, and bend over from the waist to pick them up, giving her a full long view of your dripping pussy. Then smile at her and move along. I'll catch up with you inside the restaurant. Now go!"

"But..." I pulled sharply on her hair to hush her. With my free hand I slipped back under her skirt. I felt her reaching to meet my hand, still trembling. I found her pussy hairs, gripping one single strand between my forefinger and thumb, I yanked it quickly out by the roots. Her face opened to a scream, but no sound came out.

"Ahhh, my sweet, that's better. Now go!"

 

[mya]

He grabbed my hair, tugging hard enough that the pain smarted, and placed a soft kiss on my cheek. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a fleeting glimpse of the man, the orchestrator of my torment and my delight. I still could not place him.

Is he someone I know? Did he pick me out of a crowd? Who is he? One thing was for sure, he had my full attention and my heart beat rapidly as he gave me further instructions. He expects me to flash my dripping pussy at that woman? I can’t…can I? This is crazy. "But," I start to tell him my concerns, but he does not wish to hear. As I glance at the redhead she winks at me and blows me a kiss. At the same moment he plucks one of my pubic hairs, and this pain is far sharper than when he tugged a handful of hair on my head. I grimace. The redhead laughs knowingly. I blush profusely. I barely manage to contain my yelp of pain at the unexpected pain. Why did he pluck that hair? Whatever the reason, I hurry to comply to his wishes. I cannot stop myself.

I refrain from looking at him as I start the turn away from him so I can move toward the woman. His voice is filled with satisfaction as he says, "Ahhh, my sweet, that's better. Now go!" And I realize there is one thing I want even more than for him to continue, I want him to enjoy this…I want to satisfy this man whom for the moment commands my being.

I saunter towards "Red", as I have come to think of the beautiful watching woman, my hips swaying gently from side to side. My eyes hold hers, my lust shining in my eyes. I behave with a freedom and wantonness I have never had before. She eagerly watches my trip across the floor. I can feel his eyes burning in my back, and I hope he enjoys my performance. As I pass the woman, my keys drop to the floor with a loud clatter, just as commanded. I blush as the noise causes a few others to look my way. I feel like a hussy, but I continue anyway…because he demanded it and because I can’t help myself.

I turn my back to the woman, planting my feet shoulder width apart, my little black skirt already begins to climb my thighs. I slowly bend over at the waist, my skirt inching higher and higher. I can feel the air kiss my wet pussy now, surely she must see my naked pussy, glistening for her pleasure. I fumble with the keys, bent completely in half now. Through my legs I can see her face. She is wetting her lips with her hot tongue. NOW I know she is enjoying the show.

Suddenly her eyes shift and look past my peeking pussy, and she puts her finger to her thumb, giving the universal hand signal for OK. I realize she is silently letting the man know she is enjoying this. I slowly straighten, my keys in hand, my cheeks flushed, and in my acute embarrassed excitement I forget one of the directives. My eyes seek the commanding man…I merely want to know if he has enjoyed my performance and if I have excited him also. Remembering too late that I was not to look at him, I quickly turn away from him so I cannot give into the temptation yet again. A small wave of panic comes over me at the thought he might walk away from me. Oh God, please don’t go. It was just a glimpse of him. Maybe he won’t have noticed the small transgression? Maybe if my show was good enough, he won’t care? Either way, I have no choice, but to remain standing here, to await the fate he chooses for me.

 

[chanaud]

Red

I was sitting there, minding my own business, enjoying the beautiful sunset, just like any other day. As part of the nightly ritual, I get a charge of watching the passerbys. There are all types of people here. From young to old couples, singles like myself - all here to watch daylight end.

Since, I'm here everyday, I've come to recognize the same faces and even know some of their names. There was Bill, our old retired mayor from years ago. And then, there's Bob and Mary, a recent newlywed, whom I've had the privelege of witnessing their exchange of vows. And then there's Sherman, whom I've once was intimate with. Some days he stops to say hello, other days we exchange a wave and a kiss.

Today, however; there seemed to be a scent of a different scenery. I noticed a rugged man approaching a provacately dressed woman, from behind. Her body stiffened immediately, causing my hands to automatically finger my cell phone in case of an emergency. After I saw lips moving for sometime, my fingers relaxed. It seems like they knew each other. But, it did seem odd; they didn't have a relaxed stance that most couples have.

