"Now, baby," she said softly, "you're where you belong, kneeling before me, worshipping at my feet, paying homage to the woman who before this night is over will own you, body and soul."Now, baby," she said softly, "you're where you belong, kneeling before me, worshipping at my feet, paying homage to the woman who before this night is over will own you, body and soul. Now is when your training starts, baby. And I will start by teaching you what it will cost you every time you try to rebel against my authority. For your first lesson, you will get a taste of my feminine superiority by giving me the 'kiss of submission'." I barely heard her words. I was writhing in agony from her grip on my fist and the way she had my arm bent back over my shoulder, and my head was swimming. Dimly I was aware that she had stepped forward, straddling my body with her long slim legs, and then her free hand gripped my hair and forced my head back so that I was looking up under her short skirt into the kinky bush of her womanhood. I gasped as, through the pain, I realized what she was about to make me do, and inwardly I cringed, my stomach curdling at the thought. Suddenly the pressure on my fist was released and my hand freed to drop and hang lifelessly at my side, my entire arm numbed from the pain she had inflicted on it, and she was moving forward again, this time to lock her thighs around my neck and force me backward and off balance. I felt a sharp pain in both my ankles and realized that she had trapped them between the heel and instep of her high heeled boots. I was completely helpless as my face, with my head now held in both her hands, was slowly and inexorably forced up into her bush. The next several minutes were sickening, as she vigorously massaged herself with my face, ramming my nose and mouth into the suddenly swollen lips of her womanhood. I could hear her gasp and moan with pleasure, and then the womansmell of her desire enveloped me. I tried to raise my useless right hand to resist, but the prickling sensations in my arm told me it was only just beginning to come back to life. My left arm was wrapped around her right thigh, straining vainly to relieve the pressure on my neck, but she ignored it and continued her ritual masturbation with my face. |