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Brandon Stokley had grown up pretty rough. He never met his father and his mother, being a commercial pilot, was rarely home. He learned early on to be self sufficient and independent, but had never completely learned to trust people. Throughout his grade school days he’d never started a fight, but never backed away from one. He always had served to stop bullying.



In high school he was more mature than others his age and had a hard time finding lasting friendships. Normally he’d hang around the same group for a month or two before spending more time with another clique. As it turned out this made him a perfect fit for army life because he had no trouble moving around, making new friends or leaving old friends behind. His 6ft 200 pound frame, flowing blonde hair and blue eyes made him popular enough with the girls while his athleticism, fearlessness and wild nature made him a leader on his sports teams, especially football.



By the time he was twenty four he had used the army to travel quite a bit. He lived in Germany for a year before deploying to Afghanistan as a medic, then reenlisted and PCS’d (Permanent Change of Station) to Ft. Lewis, Washington shortly before being deployed to Iraq.



Brandon’s outlook at first had been great for a career soldier, but after two tours he had seen much and began having trouble, mainly with alcohol. Brandon no longer wanted his life to revolve around the army or war. He had always gone to the bars and clubs with his friends on the weekends, but started drinking heavily by himself each week night. Usually Jack Daniels. And always straight up.



Brandon often thought about how fitting his current life was for his heritage, being almost completely Scandinavian with a little English he knew his ancestors long ago were most likely fearless, hard drinking vikings. Maybe this was why the army seemed to fit him so perfectly; With the exception of the myriad of bullshit rules, of course.



So, the drinking continued and his nonchalant approach to regulations caught up to him. A couple of months before he received an honorable discharge he had been late to formation due to staying up drinking all night, but instead of having woken up angry or nervous and in a hurry, he really didn’t care much and didn’t move any faster.



Brandon had become almost completely numb. Each morning he had a couple pulls of whiskey before work, a few more during lunch and then basically counted the hours until he could get home and finish off the bottle. Almost no time was devoted to thinking about what he would do after he got out of the army. The only thing that saved him was the fact that he was almost out and his leadership, who loved him for the things he’d done in Iraq, didn’t see any point in punishing a guy with one foot out the door.



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The first day after getting out of the army he started thinking about where he was going to go. He’d elected to stay in Olympia, WA until his contract on his apartment expired, which was only one more month and with the money he had saved from his deployments he had no financial worries.



For the next few weeks he sat at his desktop, drank and looked at colleges before deciding to attend Portland Community College. Since he had no idea what he was interested in studying he figured taking some classes while working a part time job would be a pretty good idea. Now, with a week left on his contract he was heading down to Portland to meet with a potential roommate named Alyssa. Her profile on the roommate finder website included a picture that was too small to really see and it was only a face shot so Brandon figured she most likely wasn’t much to look at. Still, she said she liked to cook, but was always at work or doing paperwork at home. Since Brandon wasn’t much of a talker it seemed to him a busy roommate would be the best idea.



He’d messaged her and basically set up a meeting without getting to know her at all. She had agreed and didn’t really ask him any other questions. It seemed to him that she needed a roommate as bad as he needed a room.



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Brandon walked into the Starbucks in Gresham, OR, which is a suburb of Portland and also the location where Alyssa’s apartment actually was. It was exactly 6pm so he was right on time, which he was thankful for since he wanted to make a good impression. Scanning the seating area he saw only one red haired girl and approached her. She stood up and he noticed her picture was very deceiving.



“Alyssa?” He asked cautiously.



“Yea, h-hi.” She stammered, slightly taken back by how much bigger and stronger he looked in person.



Brandon shook her hand and looked her straight in the eye, but his mind was completely on her small but proportionate body. She in fact had a 5’3″ frame that supported 38C breasts and a nice, firm bubble ass. To make things worse she was wearing a black skirt and a white blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the top of a black lace bra and those luscious breasts of hers. He immediately started pitching a tent so he wasted no time in sitting down.



Brandon started. “Nice to meet you. You look very good. You’re picture left a lot to the imagination so I didn’t expect to…uh, sorry. Nevermind.”



“Haha it’s fine. I didn’t expect someone so…big.” She replied with a small, flirtatious smile.



“Well, anyway, I don’t have a job right now, but like I said online I can pay the first three months up front. I have money saved up so I’m not too worried about that.” Brandon basically was on autopilot. He knew on the drive down what he’d need to say to get the apartment. The words flowed smoothly, but his mind was on Alyssa’s bright green eyes and sexy hourglass figure.



“Yea, that sounds good. I saw you were in the army?”



“Uh, yea. So I figure I’ll go to college and that will be paid for plus I will get a monthly stipend so once classes start I really won’t have any problems financially.” He said. He knew if she was comfortable with his financial situation he’d be a shoe-in.



“Yea, the GI Bill. So do you have any problems or anything? I mean you’re not struggling with anything, right?”



