Date: Tue, 29 May 2001 22:58:26 +0100
From: Jemima Cranshaw <jemimaheart@hotmail.com>
Subject: 'Jemima's Tale Part 3'{Jemimaheart}(MM tv bd anal)[1!1]

'Jemima's Tale Part 3'{Jemimaheart}(MM tv bd anal)[1!1]

Jemima's Tale Part 3 - A true story.


+++++Part 1 - Jemima's First Love


They say you never truly forget your first lover.

Looking back, the time that I spent as Jemima, in my very first sexual
relationship with another man, was undoubtedly the most intense and
pleasurable time of my life. How could it have been otherwise, when for as
long as I could remember, a good proportion of my waking thoughts had
dwelled on what it would be like to dress up and play the female for a
strong, handsome boyfriend?

As I got to know Steve a little better, it became apparent that, for me,
there were a few aspects of our relationship that I would have liked to know
more about - no major secrets, or anything like that -  but certain unspoken
questions that I was dying to have the answers to.

I knew that he had married early and, in the way that these things go
sometimes, eventually realised that sexually he needed something more  -
although he wasn't quite sure what. After the traditional messy divorce and
experimentation in the gay scene, Steve found that although having sex with
men was pleasurable, once the initial excitement had waned, it wasn't
totally satisfying either.

Enter the internet - and discovering the world of transvestites and
she-males had simply blown his mind; he fantasied about being in bed with
someone who blended the sexual intensity of a man with certain feminine
qualities that he found arousing... Our accidental "first encounter', he had
told me, had given him the perfect opportunity to explore "the best of both
worlds", as he put it... I remember blushing when he'd said that fucking me
had been everything he'd imagined it might be...

I knew that I was more communicative and creative than Steve, although he
was much more practical and confident. I had gone through more formal
education, but he had more life-experience, so we were pretty evenly
matched. It was when it came down to talking about sex that I noticed a
difference between us. Ironically, I suppose I was like the classic example
of a girl wanting her boyfriend to express his feelings more, but in my case
I really wanted him to reassure me that he was happy with our sex-life, to
tell me what I could do to make it even better or what he thought or
fantasied about when we made love.

I realised that the pattern of our encounters had been established by the
way we had initially met - I was girly, sexy Jemima for him, in my lingerie
and outfits, and that gave him the easy way out - a ready-made role as the
lustful male helpless to resist my feminine wiles. He could get by quite
happily without communicating anything much about his inner self. This was
fair enough as far as it went - after all, I REALLY loved being a
prick-tease - but was that the only dimension to our sexual identities? I
was sure it wasn't.

When it actually came down to it I never dared ask Steve about this stuff
out right -  I guess I was a bit too afraid of the answers I might get - so
I kept it at the back of my mind, content with what had settled into a
two-or-three-times-a-week routine of being regularly fucked.

Then, on one of our meetings, something took place that made me look at my
unexpressive new boyfriend in a slightly new light...


+++++Part 2 - New Games for Jemima


Coming up to his 39th birthday (25th of May - a Taurean/Gemini cusp, which
should give you a clue!)  - I half-jokingly suggested that for a birthday
treat, I would indulge his wildest/silliest dreams in one incredible night
of passion.

Lying next to him one night, after a particularly satisfying session of
lovemaking, I took advantage of his post-orgasmic state of relaxation and,
amidst a fair amount of giggling, told him that if he wrote down everything
he wanted in a special letter of instructions - how he wanted me to dress,
some scene we could act out, any special things we might do - it would
really be a turn on for me to set it up for him. I felt excited and quite
clever at my ingenuity - in effect, I had neatly given him permission to act
out his deepest fantasies - on me!

The designated Saturday night arrived. After a leisurely day, I got myself a
glass of white wine, retrieved the all-important parcel from the drawer
where it had been smouldering away all day, and lay on my bed to open it.

I was trying not to be, but I was actually quite nervous. I knew by now that
Steve had no real harm in him, but he could be quite a ""bloke'sometimes -
not exactly aggressive, but when he felt like it, he could stubbornly insist
on getting what he wanted. All week I had tried to avoid thinking about the
more extreme scenarios that I could be subjected to - depraved visions of me
kneeling before him with his piss running down my face... or bent over the
back of the sofa with his fist jammed into my rectum... or...

Quickly opening the brown-paper parcel, I pulled out:
a sealed bag of clear plastic - my heart fluttered as I saw what looked like
pink lingerie packed neatly inside;
a small packet wrapped in pink tissue paper;
two one-metre lengths of thick pink ribbon;
a folded piece of A4 piece of paper.

Excitement building in my stomach, I unfolded the paper and started to read
the typed instructions -  it wasn't long before I  found myself wondering
just what I was letting myself in for with my new boyfriend...


+++++Part 3 - Jemima gets Ready for her Man


It took me most of the afternoon to get ready.

I kitted my bedroom out with soft candlelight, incense and music, laid the
contents of my package out on the bed, then when everything was assembled
and ready, I retreated to the bathroom and bathed, shaved and powdered
myself until I was clean and baby-smooth all over.

