Dorsai - Taxi

Looking down at her, I could see that the force of it had taken a lot out of her, and I asked her "You look like you could use something to drink. What do you want?"

Her voice was a little stronger when she answered "Yeah, I could use a soda, or some water, or something. Could I maybe get a PBJ or something, too? God! Do I need some energy!"

I just smiled and nodded my head before giving her a quick kiss on the tip of her little button nose and heading for the kitchen.

It was only a couple of minutes before I was back with a couple of cold sodas and her requested peanut butter and jelly sandwich – which she all but inhaled between sips of soda as the two of us sat with our backs against the headboard of my bed.

When she'd finished her sandwich and soda – and half of my soda, when I'd offered it to her – she looked at me and said "My ex-boyfriend really never did that for me. I mean, he kinda did, sometimes, but never as much or as long as you did. He was always more interested in having ME do it to him. I didn't know that it could make me feel that good!"

"Well, I guess now that you know how much you like it, you'll be wanting guys to do for you more!", I teased, in reply.

She blushed, and nodded her head slightly before answering "I sure will!" before moving to snuggle into my side. I put my arm around her, and she lifted her head to smile at me as I cupped one of her breasts in my hand and teased its nipple for a bit before starting to caress her side. After a couple of minutes of my doing that, she looked up at me again, grinned, and reached down to take my penis in her hand. With her apparently ready to get things going again, I gradually reduced the range of my touches until I was focused almost entirely on her breasts.

It didn't take much of that before I had the peaks of both of her breasts standing proud; when she started slowly stroking my semi-erect penis, I let my hand trace its way down her body, toward the juncture of her thighs. She looked up at me again and suggested "How about if we go ahead and lie down again?", with a grin. I just grinned at her, and it was just a few moment before the two of us were again horizontal. She hadn't scooted down quite as much as I had to, so it was easy for me to cup her mons in my hand as I laid a finger along her cleft and feeling the heat and humidity of her arousal. For her part, she was doing a fine job of stroking and massaging my cock back to life as she lay on her side next to me, her head resting on my stomach.

I had been slowly curling my finger to dip the tip of it between her labia, and ever so softly rubbing them into her clitoris, for a couple of minutes when she said "Jim? There's something I've got to tell you, and something I want to ask."

From the tone of her voice, and the way she said it, I immediately knew that whatever it was she had to say and ask, I was going to have to think very carefully before I responded. Putting as much reassurance into my voice as I could, I told her "Go ahead and tell and ask, then."

Even then, it took her another minute or so before she hesitantly told me "Uh, there's something about me you need to know. About when I have sex, I mean. It's, um, kind of different, and I don't know how you'll feel about it."

I managed to sit up enough to give her a kiss on the top of her head before lying back down and answering "Okay, you say it's different. I've been a cab driver a pretty long time, so I don't think you're going to say anything I haven't at least heard about before – but if it helps any, I'll promise to think about what YOU say before I say anything, okay?"

I could feel her relax, at least a little bit, and a moment later she told me "What I've got to tell you is that… well… that I don't really enjoy sex unless… unless…" she paused to release a heavy sigh before continuing "unless the person I'm with is, um, forceful with me."

I gave it a few seconds so she'd know I was keeping my promise to think before speaking before I asked "What do you mean by 'forceful'? Do you mean you like the guy to really pound into you? Or do you mean something else?"

"I mean something else."

"What do you mean, then?"

"What I mean is that I don't really get excited unless… unless I'm… unless he's hurting me when he does it. I don't mean with his cock, but like with his hands – you know, like slapping my butt, and pinching my nipples real hard, or twisting them, and stuff like that. I don't mean like drawing blood, or anything, just… hurting me."

I had to think about what she'd said for a while before I was able to ask her "And what was it you wanted to ask me?"

"I'm not sure if it's just one thing, or two, but there's something I've always wanted to try, but I've never done. I mean, I didn't even trust my ex-boyfriend enough to ask HIM to do it – but I know that I can trust you. First, I want to be tied up; you know, like stretched out so that I can't really move. The second one, I'm not sure if it's something separate, or not, but I… I want somebody to… to command me. I mean, tell me what to do like I was his slave, like, and he was my master, and I had to do anything he told me. So what I want to know is if you'd do those things."

I really had to think about what she'd said and what she was asking, and when I didn't say anything for a couple of minutes, she spoke up again to tell me "I never even told my boyfriend about how I liked it when he'd slap my ass real hard, or how much it used to turn me on when he got really rough with me sometimes. I've never really told anybody that that's the kind of stuff that I like, and fantasize about. I know it's kind of… strange, maybe, so if you don't think it's something you want to do, I'll understand – and I'll still be more than happy to stay here with you, if you want me to, I mean, and suck your cock or let you eat me or fuck me as much as you want. I was just hoping that… that… that I could maybe find out what that other stuff would be like, and finally have somebody that would have sex with me in a way that I really like, too."

I left my hand between her thighs, idly toying with her sex, as I thought. – just as she was stroking and caressing my semi-erect penis, with no more intent of trying to arouse me than I was her.

Admittedly, the idea of having a woman stretched out and pretty much immobile was something that had crossed my mind before, and turned me on more than a little bit. And the idea of a woman that was willing to act as my virtual slave was something that I doubt many men haven't entertained at some point in their lives, and here I was being offered the opportunity to do that very thing. Even the thought of having her willing – even encouraging me – to 'let go' and treat her pretty much any way I wanted to had a certain appeal.

The thing was, I'm not your 'Average Joe', and I couldn't help really THINKING about what she wanted. They were an intriguing set of offers, to be sure; but those were areas of human sexuality and fantasy that I wasn't all that sure I wanted to venture into.

After a few minutes, I moved my hand up to caress her side as I told her "Okay, Jenny, I've thought about it – and decided that I'm willing to at least give it a try."

She gasped, and quickly turned her head to look at me as I went on to say "I'm only going to do it for a couple of reasons. First, because you asked me – as in, it wasn't my idea. Maybe that's a cop-out; I don't know. But it's something that matters to ME. Second, I am not going to do anything that I think would really hurt you: like you said, nothing that draws blood. And to make sure of that, you're going to have a 'safety' word that you can use to let me know if you think things are going too far. If you say it, then I – we! – stop, right then and there, and that's the end of it. Agreed?"