Intimate by Jason Luke Read Free Book Online

hard against each other, moving as one. You’d sense my need and, like dancers, I’d guide you with careful touches, encouraging you towards slow simmering arousal – sensing those parts of your body that begin to catch fire and salving them with cool fingers until my hands and our bodies were moving with a will of their own.
    What would make your knees go weak? That’s what I want to know.
    Would it be the first passionate kiss that melts on your lips and somehow touches your soul… or would it be the hungry look in my eyes; that look that says I want to devour you?
    Let yourself go.
    I’ve got you…
     
    * * *
     
    I’ve always favored orgasm control as a way to discipline and punish submissives. I’ve never leaned towards the more corporal aspects of the lifestyle’s punishment regimes. In fact, if you came to me for personal training, I’d control your orgasms as a way of instilling obedience in you to follow my every command.
    How would you handle that, do you think?
    Does the thought of submitting yourself for training by a Master arouse you?
    Could you imagine what it might be like?
    Whilst I don’t live the lifestyle anymore, and I haven’t for quite some time, I admit there are still moments in my life when I miss the interplay and dynamic that stems from a BDSM relationship.
    Let’s explore this, you and I. Let’s have a quiet little discussion about why so many women find the idea of submitting sexually to a man appealing. I’d like to know your thoughts. I’d like to get a better understanding of what makes a woman want to submit and surrender her body willingly to a man.
    What do you think? Is the fascination born from boredom with a man who is an inept lover… or is it some deeper sensory instinct – an urge to simply feel more feminine, more desired in the bedroom?
    Is submission something you have ever actively considered… has the idea ever crept into your sexual fantasies?
    Have you ever wondered what it would be like to surrender your mind, body and soul to a man?
    You would look so very pretty wearing a collar.
    Do you know that? Well you would.
    Not anything bulky; nothing brash or overstated, that just wouldn’t suit you, and I doubt it’s your style any more than it is mine. No, for you the collar I’d select would be something very elegant – a piece that stated simply that you were owned… something you could wear every day and night as a secret reminder.
    I do apologize if I am being too confronting. I have a habit of doing that, you know, so please forgive me. I tend to ask very direct and sometimes personal questions. I don’t mean to – I simply have a genuine curiosity about other people and I rarely have the time for idle chatter, so my questions tend to be pointed – probing.
    You don’t have to say anything. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, not when we have spent such a lovely time in each other’s company. I don’t want to ruin this time by making you feel awkward.
    Well… okay, maybe I want you to feel a little awkward. I mean that’s a good thing right? You know you are alive when you’re taken just a little ways outside of your comfort zone.
    It is a good thing.
    So go with it…
     
    * * *
     
    Not all of my stories I want to share with you are about women I had sex with… although they are all about women… and sex…
    You see there was this one woman I met named Karen. I never had sex with her, but we did have a frank and animated conversation – the kind of chat that anyone overhearing would have felt uncomfortable listening to.
    We met at a local café and at the time Karen was probably thirty-five? Maybe thirty-seven…
    Anyhow, we had been introduced through a mutual friend. I was still on my search for a compatible submissive woman with whom I could form a long-term relationship, and Karen was an experienced submissive who had just come out of a long-term relationship.
    She was a slim-built woman with auburn hair.
    Auburn… do people