After some time, the woman approached me, wiggling her hips as if she was putting on a show. For what seemed like a deliberate attempt, she dropped her keys before me. She turned and oh my goodness....She didn't have any panties on ! I was able to see her shaved mons. From her wetness, it was obvious she was enjoying this little act.

I had to laugh at this show they were performing. I turned to the man and gave him an A OK sign, letting him know I'm enjoying this act. She remained standing there though, as if she was waiting for something, so I decided to break the ice.

Hello, are you enjoying the sunset?

 

[mya]

I blush more profusely as she speaks to me, "Hello, are you enjoying the sunset?"

I wish briefly for a hole in the ground to crawl into...but with no other options, I reply shyly, "Ummmm...why yes. It is...ummmm...beautiful isn't it?" I flash her a hesitant and embarrassed smile. Will she comment on my display? Oh God, I hope not! The flush of my face creeps down my neck to my chest.

Way to go Jenni...attempting to make polite conversation with a total stranger you've just flashed! Not exactly the kind of changes you were expecting to make in your life when the letter arrived!

I can hear footsteps behind me, nearing me with a purposeful stride. Is it him? Or has he left me here alone to untangle myself from this web?

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Loren

I watched as she struggled through her debut performance. Red watched as well. Hmm, Red almost seems like a player herself. I'll have to keep an eye on her. Jenni hesitated after finishing her flashing, and I could see that they were speaking. I strode over to make sure things didn't get out of hand. Jenni remained with her back to me. I gave Red a tip of a phantom hat and placed my hand on Jenni's lower back guiding her toward the restaurant. As we entered, I took one more look behind us, and as I had hoped Red was heading our way.

We didn't speak, and altho I could feel her curiosity building, Jenni didn't try to sneak another peek at me. "Two, sir?"

"Yes, table 19 if it's available."

The hostess led us through a maze of rooms, with smaller rooms off to each side, bringing us to a table in the corner of a small room, holding only two other tables. One was occupied by a couple nering the end of their meal, and the beginning of a long night of passion from the looks of their entanglement. Besides the eclectic food, it was the wanton ambience that kept bringing me back here. No one had ever chastised me here for behavior that could have landed me in jail in other public places.

The table was for four with a floor length tablecloth, two chairs, and a bench along the wall. I slid Jenni onto the bench and lighted beside her. We faced each other for the first time, and I thought she flinched, probably wondering if she had violated my instructions. "It's okay," I whispered, "time to get acquainted."

The hostess placed menus in front of us, and asked if we'd like something to drink.

 

[chanaud]

Red

I've always been a people watcher. So, when I see a couple, I can almost guess the type of relationship they have. But, the two before me puzzles me.

When he approached her, I saw how large her eyes grew; as if she was frightened. Then it returned to her normal state, and her lips opened to release a silent sigh of relief. He had his hands behind her back and guided her forward. I knew it wasn't the way to lead your lover. I pretended to mind my own business, even when he looked back at me.

I noticed they entered the restaurant, I frequent. I gave them a ten minute lead and followed them. As I entered, the hostess flashed a smile and immediately led me to my usual table. All the way in the back. I sat and adjusted my napkin. As soon as I looked up, I immediately noticed the same girl.

 

[mya]

Jenni

There was a strength and guidance that transmitted itself to my body from his simple touch on my back. As his fingers touched me, relief flowed through my body. I had been terribly worried that my hasty look at him would have him leaving me before he let this ‘thing’ play itself out. Somehow I knew there was more at stake here than a sexual experience…it was more than that, it was about my life. I had never before reached for something I wasn’t absolutely sure I could attain before I started.

He led us to the restaurant, and the hostess showed us to the table he requested. I followed his guiding hand and slid into the bench and he followed. Briefly I felt the heat of his thigh against mine and a shiver ran down my spine. I was prepared for a tongue lashing considering I had missed following his directive not to look at him, so when he spoke, I jumped. However, he showed a gentleness I hadn’t expected when he whispered, "It's okay, time to get acquainted." I lifted my eyes to his and drank in my first real look at his face.

When waitress came with menus and asked if we wanted drinks, I nodded my head and automatically looked to my companion for guidance in yet this matter too. Should I order myself, or leave it to him? "I’d appreciate a water for sure. I have found I have a thirst." But my comments were directed not to the waitress, but to him. I decided I’d leave it to him to decide. It felt good not to worry about anything, and to know he would make the decision. Quite the difference from my life where I had to make all my own decisions.

