P04E10

I was perplexed. How far ahead of me was this girl running?

“What if I told you to drink your own pee, or something like that?”

She froze in a reflex, the instinct of disgust gripping her. But it only lasted a second. Then she bowed her head and whispered: “If that is what you want me to do, when it provides pleasure to you to make me do such a thing, I will do it. I don’t know yet if I will be able to conquer the disgust, but deep in my heart, I want to change, so that when you want me to adore it, a glass of it becomes an exquisite deliciousness to me, and to be thankful to you for allowing me to drink it in a cocktail with Prosecco. “

“Oh, I don’t know. It isn’t really my thing, I think. “

“I am happy to hear that. But I am also happy to hear whatever else it is, that you think disgusts me. “

I thought for a second, then I said: “Pee doesn’t arouse me as a drink. But I could see it as a part of a bathing ritual, as a lotion, maybe even a perfume. It can make your entire body smell of it.”

“And I will smell of it when I’m with you, Jason. But you will allow me to wash it off when I’m leaving you, right? “

“Of course not. I will make you sit in class, reeking of piss.”

She froze for a second before she realized I was making a joke. We laughed together.

My dick was buried deep inside her, but I still held it perfectly still. My body was tormented with lust, and screaming to my brain that we should really start the fuck now. All her body signals indicated that she felt exactly the same. She was heaving heavily, expecting me to start any second. Yet I held back. I felt great in this moment, and I never wanted it to end. Delaying the thrust even further seemed a great idea in my vicious mind. I needed to restrain myself from thrusting into her. I needed another subject. My mind raced, then came up with: “So, does it hurt? “

“What… My ass? “

“Yes? “

“Of course it hurts. I don’t even understand how you can ask the question. It was your point to hurt me, wasn’t it?”

”Of course. Because I needed to take that right from you, because you needed to give me the consent to inflict it upon you. But how does it feel now? How are you handling it?”

“I just experienced it, when I waited for you. I suppose the pain isn’t even very bad, though it really hurt at first. But it quickly subsided. Maybe it didn’t really diminish, but the body gets used to it. And it changed the state of my mind. “

“How? “

“I think I entered some kind of hyperconscious condition. Everything was clearer, and it was easier to relax. The pain was bad, but the anticipation of you coming to me was better. Then I realized you deliberately kept me waiting to experience this very feeling, and it made me very humble. I concentrated on the pain again, and it had changed. The source of it was still in my arse, but it radiated through my body. I can’t put it any other way. I felt it in my legs, my arms, my chest, my… pussy. In my ass, it was a throbbing, heavy pain, coming in bursts… but elsewhere, more like it tingle.”

“And suddenly it didn’t feel bad at all anymore?

“Of course it did. Geez man, you should take a whipping yourself someday. It hurts – it hurts a lot. But there is something else. When the waves hit my pussy, and my super-conscious mind fought to process the fire in my ass, it added a layer. Something I don’t really know how to tell you… like a filter, no, an amplifier. I realized how you played me, how you made me wait for you, how you knew what it would do to me. Because I became ****, Jason. I was **** for you to come to me and give me the single most important thing that I wanted to have in my life right now: you, inside me, thrusting me, and guiding me to the release I longed for so much. I realized the beauty of my own predicament. Here I was, pining for a man who was… playing me, on his fingertips, who might not even choose to come to me at all if he thought that was a cool play. I wanted to masturbate, and I had great trouble to restrain myself from grabbing my pussy… because I didn’t think that was what you would want me to do. “

I shook my head: “It isn’t.. Now that you have begun giving yourself to me, your pussy is the first thing you lose control over. It is the first place on your body, which is completely mine, and it is me who decides how it is used. “

She nodded, without any protest, maybe even with a hint of comfort: “I suspected as much. It feels… weird, to even consider it. But it is what I want you to have. It is yours, Jason. You can do whatever you want with it. “

I rewarded her with three lazy thrusts of my cock, then held still again, and said: “Very well. If it is mine now, I will make rules for it. And the first rule is, you can’t touch it yourself anymore.”

She swallowed, but her voice was confident when she replied: “I understand. I won’t play myself anymore, I will leave it all for you.”