I dried my hair, trimmed my fringe a little and with a little gel, brushed
and obeying my instructions, styled it long so that it hung down to my
shoulders, full and silky.

I returned to the bedroom to examine what my boyfriend had bought for me.

First, I carefully unwrapped the tissue paper bundle and what looked like
two long diamante earrings attached to overlarge gold clasps revealed
themselves to my curious gaze. Then it hit me - my lover had sent me a
beautiful pair of nipple-clips to wear for him!

Already feeling quite excited, I quickly ripped open the bag of lingerie and
emptied the contents out onto the bed: a gorgeous girly-pink satin nightie;
matching full satin panties and a packet of luxurious hold-up stockings in
pure - white.

There seemed to be a lot of straps for such a short nightie, but it was only
on untangling it and holding it up against me that I finally realised what
exactly was going on - it was topless! The delicate frilled shoulder straps
had been designed to separate into two above each breast, carried on down
around each side to meet again under the cunningly underwired bustline where
the skirt began. Effectively both breasts were left nicely bared and lifted
for any appreciative onlookers... I knew that one appreciative onlooker in
particular was ensuring that there was no chance he would miss out on seeing
my new jewellery...

Then it was time for Jemima to get dressed!

As usual, I opened the packet of stockings first, lingering over the
familiar ritual of inserting my toes, pulling the sheer, stretching, mesh up
and around my legs, the elastic tops holding them snug around my upper
thighs. My legs felt amazing in the clinging white nylon, like they were
always meant to be this smooth and alive. I rubbed my thighs together just
to enjoy the familiar smooth buzz of nylon and the enhanced feeling of skin
against skin. My usual hard-on appeared immediately and I indulged it with a
few loving strokes while admiring my legs in the wardrobe mirror.

I interrupted my normal routine, desperate to try out my strange new gifts.
My nipples were already rock hard at the mere thought of being adorned with
the jewelled clasps, so clipping them on was easy. Soon a two-inch long
enamelled column dangled freely from the centre of each breast; it wasn't
painful, as such, but quite firm and definately intense - arousingly so! I
experimented with making them swing from side to side, and an exquisite
feeling of utter shamelessness flooded through me - my heart was already
beating ften to the dozen at the thought of wearing these with the topless
nightie - I just couldn't believe that I was going to let someone see me in
this state.

The panties came next, pulled up tight, smooth and clingy over my bum. I
noticed with pleasure that they were trimmed at waist and legs with the same
frilly edging as the nightie...

I slid the soft satin nightdress over my head. Wow! The underwire worked its
magic, and I became very aware that my titties, with their exquisitely
sensitive tips, were now protruding full and round through their frilly pink
harness of straps. Unable to stop myself, I slid my fingers up beneath the
clips and caressed my poor, squeezed, nipples until a wave of sudden
pleasure made me quickly stop before I really got turned on...

Another sip of wine to calm down and it was time for make-up - gold
eyeshadow, full, big lashes and luscious pastel-pink lips. Normally, I loved
to have intense, vibrant colours on my fingernails, but tonight my
instructions dictated that I would be wearing clear nail varnish on my
fingers. I thought that, although not what I would have chosen, it actually
gave my nails a young, more natural look.

Steve had not specified footwear, so for my feet I chose my little white
three-inch heels, with slender ankle straps that fastened with delicate gold
buckles.

I decided to wear my little gold heart earrings, complementing the items my
lover had provided and making me feel even more attractive and feminine.

Finally I slipped on the heels and gave a twirl in the mirror - overall, it
seemed my boyfriend wanted to enjoy me dressed as: quite young, definately
girly and extremely available... Below the blatent sexual display of my
breasts, the spread of the frilled skirt emphasised my trim waist and was
short enough to nicely show off my pert, pantied, bum.

I was running late, so hurriedly, I tidied the debris away and, with nervous
anticipation, moved to obey the rest of my boyfriend's instructions.

Taking the two long lengths of ribbon, I stood at the end of the bed. With a
last check in the mirror, I reached down and efficiently tied my ankles
together - alternately winding one of the ribbons round each stockinged
ankle, above the delicate white straps of my shoes, and securing it firmly.

The second ribbon was tied round my left wrist. Placing both hands behind my
back, as instructed, I wound my right wrist round the rest of the ribbon
until my hands were tightly tied together in the small of my back.

Ankles and wrists tied, I completed the manoeuvre by kneeling, as
instructed, upright on the floor at the edge of the bed. Looking over in the
mirror I could just see a glimpse of Jemima, tied and helpless in her
topless baby-doll nightie - looking excited but nervous as she awaits the
pleasure of her new master...


+++++Part 4 - Jemima Learns to Submit


I hear the door downstairs open and close and I know that he has come for
me. I hear the usual sounds of my boyfriend making his way up the stairs,
but am taken aback as his shape appears in the doorway, looking down at me
kneeling there ready for him.