This was exactly where he didn’t want the conversation going. The truth was that Brandon took a pill to keep him from getting nightmares each night, though medical marijuana took it’s place once he got discharged and it did just as good of a job without the possible side effects of the prescription he’d had.



Still, the fact that he was always tense, jumpy and generally hated crowds or anyone touching him would be noticeable. He also got frequent headaches and was very irritable at times. However, like any good soldier he already had a back up plan. And considering how incredibly hot Alyssa was he had no problem employing it.



Brandon figured a little flirting was in order. Maybe make her think there was some sort of “connection.” It was all bullshit to him, but he had already noticed the look in her eye when he greeted her as well as the smile on her face when he complimented her. He figured it would probably be easy. Then all he’d have to worry about was not letting things get “complicated” before he had a chance to find a new place. It might be a bit underhanded, but although Brandon had an undying loyalty to his brothers in arms, he really had no regard for other people. In fact, since getting back from Iraq he began noticing he didn’t even have much regard for himself.



He put on a small smile, “Ha, no. I was a medic, but luckily didn’t have to do my job too much. Mostly just treated sprained ankles and carried people home from the bars. He joked, knowing he hadn’t told his lie very convincingly.



Alyssa gave a courteous laugh, but sensed the lie. For the next few minutes she continued to ask him questions about where he was from, what his family was like and what all he’d done in the army, but Brandon seemed to be evasive about everything. This made him seem mysterious, almost dangerous to Alyssa. That wasn’t usually her thing, but he also had a calm sadness in his eyes. She couldn’t help the thought that it was the look of a man who needed a good woman. And a big, dominant man at that.



Finally, Brandon was able to turn the questions onto her, asking what she did.



“Well, I graduated with a master’s in psychology and just got a job in a Portland office.” Alyssa replied happily, yet still wondering why Brandon was so secretive. She didn’t sense any type of danger. In fact he had perfect demeanor, good posture. He seemed like a perfect gentleman, but his past was obviously something he wasn’t coming to terms with.



“Great,” Brandon thought to himself. “A hundred people looking for roommates in Portland and you managed to find the only one that would psychoanalyze you while picking apart every lie and half truth. You’re a frickin genius, Brandon”



“Wow, congrats!” he said aloud. “What kind of psych? I mean what field or whatever do you work in?”



“Well, I am currently doing family psych because I like to help families stay together. Plus it’s a really good way to maybe help kids who feel like they are somehow different than their friends or that their families are different. I find it pretty fulfilling.”



“Jesus, Christ, Brandon. What the hell.” He thought. The irony was actually sort of comical and he had to stifle a small chuckle. He was from no prize family and began thinking it was time to cut his losses and head home before dark. Noticing Alyssa was only half done with her coffee and still had her entire bagel left to eat. It was time to just get up and high tail it, but right as he was about to stand up she spoke.



“Well, Brandon, um, I’m really sorry, but I have a lot of paperwork to do tonight.” She started. Brandon took in a large breath, half disappointed in driving all the way to Portland for a 5 minute interview that wasn’t going to pan out and half relieved he didn’t have to sit there with a woman prying into his thoughts all evening.



“Anyway, if you want to maybe come back and see the apartment I’d be glad to show it to you.”



All of a sudden Brandon felt the blood leave his face. His heart began pounding and a quick jolt of adrenaline flew through him. For the first time in a long time he actually felt like he cared about something. He actually felt like he was really alive and not just walking through life aimlessly.



“I know it’s only a couple of hours of a drive, but I have a couch if you want to just watch a movie or something and stay the night.” She continued, completely unsure of what she was saying but totally aware of why it was coming out of her mouth.



Brandon looked up in astonishment and met her eyes. Alyssa looked almost as nervous as he felt. She was biting her lower lip in anticipation and her big, round green eyes stared back with a look of hope mixed with anxiety. “Uh yea, sure. yea, I’ll just follow you there.” He struggled to get the words out.



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The entire drive to her apartment Alyssa could feel that she was getting wet. She earnestly wanted Brandon to move in with her, but at the same time didn’t want things to get messed up. Really, she hadn’t been laid in several months and she was starting to regret it because this strange yet captivating guy was beginning to drive her crazy.



Brandon likewise was somewhat conflicted. He wanted her bad and the hardon he got just thinking about her definitely wasn’t going away anytime soon. Still, what would happen if she wanted things to get serious? He didn’t figure he was a long term kind of guy. Either way, a room was all he needed. Even if it only worked for a couple of months. He could find another place instead of getting a place by himself and paying full rent.



They parked their cars and she showed him up to her third floor room. Brandon noticed that her hands were slightly shaking as she unlocked the door. This only served to make his hard shaft even harder, almost to the point that it was actually painful. Right as she opened the door and stepped in he reached down to adjust himself, but Alyssa caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and her stomach filled with butterflies. She wanted to get sex off her mind, but it was becoming impossible.