As the waitress departed, a shy smile crossed my lips. And since he had whispered, I found myself leaning closer and whispering back. "Hello! Why is it you picked me for this…this…adventure? And why is it you…you…touched me…so intimately in the lobby…where anyone could see us? And the lady with the red hair, the one who watched…why did you have me display my…my most private parts to her?"

I found myself with a hundred questions. I blushed as I asked him my questions, stumbling over the intimate words. Not that that was unusual for me! As I glanced around to see if anyone would be able to overhear us, I saw HER again. There at the table beside us sat the red head, and our eyes met. She smiled and waved at me with a loose fingered wiggle of her fingers. I smiled, blushed harder, and looked back at my companion. "She’s here!" I whispered, "I am soooo embarrassed!" Yet my nipples continued to poke points through my blouse, and I could feel that dampness growing between my legs.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Loren

"Yes, could you bring us some water to start with. My sweet is parched from a hard day's work. And some hot sake, please. Keep us well supplied with sake." Jenni seemed to understand the relationship that was developing. She was careful not to be too bold, but the fear was gone as well, at least for now. And, she had a thousand questions, not a shy one here, but one that could be trained. Of that I was growing increasingly sure.

"She's here . . ." , I heard Jenni whisper, and I followed her gaze as the rehead settled into a table across the tiny room. So, she did want to play. This could be risky with two untrained females, but I sensed that Red had had some experience. I will watch her watch us until I saw her place in all of this.

"My, you have a lot of questions for a little girl. I couldn't possibily answer them well tonite, but in time you will learn the answers to all these questions and more. Why you? because you are ready for me. I've watched you for some time. And now you are mine. You will be mine until either I release you or you leave. If you leave there will be no coming back, so try to control your whimsy. And if I release you it will be because you are ready to be released. I know that doesn't make any sense to you yet, but in time you will recall my words and understand them perfectly." I checked on Red and found her watching us discretely. I stroked Jenni face, brushing her hair back, tracing her lips, preparing her for my touch again.

The waitress brought our sake. I aske dher to bring Red whatever she wanted, on my tab. Pouring us each a cup of the hot rice wine, I looked hard into Jenni's eyes, "You don't remember me do you?" She shook her head. "Drink up, we have a long night ahead of us." We both downed our drinks like sailors on leave.

"As for why I had you perform out there. Because you must get used to doing things you didn't know you could do, things you've never even thought of doing, things which make you cringe. And you will do them without hesitation, without question, without complaint. You will do them solely because I tell you to. And if I am correct in my choice of you, you will come back asking me to tell you more. Ours will be a sacred trust. You will always have a choice to stop, to leave -- but that will be your choice only once. Does that make sense to you?"

 

[mya]

Jenni

"Why you? because you are ready for me. I've watched you for some time. And now you are mine. You will be mine until either I release you or you leave. If you leave there will be no coming back, so try to control your whimsy. And if I release you it will be because you are ready to be released. I know that doesn't make any sense to you yet, but in time you will recall my words and understand them perfectly," he said. I concentrated hard on his words trying to comprehend, but he was correct in that I did not really understand. What was this talk of control and what sounded like ownership and releasing of myself? I was not some object to be owned and manipulated…and yet he had been manipulating me since I’d received that fateful note, had he not? I gave up trying to understand all that he said as he stroked my face, my hair, and my lips. It was strange to feel so at ease with his touch as though we had known each other for a long time. Yet I did not know him.

"You don't remember me do you?" he asked. I racked my brain, but I could not place him at all and I shook my head to tell him that I did not. As he urged me to drink the sake the waitress had brought, and being quite naïve about alcohol, I yet again followed his lead and swallowed it quickly. I sputtered a bit as the fumes caught in my throat, yet it tasted wonderful. And it wasn’t long before I could feel the effects of the alcohol in my knees…always the first place that my body used to tell me when I’d partaken. It, combined with the sure and calming words and actions of the man, were just enough to take off any residual nervousness I may have had.

