Ear­lier in the evening I was under his con­trol. Kneel­ing when he said, wear­ing what I was told to, lick­ing and suck­ing when instructed.
But as he lay there enjoy­ing my tounge on his balls and in his ass I felt some­thing switch. On his hands and knees he seemed so soft, so vuner­a­ble. His moans nearly inaudi­ble with his head by the pil­lows.
I took the risk know­ing the pun­ish­ment could be severe. Qui­etly I slipped off my col­lar and slid up his body. His moans turned to con­fu­sion as he felt the col­lar being buck­led around his neck. I was mov­ing slowly, to give him the chance to main­tain power, but I had read him cor­rectly. Being in charge was enjoy­able for him but what he was really crav­ing was me tak­ing him over.
From there I did. Restrain­ing him how I wished, using his cock and mouth for my plea­sure, cum­ming again and again before finally releas­ing him.

It could have turned out quite dif­fer­ently, but it was worth the risk.

Last night as I was rid­ing Simon I had a thought.  We had been hav­ing sex a lot lately, fairly sim­ple sex.  Fan­tas­tic feel­ing, orgasm pro­duc­ing, want to pass out right after, sim­ple sex.  Mak­ing love to some, just fuck­ing to oth­ers.  No dynam­ics, no games, no toys.  I was think­ing it has been nice, uncom­pli­cated, and very fulfilling.

No sooner than those thoughts crossed my mind though they were intruded upon by dif­fer­ent kinds of thoughts.  Visions of Simon tied to the cof­fee table, blind­folded, gagged, cock hard and ready to be rid­den.  I found myself want­ing to use him as a tool to make me cum and then leav­ing until I wanted to again.

Life has been busy, and tir­ing.  My thoughts hadn’t wan­dered in that direc­tion in awhile, I’ve wanted more tra­di­tional close­ness than con­trol or sub­mis­sion.  It’s fun when they pop back up though.

It makes me want to see how sturdy our cof­fee table is.

I take his weight on top of me, his length inside me, enjoy­ing the warm pres­sure.  His legs move mine, they spread them and hook mine to his.  He pulls my arms above my head, hold­ing them then releas­ing and I feel his breath on my face.  I open my eyes for just a moment and his hand slides over to close them again.

He poses me for his plea­sure, he tilts a hip, bends a leg, holds an arm.  He turns me over to use me from behind, thrust­ing into me and hold­ing my head to the matress.

Not a sound from me, I just revel in his plea­sure and the feel of his skin on mine.  I’m his toy right now, his own per­sonal poseable fuck doll to do what ever he wants with.

While Simon has been enjoy­ing the shadow and light play from the blinds, I’ve been a bit more involved in stay­ing cool.  I know why I am no longer a South­ern girl, I just can’t take the heat.

If you were to peek in our win­dows in the morn­ing, you’d see a very “aver­age” couple…sometimes engaged in not so “aver­age” activ­i­ties.  On the street, how­ever, you prob­a­bly wouldn’t ever con­nect me to this place.  So with every post I’m half naked, expos­ing a side that you might not nor­mally see.  And so a HNT to match, “aver­age” Ava, get­ting ready for an “aver­age” day, with a head full of fun to share later.

The some­what ner­vous greet­ings were quick and he wel­comed her in.  There wasn’t enough room at the desk so they decided the cof­fee table would be bet­ter.  She sat on the floor, legs curled beside her, lap­top on the table open to her project.  Her posi­tion was too demure, too acces­si­ble.  He could see down her shirt, admire her curves, imag­ine what else she could do while kneel­ing so con­ve­niently.  As she set up he excused him­self.  A quick shot of whiskey, maybe two, to set­tle him so that he could get through the night.  “Oh, I’m sorry…” she said, walk­ing in on him down­ing his third shot.  “Busted…” he said with a grin, the whiskey was start­ing to take the edge off.  “I’m just used to hav­ing a cou­ple drinks when I get home, don’t mean to make you uncom­fort­able.”  Not uncom­fort­able at all, she said, but with that tone that made him know she was lying.  “Would you like a small one?  Your close to drink­ing age right?  Hon­estly I always code bet­ter with whiskey.”  They both laughed and he poured them both a drink, both his and hers a bit taller than they needed to be.