The next two minutes flew by for both of them. There wasn’t much to show. The living room, kitchen, bathroom were all clean and tidy. The room he would be in was to the right side at the end of the hallway. Alyssa’s room was at the very end of the hall straight ahead. Alyssa showed him his empty room and took a step in, but then turned back just as Brandon got in the doorway. As she stepped back out to the hallway her tits brushed across his arm. Brandon’s dick flexed in response and Alyssa felt it rub against her wrist. They each stopped and stood toe to toe.



“And that’s my room.” Alyssa said, pointing behind her with her thumb.



Brandon heard her voice quivering. It was too cute and it pushed him over the top. He scrambled for something to say, but failed to come up with anything. Without even thinking he grabbed her hips and slowly pulled her even closer, leaning in as he did. Alyssa leaned back momentarily, not sure if she could let things happen so fast, but she was helplessly aroused by him. She placed both her hands on his pecs and felt how firm and built they were. One look into his eyes and she instantly gave in, grabbing his shirt and pulling herself up to him.



As their lips met Brandon wrapped his arms around her back and then brought his right hand up to her cheek. They began stepping backwards in unison, pushing her door open and backing up all they way to the bed. Once she felt the foot of her bed on the back of her legs, Alyssa immediately sat down and got to work undoing brandon’s pants and pulling them down.



His throbbing member sprang out and excited her even more when she saw it was at least 7″ with a slight curve to the left. She looked up at him in astonishment as he stepped out of his pants. Although she never really gave head, Alyssa wanted Brandon to know she’d do anything for him, at least tonight. She wasted no time sliding his thick cock into her mouth.



Brandon unbuttoned his shirt and grabbed the back of her head, guiding it back and forth as he pumped his hips. He started getting into it a bit too much and shoved her head too far forward. Alyssa choked on his cock and with drool dripping from her lips she looked up, surprised at how far into her throat he’d been and she wasn’t even close to the base of his shaft. Brandon looked down to see her widening eyes.



She went back to sucking, enjoying the taste of his cock and fondling his balls, glad that he was nice and trim down there. By now he was too aroused and eventually reached down, picked her up and, placing a knee on the bed, laid her down softly. Alyssa put her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a sweet, slow kiss. Brandon brought his hands up to her breasts and began undoing her blouse.



Alyssa sat up to take it off and Brandon slid down, kissing her stomach on the way. He straddled her right leg as he laid back down on her and they began kissing softly and slowly again while he rubbed her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her panties. By the time he began massaging her soaked underwear Alyssa was already bucking her hips in anticipation. She spread her legs invitingly and although he usually liked to tease girls a bit he couldn’t resist.



Brandon pulled off her skirt and underwear and sucked on her clit for a bit before sliding one finger and then two into her vagina. He couldn’t believe how tight she was. A quiet moan escaped her lips followed by a whisper, “Brandon…”



Just as he looked up she cupped his cheeks in her hands, pulling him on top of her. They put their foreheads together as Alyssa grabbed his cock and guided it to her pussy. Brandon felt it and slowly rocked back and forth, penetrating her a bit more each time until finally his head broke all the way through.



Alyssa couldn’t believe how gentle he was being. She wrapped her arms all the way around him and held him close, moaning in his ear. Brandon continued to pump his thighs and upon feeling her getting her own hips into the action he started nibbling on her ear, tugging on the lobe. “Ooohhh my God, Brandon.” she whispered, unable to stop saying his name.



Brandon began humping faster and finally pushed himself up so he was kneeling in front of her. At first he wanted to watch his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, taking note of her landing stip shaved in her pubic hair. Alyssa sat up and watched it as well while she unhooked her bra and took it off. Their eyes met again and neither could look away.



He place his right thumb on her clit and began rubbing, then placed his finger in her mouth for her to lick. As soon as it was wet he began rubbing one nipple, then pinching it. “Oh yes.” She moaned louder this time and at that Brandon brought his head back down to begin licking and nibbling on her other nipple.



As soon as he did he felt Alyssa grab what hair of his that she could. They each began smashing their hips together faster and harder in perfect unison. “God, YES! BRANDON! OH FUCK YES, BRANDON” Alyssa was yelling as she began cumming all over his cock. She had never had anyone so deep inside her. It actually hurt a little, but felt so great at the same time. She’d never had such an orgasm in her life and was going completely crazy. She heard someone yelling “YES, FUCK ME! YES, BRANDON!” and almost couldn’t believe it was her own voice. As she began reaching the end of her orgasm she looked up and saw that Brandon’s eyes were looking right into hers. “Where do you want me to cum?” He whispered.



“Alyssa had only ever let a guy cum on her tits and stomach, but she wanted to do something special for him and before she knew it she heard herself say, “I want you in my mouth.” Brandon immediately pulled out and before he could even get his rock hard cock up to her face he began squirting a huge load all over her stomach, tits, chin and finally the last bit of it got in her mouth. Her first taste of cum.



She coughed a bit, but it didn’t stop her or even slow her down from sucking and pumping her hand up and down his cock as fast as possible in an attempt to get every drop out. “Oh holy shit, Alyssa.” He moaned as he leaned over her, hugging her head as she continued to gorge his dick.