Disconcerted, I take in my lovers unfamiliar new appearance, from top to
bottom:
Mirror shades prevent me from seeing his blue-green eyes, and for some
reason, rather than seem laughable, they cause my heart to start pounding
fast beneath my nightie;
- thin leather choker I have never seen before;
- short black t-shirt showing his still-flat muscled stomach;
- drab green canvas cargo pants;
- my attention is drawn to his slick black leather gloves;
- black doc martins complete the, slightly unnerving, definately different
look.

I barely have time to register that he has dressed to emphasise that things
will not be the same tonight, when he comes over to stand above me. My head
is on a level with his taut midriff, and I can literally feel the tension
building in the warm room. I look up at my masters face at all times, as his
note instructed.

I feel very soft and vulnerable next to this strange man. He looks down and
his hand comes up to hold me under the chin. I feel the thin leather against
my skin and a shiver of anticipation passes through me. It really does seem
very different to usual - for a moment I am lost in the distorted reflection
of an unsure, but highly excited, Jemima in the silver shades - all
trembling big lashes and luscious pink lips.

He reaches down behind me and finishes tying my wrists properly. I test them
and feel that they are secure - I must ensure that I am a good girl tonight,
so that I will be released later.

I am in a dream, kneeling obediently before this strange and powerful man.
Helpless and vulnerable in my girlie frills, with breasts bared and hands
tied behind my back, I have promised that I will let him do anything he
desires to me...

Without saying a word, Steve's hands interrupt my thoughts, sliding his
hands round my exposed breasts. Leather-gloved fingers follow the naked
mounds of my flesh, tracing the outlines of the swinging clasps. I cannot
help emitting a hiss of excitement as he fondles me,  pulling and caressing
my excited nipples until they are burning against my chest, twin flames
throbbing wickedly in pleasure/pain beneath their new adornments.

My new master does not speak but I can tell he is pleased by my compliance.
His hand presses between my shoulder blades, pushing me forwards onto the
edge of the bed until my face and shoulders are resting against the soft
pink coverlet.

A sharp slap on my bottom urges my hips up and forwards, then squatting down
by my side, I feel him roughly slide his hand down the back of my panties.
He pushes, spreading and separating my buttocks and I instinctively move my
legs apart to help him gain access to me. I have absolutely no thought of
resistance. Single-mindedly, fingers slide down my bottom crack and deftly
probe the entrance to my body.

I am glad that, as instructed, I have carefully prepared myself and am slick
with lubrication because, without any preamble, a gloved finger pushes
straight inside me, bringing my head up off the bed with an audible gasp. My
new master leans round to look me straight in the face. Through the
impenetrable silver shades, his amused gaze impales me just as intimately as
the insistent pressure of his finger in my bottom.

"You want it don't you?" he asks, already knowing the answer.

I swallow hard and nod, staring at the bedcovers in shame.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you."

I drag my eyes back to the humiliating vision of myself in those mirror
lenses. His voice is sterner now: "Say it!".

"Yes I want it..." I manage to reply.

He doesn't let it go, revelling in my embarrassment: "Say: I want your
finger up me."

He is ruthless in my humiliation. Blushing furiously, I make myself repeat
the words: "I want your finger up me...".

"Like this?"

"ohHH..." - now my anus is completely open to him.

"More?" His face is a blur in my vision, his finger pushes further inside.

"uhh...oHHH!" I feel myself parting before him.

"Well?"- fully up inside me, leather-encased knuckles rest excitingly
against my bottom cheeks. I feel the glorious hollow ache inside that comes
from being penetrated.

I lean forward on my knees, holding my arse as high in the air as I can, my
prick full and hard in my panties: "uhhplease!" I blurt out helplessly.

"I'll take that as a yes."

He finger-fucks me for a few moments, moving in and out, quite roughly. He
is making it obvious that any stimulation I might derive from his actions
would be merely co-incidental, nevertheless the movement from his hand
causes the front of my frilly underwear to drag across the stiff head of my
erection, adding to the swirl of pleasure building inside me, up inside my
very core.

I am breathing hard now as his finger works inside me, my rear is on fire,
my nipples are on fire from the ever-present clips - I am his plaything, his
sexual slave and I love it - feeling myself being taken to the edge,
starting to lose it...

Abruptly, his finger stops its marvellous movement, and I protest:
"Please!...".

"Would you like another finger?" he asks dangerously.

"Oh yes" I whisper quietly, ready to be utterly ravished by this stranger's
strong, clever, fingers - ready for him to make me squirt my cream right
into my lovely satin panties...

"Yes... I'm sure you would." he sounds amused. I cannot help closing my eyes
as his finger abruptly withdraws from me. Tonight I am not here for my
pleasure, but for his.

"Get up." orders my new master and wide-eyed - and not a little unnerved - I
quickly obey.

I am already a complete wreck. Being treated like this is so unexpectedly,
incredibly, erotic that I can hardly think straight - I had no idea that my
new boyfriend could be like this, and I am shocked at the depth and
immediacy of my own responses...

I struggled to my feet, finding it awkward with my hands behind my back and
stand before him, breathing a little heavily.

