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Ms. Rebecca Initiates a Candid Discussion
"I'm so glad you came over tonight Stevie," Rebecca said as she sat
opposite me on another couch, a large glass of white wine in her hand.
She was wearing a long, tight skirt and a pair of black, four-inch
pumps. The back of her skirt had a long slit that revealed her amazing
legs and the black pumps she was wearing revealed just the hint of her
toes which were painted with dark red nail polish. Her top was made of
a thin, white silk that was tight against her breasts, barely
containing her ample bosom and revealing the lacy top of her off-white
bra that was clearly visible just under the neckline of her top.
I smiled and nodded my agreement as I enjoyed my wine and gazed once
more on the incredible beauty of my college roommate's incredible wife.
Rebecca was the absolute most amazing woman I had ever known, and I had
always felt lucky that she would allow me to be her friend and hang out
with her when we were all attending TCU in Fort Worth. She was an
English Literature major, but one with a world-class mind that easily
bested the occasional assistant professor or graduate student who
thought her an easy intellectual target who would be easily humbled by
their keen intellects only to watch in utter disbelief as she easily
took any side of any argument and within minutes had her adversary
mumbling incoherently.
As if the world-class intellect wasn't enough, Rebecca James was
perhaps the most beautiful woman I had ever met, exuding a raw
sexuality and energy that was electric and made her stand-out against
the crowd all the more. In the six years since I had last seen her she
had become an even sexier, more mature version of her younger self that
with her heavy, full breasts giving her a 38 DD or larger cup size,
but unlike most women with the classic curves of an hourglass figure,
her ass was full and round. She had let her blond hair naturally
darken some and had changed to a more professional hair style that only
enhanced her femininity.
Rebecca looked at me and smiled. "This feels right. It feels like
something that has been missing and now has returned," she said.
"It's almost surreal sitting here with you again," I told her as I
enjoyed some of my wine. "Almost like those times when Mark was in the
library studying, except your place is much, much nicer than my little
one-room apartment."
"It does feel like that a little, doesn't it? Like the last few years
were just a dream and now we have all woke-up," she said as she got up
and crossed the living room floor to where I was sitting and sat down
next to me on the couch, once more picking up her old habit of seeing
how nervous she could make me by just barely touching me.
I laughed nervously and looked down at my feet for courage.
"Yes, it does," I stammered quietly. "And I even feel afraid and
excited, just the way I would feel when you visited me. Afraid you
would sit close to me and I would become overwhelmed by simply being so
close to you that I would have a panic attack and you would think I was
a weirdo. And excited that you might let me be near you," I confessed
good-naturedly.
"Your nervous baby?" she asked as she slowly rose from where she was
sitting opposite me. "And afraid?"
"Um, yes, I guess," I answered. "A little I guess."
She walked slowly over to where she had told me to sit and smiled
seductively as she did, until she finally stood directly in front of
me, towering over me. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at
me, staring into my eyes and when I nervously looked away she took a
hand and placed it under my chin so she could guide my head back so she
could stare into my soul. After a few moments of nervously meeting her
stare and trying to stay still and not panic, she finally sat down next
to me.
"Aw my poor baby," she said as her fingers slowly teased and danced
across my bare thigh, bare due to my wearing the tennis shorts she had
told me she would prefer me to wear when inviting me to visit her home
earlier in the week. She laughed seductively as I twitched from her
touch and took her hands and folded them both in her lap as she crossed
her legs and in doing so covered part of my left side with her crossed
left leg. I focused on trying to take deep, even breaths and tried as
much as I could not to tremble too obviously.
"Perhaps things might finally be looking up for little Stevie," she
said as she absently leaned toward me, covering even more of my left
side. She moved her head beside me and as she moved her lips behind my
head, up my neck, and finally by my face she blew her warm breath into
my ear, causing me to whimper softly and squirm ever so slightly.
Laughing quietly, she reached her left hand back over me and began to
once more lightly tease my thighs with her fingers, her nails sculpted
to perfection and painted deep red. "Perhaps things may be getting
better for you baby."
"Really?" I asked hopefully as I felt myself begin to grow hard and
tried in vain to adjust my position so she might not notice, but the
way she had leaned over me and was teasing my legs with her finger tips
there was nothing I could do to hide my growing shame from her sight.
