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By Mr Mistique
I had been living with Karen for 3 years, and loved her dearly. She was
kind, sexy, and very good fun to be around. Our sex life was generally
very good, but she was also a staunch feminist so sex always had to be
100% on her terms. Whilst I knew that she loved me, because of this
feminist streak she would never put herself in a position that she
deemed to be submissive, therefore sex always had to be with her in
control, and only when she totally felt like it. Otherwise, she would
be, in her own words, 'subjugated my male sexual needs'.
We used to argue about this a great deal, and I would plead with her
often when she flatly refused to indulge me because to do so would
reduce her to the position of a mere sexual object. I would say that I
needed sex a lot more often than she did, and she didn't understand
that often no matter how much I loved and respected her I couldn't
control the urges to fuck, but I only had these urges because I loved
her so much in the first place.
She often laughed and teased me that men were the weaker sex and I
should try to focus on our long term emotional needs rather than just
my short term sexual ones, and in reply I would say that she didn't
understand my biological imperative. Men were biologically driven to
crave the visual and physical sensations of sex and was part of the
process of love. I explained that my need was not to dominate her, but
to give her pleasure.
Sometimes she might go further and say something like 'If you loved me,
you would not want to talk me into sex when I don't feel like it. I
have my own freewill. I'm an independent person and I'm not here to
attend to your exclusive needs. Just because your the man and I'm the
woman doesn't mean that I have to do the wifey roll-over-for-England
routine'. She could drive me demented sometimes, and yet that was all
part of our love for each other; we were slowly driving each other
crazy because she failed to understand that regardless of mental
ideology, there was a biological imperative in all male / female
relationships.
Sometimes you can't always be equal, as biology can play's own hand. I
couldn't help the way I was, in the same way that she couldn't help the
way she was, and we should have embraced that fact and let it
strengthen what we had. But sometimes, it got out of control - she
would play power games by leaving me for weeks on end because she
'didn't feel the need to be dominated just for my pleasure' despite the
fact that she would wander around the house half naked and drive me
crazy in the process.
One night things got a bit out of control. I had come home from a
business function to find her in the bathroom, getting ready to go to
bed. As I entered I could see her cute, pantied, behind, shake
beautifully as she brushed her teeth. Her body really was breathtaking,
and in this decidedly natural pose she really turned me on.
As she brushed I crept up behind her and gently kissed her neck, and my
hands moved to cup her wonderful breasts that jiggled gently to the
rhythm of her electric toothbrush. I saw her smile in the mirror, and
as she bent down to wash out her mouth, I cheekily jabbed my erection
into that cosy cleft in her buttocks.
She turned, kissed me gently on the cheek, before drifting off towards
our bedroom.
Suddenly aroused, I had a very quick shower, and then tucked myself up
besides her naked body, my hands gradually drifting towards her soft,
milky thighs under the duvet.
'Simon, I know it's been a while but I really want a good sleep
tonight' was her firm response.
I snuggled closer to her, and moved my hands further up until they
cupped her soft breasts.
'I know, but your messing with my mind. I'm fit to burst and your
gorgeous. How about it'
'You know the way I feel about things. I'm not here to provide a
service to you. Its my body and I'm not in the mood.'
'But'
'But nothing, you know my rules and it's not the time'
By this time my cock was working overtime, billions of sperm were
swelling in my balls and I could feel the dull ache in my stomach. I
could smell her perfume, and feel her smooth skin under my fingertips.
She was gorgeous and I wanted her. What could possibly be wrong with
that?
I moved closer and attempted to nibble her ear.
'I've told you. You'll just have to demonstrate some self-control. I'm
really not up for it'
With that my mind snapped. Sometimes, no matter how much I loved her
she could be so fucking frustrating to be with.
'I'm just a normal red blooded male' I retorted, 'You don't tell a
shark not to bite people, or a bee not to sting. Its what my body is
telling me I have to do. That I love you so much that I want to
experience your body'
'You and your poor penis, I feel sorry for your needs. But what about
my needs?'
'What are your needs?'
'Right now my need is to go to sleep, to control my body, and to make
sure that I retain my freewill'
'Oh for Christ's sake Karen. You might actually enjoy it, I'm not
asking you to walk on hot coals'
'That's not the point, it's the fact that you're asking rather than
waiting to be invited' she snapped back.
