You’re aroused now, but languid - will it happen, won’t it? It isn’t up to you, and it doesn’t matter. Wrapped in another towel and lifted, carried out of the bathroom into the cool of the hall and the warmth of the bedroom, lying down on black sheets, crisp from the laundry, tucked in covered, face down.
Hands on your shoulders, slick with cream, rubbing steadily, deeply into the muscles, neck and temples, scalp and cheeks, then down your arm to your hands, rubbing the palm, coating each finger, then back and across your shoulders to do the other side just as steadily, just as completely, then up and down your back, slowly, slowly, and up over your ass, nothing missed, spreading your cheeks, into your anus and vagina too, very thorough, very businesslike, no moaning is permitted, no squirming accepted.
Strong hands kneading, moving down one thigh, steadily, slowly, strong hands kneading soft skin and firm muscle, down your calf to each foot, just a little ticklish but still no room for squirming from a good girl. Back up, over your ass again and this time your vagina is positively soaked. Spreading it, rubbing it, inside and out, little clit standing hard and your hips can’t help moving though that isn’t allowed either, and the hands move down your other thigh to do your other foot.
Then we turn you over and back up, around the front of your hips and over your belly, up your ribcage to your breasts, first one, then the other but not the nipples, no not the nipples, though they’re standing rigid now, begging for attention. Only after both breast are smooth and creamy and well rubbed do they get their turn, rubbed and tweaked but still not enough, not nearly enough, and they are aching, bursting for attention as the hands slide up to do your collarbone, your neck, your throat, your chin, your cheeks.
And now we’re done, languid, squirmy, time for sleep, no more touching for tonight, but naughty girls will sometimes touch although they’re not allowed and so the collar is buckled on, the cuffs locked to it to keep you good, ankles together, chain run down to the ring at the foot of the bed, covers pulled up and tucked in to keep you safe, kissed on the cheek and a parting smile and whispered words, and then lights out sleep tight, tomorrow is another day. Rinse and repeat and repeat and repeat.
Part Two
Yeah I know you. I know everything about you, everything that matters. No I don’t know the details, but the details don’t concern me. I don’t know what you do but I know you’re good at it. I don’t know your name, but I know it’s a name that counts. I don’t know where you are but I know where you’re going, and that’s up. Fast. You’re top of your class, top of your program, top of everything you turn your hand to, and nobody ever sees your secret doubts. You’ve got style and taste and everybody wants to be seen with you, though really they have no idea who you really are. And right now you’re wondering how I know all this and it’s very simple. You’re reading this and this is part two.
So there are a million copies of this book out there, and a million women have picked it up. And most of those who’ve read part one just don’t get it and they’ve already put it down, and of those who get it most can’t take it, can’t deal, find it too strange, too scary, too intense and they have put it down too. And the largest group of all just hasn’t bought this book, because good girls don’t read books like this, do they?
But you’re here, you get it, and though it’s very much new and even slightly scary it isn’t too intense, no not at all. You want more, you’re eager for more, you can feel the need for more in every nerve in your body. And we already know you’re not a good girl. No, you’re a woman and the feelings in your body right now are anything but girlish, though this part so far is pristine clean, nothing here to shock your mom or break your so-styled image.
But what matters here isn’t what’s said but what’s about to be said, and you know about that, just like I know about you, and that’s why you feel that tension in your belly now, that anticipation. You understand what’s happening here, and you want it. You want it intense, you need it that way and it arouses you so much to think that you just might get it that you can’t think about anything else but what we’re going to do in part two. We’ve begun now, and though you don’t know how far I’m going to take you, you know you need to find out. Look at the door, wherever you are, look at the door and realize that you’ve come through it, you have, quite deliberately, turned the page, chosen this road, started the journey. And it takes a certain kind of woman to take this little challenge you didn’t know you were taking when you picked up my words. It takes a rare kind of woman.
And that’s how I know you, because I understand the kind of woman you are. You’re smart enough that you’ve yet to meet a situation you couldn’t handle, you’re driven enough that you’re used to coming out on top. You’re accustomed to being in control, and your problem isn’t finding a man, it’s finding a man to meet your standards. And that’s exactly why you’re reading this right now - alone with me in your bed, on your couch, with time to spare, time to share what we’re going to share, just you and me and our little exploration, our secret journey into the untrespassed sanctity of your secret inner world. And secret is the word, honey. This isn’t the kind of book you read in the park, on the train, or in the lounge by the airport gate. This is the kind of book you read in private with one hand, and it’s the kind that’s going to stay in your mind long, long after you’re finished, after we’re finished. I can make you only one promise honey, at the distance in time and space that separates you and me right now, and that is that you’re never, ever going to forget what you’re experiencing here, and you’re going to spend your nights dreaming about it, dreaming about me, dreaming about us. So make sure you’ve closed that door behind you, honey, make sure we won’t be disturbed, because I have plans for you. The journey has begun.