Steve moves up close until his broad chest almost touches my tingling
breasts. He even smells different to usual. Wondering, I tilt my head to
look up at his face.

His lips meet mine in an instantly arousing, passionate kiss that really
does take my breath away. It had previously become obvious to me that my
lover was so much more sexually experienced than me and now, particularly as
I am unable to see his eyes, I realise that I have been rendered completely
awestruck by his confident, male, potency.

Helpless to resist, I lean into the strong, enfolding, arms, marvelling at
the feeling of hard muscles against my bare skin. My sensitive breasts crush
into his chest, exciting me in their emphasised femininity. When we are
together like this, all my worries disappear and  it all seems so simple:
this man lets me be his girl, because for both of us equally, my responses
to his masculine power heighten the enjoyment of our sexuality and
lovemaking to fever pitch in a way that nothing else can...

His crotch rubs sensuously against my own, and I murmur my pleasure into his
mouth, my prick once more growing large to meet his own expanding erection,
his closeness allowing me to feel every detail of its impressive size and
hardness.

Beneath my bound hands, leather-clad fingers run confidently over my
"bottom: ..such a lovely bum..." he whispers in a voice that brings my prick
up even stiffer than ever. He knows that, tonight, my body is his to do with
as he wants.

I am being opened up by his mouth, my lipstick smearing as our two tongues
meet, tease, and excite each other. I become almost dizzy with sensation and
sexual tension.

Without thinking I disengage from the kiss and begin to lower myself, as
best I can, to the floor. Just like always with Steve, I am eager to make
him want me by getting on my knees before his beautiful stiff cock  and
pleasing it in the best way I know how...


+++++Part 5 - Jemima Gets it Wrong


Kneeling before him, I press my lips to the front of his trousers. His full
erection is a solid bulge beneath the rough canvas and I know that I have to
have it in my mouth. I gently touch the green material with the tip of my
tongue. His hands come down to my head, but instead of offering
encouragement, they hold me firm while he drags his hips back, away from my
eager mouth.

His voice comes from above me: "What are you doing?"

In a momentary confusion, I am too excited to stop. The hold on my hair
grows stronger.

The man above me is frowning. "Did I tell you to suck me?"

"No" I reply in a little voice, unsure now.

"Well?" He sounds angry.

My face blazing, I start to explain: "I didn't mean..."

He interrupts: "Didn't I tell you to look  me when I'm speaking?"

This isn't much fun -  I look up at him "YES" I say sullenly.

There's a sharp thunk, pain in the side of my head and little silver stars
floating round my eyeballs - he has actually hit me!

"Look..." I begin to say...

In one movement he grasps my arm, pulls me up and turns me, whirling me
round on my three-inch heels before pushing me, hands still tied, head-first
over the padded arm of the nearby chair.  My face bounces (..Ooff!..) off
the opposite chair arm.

I start to wriggle but a warning hand on the small of my back presses my
tummy into the wide,padded, arm. A powerful leg traps my knees against the
side of the chair. I am helpless.

The back of my panties are yanked down -  I yelp as the front catches on my
erection - and pulled down my thighs just enough to expose my naked buttocks
to the warm bedroom air.

I turn my head to the side, the better to breathe, and close my eyes - the
better to imagine my boyfriend staring down at my pale, helpless bottom
nicely presented to him over the chair arm - it seems I am going to get my
first real (...angry!...) spanking!

I wait for a silent, never-ending, moment - then his hand on my back tenses
and a blazing slap across my upthrust rear makes me jump.

Smack - there goes another across the centre of my bum - I try to rear up
but I am securely held in place. In the quiet warmth of the bedroom, it
seems like I hear the next shockingly-loud slap even before I feel the -

Smack! - owch that stung - he was so fast -

Smack! -  I distinctly felt my bare skin ripple under his hard, flat, hand
on that one. I start to squirm, becoming excited now, as my bottom cheeks
get warmer and I discover that my prick, snugly nestled in its satin
covering, is able to rub deliciously against the thick padding of the chair
arm...

SMACK! - just like when I spank myself, the throbbing in my buttocks is
starting to drive me crazy - but with Steve I have no idea when the next
merciless - SMACK! - (...ohh!...)  -  will be!

I am warm all over now, breathing heavily into the chair cushion and
writhing so much beneath each blow that he is really having  to hold me
down.

SmACK! - (...hhuuhh...)  - delicious fire runs across my backside forcing a
tiny cry from my lips - this isn't six of the best - it's more like a dozen
of the very best!

I push my face back into the cushion to muffle my excitement - SMACK! -
"uhhH" I hear myself moan, abandoning myself to the sheer sensuality of my
predicament -the satin nightie up round my waist - the jewelled clamps
dangling from my breasts -  my stockinged legs hanging straight down, toes
digging into the soft carpet - my tied wrists damp with sweat - bare,
punished, buttocks glowing red-hot in the dim room...