'How long to you think I can wait? I'm only human, I really only ask
you to see things from my point of view sometimes. The world is not all
black and white. You can't control every aspect of it'
'Your just weak' she goaded. 'But I'll tell you what; you go without
for another week and I promise that I'll give you a month of sex on
demand if all you want is some submissive little wifey to stick your
thing into at will. Yes. Maybe I will submit, but you have to earn that
right. You'll have to prove to me that its worth making that sacrifice
for'.
'You're crazy. You really have no idea what you're asking'
'Yes I do. Every day women are asked to prove something for their men.
The world is full of those controlling predators who convince you that
you don't love them if you won't swallow their spunk, or if you won't
take it up the ass, or won't consent to a threesome with your best
friend. It's just control, pure and simple. That's what all men are
into'
'You know its not like that ... I have never ... I wouldn't'
'It's all the same Simon. Men are weak. A woman can control what she
can and can't do, but you're all too weak to have any freewill. It's
just try, try, try, fuck, fuck, fuck'
'You really don't have any notion of what you are talking about. You
really piss me off when you start on this control stuff'
'Then prove me wrong. All I ask for is a week of your life'
'As I said you don't know what you are asking for'
'As I said. Weak, weak, weak'
I exploded, she was really pissing me off. 'You should try looking
through my eyes once in a while, seeing things from my perspective, all
I am trying to do is express my love. Your beautiful, you turn me on, I
love you and I want to fuck you. Your body does things to me, and in
turn I want to do things to your body'
'As I said; no control. A week, that all I am asking for. I bet you
that you can't last a week'
I grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her body to face me.
'Ok its a bet. I'll give you a week, but so help me I wish I could
switch the odds in my favour. You really have no idea what your asking
for'
As I said this I was shaking with anger and I could feel my fingers
digging into her shoulder like they were pushing through melted butter.
It was as if her skin, her bone, and the very fibres of her body were
dissolving at the pressure of my touch, and I pushed my hand further
until it felt as if it had entered her. After losing my hand and
forearm into this warm mass, I could feel the rest of me being slowly
drawn into her as well; as if our two bodies were melting and fusing
together into one homogenous mass of tissue.
This was weird.
For what seemed like a long time, both our bodies swam around each
other in a constant molten state until I began to slowly emerge from
the other side of her.
As I rolled out on the opposite side of the bed to the one I had been
on, I put my arm out in front of me to check where it had appeared to
go into Karen's shoulder. To my amazement my arm now appeared to be
thin, hairless, and delicate, and topped by a tiny hand with long
delicate fingers.
'What the fuck?'
I instantly panicked, and as I surveyed this strange sight, Karen
rolled semi-consciously towards me and I was confronted with my own
face staring back at me.
'What?'
At that I blacked out, too tired and too afraid to question anything
further, but as I slept my head was filled with the most wonderful
sensual thoughts of soft lovely breasts, and beautiful smooth skin.
I dreamed that Karen and I had merged, and that we had subsequently
emerged from each other as our opposite number. Me in the beautiful,
sensual, hairless body of Karen, and she in the muscular, stressed and
decidedly hairy body of my own. Despite my confusion, I recall getting
up to pee in the night, and although firmly on 'autopilot' I distinctly
remembered sitting down in a highly confused matter as if I could not
remember how to control my bladder, or any of my bodily functions, at
all.
Surely my mind was playing tricks on me?
Part 2
I could sense frustration in the air as I awoke beside Karen the
following morning. Recalling the confusion of the night before I moved
to face her as she lay on her back beside me, but was confronted
instead with the view of myself lying flat on my back with a huge tent
in the duvet around my middle. As I observed this I recalled what a
rewarding feeling it was to wake in the morning with the blood coursing
through your dick, and remembered the willpower it took not to
overpower that beautiful, fleshy, soft person that lay besides you. But
I knew that today it was Karen that was experiencing that feeling, and
I glanced down at my own crotch to see merely a thin landing strip of
blond bush and little else, save the merest hint of a faint split
underneath.
Oh my God. As I looked into her eyes, I knew exactly what she was
feeling as she slept. It was what I had often felt, that sublime
feeling of satisfaction an eager, throbbing penis gives you as you
sleep. After several minutes she sensed that I was looking at her and
finally awoke; looking at me half confused, half desperate. As her
consciousness returned she remembered what had happened the night
before and instantly looked down, aware as she did that she had not, as
perhaps she had thought, simply dreamed the fact that we had switched
bodies. She was now a 29 year old man with a strong muscular features,
and a ten inch morning flagpole rousing her from her slumber. Amazed
she lay there running her hand down her flat chest, and admired the
width of her strong shoulders before sneaking a peek at the sleek
erection that grew out of her groin.
