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I set the coffee down on the counter. “Sure,” I said. “But first I have a question for you. ‘Do ut des’.”
Leticia had her hip resting against the edge of the bench top, her weight on one leg, so that the tight denim of her jeans folded into deep tantalizing creases below her zipper. The sleeves of the t-shirt were short, and her skin was lightly tanned and glowing with the freshness and luster of youthful good health. She tossed back her head, exposing the soft line of her neck to me, and her hair shook and shimmered.
She seemed to brace herself mentally, and then nodded. “Ask.”
I had thought long and hard about this question. More than any other, this was the one I wished for her to answer.
“Do you actually like me, Leticia?”
She physically flinched, as though shaken, and her expression changed gradually over the course of several seconds.
“If it wasn’t for this interview – if we had just met as a man and a woman, would I have been someone you would like?”
Leticia seemed to lean towards me, and then pull back. “Jonah, I admire you, more than you will ever know,” she said softly, her eyes searching my face. “You’re gallant, you’re a gentleman, and you’re definitely larger than life. Yes, I like you – you know that – but I wouldn’t want to be like you.”
I blinked. “Why not?”
Leticia smiled wistfully. “You’re larger than life, Jonah. You fill a room and suffocate me. Your energy, your personality is like this big unstoppable force. You sweep people off their feet and draw them towards you like a comet. I… I could never be like that,” Leticia said. “Most people could never be like that. The majority of us watch the world go by, and adapt to what life hands us, Jonah. But you’re different. You can change your world. That seems like a wonderful gift, but I also think it’s a heavy burden. Personally, I don’t know how you do it.”
Leticia lowered her head for a long moment, and I thought she had finished speaking. Then she lifted her face again and there was sudden regret and sadness in her eyes.
“If you hadn’t pushed me away, I would be in your arms right now, Jonah. I wanted that. When you kissed me…” her voice broke off and when it came back one final time it was nothing more than a whisper. “Yes, I like you.”
“I’m sorry I hurt you,” I said. I meant it. I felt Leticia’s body draw towards me, and then her cell phone rang, the sound shrill as an alarm in the intimate silence. Leticia sighed and stepped back, breaking the spell that seemed to have been cast upon us.
“See,” she said wryly. “My phone rings – and now I am going to adapt to what life is about to hand me. If it had been your phone, Jonah, you probably would have been able to will it into silence.”
I smiled into her eyes. “If it had been my phone, Leticia, I would have turned it off ten minutes ago.”
She threw me a playful look over her shoulder and snatched up her phone from the table. I carried my coffee to the window and stared down at the city. Long meandering lines of traffic cluttered the streets, sunlight glinting off windshields as cars crawled through the crisscross of downtown intersections. I stared without really seeing until I heard Leticia finish her conversation and toss her cell onto the sofa.
“Problem?” I turned and asked.
“The office,” Leticia sighed. She scraped her hands through her hair and stood with one hand on her hip. “They need the copy for the first part of your interview by Thursday. I’ve just lost a whole twenty-four hours of time to write and prepare.”
“Is that critical?”
She nodded. “It is when you have no confidence in your ability, and you are about to write the article that could make your entire journalism career, yeah. It’s kind of a big deal.”
“Solution?”
“Start looking for another job,” Leticia said, but she wasn’t smiling. “Or find some way to turn back time.”
I shook my head. “I don’t like your choices,” I said. “So how about option three? Why not make extra time.”
“How?”
“We’ll finish the interview today,” I said. “If you’re happy to put in long hours, we can wrap this up tonight. That would give you the extra time you need.”
* * *
Leticia made herself comfortable on the sofa and I went and stood by the open window. She had a fresh notebook ready. Her legs were crossed, and she sat looking up at me with an air of expectation.
I felt sunlight on my back, warm through my shirt. “Caroline’s biggest problem as a submissive was her discipline,” I announced. “She was a very passionate, sexy woman, and she had a mind of her own. I have told you before that she was very beautiful and very intelligent. Sometimes her independence meant that training her to submit and obey presented its challenges.
“Orgasm denial became common in our relationship. Caroline couldn’t quite find the line between retaining her own independence as a woman, and submitting to a Master. She would go for days, and sometimes even a week without an orgasm because she disobeyed me, or was ill-disciplined.”
“And yet you regarded her as a good submissive?”
I nodded.
“How did you enforce the orgasm denial punishments? It must be based on a lot of trust.”
“It is,” I admitted. “It depends on the submissive being honest. There is no point in me punishing a woman by denying her orgasms if she breaks the rules by pleasuring herself. When we were having sex, I would turn the punishment into the most exquisite torturous agony she could possibly endure by getting her to the brink of exploding, and then backing off, being sure that after each session she was sexually aroused, but left frustrated. It was the very best way to encourage a submissive like Caroline to change her behavior.”
“How did that work?” Leticia asked. “I don’t quite follow.”
I started to pace.
“It was normal for me to insist that all my submissives ask permission to orgasm,” I said. “That way I had control of their releases, and could use that control to heighten their pleasure, or drive them crazy with desire and anticipation. Caroline was no different. Whenever we were having sex, she was required to ask my permission before being allowed to have an orgasm.
Leticia cut in. “And that is normal?”
“It’s normal for me,” I said. “I insist submissives ask permission before they come. I don’t know about other Masters, but I imagine the practice is pretty common.”
She made a note of that on a separate page of her book, and then flipped back to the page where she had left off. “And so you would use this punishment technique to keep Caroline on edge, right?”
“Right,” I said. “I remember one particular session that was held in the upstairs room I showed you next to my bedroom. Caroline had been denied orgasms for a full week,
and during those seven days I had used her for my own pleasure on several occasions, wickedly teasing her pussy as I fucked her, but never quite letting her come. For the first two days she endured, but as I said, she was naturally a highly sexual person. By the fifth day she was begging and pleading with me to allow her an orgasm – even if it was merely one she gave herself while I watched her. I said no. By the last day of the punishment she was on the brink of having a meltdown. For her, being denied an orgasm was like being denied chocolate, or oxygen.
“I told her to meet me in the upstairs room, and I was waiting for her when she arrived. She was bright and smiling. She glowed with excitement. She stood before me in black lace panties and bra, and heels. Her body was perfect; her skin was flawless, her breasts the perfect size and shape, her waist tiny, and her legs long and toned.
“She was trembling with suppressed excitement and there was a trace of a smile in her eyes. She looked up at me with hooded eyes and licked her lips.
“‘I am ready to give my body to you, Master,’ Caroline breathed demurely. I smiled at her. I asked her if she would be my good girl from now on. She nodded her head vigorously. I asked her if my good girl would obey all of her Master’s instructions. Again, she nodded vigorously. I walked to the table in the middle of the room and stood there for several seconds. Every day for the past week I had taken Caroline as she stood bent over the table with her legs spread widely. Now, as I moved in the same way I had every day for the past week, she slipped her thumbs into the elastic of her panties and pulled them down.
“I asked her one last time if she promised to be my good girl, and she nodded again. I smiled my pleasure at her and she beamed back at me. ‘You can suck my cock, today,’ I said. ‘I have no need for your pussy. I have decided you can make me come with your mouth.’