Her gig­gles were get­ting louder as he explained PHP and hex codes.  She touched his knee and looked up at him as he helped he plod through the site she was required to make.  Bend­ing over her to cor­rect small cod­ing errors he lin­gered, tak­ing in her scent, see­ing how long she would allow him to hover.  By the sec­ond drink the tem­per­a­ture had warmed.  “I can’t fig­ure out how to get all of these videos and ads to mesh right! I just don’t get it, there aren’t any sites that have ALL of this crap in the same place.”  Her frus­tra­tion was attrac­tive to him, he laughed and she fol­lowed.  “Let me show you.” he said, bend­ing over her, play­fully push­ing her out of the way.  A few key­strokes later and a site appeared.  Sound, ads, text, com­ments, all of the con­tent she hadn’t been able to work into her project; includ­ing video, one of a busty young woman tak­ing a cock deep down her throat.

Her gasp made him laugh.  “Oh, did I embar­rass you?  You just said it didn’t all exist in one place…this one popped into my mind as an exam­ple.”  Not, embar­rassed she pro­fessed, just sur­prised, it wasn’t any­thing she didn’t know about she exclaimed.  “Are you sure?” he teased, “I just assumed, a girl your age, one as attrac­tive as you, you must have been with a few guys already”  “Yeah…I mean no…I mean…I’m not embar­rassed, I know about all of that stuff” she said.  “All of that stuff huh?  What about this?…” a few more key­strokes and a video appeared of a woman bent over a cof­fee table, her ass full of a large hard cock as she moaned and grunted.  She stared, open mouthed.  “Can I refill your drink?” he asked as he walked away to fill it.

He had over heard them talk­ing in the back of the class, “I can’t believe you are going to his house!  I’m so jeal­ous! I need extra help too!”, the voices and gig­gles of high school girls, both grat­ing and entic­ing at the same time.  One, how­ever stood qui­etly, a bright red rush­ing to her cheeks as her friends gushed, “I just need help with my site, and we couldn’t do it hear because of that geek tech club, sheesh, don’t be so stu­pid.”  She always was the cool one, she stood out from the crowd.  That may have been why he was so drawn to her.

More than once he had found him­self look­ing where he shouldn’t have been, glanc­ing down an unbut­toned col­lar while check­ing her work, brush­ing against her in the hall­way, watch­ing her bend to pick up her books.  He felt like a lech­er­ous old man.  When she asked for extra help on a project his first thoughts had been absolutely appro­pri­ate, give her some tips after school, and have a bit of com­pany for the hour he had to stay clean­ing out files, it would be fine.  When she men­tioned the lab wouldn’t be avail­able he said they could work at his place with­out think­ing, and then his mind began to wander.

It wasn’t an obvi­ously provoca­tive out­fit, sim­ple really but enough to empha­sise the parts of her he liked the most.  Jeans, cut just right, show­ing off her ample hips and firm round ass.  A plain white blouse, unbut­toned slightly, but with a taste­ful under­shirt beneath it.  Her breasts stood high and firm, the curves of the top vis­i­ble only if you were to make an effort.  When he answered the door he didn’t imme­di­ately real­ize who it was, out­side of class she seemed adult, but just barely, and when he said hello his eyes wan­dered across her body, mak­ing her blush, and that is what started to make him hard.

Very rarely do I order Simon.  I have a ten­dency to ask.  I ask sweetly, I say please, I smile.  He knows though.  Simon knows that a request from me, in times like now, is absolutely an order.

For­get­ting to do some­thing that is requested, or ignor­ing it, or being bratty about it doesn’t get an imme­di­ate rep­ri­mand or pun­ish­ment.  It will usu­ally get a grin, a lit­tle laugh, but it is always remembered.

I enjoy it that way.  I like to whis­per that I’ll remem­ber into Simon’s ear when we are out in pub­lic and he makes a lit­tle quip.  I like the look in his eye when I have to remind him of an ear­lier request.  I like the way he will flinch the tini­est bit when I tell him I’m not pleased in some way.

My nature is one of sweet­ness, lik­ing to please, want­ing to please, enjoy­ing the quiet plea­sures in life.  That does not mean, how­ever, that I don’t take great plea­sure in teas­ing and tor­tur­ing when the time is right.  I can red­den an ass with­out mercy when pro­voked and I will make him beg me to stop.  I can cum quickly and often, and I can do it with­out giv­ing him release.  There are many ways to use a per­son and I can do them all, but it will always start with a request, not an order.

The other day I found myself with a bit of time on my hands and a desire to keep them busy.  Simon helped.