Yeah, you already know what’s happening here, or at least you think you do - and the difference between you and all the others is - you’re still reading. They can’t handle what this interaction is going to be and you can. Or at least you think you can. Or at least you can’t say no to the challenge, and that takes a woman with all the qualities I just listed. So yeah, I know you. You can’t say ‘No’, to challenges, can you? It isn’t in your nature. Your instincts just react like that, make you try to get the upper hand in any situation, in school, in work, in life and oh yes with men, especially with men
Yeah, I haven’t seen your face, haven’t seen your body but I know the way men look at you, turn to watch you walk by, every one of them so eager to get close to you, do you favours, give you presents, touch you briefly on the hand. They want to do it just in case that makes you like them more, refusing to believe they haven’t got a chance. You know what they want, and that makes it so easy to get what you want from them. You don’t even have to manipulate them, though I know you’re good at that too. Yes, you’re good at games like tease-and-leave, good at maybe-later, good at look-but-never-touch.
Men are toys for you, so much fun to play with Christmas morning, but by New Year’s Day you’re bored and they’re broken, tossed aside, forgotten for the next one. And maybe you should feel guilty about all the hearts you’ve shattered but the hard part is just getting them to give it up so you can just move on. And like I said, you’re not a girl, not anymore, you’re a woman, and it should come as no surprise you’re getting bored with toys, correct me if I’m wrong. Yeah, you get what you want from them but you don’t get what you need, that’s something else entirely. You need to be challenged and that’s exactly why I made this challenge. I know you can’t say 'No' to it, and so the only word I'll take from you is "Yes", and "Yes", and "YES!"
And yes, your breath is starting to come faster, because you know I have what you need. What you need is where I’m taking you, on this secret journey to the dark side of your mind. Think about that for a moment, and think about your body. Think about why your lips are dry, why your heart is beating faster, why your crotch is getting damp. We still haven’t shocked your mom here, honey. But you know what’s going t
o happen, just like I know you. You know I’m going to take you just the way I want to and you know you can’t say ‘No'. Not to me you can’t, you couldn’t if you tried, though because you are who you are you’ll try anyway, just to see if I let you get away with it.
So I’m not going to let you get away with it, honey. We already established that back in part one. “Yes” is your word, your only word, between these sheets, between you and I. “Yes” is your word, and you’re going to say it now, say “Yes” for me. And you can’t help but say it.
“Yes”, silently, subvocally, barely parting your luscious lips but still moving them. Moving them because you have to, to make this as real as it can be. Moving them because I want you to, and because you want so much to be mine.
“Yes.”
And yes, I know you. I know exactly where you are right now, in your mind, in your body. I might as well be watching you, watching you read this, watching this start to turn you on. That excites you, doesn’t it? Excites you and scares you too, and you can feel me right there, can’t you? You can feel me in the room, feel my eyes on you, focused on you, reading your thoughts before you think them. You can’t help but wonder where I’m watching from, and though you know it’s impossible you still feel it, still feel me there. And you can’t help but look around the room to see where I am.
Go ahead, look around, check the door you closed behind us. You can’t see me, but guess what? I am watching you, right here, right now, as I write this, as you read it. I can see you, oh so clearly, see your breasts, soft and firm and tempting, see your legs, your thighs, your round, inviting ass. I can see your lips, already parted, watch you lick them. You’re proud of your body, but it makes you shy to know I’m watching. You want me to like it. I can see your eyes, see them flutter, see the shyness that you haven’t felt in years. You’re a woman but being watched like this makes you feel like a girl again, brings that rush to your stomach.
Remember your first crush? Remember the long nights, wondering, dreaming, wishing? Does he like me? Does he want me? I can see the little tremors in your throat, in your hands, I can hear the catch in your breathing. It turns you on to know I see you and you want me to be turned on by the thought of seeing you naked. And yes, honey, I’m going to see you naked because you’re going to strip for me, you’re going to show me everything, one piece at a time. And you’re going to make it good, make it slow, make it sexy for me, yes you are.
So say it for me “Yes, yes, YES!” You know what I like to hear.
“Yes,” and we’ll release your body, free your flesh from its confinement.
“Please,” and we’ll release your soul, turn you into purified sex.
Say it. “Yes please, let me strip for you.” Nobody’s watching but me honey, that’s why I had you close the door.
“Yes please, let me show you everything.”
Nobody’s going to know what you’re doing here, honey, nobody but you and I. So take your top off, slowly, slowly. Do it, before you read another word. Do it now. Right now.
Good girl, so sexy. Now get your tits out, firm and full Are your nipples hard yet? Not as hard as they’re going to be. Do you wear a bra? Let’s get that off too, reach up, snap the clasp, shrug it off. That’s what I like to see. You have such lovely tits, honey. Show them off for me, hold them up, offer them, rub them, rub them hard, squeeze them. Remember last time? Remember how they felt, remember how you felt, squeezing them for me, pinching your taut, tight nipples, holding them up for me?