"It's a possibility," she answered as she reached her head back to kiss
and lightly nibble the back of my neck. I whimpered with the intense
pleasure and absent mindedly pushed my hips up slightly, making my now
fully erect organ stand out lewdly.
"But until things do turn in your favor, you had better behave you
eager, needy boy," she said as she lightly slapped at the tent in my
shorts. I whimpered slightly before trying to adjust my emotions which
were running away with me.
"Um, yes Ma'am," I said respectfully.
"Oh goodie," she said, clapping her hands with excitement. "I'm so
glad to see you are still so respectful and that you know your place in
our friendship. I love it when you use 'yes Ma'am' or 'no Ma'am' as
needed. It is a sweet way of recognizing my being your better, of you
being my inferior, don't you agree?"
"Yes Ma'am," I answered dutifully. "I do agree with you. Absolutely."
"I always enjoyed spending time with you Stevie," she said. "And on
some level I sensed what you were long before I knew it for a fact or
even understood it."
"Um, what do you mean?" I managed to ask her.
"Oh, please Stevie," she said laughing. "Don't try to pretend not to
understand. We've been through too much together for that kind of
silliness. And besides, it will interfere with our plans for the
evening and then maybe with our plans for you."
I sat rigidly still and pretended to be fascinated with sipping my wine
which I drank much too fast and made her laugh once more.
She smiled and stood to refill my glass, teasing me with the pure
sexuality of her hips swinging slightly as she walked, and then making
sure to cross her legs just to tease me some more. "Remember all those
times we would sit and talk while I waited for Mark to return from the
law library? I loved that I could be such a prick tease and make you
so excited and needy, and that Mark not only didn't mind it if I teased
you, he even encouraged it."
"He did?" I asked, genuinely surprised by this news. I knew Mark was
never going to be jealous of me, and I had always hoped for some kind
of miracle that would let me be with her even in the smallest of ways.
And just as I knew Mark would never be jealous of someone like me, I
knew I was not nearly manly enough for Rebecca to ever risk Mark's
love. Still, I hoped he knew that I would never betray his friendship
by doing anything vulgar or disrespectful in those times Rebecca would
visit with me while Mark was away studying.
"He did, he did indeed my little beta boy," she said, making me blush
as she used one of her pet names from years ago to humiliate and
embarrass me just as she had done years before when she made-up the
nicknames that would both humiliate and excite me to be called by her.
"Oh, you are so cute, Stevie. Still so ashamed of what you are and yet
you become excited when I humiliate you by using a nickname that
betrays what you are deep inside."
I was absolutely overwhelmed, and I sat frozen with no idea of what to
say or how to react to what she was doing and saying to me. Those old
feelings began to build as she exerted her dominance over me and in so
doing made me feel deliciously submissive and helpless and weak. Her
humiliation only built my growing sexual need and I could see a small
wet spot forming at the tent in my shorts.
"You are becoming excited," she said seductively. "I can see that
little pole in your shorts trying to stand-up straight for me, but it's
not big enough to really do much for me, Stevie," she said in such a
matter-of-fact manner it felt like a slap across my face as her
belittling my size stung my ego and in such a way that only someone
actively dominating the conversation and making me feel submissive and
compliant could do.
"But don't worry baby," she said using a kind, soothing tone of voice.
"Your size isn't what makes you interesting to Mark and me. It's
something else about you that has us interested in you and what you
are."
"Um, thank You Ma'am," I said, unsure what else I could say.
"You know, Mark and I were both aware of how devoted you were to us,"
she continued. "We knew you loved us both and we obviously understood
you were submissive and submitted to us to a degree, however, at the
time neither of us had explored the D/s lifestyle in any depth and so
we were uniformed about what you needed and what you truly were, or
are, I meant to say."
I blushed and felt that stirring that the humiliation and embarrassment
of being submissive made me feel. The sexual excitement that
humiliation and embarrassment caused me to feel and how the way I
responded to it was in itself all the more humiliating and embarrassing
for me.
"We love you dearly and we know you love and adore us," she said. "And
as Mark and I began to talk about you and your submissive nature, we
found ourselves admitting that in a way we had always known about you
and in our own way we occasionally enjoyed having you submit to our
wishes for you."
I could only nod silently, not really sure where Rebecca was leading
the conversation.