He continued then, "As for why I had you perform out there. Because you must get used to doing things you didn't know you could do, things you've never even thought of doing, things which make you cringe. And you will do them without hesitation, without question, without complaint. You will do them solely because I tell you to. And if I am correct in my choice of you, you will come back asking me to tell you more. Ours will be a sacred trust." I took a few moments to contemplate his words. I understood what he said on the surface, but I could not comprehend that which he said I would do. I had never before in my life, except for maybe as a small child and even that I could ponder more, taken total 100% direction from another living soul. In some things sure, but in anything he asked? Would I do that? And more importantly COULD I do that? I could not fathom this being the case, although I could see that it would take a total trust on my part to give him that power over me. Should I try? Could I do it?

"You will always have a choice to stop, to leave -- but that will be your choice only once. Does that make sense to you?" His last sentence gave me the courage to try. For he said I could leave, although again I found myself realizing that so far, since I’d received his letter, I seemed to have no other choice than to stay and do as he asked. I hoped I would not disappoint him, although I had fears I might. But at the moment it felt like I had no other choice than to grab for the golden ring he offered me, and so I looked deep into his eyes, flashing a big bright smile and said, "I am still trying to understand all that you have told me…" I stumbled as I realized I still did not know his name, but I continued on through the embarrassment saying, "but I can not imagine leaving now…" again I searched my memory for a name "for I find myself consumed with a need to know more about you and more about what you offer."

And since "Sir" seemed way to formal for a man I’d just met, or at least one whom my mind felt I’d just met, and "Hey You" way to generic for a man whose fingers had been in my pussy, I settled for not including his name, but tagged on another question I could not resist the temptation of asking, "What is your name? And you obviously know me, yet I do not have a recollection of you? How is it that we know each other?

I took a quick look at Red to see if she was listening and watching. She seemed to be consumed by the menu. Good, then she would not over hear, would she? But as she caught my eyes, she blew me a kiss. Oh my I thought to myself, maybe she can hear?? Oh well it does not matter, for I can no more stop her listening than I can the beautiful sun from setting. I turn my gaze once again to my companion’s face, to watch for any clue that he might give away in his expression, as to what might come next, or any clue as to just exactly who he was and how he knew so much about my habits already.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Loren

"My name is Loren. And that is how you will address me. There are others you will meet in this journey who will wish you to address them as 'Sir' or 'Master' or 'Lord' or 'Mistress', and if I have given you to them, you will do as they tell you, just as if it were me. But, as for me, I wish you to call me Loren. I've been watching you, Jenni. You are a rare and precious creature, and I will treat you as you deserve to be treated, but you must remain strong. Submission is not for the weak. Don't be confused by any stereotypes you might have in your head. And make no mistake, you ARE in submission, and you are there because you want to be, because it is, and always has been, your nature." I adjusted my six foot frame closer to her, and took her hand, placing her fingers in my golden mane and full beard. "You can touch me. I will let you know when you mustn't."

Jenni was hypnotized by this new freedom of choice. Her touches were tentative at first, and then became bolder as I continued. "I have been building the addition on the Bolton's house next door. I would watch you come and go, and sometimes I would linger on the rooftop after dusk and watch you as you came home from work, bedraggled and sad. I would watch you eat alone, bathe in mystery, sleep restlessly. I would see you jump in anticipation each time the phone rang, and the look of disappointment whenever you heard the voice on the other end. Soon you will hear my voice when you answer the phone, and your pussy will flood with welcoming juices even if I am thouands of miles away." Our faces were inches from each other now, and I could see her longing to be kissed, but the time was not right. This feeling must build, until she practically cums in anticipation of my lips. Her hands had found their way to my hardness. I gave her a moment to appreciate my longing before bringing her back to reality.

"Yes, Jenni, I desire you, and I will have you, every inch of you will be ravaged, but we have work to do to prepare the way. I have another assignment for you. And tho I know you think it impossible, you must purge such thinking from your being, and just DO it. Put a smile on your face, walk over to Red's table, introduce yourself, and bring me her panties. Use whatever resources you must, but do not fail me, Jenni."

 

[mya]

Jenni executes her next assignment

Loren. Loren. I tried his name on in my head, still trying to place him. I was glad to know his name, but as yet I still could not figure out how he knew me. I listened to his words intently, glorying in the feel of his hair, and his beard. I would be called upon to address others by 'Sir' or 'Master' or 'Lord' or 'Mistress'? This was all very new and strange to me. But I had a strong feeling I could handle the challenge with Loren by my side, and I did not distress over it. It felt good to be free to touch him in anyway I wished. I used the opportunity to touch him…Loren…to get to know him, how he felt, and finally to return some of the lust to which he had already subjected my body.

