You want to get hands on

Jordan asked you out on a climbing date, decided to break off a longtime relationship on your counsel, stripped naked for you, and made no complaint when you touched her abs and muscles to give her feedback on her body . It's beginning to sink in that this woman - total tomboy she is - really will do anything you ask.

A member of the Cult of Tomboy shall provide the Master Trainer unhindered access to her body, so they may share in her glory together

Her glory. You marvel at Jordan's fit, muscular body. She's giving this private showing just for you. Just for her Master Tomboy.

You've had dreams like this before. And Jordan seems nothing if not willing. Unhindered access....

You experimentally reach out and brush your fingers across Jordan's abs again. She stands by impassively, simply. watching.

"So it's all right if I touch you... anywhere?" you ask, tentatively.

Jordan offers a quick, encouraging nod. "Go for it. It's all yours."

Hesitantly, you slide your hands up the sides of Jordan's midriff till you brush up against the undersides of her incredible tits. Their soft weight tempts you, calls for you. "And this... this is okay?"

Jordan blushes. "Uh. Yeah."

You swallow, carefully running your fingers along the outer edge of her breasts without daring move further in. ".... can I touch them?"

"You... want to touch my boobs?"

You answer with an apologetic look.

Jordan is surprised, and a little conflicted, but she tamps down on her doubts and answers confidently. "I mean - whatever you need, Marshal. Go for it."

You don't need a second invitation. You glide up over Jordan's breasts, and weigh her chest in your hands. Your heart hhammers in your head as you bounce her jugs to get a feel for them. Each one is good and heavy in your palms.

Jordan shivers involuntarily at the contact. You curse your cold hands, but she didn't ask you to stop.

You place your hands more purposefully over the front of her boobs, and test her flesh with your fingers. Your fingers sink deeply into them with barely a touch. Her body is wonderfully plush and soft.

You grope Jordan's chest for a while, amazed. Jordan stands stiffly at first, her expression uncertain and uncomfortable, but as you continue squeezing and manipulating her chest, she begins relaxing again. Soon, she's no longer a passive observer, standing still while you feel her up - she leans forward into your touch, as if to make sure you're copping the best feel of her breasts possible.

"So you uh... really think I should be proud of these things?" she asks, flustered by your interest. "They're okay? They're not too much?"

"They're perfect," you say, loving the feel of her stiffening nipples under your thumbs.

"Jesus. Perfect? Really?" asks Jordan, red in the face now - you said her body was perfect before, but this time she actually takes in your feed back.

While she struggles to wrap her mind around your words, Jordan meekly folds her hands behind her back so she can wholly surrender herself to you for inspection. Her breathing grows ragged as you massage her breasts and tug and pull on her stiff nipples.

Her reactions are too enticing. Unable to help yourself, you pressure Jordan, walking her backward, till she bumps into the locker wall. When she's got nowhere else to go, you lean into her chest and lick one of her stiff, fleshy nipples, before you switch to the other and swirl your tongue around her hot areola.

Oh god this is what you need - big tomboy boobs in your mouth.

Jordan goes breathless, her face very red now. "Marshal, what, uh, not to second guess you or anything, but uh... is this all for you? Or is there a point or..."

Vaguely, you recall some of the Code, and lift off her boobs. Are you coming on too strong? "I thought... doesn't it say I should share in your glory?" You realize you're taking advantage of the situation, and Jordan. "Sorry, is this too much? This is too much. I'm sorry, I just - I'm getting carried away."

Jordan sees your insecurity and rushes to reassure you. "Oh no no, yeah, you're all good, you're in bounds," she says, grabbing your shirt to keep you from backing away too far. "Unhindered access is unhindered access. You're the Master Trainer. I'm the trainee. I'm not complaining, really, I'm taking notes, just... I mean I never really thought much about this part. Like, the uh... the sexual part."

The sexual part? Your cock throbs. "Is there a sexual part?"

"I mean, yeah, but it makes sense," Jordan assures you. "If you have feedback about my sexual health or... what I'm doing with that... I mean that's up to you."

"Sex is up to me?"

"Well. Sexuality, in general, but... I'm open to whatever feedback you've got," encourages Jordan, flustered. "So... whatever you need from me. Like if I'm doing something wrong, or there's something I could be doing better - I need to know, don't I?" she asks. "I take care of myself, but I admit this kind of thing..." she motions vaguely between the two of you "... isn't the side of myself I really uh... you know, pay attention to."

That's a shame. Because this is a side of Jordan you're really interested in learning more about. But... what if that's the point?

"Jordan," you say, "is your sexuality something you want to pay more attention to?"

With Jordan naked and you pinning her back against a cold bank of gym lockers, it's a provocative question to ask. But to be honest, you're feeling provactive.

"Damn. Well. That's a question," says Jordan, conflcited. "I mean. Before today I would've said no, easy, but..." she notes how you're in her space, your body language and positioning subtly limiting her options for movement "... then we got talking and you started touching me... and I don't know what I want anymore, or what I should want. But... I know I'm in good hands. So. Whatever you've got for me, I'll try and keep an open mind."

Encountering you has pulled Jordan so far off the beaten path, she's lost. And since she's a Tomboy... so long as you're with her, rather than make up her own mind, you're the lighthouse she'll look to for direction.

It's messed up. How easy would it be to **** the trust she's placed in you? At this critical moment, rather than stand up for herself, Jordan's instead handing the choice - and responsibility - of what happens next, to you.