We aren’t much for phone sex, never have the oppor­tu­nity, but chat sex…oh that’s another story completely…

This is the con­ver­sa­tion that did it for me that day, a lit­tle tough to follow…but Im sure you understand…I was busy with my other hand.

Simon :  Hey Sexy
Ava: Hey sex­ier
I think you’d like the way this vibe feels in your ass

Simon: I think so too

I would love to feel a glass cock in my ass  or a real one  I get all gooey inside think­ing about you in charge these days. I know it’ll turn again (some occa­sional flashes) but I’m enjoy­ing the lack of control

Ava:  You had a flash­back last night

Simon:  My shaft is SO hard it would impale you so eas­ily right now, but we should invest in a nice glass dildo

Ava:  I think I’d want you to fuck my ass with it as you fucked my pussy

Simon:  You would cum SO fast

Ava:  Or the other way around  I think in my ass would be the way to start though

Simon:  Feel­ing your­self filled like that
I think you’d like it both ways

Ava:  I think I would

Simon:  With a lit­tle help we could fuck your ass and your pussy and give you a cock to suck on

Ava:  But a slim glass cock being worked in my ass by you would be amaz­ing
I’d love it
Oh that would be fun
Doing or receiving

Simon:  Some day we’ll tie you down and cover you in cum
pad the cof­fee table and lay you across that
Fuck your face and fill your pussy
cover your breasts and make them hot
Mul­ti­ple times.

Ava:  I hope  can I be blind­folded too?

Simon:  Play with your nip­ples while things dry
You will be blind­folded
And tied
And worked over
Are you using your vibe?

Ava:  You could have my wrists .… Oh yes … You have the right idea
I like the cof­fee table idea

Simon:  I’d prob­a­bly have to spank you some too to warm up your ass
Not hard
You would
With a cock or a gag in your mouth there would be no say­ing “no“
And while we took breaks maybe J’s girl could keep you going with dil­dos and her mouth
while you cleaned your pussy off our cocks
Before we start to fill you again

Ava:  And I wouldn’t know who was where

Simon:  You would not know
Maybe plug your ears too to muf­fle your aware­ness of sounds
You would be fuck fur­ni­ture
Do you like that idea

Ava:  Oh yes
we’ll have to work that out

Simon:  I just can’t decide how i’d want to tie you first
But I would love to just use you and share you and not be con­cerned with what you want
I’m sure you would cum and cum and cum

Ava:  We could all take turns . But I’d vol­un­teer first  even just with you  a trial run so to speak

Simon:  For sure on both
Though there are lim­its to what I can do by myself
But I would def­i­nitely turn you into fuck fur­ni­ture one night

Ava:  Toys help  oh god I wish your cock was inside me

Simon:  We usu­ally stop play­ing when we both cum but I’d be game for keep­ing you in a ready state
You need it in you
I am so hard it hurts
I need to be on top of you pound­ing you down to the bed

Ava:  My pussy is so hot right now think­ing of being tied on the table and used

Simon:  Imag­ine your ass after it’s spanked then laid on the cold hard wood
Legs in the air so your pussy can be used
head hang­ing off to take a cock down your throat
And imag­ine what so many hands and mouths can do to your breasts while you’re lying there being fucked

Ava:  I’m so wet right now… I wish some­one could be lap­ping at my pussy

Simon:  and fin­ger­ing your ass

Ava:  Just lick­ing up my juices not even try­ing to make me cum
Maybe shov­ing the vibe up my ass

Simon:  Teas­ing
Before my legs get spread and you fill me with your cock
Or lay you on your side and take you that way
You keep think­ing about my mon­ster cock tak­ing you over
Ava:  I need your cock inside me… I need you to fuck me every way

Simon:  You know I own you — Even when I want you in charge even­tu­ally I’ll come back and claim you again and show you how a woman is sup­posed to take a man
Your pussy and your ass and your mouth are mine to fill with my hard hot shaft
You close your eyes and open your body up to me

Ava:  Ooooh fucklkk.….…

Simon:  You need to feel filled and full, pounded to the bed and mus­cled down
My arms hold­ing you and my shoul­ders dri­ving into you
my weight makes each thrust mean it

Ava:  I do

Simon:  Have you cum yet?

Ava:  I did  sec­onds ago
Mmm­m­mmm good

Simon:  You’re a good girl

Ava:  With great help

Simon:  That’s a chat to share
Well; your a good girl any­way; when you’re not I let you know.
Indeed