SMACK!  "UUHH" - a trickle of sweat runs down my cheek as, despite the
awkward angle, I shamelessly hump my hips against the chair arm. I want this
man to stop spanking me and get up right behind me, unzip his lovely hard
cock and rub it teasingly all over my poor, throbbing, bottom until I moan
and beg him to drive it deep into my desperately-waiting hole...

A final SMACK and his hands release their grip on my back.

I let out a little cry of disappointment and just lie where I have been
left, bare arse in the air and stiff prick pressed into the chair arm. My
poor bottom is really stinging - I know it must be very red and inflamed -
and I can't believe how vulnerable and so very sexy it makes me feel.

I know Steve is watching me lying here, an aroused and dishevelled heap bent
over the chair. I guess it is obvious, both to me and my assertive new
boyfriend, that a proper spanking really does drive me wild.

The next command comes soon after: "Now - stand up... and remember who's in
charge." How could I forget, now?


++++ Part 6 - Jemima Learns Pleasure in Obedience


With a little help, I pull myself upright and stand still in front of my
master - I am in no state to disobey this strange, forceful Steve, so I wait
obediently for his next instruction.

His right hand moves down my front and firmly grasps my aroused prick, still
trapped in the smooth satin ruffles of my panties. His tight grip enfolds
and caresses my stiff rod through the sheath of soft pink underwear. A
little gasp escapes from my mouth and I start to move my hips, straining
excitedly within the unyielding leather prison of his fist.

His shades stare straight into my eyes, watching my reaction while he begins
to wank me in a calm, matter-of-fact, sort of way. My forehead still feels
very warm and I know that my face is shiny with arousal. Mindful of his
previous instruction, I keep looking back at my master, biting my lip to
stifle the pleasure he is bringing. It feels that everything is going so
fast!

"Yeees... we'll have to do something about THIS." The statement is
punctuated with a final, mighty tug on my buried hard-on that makes my knees
go weak.

"Nice though these are, I think we'll have them off now..."

He releases the front of the frilly knickers and, reaching behind me,
inserts a finger in the back of my waistband, below my tied wrists. Casually
he pulls downward and the rear of my panties slides down over my bum to
cling around the backs of my thighs. The front of my panties remains where
it is for the moment, held up by my significantly-swollen prick. I notice
that the satin is damp where it is stretched over the hidden tip of my
protruding erection.

He gives me my next instruction and I can't believe my ears: "Now lie back
on the bed and ask me to wank you off."

You can head a pin drop on the soft bedroom carpet. I am aware of my mind
racing to try and catch up with this new command (...push your hips right up
and come in his hand while he watches...).

  I slowly sit down on the edge of the bed, totally passive in mute,
excited, surrender.

"That's right, lean right back and get those legs up." he orders and
suddenly it all becomes very real.

Breathlessly, I obey, lying back on the smooth pink coverlet, taking my
weight on my bound wrists and shoulders. I feel utterly at his mercy. The
jewelled clasps rest pointedly on the naked flesh below my nipples. My
nightie has bunched up around my waist, leaving my bottom totally uncovered,
and the cool bedcovering beneath my rear increases my feeling of nakedness.
When I raise my stocking-clad legs up high in the air as instructed, I feel
even more exposed, for I can see that the bared rosebud of my anus is now in
full view of my new master, lewdly framed by white curves of trembling
buttocks.

I know I am blushing ferociously at my complete submissiveness (...and
loving it at the same time...) when suddenly Steve steps forward between my
legs and his hips nudge my spread thighs. I feel the definite, prominent
bulge in his cargo pants pressing right up against my spread and open hole
and anticipation sends me totally light-headed.

The man standing over me glances down briefly at my swollen erection, still
trapped under its pink satin covering; "Well?" he asks.

Laid out before him, completely in his control, my heart is racing in my
chest and I moan once and wrap my legs round his solid waist; I am ready for
him to unzip and take me then and there.

"Please.." I beg, rubbing myself against his crotch, excited by the thought
that only a single layer of material prevents that beautiful thick cock from
sliding straight into the moist, accepting, depths of my behind.

My boyfriend looks down at me, taking it all in. He smiles, not entirely
without pity, watching me pumping my hips on the bed, desperately rubbing my
inner thighs against the rough canvas over his crotch, my pleading eyes
fixed on my masters face. "Please... ...touch it... oh please..." I whisper
in sweaty humiliation. We both know that even after only this brief time, I
totally, erotically, belong to him.

Mesmerised, I watch a gloved hand reach down and toy with the back of my
panties, stretched taut between my spread thighs. My master's hand runs
deliciously over the bare flesh of my uptilted bottom before moving further
up. With a sudden whip of his arm, the panties are ripped off me, bringing a
sharp, stinging cut whipping across the back of my legs that makes  me
wince. I quickly forget the pain, however,  as the reddened stiffness
protruding from between my raised legs finally unfurls into the warm bedroom
air. Totally naked from my waist down, I feel cool leather fingers reaching
to surround my exposed prick.  Once again, I am helpless to resist,
immediately  raising my bottom up off the bed to meet the wonderfully
enclosing fist.