'Oh fuck' was all she could muster 'That fucking stupid bet'
I smiled at her.
'Yes, that fucking stupid bet. Lets hope that it is only a week
otherwise I am going to have some real personal issues. I had to get up
to pee in the night and I didn't even know what I had to pee through.
It really spooked me out'.
She looked at me, confused to be looking directly at her own face, and
then as if to distract her from the reality that she was effectively
talking to herself she jokingly grabbed her penis between her thumb and
forefinger and announced 'this thing doesn't come with instructions but
I think I can work it out ... but I guess it has to go down a bit
first'
I laughed. 'You catch on quick! But whatever happened even if its only
for the short term were stuck with it; and all because of that stupid
bet'
'I guess that someone decided that I had to see things from the other
side, so I guess its me that's going to have to exercise the will power
this week. It shouldn't be too hard. You men are weak but I'm woman, I
can handle it'
'Well this week, it looks like your the man and I'm the woman so lets
see who can handle what. Personally, you might think you have the
willpower but anything you program your brain to do will be overridden
by your new friend here'
'I'm not that pathetic'
'Believe me Karen, let's get to the end of the week and see exactly
who's pathetic'
'I don't believe that something as stupid as a cock will take over my
life'
'You sure?'
As I said this as I shot her a coy look and peeled the duvet down my
beautifully smooth legs until it rested on my delicate ankles. As I did
Karen could not keep her eyes off me, and I could see her scanning down
my soft inviting skin, and taking in my gorgeous ample breasts before
resting her line of vision on my exquisitely trimmed bush which
provided a beautifully inviting triangle of intrigue. As I followed her
eyes down to my most intimate area even I couldn't resist giving it a
quick hard rub with the palm of my hand; it looked so cute and smooth
and inviting. As I did I could already sense the longing in her breath,
and in that instant I already knew that I was going to get all the
control that I needed, that her brain, her penis, was already
desperately telling her to forget the deal and screw the hell out of
me. Eager to up the already high stakes I gently pulled back the duvet
that covered her, and wrapped my tiny fist around the shaft of her
bulging penis.
'It looks and feels good doesn't it?'
Karen moaned in quiet surprise as I pulled her slick foreskin back over
that sensitive purple head.
'Now before we start are you sure you can handle this mind over matter
thing?' I continued. 'The deal was easy to strike when you were in my
body. But now ... now I know what is going through your mind. I know
what you feel. I can see with your eyes, and I know what this is doing
to you.'
I moved closer to her, still gently pistoning her angry cock, and
whispered in her ear 'I bet you can even smell the scent of my pussy
from here, and I bet its already turning your brain to mush. You want
to fuck me don't you? You want to plunge that thing into my tiny hole
and kneed these soft breasts with your rough hands. Don't you?
She seemed shocked by the hold I already had over her and pulled the
duvet back up, slapping the back of my hand with her strong wrist as
she did.
'A deal is a deal' Karen replied 'and nothing you can do will change
that. It feels nice, but all men are weak and it takes more than a
quick wank to get me to lose my self-control'.
'Oh I haven't started yet. That hand felt good but you can't even
imagine how this cute little mouth will make you feel'
'Like I said, all men are weak and I can control myself'
I stopped my pistoning momentarily, but held her skin back tight. She
may have believed that, but despite what she was last night, a man is a
man and a cock is a cock, and Karen was going to have to find out the
'hard' way what a beautiful woman can do to your brain. I could already
see the frustration in her face, and could sense the tension in her
system as her blood pulsed through my fist. I was a naked gorgeous girl
in her bed and no man could resist that, even if temporarily that man
was Karen.
I laughed at the thought of her being turned on and stretched my hands
over my head. As I did I looked down over this beautiful body that I
was inhabiting, and I warm feeling swept through my system. It was time
to up the stakes. I was either going to get Karen to prove that the
deal was impossible or put her into a mental asylum trying.
From where I lay I could see the sun streaming through the open bedroom
window, creating a warm glow in the room. Shifting my gaze slightly I
could also see our images in the floor-to-ceiling mirrored wardrobe
doors that faced our bed. It was then that an idea clicked into my
head. Suddenly I felt like I was the director in my own personal porn
film as I instantly conceived the ultimate fantasy that would break the
deal before it had even started. In just a few carefully choreographed
moves I knew I could make it impossible for Karen to resist me.