"You knew we were doing that, didn't you Stevie?" she asked, crossing
her legs to heighten my excitement and knowing that crossing her legs
would make me squirm.
"Um, I'm not sure, not really, " I managed to stammer.
"Oh Stevie," she laughed. "Don't get shy on me. You know damn well
that sometimes Mark and I pushed you around and made you wait on us.
We enjoyed seeing how excited it would make you and how you would
simply suffer without mentioning how what we would do to you sometimes
affected you."
"I remember some nights when you told me to wait on the two of you and
I was your waiter while you watched a movie," I admitted finally.
Rebecca laughed. "I remember those nights too," she said. "And if I
remember correctly, Mark told you to be our 'waitress.' Not our waiter
Stevie, our waitress."
"Yes, I remember," I said quietly. "He called me your waitress."
"I remember one of those nights in particular," she said, teasing me
with her voice. "Do you remember the one I'm thinking about Stevie?"
"Um, I'm, I'm not sure," I stammered.
"Oh, really? Not sure?"
"No, Ma'am," I answered, lying in the hope my complete humiliation
might be avoided and yet so sexually excited and turned on by the
humiliation she had already triggered I craved her in the same pathetic
manner I feared her and her power over me.
"Well let me refresh your memory beta boy," she told me. "Mark had you
waiting on us and being our personal servant as we watched the first
movie that night. When you were not fetching something we wanted Mark
told you to stand against the wall with your hands up and folded above
your waist, and when we wanted something you would get us a fresh drink
or empty and clean Mark's ashtray after lighting his cigarette. Do you
remember now, Stevie?"
"Um, Yes Ma'am," I answered truthfully, becoming more and more aroused
and sexually excited with each passing moment. The wet spot on my
shorts was growing in size. "Yes Ma'am, I remember."
"Mark told me he had picked up an adult video he wanted to watch with
you, but that I would remain his waitress and do what he told me to do
while the two of you enjoyed the movie," I said, my voice shaking and
stuttering as I spoke.
"Yes, that is exactly right," she said happily. "And what happened
next Stevie?"
"Um, Mark told me I could watch but I was not to speak and not to
move," I answered with growing need.
"Um, yes" she answered, her lust evident in her voice. "Go on. What
happened next Stevie?"
"Um, when he started the movie, he reached up under your shirt and
eventually took your bra off and then he whispered something in your
ear and you slipped off your jeans too, leaving you in just a tee-shirt
and pair of black lace panties."
"Oh fuck," Rebecca said. "It was so fucking hot, having you obediently
waiting to serve us and watching as Mark teased me while we watched
porn together."
"And finally, you took out Mark's cock and began licking and sucking on
him and before you swallowed him completely you looked up at me and
smiled. You sucked him for a good ten minutes until he finally came in
your mouth and you held his cum in your mouth and opened it so he could
see you had saved it," I added.
"Yes, Mark loves to have me hold his cum until he gives me permission
to swallow and that night he did just that. And when he told me to
swallow I heard you moan," she said.
"Yes," I admitted. "It was so sexy. I felt so excited at being under
Mark's control while you two enjoyed each other."
"And then Mark sent you to your bedroom, locking you in for good
measure, and then the two of us fucked all night," she said smiling.
"How did that make you feel Stevie? Being sent to bed and having to
hear Mark fuck me all night while you were denied any sexual pleasure
except of course the pleasure of jerking off while listening to us.
Did that make you excited Stevie?"
"Yes, it was terribly exciting," I admitted freely. "Believe it or
not, even though I only got to play with myself and was not included
sexually, it was the best sex I have ever had."
"Really?" she asked. "It was that exciting for you?"
"Oh yes Ma'am," I answered. "It was amazing."
"The next morning, when Mark let you out of your room and told you to
make us all coffee after you cleaned yourself up, that was when he told
me all about you and what you are," she said. "That was when I first
learned about submissive males, and the thrill you get when you are
humiliated and emasculated in front of others."
"I, um, well I wasn't sure you both knew," I said. "Even with
everything Mark had me do and how you used to tease me. I denied it
somehow even though I always obeyed you both and never denied either of
you anything.
"Well, that is the truth of it Stevie," Rebecca said, leaning forward
and looking intently serious. "And that, in a long-winding kind of
way, brings us to where we are today."
Nadine
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