He begins to work me expertly, smiling briefly as I send an involuntary gasp
of pleasure echoing through the warm bedroom. His arm pumps me relentlessly,
wanking me with firm, arousing, strokes - building and coaxing a delicious
answering movement from my hips (...oh my love oh yess...).

Held tight in the exquisite strength of his grasp, I feel my orgasm building
and I can feel myself losing control - my fists clenched beneath me, my hips
rising and falling to my master's insidious, knowing, rhythm, my thighs
desperately clamped around his waist - (...oh Steve I can feel you so
much...)

"You really like this, don't you, you little slut?"

"Ohhhhh..." My head tosses from side to side and through slitted eyes I
catch a glimpse in the mirror, a vision of Jemima in pink frills, splayed
out and ravished across the bedcovers (...oh yes yESS make me come in your
hand make me have it make me squeal...)

Steve bends forwards over me, cupping his left hand in front of my engorged
glans while still pumping my shaft vigorously with his right. With perfect
timing  he whispers softly: "Now show me how you come..."

Fingers of steel velvet squeeze hard (...OHH GOD...), triggering an
uncontrollable, shuddering, wave of orgasm that burns its way up through my
groin and erupts in pulsing spurts of sticky come, right into Steve's
waiting palm - and a little over my white stockings, I struggle to free my
trapped hands, bucking up off the bed and crying out with the force of my
climax . My bare breasts heave deliciously, my head is buzzing, my whole
body stretching and filling with flowing, tingling, warmth. I feel my
lover's hand milking the final squirts of semen from me as complete pleasure
diffuses through my body.  (... ohh Steve...) I lower my legs, flopping back
on the bed to recover my breath, tears of release wet on my cheeks.

At that moment, I knew that I truly loved the man standing in front of me.
My lover and master, my Steve gives me the freedom to revel in my own
sensuality, and the wonderful gifts of his own sexual desires. I feel
overwhelmed that another man could enjoy making me feel such pleasure like
this, and I know that I will do anything to likewise satisfy him in return.


+++++Part 7 - Jemima is Reminded Who's Boss


I open my eyes and look up at him, I know my face is flushed with the orgasm
he had wrought . He holds up his hand and I see the pearly-white evidence of
my ejaculation nestling in the palm of the black glove. He regards it for a
moment before speaking: "I take it you enjoyed that.. ".

It wasn't a question, which was just as well as I am not really up to a
coherent reply yet.

" ...anyway, turn over...". He demonstrates a rotating motion with a gloved
finger, just in case I had missed the point.

My mind starts to return to focus as I sit up to obey this new instruction.
It is awkward with my tied arms but I roll my shoulder onto the bedspread
and hunch my knees up until I am facing the pink cotton pillows, resting on
my right cheek and knees.  At least the weight is off my poor wrists, now
resting in the small of my back, while on my underside I once more feel the
familiar tug of gravity on my ornamented nipples and they respond by sending
a renewed frisson of excitement through my post-orgasmic haze. I feel the
toes of my shoes resting just over the edge of the bed and in my hazy,
unguarded state, something starts to dawn on me:

- apart from stockings and heels, I am completely naked from the waist down;
- I have just been ordered into the perfect position to be mounted and given
a really good fucking from the rear...

More alert now, I look over my shoulder at Steve's face. The unblinking
mirror lenses impassively reflect my predicament back to me and a shiver of
submissive pleasure trips through my stomach.

In this vulnerable new position I am totally and temptingly presented to my
new master: from the uncovered flare of my waist and hips beneath my bound
hands, down over the rounded globes of my upthrust buttocks - even now still
pink and glowing from their earlier punishment - past the backs of white
stocking-tops to the smooth creases at the backs of my knees... a completely
shameless vision of utter sexual accessibility...

I watch as Steve steps right up to the edge of the bed and bends forwards
slightly. Although out of my direct vision, I soon know what his intentions
are for immediately I feel him reach between my open thighs and casually
push his left hand right up under the spread cheeks of my bottom.

Cool leather firmly and deliberately parts my buttocks before pressing up
hard between them. I gasp out loud with sudden understanding, my imprisoned
fingers helplessly claw the air, and I feel the wet leather palm of his
glove rub its way along my exposed crevice -  smearing its sticky cargo of
sperm right up into my gaping crack and anus...

"Waste not, want not.." he murmurs and I flush in humiliation, turning and
hiding my face in the coverlet while rough fingers of leather open my secret
places, pushing deep into my hole and deftly tamping the slippery semen up
inside my bottom.  I feel dirty, defiled and at the same time, incredibly
excited, - my body unable to do anything but simply hold itself in position
and take it.

I moan softly to myself, appalled at my own depraved excitement, as I let my
master lubricate my behind with the copious residue of my own recent
ejaculation...

The palm of his glove is wiped clean on my raised buttocks (...rub it in to
my hot red arse...), before they are given a parting slap that sends a CRACK
of fire swiping across the sensitive skin and brings my head up sharply in
attention.