I found his hair to be thick and coarse, it glistened when the light hit it. My hand slid down from his cheek, to his shoulder, to his arm, he was solid and strong. My palm slipped to his chest, stroking downward, feeling his nipple poking at my palm, then his ribs, and his softer belly. He explained how he knew of me. Now it all made sense for I had seen and admired the large man working on the Boulton’s house often. But then when he worked there he often as not wore no shirt, or sometimes baggy coveralls. It was no wonder I did not recognize him dressed and cleaned up as he was today. He was a handsome man.

My hand slipped down to explore the bulge in his pants. My palm cupped the hardness I found there. I rubbed his growing erection, empowered by the lust I seemed to be able to create in him also. His words so recently spoken echoed again in my head, "Submission is not for the weak." Well if this was submission, I could definitely handle that! Then he shattered those thoughts by saying, "Yes, Jenni, I desire you, and I will have you, every inch of you will be ravaged, but we have work to do to prepare the way. I have another assignment for you…Put a smile on your face, walk over to Red's table, introduce yourself, and bring me her panties. Use whatever resources you must, but do not fail me, Jenni." Gulp. I bit my lip as I thought about his assignment. Could I do it? And without questions, just as he said? The ‘assignment’ certainly made me nervous, but as I looked into his eyes, my hands still roaming his body and feeling his own excitement, hearing the reassuring tone in his voice and feeling my own desire rippling though my body, there was no way that I could not do as he said.

With one last squeeze of his cock, I slid from our booth and confirmed my participation in his assignment out loud, "Yes Loren." As I stood, I tugged the hem of my short skirt down, trying to cover up more than the skimpy fabric allowed. Relax Jenni girl, just relax, I told myself. Red certainly seemed like she’d be game for this, so just relax and do it! I walked the couple of steps to her table. "Ummmm, hello again. I’m Jenni. Do you think I could join you for a few moments?" I asked as I flashed my friendliest smile.

"Sure Sweetie," she said as she reached over and pulled out a chair for me. "By the way, I enjoyed your ‘show’ earlier Jenni." She gave me a warm and inviting smile. See, this is not so bad, I told myself. Then she asked, "So what’s up Sweetness?" I flushed anew at her compliments and her endearments. I leaned closer to her and whispered, "My friend Loren over there," I nodded in his direction before hurrying on with my embarrassing request, "he wanted me to ask you for your panties. It’s…ummm…all part of a….ummmm…," moving closer and whispering softer still, "submission thing. You know what I mean?" My thoughts were racing through my head …I can’t believe I just did it! But I did. Now please just let her say she’ll give them to me. Please just give them to me.

"I’ll pay you for them of course." I hurried on, babbling in my embarrassment, wanting to make sure there were no obstacles in her way to deny me my request. "I’m sure a beautiful woman like you wears only the nicest underwear that cost an arm and a leg. I wouldn’t want you to be out of pocket or anything." OK Jenni, shut up now. Stop while you’re ahead! I had picked up a paper napkin and sat nervously twisting it in my fingers as I awaited her response.

 

[chanaud]

Red

The waiter brought my usual glass of white wine. I was surprised to hear him say. "Compliments of the gentleman with the beard, ma'm." I looked up at them in time to the woman turning her head to me. I blew a kiss and mouthed the words 'thank you' in their direction.

I couldn't help being preoccuped with wonderment. What kind of game are they playing? And why have they signaled me out? They certainly are an attractive couple, I noticed with envy. It must be nice to be so carefree with our lives. Maybe, I should be too.

After I ordered my dinner, the attractive woman stood up and walked over to my table. Again, she had the same look of fright. Maybe, he sent her over to ask me to join their table, I thought with anticipation.

"Ummmm, hello again. I’m Jenni. Do you think I could join you for a few moments?" She stammered.

To put her at ease. I answered her with a cheerful voice. Sure sweetie. By the way, I enjoyed your show earlier, Jenni. So what's up, Sweetness?