Neither had had sex in some time and it didn’t take long, but both enjoyed it thoroughly, not to mention the underlying feelings. Alyssa delighted in the passionate sex with a mysterious, muscled soldier while Brandon steeled himself against thoughts about what Alyssa might think as she learned more about him.



When he finally went limp in her mouth Alyssa took her blouse and wiped his cum off her body and they laid there together, each replaying the past several minutes mentally. Neither knew what to say, but somehow the silence was perfect. Brandon wanted to make a quick joke like, “So…I got the room, right?” but all he could think about was her head on his chest, her hair on his face and the smell of her perfume.



Alyssa rubbed his chest with her hand and realized how perfectly safe and comfortable she felt in Brandon’s arms. She didn’t want to get up. She didn’t want to speak. She just wanted to lay there listening to his heartbeat. So they both just laid, cuddling, enjoying the feel of each others warm bodies next to each other.



After a few minutes Brandon looked down. Feeling him move Alyssa looked up as Brandon tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear. Neither spoke. They exchanged a look. A smile. A kiss. Alyssa, remembering it was Friday, checked to make sure her alarm was off and Brandon pulled the comforter up, covering each of them.



She laid her head back on his chest and he wrapped her back up in his arms. There was no where Alyssa would rather have been and for the first night in a long time Brandon didn’t need weed or alcohol to get to sleep. Neither knew what tomorrow would bring or how to define their relationship. but laying there, holding each other and falling asleep to the sound of the night’s first raindrops hitting the window was too perfect to interrupt with any thoughts of the future. There was only the here and now. Only Brandon. Only Alyssa.

It is doubtful what’s below would have much legal force; however it might have some emotional force for the two people involved. If there is sufficient interest, I may brew up a tale around this contract. – Starman



AGREEMENT



I. Preamble



1.This Agreement is reached between Jenni F, hereinafter referred to as Mistress, and john doe, hereinafter referred to as slave.



2.Mistress and slave concur that this agreement is reached in furtherance of Her happiness, comfort, convenience, pleasure and success, and in furtherance of his deep desire to serve and give all to the Mistress.



3.To ensure these goals are met, the Mistress and slave agree as follows.



II. Rights of the Mistress



1.The Mistress shall be entitled to the focused and joyful service of the slave at any time the slave is not occupied with gainful employment.



2.Service shall consist of errands, household chores, other tasks important to the Mistress, and personal service as dictated by the Mistress.



3.If service does not meet the Mistress’ standards, or if her feelings so dictate, she is entitled to utilize corporal punishment within the slave’s physical and emotional limits.



4.Personal service shall be such as the Mistress dictates, but shall in no circumstances go beyond Her dictates.



5.The Mistress is entitled to physical pleasure in the relationship, if her feelings so dictate. Her entitlement does not confer a reciprocal entitlement on the slave.



6.The Mistress is free to enjoy Her personal, social, and sexual life as before, with no obligation to the slave save discretion.



7.After two months of service, the Mistress shall review the slave’s conduct toward Her. She may at this time dismiss the slave or allow continued service as in the previous months throughout the term of this Agreement.



8.If She wishes, She may at this time or afterward impose upon the slave the further obligation of monogamy toward her, and may insist he remain completely faithful to Her throughout the remaining term of service. She may at this time also assume control of the slave’s masturbation, and at this time gains a right to place the slave in chastity should that suit Her purposes.



9.The Mistress shall prescribe such rituals of deference and subjugation as in Her mind reinforce Her control of the slave, and reinforce in the slave’s mind the bliss of serving Her.



III. Obligations of the slave



1.The slave shall serve the Mistress at any time she desires during which he is not occupied with gainful employment.



2.He shall perform chores, errands, tasks, and personal services to the exact specifications laid down by the Mistress, and at such times as She shall dictate.



3.He shall be subject to corporal punishment and other physical discipline as the Mistress deems fit, at any time She deems it fit.



4.Personal services by the slave shall go just as far and not one bit further than dictated by the Mistress.



5.The slave is not entitled to physical pleasure in the relationship. Any physical pleasure the slave does receive will be incidental to pleasure received by the Mistress.



6.The slave shall at all times act in enthusiastic support of the Mistress’ personal, social, sexual and occupational goals. He shall be deferential to her friends and lovers at any time he is called upon to interact with them. He will be friendly or submissive to the Mistress’ friends and lovers as the needs of the Mistress dictate.



7.When in premises occupied by the Mistress, the slave shall be nude, unless the Mistress dictates clothing or decorations for him to wear, or unless the presence of guests makes nudity or ritual dress impossible.



8.At the two-month review, the Mistress has the right to require the slave become monogamous toward her. This requirement if imposed does not in any way oblige the Mistress to a reciprocal commitment.



9.At the two-month review, the Mistress may also impose a regimen of chastity upon the slave. She is not obliged after this time to allow the slave release for reasons other than health. She may enforce the regimen with physical equipment as She desires or deems necessary.