With a wry smile on my face I got up and walked naked to the foot of
the bed. Knowing instinctively where Karen's line of vision would be I
carefully positioned my upright body between the open window and the
mirrored glass and then calmly bent down to pick up a pair of panties I
remembered she had dropped the night before. On the floor in front of
me I could see the tiny scrap of black lace and elastic but pretended
that I couldn't find what I was looking for. And as I stood there, bent
over with my soft rounded ass pointing in her direction, and gravity
pulling my lovely tits towards the floor, I could feel Karen's eyes
burning into me, and I swear I could almost feel the heat generated by
her throbbing member.
Knowing that I had now got the full attention of her and her penis, I
eased ever so slightly closer to the window and rose onto the balls of
my feet; forcing my smooth inviting ass to jut further out. At the same
time I slowly moved my legs further apart until I knew that the
sunlight was shining directly through that wonderfully private and
empty space between my legs, revealing just a bright glimpse of my
smooth pussy lips and a cute little strip of blond bush. I looked up at
the mirror in front of me and I could see Karen's head instinctively
moving to get the perfect look at the illuminated gap between my legs,
and I stood there motionless still pretending to look for those elusive
panties. When I twisted my torso I could see the front view of my flat
stomach and trim pussy in the mirror, and imagined what Karen was
seeing from behind. The thought of it turned me on, and as the sunlight
highlighted just the hint of a slit in the otherwise empty space
between my legs I felt like wiggling my cute little ass as an
invitation to touch, but I knew that I had already done enough. I could
sense that her brain was already going into melt down, and her penis
was forcing her brain to fantasise about that minute bulge of pussy
lips she could see, and the faint yet inviting strip of bush shining in
the morning light. By now her penis was screaming 'Fuck her, fuck her,
fuck her' as it pumped all the blood her body could find into that one
vital spot.
After several moments, I made some muffled exclamation and got back up;
waving my panties over my head as if I had found some vital piece of
treasure on the floor.
My male brain knew what Karen was thinking and feeling I slowly turned
to her and smiled.
'Still sure you don't want to back out?'
She just sat there staring at me.
'I know how your feeling. I really don't mind helping you out if you
have a little problem' I tittered licking my lips suggestively
'Although from here it looks to be more than a little problem'.
At that she put her hand over her crotch.
I sensed she was in real pain. I knew that right now all she wanted to
do was bent me back over in front of the mirror and breathe in that
powerful pussy aroma before burying her face deep in my cute bush, and
then taking me from behind before dumping the biggest load of sperm she
would ever generate into my tight slippery hole. She was lost, Mr Penis
had already taken possession of her brain, and she was loosing her bet
fast.
Unfazed I continued to stare at her and then absent-mindedly bent down
to slide her lovely thong panties up my legs. She was transfixed as the
delicate black lace slid slowly up my beautiful hairless legs, and up
over my lovely milky thighs, until it got to my smooth almost hairless
crotch. As she watched in near amazement I pulled the thin elastic high
up over my rounded hips forcing the tiny gusset tight against my skin
until she could see the clear outline of my pussy lips in tight black
silk.
At that I shot her another suggestive look and I swear she was finally
loosing control. She might believe in mind over matter, but she had
never had a penis before and, as I knew to my cost in the past, mind
over matter is simply no use at all when you've got a cock loaded to
the gunnels about to go off messily in your lap.
A look of anger swept across her face as she leapt out of bed and ran
across to the bathroom, her already leaky erection bouncing angrily
with every step she took.
And that is where she stayed for a good ten minutes. As I lay on the
bed gently tweaking my nipples and admiring the way my lovely pussy
became almost invisible behind my tiny panties, I could visualise the
sad angry figure of Karen - cock in hand desperately milking every last
drop of sperm she could muster as the images of the last ten minutes of
her life shot through her brain. Sure she could try to get relief, but
I knew that no matter how hard she pulled, or how much she came,
nothing would make up for the desperate aching need that would remain.
She could release all the fluid she could find, but that desperate
aching need to plunge herself into my body, and submit to sensations
that only I could give her would remain. I knew this to be a fact
because it was that same desperate aching need that I had experienced
more than once in recent history.
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