She continued on in a low whisper. My friend Loren over there. I had to strain my ear to hear her. he wanted me to ask you for your ........... She continued on. I’ll pay you for them of course. I’m sure a beautiful woman like you wears only the nicest underwear that cost an arm and a leg. I wouldn’t want you to be out of pocket or anything.

My what??? I'm sorry dear, I missed that part

Jenni had the 'I want to die' look. She closed her eyes and in a louder tone, My boyfriend and I would love your panties.

I almost burst out with laughter. Well...well...well They want my panties, huh?

Well Jenni, let me make sure I'm wearing a pair first. I answered in a teasing tone. Her eyes grew wider.

I looked at the man staring at us. Exaggerating my movements, I lifted my skirt to rub my crotch. I knew I was already wearing a pair. I just wanted to make sure they were nice and wet for them. I lifted my ass off the chair and pulled them down under the long tablecloth. Squeezing it in a ball, I handed them quickly to Jenni.

Don't worry sweetie. Tell your man, thank you for the drink. Enjoy them.

Thank you so much. And she quickly walked away to join her man.

 

[mya]

Jenni returns to Loren clutching her prize

Wow...that was easy. I really had expected that task to be more difficult. I DID IT. I DID IT! A feeling of euphoria came over me at my accomplishment. I clutched her damp panties in a ball in my hand. "Thank you so much.". As I turned to go back to Loren I realized I did not know her name either. She’d always be "Red" in my mind anyways.

I hurriedly slid back on to the bench with Loren at our table, snuggling up to his side. "She said to tell you thanks for the drink Loren, and she said we should enjoy them." Behind the table, I rested the back of my hand on Loren’s thigh and opened my fingers, the smell of her pussy wafting to my nose from her silky green underwear. I stared down at them in my palm, not sure what to do with them now that I had them.

"She was most generous if you ask me. She asked for nothing in return." I was still amazed at how much confidence I gained from her willingness to help me out based on a simple request from a stranger, a request that many would think crazy. I looked to her again, waiting until our eyes connected, and I too mouthed the words "THANK YOU!" back to her.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Loren

She worked quickly, effortlessly, coming back soon with the trophy. It almost seemed too easy, and Jenni and Red seemed to have some chemistry already. I need to learn more about her. Jenni settled on the bench beside me, flushed with excitement, her fingers resting on my thigh.

"Cup them in your hand to warm the juices, and bring it to your nose. Breathe it in, that's it, all the way down to your toes. You will become more and more aware of smells. We all have distinct smells, and there will come a time when you can distinguish one person from another by their odor. You'll be able to tell what kind of mood they're in, who they've been with, what they think of you. I know a lot about you just from the lovely smells that linger on my fingertips." She turned deep crimson at that. The waitress came to take our order. I poured more sake, ordering for us both.

"Tell me, sweet Jenni. Of all the things you've never done that you wished you had, what is the most urgent desire. Tell me in detail, let your fantasy free, you never know what life it might find in this world."

 

[chanaud]

Red

I sat there, and ordered my dinner from the waiter. The constant reminder of the cold chair on my skin told me I had no panties on. I kept a watchful eye on the couple. Wondering what they were going to do with my silk green panties. Then, Jenni did it. She cupped her hands to her nose and inhaled deeply. When she dropped her hand, I saw her subconsciously licked her lips. I wondered in amazement, if my moistness left a trail on her lips.

Again, I couldn't control the wet pool between my legs. I whipped my head around the restaurant and noticed everybody minding their business. My hand crept under the long tablecloth, and found it's way to my clit. Watching Jenni, reminded me of how she stood before me at the park, bent over showing her slit. Her wet slit.

My fingers were rubbing at rapid speed. Creating small circles on my hard nub. Small beads of sweat were forming around my forehead. When I saw Jenni look at me with lust in her eyes, a small moan escape my parted lips. She leaned and whispered something to Loren. Oh god ! Did she know what I was doing??? I noticed my fingers never stopped. In fact, it was rubbing at a faster pace. As soon as Loren turned his head, my body shook in silence. Shook from it's inner core. As, I became aware of my presence, I looked around the restaurant once more. Nope, nobody noticed. When my eyes returned to Jenni and Loren, they both raised their sake cups and blew a kiss. Blushing furiously, I raised my wine glass in return.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Loren

As her mind spun with possibilities the waitress, Eve, returned with our appetizers. Eve had served me before and knew well what I expected of her. She set before us a bowl of kalamata olives. a bowl of jalapenos, and a large plate of stuffed mushrooms. I asked her if she had brought some for Red, and she winked and whisked away. Silently I fed Jenni, letting her savor the sensual texture of the olives, the fleshiness covering each pit. From time to time I glanced at Red as she followed our actions from her table.