IV. Obligations of the Mistress



1.The Mistress shall protect the slave. She will not interfere with his occupation or employment. She shall allow him sufficient time for rest so that he may serve Her effectively. She shall not push him beyond his physical and emotional limits in the interests either of discipline or Her pleasure. Specifically She shall determine a safe word for the slave’s use, if his physical or emotional limits are breached.



2.The Mistress shall protect the slave’s reputation in the community, and will exercise utmost discretion, especially outside the bounds of her residence.



3.The Mistress shall protect the slave’s health, and shall not impose requirements, whether relating to physical activities or to chastity that would endanger the slave’s health.



V. Term of the Agreement



1.Notwithstanding anything else in the Agreement, the Mistress remains free to dismiss the slave at any time for any reason, or for no reason at all. In particular this unlimited right applies to any changes in the Mistress’ life circumstances that would make it no longer useful to Her to possess the slave. The slave shall accept such dismissal with cheerful compliance.



2.The slave may seek the Mistress’ permission to dismiss the slave for cause. However, unless such permission is granted, or unless the Mistress dismisses the slave at Her own initiative, he shall be obliged to serve for six months from the signing of this Agreement.



3.This Agreement may be renewed or renegotiated by Mistress and slave, should both so desire, six months after its signing, or may if both so desire be continued in force for an additional six months. It shall be renewable or renegotiable at six month intervals going forward.



4.The two-month period in which the slave remains partially free in respect to his social and sexual life as described above in II. 7 – 8, and in III. 8 – 9, shall not apply during any renewal period of this Agreement. Service shall be complete for the entire period of each such six-month interval the relationship continues.



VI. Interpretation



1.If any disagreement should arise as to the interpretation of this Agreement, the Mistress shall listen thoughtfully to, and give due consideration to, the concerns of the slave. Nevertheless She retains sole right to interpret this Agreement, and Her decisions shall be final and cheerfully accepted as such by the slave.



VII. Signatures



1.In recognition of the great gift of Her Attention offered by the Mistress, the slave humbly agrees to these terms.



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2.In recognition and acceptance of the service so humbly offered by the slave, the Mistress agrees to these terms.



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You don’t think it’s weird?”



“No darling, of course I don’t.” Mimi smiled, kissing Sven’s temple. “I love doing this.”



Sven sighed and looked up at her. She giggled and he raised an eyebrow. “What?” he asked, “What’s so funny?”



“Don’t look so worried.” She chided him, “I was just thinking how pretty you looked like that, all pouty and puppy dog eyes.”



Sven blushed and Mimi giggled again.



“Stop it.” He whimpered, “I’m trying to be serious. I…I…I’m just so…I don’t get it. I don’t understand why I feel like this, why I want it.” He rolled over and placed his head in his palm, laying against the pillow, “But I know that when I get it, when you’re there, pushing against me and I’m trapped like that, I’m free and floating and it’s so, so, beautiful.” Sven sighed and Mimi put her hand on his shoulder.



“I know.” She nodded, kissing his hair. “I know, and I love it. And it’s beautiful and brave and you needn’t be scared, not with me. Not ever. Don’t feel like you can’t ask me anything because I’ll find it too weird or not weird enough or lacking in any way. I want you to be happy and comfortable and safe.” she hesitated and lay down next to him, her fingers meeting his in the half light, “There’s nothing more important than feeling safe.” She ran her hand up over his chest, curling her fingers around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “I want to take everything away and give you everything that you need. Never forget that.” She said.



Sven breathed out heavily, his face stunned in the pale light, ” You know I never thought I would find this. I thought that I’d end up alone, I really did. Who wants a guy like me?” He raised his hand to Mimi’s arm and brushed it absent mindedly, “Mimi, I never thought…I’d find you. And it’s so perfect.” he leant over her and planted tiny kisses over her torso, through the thin fabric of her nightshirt. “Thank you. Thank you, thank you,” he leant forward, littering kisses down her body, over her shoulders and down her arms. “Thank you, baby.”



She smiled and pulled him onto her, her arms snaking around his neck, “I felt the same. I know what it’s like to fear loneliness, true loneliness. And it breaks my heart to think of you like that.”



He kissed her gently, brushing his lips against hers and pulling her into him. She rolled over, twisting, pushing her bottom against his thigh.



“Do you think I’m less of a man for wanting this?” He asked, “Do you think I’m weak?”



” Don’t be stupid.” Mimi slapped his thigh and turned in his arms again, writhing, hugging him close to her, “You’re my man and every time I see you on your knees or lost in subspace, you become stronger and stronger. You become more of a man, Svenny. Tough and beautiful and mine” she snuggled into his arms and he gripped her tight.



“Whatever you want you only have to ask for, you know.”



Sven nodded and carried on stroking her arm with his fingertips. “I know. And I’ll try. But, you know…”



“I know.” Mimi turned her face and he kissed her on the cheek. She laughed, her breath hot against his chest, her lips brushing against the hair there. “I know.”