Amused now, my lover issues his next instruction: "Now you're fit for
action, you can get me ready..." I hear him say callously.

I look back up at him again and this time the imperious finger indicates the
crotch of the green cargo pants, "..so come here - and start sucking".

My master orders and I have to obey. As quickly as I can, I rock back onto
my knees and move my body round 180 degrees until I am facing him. My head
is level with his stomach and I see that I am going to have to lean down and
forwards to be near his waistband.

"Wait" he warns and I pause obediently while the man standing in front of me
casually unzips himself: "Get on with it", he orders.

I lean right forward, exposing my naked breasts with their dangling
jewellery to his gaze while ensuring that he has a good view of my bare,
uptilted rear, while I am sucking him. I wish my hands were free to hold and
stroke him, but I am glad that my master can see me bound and submissive
before him.

My mind is pure sensation, totally beyond thinking: I am a sex-obsessed slut
who only craves the pleasure and satisfaction that comes from her depraved
excitements.

Trying hard not to topple forwards, I moan a loving greeting at the familiar
rigid curve of my lover's prick. Released from its canvas prison and now
straining hard and thick in front of me, the circumsized shaft is the most
excited I have ever seen it, the slit in the red, angry-looking, glans gapes
and oozes its pre-come invitingly. I smell Steve's powerful, spermy, musk
and know that I am privileged to be allowed to be so intimate with such
active, masculine, virility.

At last my soft pink lips are permitted to be placed around the throbbing
weapon and immediately I totally enclose it in my moist, welcoming mouth.
Some of my hair is caught in my mouth and a gloved finger reaches down and
pulls it away, in an almost tender gesture.

My own excited - and slightly painful - erection stirs again into life as I
consciously think about exactly what I am doing  to this other man, (...oh
my love, to have your strength between my lips...) then I joyfully and
gratefully begin to suck for all I am worth.

It's hard to keep balance on the bed with my hands tied behind me but I
manage to keep steady as my head bobs up and down. I cannot look up but I
know he is watching my efforts. My eager lips slide smoothly over the warm
shaft, my tongue working intently on the sensitive bulb of the head. I truly
love sucking this man's cock for him - I love the thickness in my mouth, the
taste and smell of him and I love the feeling of the muscles at the root
starting to tense. Confusingly, my mind is full of images of him kissing me
full on the mouth while feeding me this beautiful manhood - both at the same
time! - I want to swallow him up with everything I have.

Cool air wafts between my sticky buttocks, reminding me of my
reward-to-come, and I start to get more and more excited -  I would dearly,
dearly, love him to come in my mouth but I want him inside me so much more!


++++Part 8 - Jemima Receives her Just Desserts.


At last the order comes to stop and I reluctantly release his prick from my
mouth and start the awkward process of turning round again. I scramble into
position until I am kneeling before him on the edge of the bed.

Still with the taste of his prick in my mouth, I push my behind right up and
out towards him and press my face into the smooth bedcovering. I am so
worked up now that I am actually trembling with anticipation - here on my
knees, bottom aching for him, I know that  my master is not going to be
gentle...

Sure enough, my hips are grabbed from behind -  my stockinged knees slide
easily over the pink coverlet - and I am pulled straight back towards his
waiting prick - I am suddenly grateful for  my unexpected extra lubrication
as my lover enters me forcefully, easily cleaving my anxious buttocks apart
with a single, masterful stroke and driving his whole length, tight and
snug, up into my unresisting anus.

I moan out his name out in sheer delight and the man inside me leans even
further forward, pressing his stomach into my bound wrists, pushing himself
right into me as far as he can go. I know he won't stop until he has totally
taken possession of me. My eyes close and I start to breathe deeply.

My backside is filled with him, my bottom crack wet and slippery with my own
sperm. I take him into me like a woman, arching my back as best I can,
pleased to once more feel the arousing prickle of his pubic hair up against
my hole. I tense my buttocks and grip the invading shaft, welcomingly
clasping the fullness of my lover's erection with my anus - trying to let
him know just how much I love him being inside me, love all that he is doing
to me, and that I never want him to stop, that I wished he could fuck me
forever...

I hear Steve give a huge groan of satisfaction and incredibly, I feel my
muscles, clenching helplessly round the stretching thickness, intimately
transmitting the vibrations through the entire insides of my body.

A brief pause to savour the wonderful feeling of penetration, then without
warning, my lover's pent up excitement explodes into action - firm,
muscular, thighs sheathed in rough canvas pound into the cheeks of my bottom
and I suddenly find that I am being energetically subjected to a full-on,
doggie-style fucking.

Instinctive, feminine, passions take over, I slide back and clumsily try to
meet his thrusts - giving myself up to his male need. He moves my hips with
his hands, teaching them the divine two-part rhythm of his lust. He retreats
and pumps into me, pulling me back onto his prick.. obediently I thrust back
against him (...uhH!...) taking him right into me, before he retreats...
again he pumps into me, pulling me back onto his prick...