".Why don't you ask her to join us if you're going to include her like this. I don't understand why she is over there." Jenni queried.

"She will join us, when she is ready. She'll need no invitaition if her desire is strong enough." I paused, let the words sink in. "The peppers will be hot enough to make you cry. The trick is to keep a small piece in your mouth at all times. This will your tongue from reacting to theit strength. It is in their absence that you will most feel how hot they are." She seemed skeptical, but followed my lead. After many tears Jenni discovered that it was true, keeping a small piece always in her mouth, relieved the burning. Eve returned with two tiny cups of ice cream and set them before us. As Jenni finished the last jalapeno a look of discomfort came over her, knowing that she could no longer evade the pain in her mouth. I motioned to the ice cream, and she put the tiny morsel in her mouth, melting it slowly on her tongue, and a smile crept over her lovely face.

I whispered to Eve that it was time for music, and asked her to turn the lights off and lock the door. But first she must check with Red that this would be ok. "You can stay if you like, or come back later, but make sure that no one else disturbs us." Jenni gave me a worried look, wondering why I would be whispering to the waitress for so long. Eve walked over to her station and soon Sade was singing softly to us. Jenni looked ready to spill her fantasy to me

 

[mya]

Jenni & her fantasy

Red’s juices smelled of sex, of a woman’s need, and of her heat. My tongue could not resist tasting her juices too. She smelled and tasted much like myself, yet different too. I looked over to her, and I recognized the look on her face. Other clues, like her hand having disappeared beneath the table, and the stiffness with which she held her body, and the heat in her eyes and on her skin, all completed the picture of a woman satisfying her need…right here, and now, where anyone could catch her. Yet no one else seemed to notice. I leaned over to Loren, "Red’s playing with herself!" He nodded his head, "Oh yes Jenni, she has been at it for a little while now. Red is a woman who obviously knows what she wants and goes for it. Follow my lead Jenni." With those words he lifted his sake, downed it, and blew a kiss to Red. I, of course, followed suit. Red flushed and raised her wine glass back.

"Tell me, sweet Jenni. Of all the things you've never done that you wished you had, what is the most urgent desire. Tell me in detail, let your fantasy free, you never know what life it might find in this world."

I thought of any and all fantasies that I had ever had. Which did I desire most? I contemplated it for some time and Loren seemed content to give me the time needed to do so. Our appetizers arrived. He fed the salty and savoury olives from his fingers. They were delicious. Then Loren expected me to eat the jalapenos, and I feared I would not be able to. But he told me how to do it to ease my discomfort, and after several mistakes, with tears rolling down my cheeks, I finally did it as he told me to and I found he was correct. Upon swallowing the last of the peppers, my mouth burned hot again. The heat of my mouth made my body sweat and finally Loren again steered me to my reprieve…a delicious cool, sweet, milky spoon of ice cream. "Ahhhhhhh, much better!" I smiled to Loren as the burning eased. I was learning to trust him.

Loren whispered to the beautiful waitress. And almost immediately the room was locked with just Loren, me and Red inside. The lights went out and a woman’s voice sang softly in the darkness. I knew not what Loren had planned, but I was not worried. It seemed time to tell him of my fantasies. He had said he wanted the deepest, so I would start there.

"Loren," I whispered in the darkness, "I have had a tough time choosing my most urgent fantasy. But my deepest most urgent fantasy of all is..."

"Yes sweet Jenni, tell me your fantasy, but speak up, do not whisper." His arm rested behind me as I began my story.

"I have had sex with one man at a time before Loren. But his satisfaction is always reached far before mine. To be honest, I am not sure one man has ever really fulfilled me at all. I have had to finish myself off with my fingers if I wished to reach orgasm. I have always fantasized about having more than one man at the same time to satisfy me. My past experiences seem to have made this fantasy take deeper root in my mind. I now dream of it often when I do use my own fingers to satisfy myself at home alone in my bed."

