Do these boots make me look
fat?
The photo: Fishnets, corset and
locked boots (so he can’t get them off me) I’ve decided to show Marvin, my $650
an hour psychiatrist, an entirely new side of his dead wife. I’m introducing
him to Jenna as a Domme.
Jenna: Returning readers will
remember Marvin (Morning Wood) when delusional, thinks I am Jenna and he becomes
delusional only in that way when I’m near him for more than fifteen minutes at
a time. Otherwise he seems to functions rationally. He says I could be her
identical twin as I have the same small lithe hard body, color eyes, green, and
hair, red. Same smile, same scent, and same profession, ballet dancer. And the
same taste in designer clothes, perfumes and shoes. From the photos I’ve seen
of her in his office and home, he’s right. I appear to look exactly like her,
at least while clothed. The delusion is a coping mechanism from the trauma of
his wife and baby being killed in an auto accident a bit more than a year ago
and I’m happy to give him comfort both psychologically and physically. He is
marvelous in bed, awesomely hung and knows what to do to please me with every
centimeter of it.
In addition to the amazing sex he is helping me come to
terms with my responsibilities as a Priestess of the Goddess Aphrodite/Venus.
It doesn’t seem to have occurred to him that when alive Jenna wasn’t a
Priestess of Aphrodite, but I have no interest in pointing out the
inconsistencies in his delusion since even with all the strange bits it suits us both extremely well. As I
mentioned, he is amazingly good in bed and I get my counseling sessions free
and he knows not to be controlling with me or I’ll cut him off.
Arrival home: We arrived back at
McCarran International late Friday afternoon and while we all had a wonderful
time and got to meet a lot of new men it was so good to be home and sleep in
our own beds and not be awakened with an erect penis poking us in the back or the
slippery tip being pushed between our cheeks. We have a lot going on in the
next few weeks with the students for the two week Summer Ballet Intensive at St
Lucy’s coming in this week and after the SBI we will all be going to Lake Tahoe
for two weeks to stay at Adolph’s and dive the lake. My wards, Bea, Willow,
Odette, Odile and I all began to bleed this past Friday right on schedule as I
was CD1 and all my girls are in menstrual synchrony with me and when menstrual
enjoy secondary peaks in our libidos. Even though their contraceptive method,
the GyneFix copper IUD, is extremely effective and my use of cervical barriers
has never failed me in the more than fifteen years I’ve been using them no
method is 100% effective so there is always a chance, especially since we are
all so sexually active with unprotected extremely fertile men, that there could
be a contraception failure.
The girls after taking full STI panels and pregnancy tests
to prove they are safe to work as trainers with unprotected candidates are back
on the schedule as training partners for the men in our escort candidate
training class. In the weeks we have been gone a good many new men have become
trainees so it’s not as though the girls aren’t continuing to meet hew well
hung and very fertile men. The scent of their testosterone laced sweat is
marvelously erotic and especially so for the next few days since we are
menstrual.
Trust but verify: Since Marvin
and I had been away from each other since mid May, about seven weeks, we both
had full panel STI tests done so we could exchange them at our first meeting
after I returned home. And I peed on a stick for him to show him I wasn’t
preggers. Neither of us had any expectation that the other would be celibate
while we were apart, but I hadn’t left Marvin w/o some of Jenna’s/my secretions
and scents to remember me by. In preparation for being away I had worn Jenna’s
thongs when I was fertile and menstrual and not been as careful to avoid staining
them with my menstrual blood, fertile cervical mucus (FCM) and some of the
coital discharge from our couplings and even urinated a tiny bit in the cotton
lining of a few. Eighteen highly scented pairs of Jenna’s panties to give him
something to smell and suck on if he began to feel really depressed.
Reliving sexual tension: He was
so glad to see me! I can’t imagine what it must feel like to have an erection
that large pressing on the front of his trousers as he met me at the door of
his condo. I had worn my ballet-boots –
the lightly armored black leather calf length ones from Gepetto’s with the
unitized titanium toe boxes and shanks, interchangeable-replaceable heels with
spider filament laces and lace splitter heels. They were fragrant with Obenauf's
Leather Oil Preservative and I intended to Dominate him from the start as he
was so needy he wouldn’t complain that much or if I did it properly, not at
all. He seems to have developed a fondness for the scent of Obenauf's Leather
Oil so now when he smells it he is conditioned to get an erection. How is that for training a submissive!
I didn’t want him finishing inside me less then three
minutes after I helped him insert himself so I took the bull by the horn, in a
manner of speaking. I had him clear off the top of his desk and then kneel on
it so I could give him head while I was standing in my boots in front of him
and he could see my reflection in the plate glass window of his office that I use
as a mirror to do barre sometimes during our sessions. I’ve blown him several
times now while he’s on his knees on his desk, and he watches to see if my
ankles wobble when I’m on my toes concentrating on sucking seed.
He is uncut and I love tonguing his frenulum forcing his
glans tight against the roof of my mouth to squeeze it while I rock back and
forth to move him in and out. For fellatio I often wear a hood to prevent my
partner from tangling his fingers in my hair. That’s especially important as
men typically tend to grab my head and force themselves deeper down my throat
when about to cum. Wearing a hood I can slip my hands under his arms and break
his grip so I can lean back a bit to breathe and swallow while still
manipulating his glans with my tongue. Otherwise with his fingers entwined in
my hair I can’t get out of his grip to breathe and could end up with semen in
my lungs and aspiration pneumonia.
This time I sucked him off twice which I thought should make
his release in my vagina a bit less urgent and result in him having more
lasting power. I swallowed his loads; I almost always do if I’m giving oral to
a friend. Guys seem to be more appreciative if a girl swallows his semen and if
he has no STI then the contents of his ejaculate could be thought of as a
nutritional supplement with trace nutrients and protein. Sometimes if a man has
been eating spicy foods or asparagus his spend tastes a bit off to awful, but I
tell myself its good for me and swallow. It worked just as I planned and he
lasted a good (actually an amazing) twenty minutes before finishing inside me
with blood running down my thighs as he caused me to gush and overflow my Milex
Omniflex diaphragm. He took me from behind while I bent over the barre against
the plate glass window giving me a series of vaginal orgasms that had my toes curling
in my boots and gasping, moaning and mewing. Fortunately the building he is in
is very well built so the walls are soundproof something that a lover of his
abilities needs in a nest for assignations with sex partners.