Let me tell you about your breasts, honey. They’re beautiful, womanly, and they’re so much you. I don’t care if they’re big or small, what matters is they’re warm and soft and curved and ripe. So stick them out, show them off, prove you’re a woman, show them to me, shake them, wiggle them, make me want them. Oh yes oh yes, feel them move when you breathe, deeper now, and faster. Feel them ache for my hands. Your breasts are meant for my hands. Imagine for me now, imagine sitting on a pillow on the floor, leaning back against the luscious couch, leaning back between my legs, snuggled back with my hands on your breasts from behind, rigid nipples sticking out between my fingers. That feels good, feels intimate, feels warm and safe and close and right. It feels right because it is right, because that’s the way it’s meant to be.
You’re the woman, I’m the man, and my hands belong on your body. That’s the connection, our connection, our little private secret. You offer it and I accept it, simply, naturally, as easy and refreshing as cool water on a hot summer day.
And there’s still nothing here that would shock your closest friends, though now you might not choose to share with Mom. But your friends aren’t here and Mom is a long way away and right now it’s just you and me, and what I want and what you need. And I don’t want your tits anymore, honey, I want your ass. I want to feel it, firm and round and swelling. I want your belly, so smooth and rounded. I want your long, firm thighs, honey, so get your clothes off, get the rest of them gone, pants off, skirt hits the floor.
What kind of panties do you wear? No, don’t answer that because I don’t care. Underwear is a highway sign, interesting only because it tells you how close you are to where you want to be. So get rid of them too, honey, if you had any on to start with. Panties off, and are you wet beneath them?
Slide your hand down to find out, and of course you are, you’ve been wet since we started part two. You’ve been wet since you picked up this book. You’ve been thinking about it constantly, if you’ve even managed to put it down, it’s been in your brain, in your mind. Every time you go through a door you go through our door, every time you see something written you’re reminded of these words. It makes it hard to concentrate, doesn’t it, honey? It makes it hard to get your work done when all you can think about is what I’m going to do with you next. Go on, ask for what’s next. Say “Please,” you naughty little girl, all wet and naked and so turned on.
“Please.”
“Please,” comes automatically now doesn’t it? “Please” slips so easily from your lips. “Please, take me, please fuck me, please use me.” Say it honey, say it right now.
“Please, take me, please fuck me, please use me.” And now you’re going to show me just how much you need it. “Please, take me, please fuck me, please use me.”
Now stand up, legs apart, stick your ass out, stick your tits forward, lips parted, make it good. Do it, really do it, honey, because it’s what I want you to do. Stand up, legs apart, present yourself while you read. And you know what you’re asking for here, don’t you honey? You’re asking for my arousal. You’re on display now, showing it off for me, showing me that yes, you are a woman, yes you are my woman and yes, yes, yes you are going to give it all to me.
You’re saying, “See what you do to me, see what I’ll do for you.”
You’re saying, “See what’s yours, take what’s yours.”
Yeah, you want me to want you, you need me to want you, and honey you’re getting your wish because right now there’s nothing in the world I want more than you, and the only reason I’m not fucking you already, not slamming it into you so hard you think the world will end, is because I want to string it out, make it last. I want to see, want to know, want to feel just how much you’re mine. Legs wider now honey, do it for me, feel the moisture on your cunt. Legs wider, ass out further, tits out further, and it’s getting difficult to read, isn’t it? Just a little awkward here, and you can’t believe you’re doing this, but you’re doing it, spreading yourself, posing for me, this man you’ve never met. Not met yet, anyway. Yet. There’s promise in that word. Does that excite you honey, the thought that maybe one day our journey will bring us together?
That’s up to you and it may be true, but it’s also a question for tomorrow because what matters right now is legs wider, bent right over, ass right up. Bend way, way over, feel the stretch, feel yourself open up. Can you still feel my eyes on you, honey? Legs wider still, do it, do it now, and you’d better find something to brace against or you�
�re going to fall right over. And we can't have that, can we honey, because then you couldn’t read, could you? And we very much want you to savour every word, every moment, every breath, every heartbeat of your time with me. So get yourself in position on your bed, over your desk, against a table, anywhere, I don’t care. What I care about is legs straight, legs spread, ass up, bent right over with your eyes locked on this book and your cunt throbbing and juicy and now it’s opening for me, all by itself. Arch your back, you know the way, make it good, make it hot, make me want it. Do it, fucking do it.
Fuck that’s hot, honey. And now just think about how you look. Think about my eyes on you, drinking it in, narrow waist and flaring hips, breasts pointed at the floor by your tight and rigid nipples, your graceful slender neck, your soft hair and your ass, oh yes, oh yes, it’s all about your ass, upturned and inviting, spread and vulnerable and offered up like ripe fruit. Feel my eyes on it, on your swollen cunt, on your stiff little clit, rigid now, peeking out from its cover, eager, oh so eager to be touched, rubbed, pulled, pinched. Imagine the effect on me, how that talks straight to the back of my brain, straight to my cock. You need my words, but what I need from you is pure body language, pure female sexual invitation, pure ass wiggling, cunt spreading, wet, musky, eager desire. You need my words, but what I need is your sounds, your moans, your groans, your desperate, pleading screams of sexual need.
You know what I need so talk body language to me, honey, ask for it with your ass. Make it say “I need you to fuck me.”
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