I am glad for the darkness, for my flesh is flushed with colour, and it allows me to forget momentarily that Red is close by and can probably hear every word. For all I know the singer or the waitress or anyone else can maybe hear it too. It is much tougher to share this fantasy here with other ears to hear it besides Loren’s. But I keep on with it, getting caught up in the vision in my head, and the excitement it generates in my body.

"In my fantasy, I see myself in a room with several people, men and women. There is always a reason for which we end up undressing. Sometimes it is just a party where one thing leads to another, and people are undressing and making love. I guess you’d call it an orgy really. In my fantasy I am reluctant to participate, but my date for the evening takes the choice from me by ripping my clothing from my body. And when he begins to lavish my body with the touch of his hands and his lips, I easily give in, for I crave his touch so much that it takes all control from me."

Loren’s hand caresses my cheek and then his fingers softly brush my neck and shoulder. I find it gives me the reassurance that he is there, listening, enjoying. My voice gets huskier as I continue on, more excited now than before.

"To garner his touch that I want so bad, I’ll do anything for him. So when he pulls another naked woman over with an outstretched arm, and he asks me to kiss her…I do. Although I’ve never done it before, I do it, because I know it will get me his mouth upon my breast. And it does.

When he asks me to lie upon the dining room table, completely naked, and he puts chocolate sauce on one nipple, and caramel on the other, and strawberry sauce upon my pussy, and ice cream upon my belly button and whipped cream to top it all off…I lay still there for him to do it. My nipples are hard, and my pussy juices flow as my body reacts in anticipation of his tongue and lips upon my body. Then when he calls another couple over to help, he offers my pussy to the woman, and my nipple to the man and I do nothing but moan my delight. My partner takes my other nipple and all three eat dessert from my body. And I squirm upon the table as my body heat is kindled until the woman has licked me to one orgasm. Then my partner takes me from the table, and bends me over it, and holding my hips firmly with his hands, he plunges his cock into my vagina hard and fast and deep, again and again and again, until I scream out with my second orgasm. And then he motions the couple back over and he lets the man take over the position at my pussy, and he shoves his still hard cock in my mouth. Both men plunge hard into me, as the woman slips up to suckle my breasts cruelly. Then my partner explodes in my mouth and I swallow as much of his cum as I can. The remainder dribbles down my chin and is sprayed on my chest and in my face. The woman eagerly helps to lick up the excess, as the man at my vagina cums hard inside me at the same time as I have another orgasm. I rub the remaining sperm from my partner into the skin on my tits as my partner kisses my lips lovingly and the other couple move off to fuck each other once again. Then my partner wraps me in his over coat, takes me to his car, drives me home and makes made passionate love to me the rest of the night. And in the morning we share the shower and one more love making session."

As I finish the story of my fantasy, I am once again aware of the singer, and Red close by. I laugh a nervous laugh, as I say to Loren, "How is that for a deep dark fantasy Loren?"

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Loren

As Jenni spilled her lustful desires, opening a petal at a time like a long forming flower bud, I could feel the heat coming off her body, and the musky smell of her wants. Eve had darkened the room and locked the door, leaving light coming only from the small candles on each of the three tables. I watched the light play off Jenni's face as she delighted in her own story. She was ripe, perfectly luscious, and tonite she would begin a journey that would change her life forever,

The candle at Red's table revealed her total attention to our tale. And the third table was empty -- no, as my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could see that Eve had lingered, standing quietly, watching, from the corner behind the table, dessert tray nearby.

As Jenni speaks, slow sensuous words dripping from her mouth, my cock stiffens again and strains to be released. But in order to teach Jenni the discipline she needs I, too, must control my desires until the moment is right. As she finishes and seeks my reaction, I notice that Red's table is now empty, but I cannot find her in the blackness of the room. I ask Jenni to stand and she does. She looks like a little girl, uncertain what to do with the new feelings rushing through her body and her mind. I unfasten her skirt and slide it slowly over her hips and to the floor. As I bend to help her step out of it, I brush my face across her thighs, raising goosebumps in the wake of my beard. Between her legs I can now see the dim outline of another set of female legs, standing close behind her. I touch the sensitive skin behind her knees and she almost buckles to the floor, my outstretched hands catching her ass and supporting her as she regains her balance, her pussy glistening with delight inches from my hungry mouth.

Such temptation to go fast -- such need to go slowly.