It took five days for Sven to work up the courage to actually ask Mimi for anything more. He was awestruck. He had spend too long thinking of it, needing it, coveting it, desperately. Oh so desperately, wanting it that now it had actually appeared he was scared to death. It was not a desire that he could hide and pack away and resign himself to not having anymore, but real and breathing and vital and arrived in the guise of a 5’2 redhead who was good with kids and softly spoken. A million miles away from the blonde bitch goddesses of his fantasies. And, he had to admit, a million times hotter. Because, to look at her, you never would have thought it. It was their secret, their thing away from the manly bullish joking and boisterous battling on tour and silliness with the band, it was a compartmentalized hidden separate part of him, which he had packed into a box and pushed aside. And now, he was opening it again, unsure of what the creature inside had become. Or even if he could control it once it was out. Sven was afraid of his own desire, afraid because he looked everything like the bitches and ho’s frat boy that society said was acceptable, apart from this. This one, crucial thing, the fly in society’s acceptable, macho, man’s man ointment. And he fucking hated it.



He rubbed his neck nervously and waited for the rings in the dark. Mimi answered, her voice bright and happy, filled with the joy of a Friday afternoon.



“Hello, sweetie.” She said, “Everything okay?”



“Yes thanks.” He answered. “Listen, you’re not going home before you’re coming back here are you?”



“Err, yeah probably,” answered Mimi, “I need to pick up my stuff for this weekend. Then I’ll get the takeaway and then I’ll come over to you. Why?”



Sven took a breath and smiled, embarrassed despite being alone in his apartment. “Could you bring some stuff with you?” he asked, “You know, toys or something. Maybe the handcuffs. Whatever you have.”



“Oh,” Mimi smiled, ignoring the woman staring at her across the tube carriage, “Okay. Are you sure?”



“Completely.” He smiled, “I want this tonight. Are you okay with that?”



“More than you will ever know.” She answered, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited.”



“Likewise.” Sven said, “Likewise.”



“I’ll see you in about half an hour, then.” Said Mimi, the tension twisting in her voice, desire creaking like taught rope.



“Maybe we should skip the food, Mimi. We can eat later.” Sven rubbed his neck nervously and slumped against the sofa.



“Hmm.” She teased, pulling a face at the woman opposite, “Someone’s eager.”



“Shh!” He blushed, “Don’t tease me.”



“Oh, no! Sweetie I’m ravenous. I’ve not eaten since this morning. And I was really looking forward to those epic little spring rolls.”



He laughed and fiddled with a loose thread on his jeans as he spoke, “Okay. I’ll see you later then. Love you.”



“Yep. See you later. Love.” Mimi pressed the red button on her phone and slid it back into her handbag. The tube juddered to a stop and she very nearly skipped home. The truth be told, she didn’t feel like eating much either.



Thirty-nine minutes later there was a loud knock at the door and Sven strode down the hall to open it.



“Hey baby.” Mimi stood in the doorway with her hair curled and her makeup on holding a white bag of takeaway in one hand and a large, black hold all in the other. She was also wearing some black vinyl heels that Sven had never seen before.



“Whoa. You look…” his mouth fell open and she grinned coyly, “amazing.”



“Why thank you!” she winked, “Can I come in?”



“For sure. Get in here!” He grabbed the food and her hold all from her and put them both on the kitchen table. “Err, I thought we were going to just watch some DVD’s and-”



Mimi giggled and slapped her boyfriend’s chest playfully, “You know damn well the last thing we were ever going to do tonight was watch movies.”



Sven blushed and looked at his girlfriend coyly, “Well, I didn’t like to get my hopes up…” he whined.



Mimi laughed and hugged him again. “After that phone call?”



Sven blushed again and kissed her, his tongue meeting hers, slow and calm and contented.



“No getting out of it that easily,” Mimi whispered, “Not at all.”



“Can I see what you’ve got?” Sven inquired, blushing again.



“All in good time, my dear, all in good time. But first, food. You sure you’re not hungry – I got you that noodle thing you like.” Mimi looked up from pulling the small silver cartons from the bag and at her boyfriend. His face said everything.



No, he was not hungry. All he cared about right now was the way that she was licking her fingers and bending over the table in that tight, red dress and fuck me shoes. Promising to make everything he’d ever longed for reality and acting like it wasn’t even that much of a big deal. And, no, he did not want that noodle thing.



“You know,” she grinned, “I’m going to put this in the oven for later. You don’t look in a fit state to eat, right now. In fact,” she whispered, rubbing his chest, her other hand on his arm, “You don’t look in a fit state to be doing much at all. Which is just as well..”



Sven’s eyes went wide, “What?” he gasped, “Tell me.”



Mimi picked her bag off the table and skipped down the corridor to the bedroom. “Why don’t you get in here and find out.” She laughed, disappearing into the dark beyond.