It is incredibly erotic: for the second time tonight I feel helpless against
his rhythmic assault, the mattress creaks with each impact into me...
"uhH!"... and a grunt comes from my mouth.

(...uhh!...)  - I struggle uselessly to free my wrists, but there is
absolutely no escape - my stockings are falling down my sweaty thighs, my
nightie is a mere band of cloth round my sweaty waist -

"uhh" - his large hands reach round, cupping my bare titties -

"uHH!" - he is driving me wild, rubbing the clips against my skin -

"UHH please..." - pulling on my aching nipples  - I am going crazy, writhing
in his gloved hands, impaled on the shaft driving repeatedly inside me.

"UHH' - with each stroke inside me the cold metal of his zipper batters
against my backside; each fast, exciting movement between my buttocks
produces a distinct squelching sound - once more my face burns hot with
shame - and sweat trickles down my crack adding to the slick wetness ...

Looking in the mirror, through the hair falling over my face, I see, burning
itself into my erotic imagination, a scene from my deepest fantasies -
half-naked Jemima, delirious with pleasure, tied up, speared by a thick,
stiff cock and being ravaged from behind. By a gorgeous blond hunk. Hard.

(...ohyesohyes - UHH!...)  he is hitting my g-spot so hard each time, my
stomach feels weird, my knees weak like they will snap, my prick totally
stiff again, waving in the air beneath the arc of my stomach, unable to
satisfy itself...

"Please...' - this is the deepest and most intensely that he has ever fucked
me -  it doesn't really even feel like my Steve inside me! - and I know I am
head-over-heels in love with the handsome, blond man now powering into my
backside and making me moan like a girl at his touch...

THRUST - "uUH!..."; it's too much - I watch my shiny pink lips begging for
his prick, my shoulders quivering with each mighty slam into my rear,  my
prick bobbing frustratingly above the coverlet -

THRUST - (..uHH! - he MUST come soon...) - I can't take any more of this -
want him to explode up my arse fill me with his cream

THRUST - (...oh god! ...) Shown no mercy (...like his come-slut - fucking
you like his whore...)  my mind is overwhelmed, unable to think:

"...PLEASE!" I wail and suddenly everything is a blur of sensations:

...Steve's thighs piston wildly into my upthrust buttocks;

...the stiff column buried within me seems to swell even bigger and I moan
in pure delight, for I know what"s coming;

THRUSTing in me again, Steve shouts out, "AAHH..." - something he never
does...

...pounding into me: "YOU..."

THRUST!

...(...yesyesNOW...): "FUCKIN..."

THRUST!

..."BITCHH!!" - strong hands pull me back hard against his groin, onto a
vicious, driving, stroke that (..oofFF!..) knocks the breath from me and
forces his rampaging cock right into me up to the root.

Firmly pressed into his groin, I can actually feel the pulse and twitch of
the thick, slippery, organ wedged tightly between my bottom cheeks. My head
reels and I pant with sheer delight as my lover ejaculates powerfully into
my stretched, throbbing, anus, sending heavenly squirts of warm spunk
streaming wetly through my insides.

In a frenzy of lust and submission, I wriggle my bottom against his crotch,
cooing in outrageous appreciation of my new master's prowess... "oh god
yes... that's so good...".

My arms and wrists are aching, my shoulders start to collapse but I am
utterly overcome - almost mindless with pleasure - kneeling tied-up and
dripping with spunk, while my boyfriend finishes emptying his load between
my raised and welcoming buttocks.

We fall forward together onto the bed, him still sprawled across my back,
his weapon still tightly sheathed in my throbbing, battered rear.

I am annihilated, I can't even think. My lover's full weight pushes me into
the mattress. His chin rests near the top of  my head, his heavy breaths
vibrate through my body and it feels like very inch of our skin is touching.
Pressing into my backside, his hips shift slightly and I know the ultimate,
extraordinary intimacy of feeling him, still rock-hard and very erect,
embedded deep inside me.This thought sends my prick, trapped deliciously
beneath my tummy, into a tiny quivering spurt of release. I make a little
satisfied noise, feeling the slow warmth of orgasm spreading through me for
the second time tonight.


+++++Part 9 - The Exposing of Jemima


There was no going back from this. My desire to get Steve to open up to me
more had, in reality, resulted in me being brought face to face with some of
the deeper facets of my sexuality.

Although he had obviously known how much I needed to express myself by
playing a passive, feminine role in our lovemaking, Steve was now very much
aware of how powerfully I could react to being actively humiliated by him.
He had experienced first hand the incredible erotic depth-charge that had
exploded in me when being properly made to sexually submit to his will... I,
on the other hand, had found out that there were indeed strong hidden sides
to the man I called my lover.

The mutual discoveries we'd made this night were to have future
repercussions on our relationship, and in a way, influenced its eventual
end, but lying there beneath my lover, with the taste of his prick on my
lips, jewelled nipples sore against the bedclothes and aching bottom
overflowing with his semen, I knew only that I had effectively given my new
boyfriend the secret keys to Jemima's heart.

And now there was nothing I could do now to take them back...