
I woke up, regained awareness... whatever you want to call it... in my hotel room. Aware that I was on my knees, nude, arms at my side, back straight and head bowed forward. If I think about it now, there were flashes of memory, walking through the hotel lobby, the elevator, giving Her the key.
Her.
Oh, God, it was happening.
When she'd finally agreed to meet me, a little fantasy, a "what if" scenario that was never going to happen, began building in my mind. Hey, I'm a guy... we have fantasies. I made it through the month leading up to our dinner (in a public place, of course) without telling her about it... I didn't want to scare her, make her think my intentions were anything other than what I said: "I want to meet you... you seem like such a good person, you've given others so much, probably without realizing it, and I wanted the experience of meeting you." And they weren't... I really just wanted to meet this oh-so-talented and sweet lady. Allowing myself a little fantasy on the side doesn't hurt anythi...
...oh, God, I told her about it. As she was dropping me off at the hotel, I'd leaned over for a "it's-been-great-to-finally-meet-you-you're-a-sweetie- good-night" peck on the cheek... and she whispered, "it was nice to meet you, too... now... I need you to sleep for Lady Julia."
I remember hearing it and thinking... "yea, thanks for humoring me..." and smiling at her. At some point my head was on her lap, looking up at her... TELLING HER ABOUT THE FANTASY!!! Shit. Shit... shit... shit!
I know now that as I kneeled there that night, naked in the bedroom, the only reason I remembered what happened was because she wanted me to... to know that she knew, and that I was now experiencing the fantasy. At the time, I was just "there"... aware, knowing my secret was out.
Waiting.
Like I'd been told to.
I didn't lift my head and look around the room, the obvious "normal" reaction... I was told not to, only to listen. But to who? For what? My head was suddenly back in a fog... like it had lifted only long enough for me to put together enough thoughts to figure out She knew about the guilty pleasure I'd allowed myself for the last month month... listening to Her voice on my mp3 player, then letting the fantasy play itself out in my mind, always culminating in incredibly intense, deep breathed, writhing-on-the-bed orgas...
Shit, I'd told Her about those, too.
There was no sound in the fog. I was motionless. Because I was supposed to be. And it was alright... somehow through the fog, the inability to put together more than flashes of thought, I knew everything would be alright... I was told at some point that I was "comfortable." So I was.
"Hmmm... you are sooo very pleasing."
Her. Any muscle in my body that wasn't already rigid snapped into place, creating a man, on his knees, alive like never before, skin tingling, mind locking onto Her voice. The only thing that mattered right now.
"So... I wonder what happens when a fantasy becomes reality?", she said softly. I knew she was above me, seated on the bed. I didn't open my eyes. I didn't look up. I hadn't been told to.
"Judging by the looks of things, reality is just as arousing as your little dreams about me." She giggled. I'd heard it a hundred times before, but now She was in the same room. God, it was so erotic... just a giggle.
The coolness of a drop of pre-cum rolling down my cock brought my attention to the object of her comments. I was rock hard. Throbbing. Aching. I hadn't even realized it, I was so focused on Her voice.
More than hearing Her voice. Obeying Her voice.
"Very aroused and, I'll bet, veeeery obedient.. my my... you're such a good boy."
A deep moan, as my body flexed internally, but externally stayed firm and motionless.
"Mmmmm... that's right. I do so like it when you show me your obedience... and you ARE feeling very obedient, aren't you?"
Yes, ma'am." I don't know if I said it, or just thought it. It didn't matter.
To an observer, nothing was happening in the room. Yet everything was happening so fast. The fog was suddenly clearing again, my senses collapsing into a singular desire. My mind didn't see, hear, smell, think... there was neither time nor need for the formalities of the senses... it simply became a vacumn, needing to be filled. Now, please now... Desire, lust, passion... these words don't come close to describing how I needed Her voice. It was all that mattered. Just for this time.
Just for this time... oh God, please... while there is time... I need Her voice.
To hear Her was to obey. And the more obedient you become, the more pleasure you feel... and the more pleasure you feel, the deeper you go. And the deeper you go, the more obedient you become.
I didn't think these thoughts. They were just there. They were my mind, my being. And apparently, my body as well.
I needed to hear Her. God, my entire body ached now.