Sven walked into the bedroom and found that Mimi had placed the bag on the bed. The chair from the corner of the room was now in the centre of the wide, square space.



“Don’t walk any further.” Mimi commanded, “Before you come any nearer, I want you to strip naked and place your clothes out of the way. Don’t put them on the chair.” She winked. Sven felt all of the blood drain out of his chest.



He unbuttoned his pale blue shirt and folded it neatly, placing it in the corner of the room, by the long, window that looked out onto the glittering city. His jeans and socks followed. He attempted to adjust himself in his boxers, but it was useless. Mimi turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow.



“What about those?” she asked, gesturing to the white fabric that was trying – and partially failing – to contain Sven’s straining cock.



“Ugh. Sorry.” Sven pulled off his boxers, his cock bouncing comically as he pulled them over his foot. Mimi stifled a giggle and looked away.



“There.” He smiled. “Done.”



She snickered at him and placed the bag on the floor. “Did you just say sorry?” She asked.



“Err, yeah,” Sven mumbled, “I err-sorry. I mean – “



“No, no.” she smiled, looking up at him, “It’s hot. It’s fine. Now come here.” She demanded again, pulling his leaking cock forward. He jerked and hissed though his teeth, his eyes flying wide.



Mimi sat him down and walked back over to the bed, kicking off her shoes. “Phew.” She smiled, “You know how hard it is trying to totter about and actually get stuff done in heels?” She asked, Sven shook his head and Mimi smiled at him ruefully, picking up a handful of buckles and straps in the process.



“Oh…” Sven looked down at his cock and then back up at Mimi. “Oh god.” He whispered as she wrapped the first belt around him, buckling it tight against his torso, a thick black stripe across his pale flesh. She picked up another belt, pinning his right arm behind the wooden back of the chair, looping it through the woodwork and pulling it tight against his bicep, her breasts pushing against his cheek and her scent filling his head. He moaned softly and she rubbed the back of his neck tenderly. Wordless, she produced more thick black straps for his other arm and both his ankles, which were pushed hard into the wood beneath them.



She stood back and admired her handiwork, her lover’s eyes glittering back at her, needy and expectant, his cock flat against his belly, shining in the lamp light.



Mimi grinned at him and bent backward slightly, catching the zip on the back of her dress, not breaking eye contact with her boyfriend. She pulled the zip and let the dress fall to the floor, her body naked beneath it.



Sven’s eyes went wide and he breathed hard again, “Oh fuck, Mimi..”



“You like it?” she asked nonchalantly, twirling her hair between her fingers. Sven nodded, awestruck, and Mimi walked back over to the bed. She picked up some nipple clamps, joined by a fine chain and winked at him.



“You did say you were okay with a little pain didn’t you?” she asked, raising one of her neatly drawn eyebrows. Sven nodded and responded with a breathy yes that was spiked with need and desperation.



“You know I want it.” He whined, “I want it. So badly. He shut his eyes and leant backwards against the chair, his body glittering with desire and sweat, oozing sex.







Mimi curled the chain into her hand and sat across her boyfriend’s lap. She looked down at him and smiled.



“You have no idea what you do to me,” she whispered, brushing his face with her fingertips. “No idea.”



He leant forward and grazed her shoulder with his lips, his tongue darting outward, making her shiver against him. Need shimmered white hot between them.



“Watching you sit there makes my chest tighten and my stomach churn and my head spin.” She tilted her head and brushed his face, pushing her fingers through his hair and pulling his jaw up sharply, jerking his head back so that he had to stare back into her eyes, pooling with love and hate and need for him.



“You make my heart dance against my ribs when you do this.” She confessed, “I feel so weak, I almost can’t bare it and for a moment I wonder who is really in control… If it is I or if it is really you…because one flick of your eyes, one well timed pull against those buckles and I’m helpless. ” She ran her thumb over his mouth, looking deep into his eyes. He listened, silent and stunned.



Can she really want this? He thought, Can she?



“Your submission makes me weak at the knees and I am afraid I may become drunk with power. That I would drown you in a sea of need.” She whispered, wrapping her arms around him. He wanted so badly to hold her, to cover her naked flesh in kisses but he was trapped, pinioned against the chair by the devilish straps, thick and unyielding against his body. Mimi rubbed his shoulder and kissed his temple. “I’m worried…that I would cause you pain beyond pleasure. That I would destroy you.”



He gasped, stunned, and felt himself get harder. A shard of emotion splintered through him, erupting and rolling through his chest, as if at last – at long, long last – she had pressed the button and all of the hidden, unexplored emotion that he carried had detonated within him. Sven whined involuntarily, breathing heavily against her bent arm. She had called up his greatest fear and only desire and for the first time in his life Sven could not distinguish between the two. More importantly, He no longer cared, he no longer knew what to think and found himself suspended in a strange, swimmy state of unreality, as if time was dripping, viscous around him as in some strange dream from which he could not wake.