"I want you to stand up, get on the bed, and lie on your back." I remember now there wasn't the anticipation one might expect, being told to crawl onto the bed with one's Mistress. It was a simple command, and I simply obeyed. I did not anticipate.
I am obedient. I obey. So simple. So perfect.
"Yes, ma'am." I did as I was told. My eyes were closed. I had not been told to open them. I laid down on my back, flat on the bed, there were no pillows, not that I cared.
"That was a wonderful little story you told me in the car. I was a little upset about where it might be going at first, but once I heard the ending... well, even a Lady has a mischevious side. Shall we see how it ends now that I'm telling the story?"
Again, a giggle.
"Yes, ma'am." My body, my mind... they were nothing except what She told me they were. And She told me they were Hers. "I" didn't matter... Her voice became my thoughts... I was simply an extension of Her. Her thoughts. Her desires. Her pleasures.
Her.
Every sensory fiber in my body was tensed, focused entirely on Her voice... every breath, every inflection.
Every command.
Another giggle, a little sigh... "mmmm... you know every knob on the control box is at 10, don't you?"
"Yes, ma'am..."
"To be honest, I am very impressed with your obedience.... I have some devoted "fans" for lack of a better word, but I think you are soooo very much where I envision putting a man's mind and body when I make my little trances. So in a nice sort of way, we're about to fulfill both our fantasies.... you are suuuch a goood boy."
Arrrrrrrgh.... I moaned... my vocal cords were silent. My body, my BEING, moaned... and She heard it. She leaned over, Her fingernails, the soft tips of Her fingers brushed across my face, down my neck and across my chest. Somehow I know it happened that way, but all I remember is sheer pleasure. Sheer obedience. They are the same.
She whispered in my ear, "I want you to listen closely..." I felt her breath, and the fog closed back in.
"...and now you understand your place. With me, with yourself, with the world."
Again the fog cleared and the desire, the need to obey, to please... it was all there, even more intense, if that was possible. It wasn't a thought process... it was just there... obey, please, surrender. Not thoughts... Truths.
"Hmmmm... very good. I am so pleased."She was lying next to me now, propped up on one elbow. Clothed? I have no fucking idea. It didn't matter. I was filled with need... I neeeeed... I neeeeddd!!!!!... I neeeee.... what did She tell me.... God, I neeeeeeed...
Her soft lips touched my cheek, and formed a word... then another sensation, as a single red fingernail pressed down on the base of my cock.
"Release."
Her finger pressed down on my cock as it surged beneath Her, semen pumping, spraying, splattering all over me. The depth and intensity of the orgasm was crushing, pounding, demanding, exhausting...
I couldn't have cared less.
I felt what I needed to... every part of my being now centered on my manhood, pumping, driving... driving my will out of my body and into her hand.
Her Hands. I was in Her Hands.
I can only describe the experience, the orgasm, the completeness of surrender, with one word...
Pure.
Pure pleasure, pure mindlessness, pure obedience, pure desire.
Pure thought, pure recognition. Pure understanding.
Pure peace. Pure happiness.
With myself. With the world.
With Lady Julia.
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I think of Her often... of course we've never seen each other again.
If we ever did.
I keep thinking it might have all been a dream... after all, if I can't remember everything, did anything happen? Why am I typing emails to a friend, a woman in Tennessee, that I met somewhere, that whispered something in my ear...? At least I think she did. I did, after all, say this was a fantasy. I don't know what she said, so did She? I mean, did we meet? We did, I think. Fantasy or reality... she whispered something... so that's real, right? It had to be real... it was important.
It was Important.
To Her.
Anyway... that's the story. The phone's ringing... I gotta go. I hardly answer the damn thing anymore... sometimes when I answer, it's... someone... I get off on some long conversation with... someone... and lose an entire afternoon or evening.
It drives me nuts... I'll just pick up the phone... and ... it's a woman.
And She giggles.
That's all I remember.
It's all I need to remember.
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* Lady Julia's note: One of my very sweet friends wrote this short story for me last fall (can't believe I am so far behind with all my online activities that it's taken me til now to publish this). I was thinking about him earlier today and this story drifted into my mind. I'm hoping, good boy that he is, that he still reads my thoughts and that he will feel a degree of excitement to see his words here. You are a good boy, aren't you, J? ;)Labels: Short Story