She kissed him and pushed him backwards into the chair, the thick straps cutting into the tops of his arms and he moaned under her as she slid onto his thigh, her wetness pressing against him. Mimi’s hand found his dick and she rubbed him quickly, using her own juices as lubrication, dipping her fingers between her legs and slicking him with her juices. He ground against the thick straps and whined again. She kissed him hard and pushed her tongue into his mouth, running her fingers over his balls and clipping the first clamp to his right nipple. Sven moaned under her and she leant back, watching him as she attached the second, pulling at the chain teasingly.



“God damn, Svenny.” She smirked, “Who’da thunk it?”



He blushed furiously and hung his head. She knew exactly which buttons to press, He thought, Exactly which ones.



“Oh, sweetie,” she purred, pouting at him, “You going to let me play with you? Hmm?” She yanked at the chain and giggled as he flinched, “Are you going to let me play with you?”



Sven nodded and writhed against the belts, his flesh reddening, shivering under her. She stood up and put her hands on her hips, watching him silently, admiring his body work and spasm fruitlessly against the thick, dark bonds. He looked up at her, his eyes pure puppy dog and she shivered.



“Look how beautiful you look.” She smiled and crawled forward, running her hands over his thighs and planting a kiss on his hip, working her way down, purring happily. Sven moaned with frustration and jerked against the straps.



Mimi curled her hand around the chain and yanked hard. Sven grunted, crying out.



“Now, now.” Mimi chided, “Be good, for me baby.” She licked the length of his cock and he shuddered, whining out, the air hissing through his teeth.



“FUCK.” He shouted, “OH FUCKING FUCK FUCK.” He struggled again and Mimi yanked the chain. He yelped and she lowered her mouth over his leaking member, her tongue working just how he liked it, slow and gentle and teasing. Rimming the head of his cock, flicking the tip with the edge of her tongue. He gasped as she worked, stock still for fear of what she might do to him.



He looked down and watched her head move, gently, perfect on him. He though about trying to move again, in an attempt to stop his balls from aching so badly but he knew that she’d just pull at his tits again. He sighed out and shut his eyes, sinking into the dark in front of him, his mind empty and clean. As if there was nothing else but he and she and this.



So this is subspace, He thought, this is how it’s supposed to feel.



He gasped for air and shuddered against her tongue, which was now making its way towards his balls. He yelped and she rubbed his thigh gently, his nipples burning. If this was only the start he had no idea how much more he could take. He’d never ached for anything, for anyone so much in his life. And as he sat there, feeling all at once everything and nothing, his fantasies seemed a pale caricature of what this was. Because what this was, was unspeakably, perfectly good.



Sven felt his balls tighten and he moaned again. “Oh Mimi,” he whined, “I think-” before he could finish – in any sense – she pulled away and stood up, her face an odd mix of desire and disinterest, as if he was an insect in some elaborate silence experiment. Once more, she kissed him and he pushed his tongue into her mouth, tasting his own cock and her mouth crushed against his own. The emotion screaming through his body, Mimi began to undo all of the buckles. They dropped to the floor in a series of high, silvery clinks and Sven watched his reflection in the mirror opposite, alien and dreamlike. A man in the grip of desire. A man who was someone else.



Mimi pulled him to his feet, his arms aching from being in the same position for so long and kissed the red welts on his arms. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto the bed, rubbing her back gently. She pulled away and smiled coyly.



“You’re getting handsy, sweetie.” She purred, “Put your hands by your sides. Remember, you’re my plaything tonight.”



“Sorry.” He whispered and sat upright on the bed, trying not to focus on how much he ached and shivered with desire. It was useless.



Mimi knelt down and pulled a roll of cling film from the hold all. Sven’s brows furrowed and he tried to speak but Mimi shushed him, pulling the long plastic material around his torso. Wrapping him round until his entire upper body, from shoulders to waist were wrapped up, shiny and immovable.



They giggled and he tried to move comically. Mimi helped him up and bent him over the edge of the bed.



“Don’t move,” she commanded, “I’m going to give you what you really want.”



Sven laid his face against the cool fabric of the bed and sighed happily. His eyes flew open again at the sound of something wet and tried to turn, attempting to see what was happening behind him. But it didn’t take long before he knew exactly what Mimi had been doing.



Lubing up a dildo. That’s what.



Sven knew it because said dildo was now being plunged quite enthusiastically against his sweet spot. He let out a long, loud whine and swore again, rubbing himself against the bed frustratedly, nearly crying with desperation.



“Crawl up onto the bed and lie on your back.” Mimi commanded icily, “I want to fuck you.”



Sven sighed again, and struggled awkwardly onto the bed, the toy pushing against his prostate.



Mimi grinned as he sank into the pillows and picked up a tiny white object. She flicked a switch and Sven bucked against the sheets, his legs flailing.



“Oh! YOU FUCKING BITCH!” he yelped, “How THE FUCK!” his cock moved wildly, brushing his stomach as the vibrator shuddered inside of him.



Mimi flicked the switch off and Sven blinked away tears.

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