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Part 62

For a while, he just sat there, stroking my hair and my face while I breathed and looked up at him, all in the soothing sound of silence.

The moment was so peaceful, and I was in heaven. I literally had nothing on my mind—no worries, no fears, just a quiet sense of existence. I simply existed in that moment, my head resting on his leg, my boyfriend caressing me, and a blanket that felt soft and almost too good against my skin—or maybe everything felt heightened, every sensation amplified from head to toe.

My body felt tingly, just enough to notice, keeping me in that blissful state. Everything was silent and serene, like a dream. It was so perfect that I fell asleep right there.

That whole morning had been so out of the norm for me: I was fasting, I was up early, I went to class with Chrissie, I went cushion shopping, I was welcomed home, and I had the greatest butt massage orgasm, EVER!

Honestly, it’s a miracle I didn’t pass out halfway through all of that... just kidding, I was busy getting my butt rubbed by my boyfriend, thank you very much.

Eventually, I woke up, fully covered in the blanket with a pillow under my head. Before making my awakening known, I discreetly checked to see if I had drooled or done something embarrassing while I was asleep.

I sneakily scanned the room to see what was happening. All I saw was Gabriel in his chair, sipping tea and writing something on a notepad.

I felt a little embarrassed—here I was, on my first Saturday date with Gabriel, and I had fallen asleep. Serves him right for bringing out the big guns so early in the day. I mean, who even brings out dual vibrators before breakfast? Talk about a first-Saturday-date faux pas.

Even so, the moment was still peaceful, and his presence alone was enough to make me feel comfortable and completely at ease.

Eventually, I decided to say, “Sorry I fell asleep, Sir.”

He signaled for silence, putting his index finger over his lips, then turned his face to one side and pointed at his cheek.

I thought, “What does that mean? Did he mean what I think he meant?”

Fuck it! I went for it. I got up and kissed his cheek. That seemed to be exactly what he wanted because he immediately smiled and said, “It’s okay beautiful. You were tired.”

Then he smiled and pointed at my foot. When I looked down, I was mortified—my panties were wrapped around my foot!

He cracked up, laughing at my embarrassed attempts to collect and hide my panties.

Serves me right for falling asleep on a date with the man who weaponizes vibrators before breakfast.

As he finished laughing, he said, “Red, on your cushion,” which was still right where I had left it, between his legs.

I kneeled with my hands neatly on my legs and said, “Yes, Sir?”

He asked, “How is your breathing?”

I said, “Obstructed,” and he instructed me to readjust until I could feel my breaths going all the way down to my belly. This time, it didn’t take long to adjust myself. Then he grabbed my chin, signaled me to rise higher, and rest my arms on his thighs again.

He said, “From now on, when I say ‘Alpha,’ I need you to kneel in the first position with your hands on your legs, all I need from you at that point is to ask where I need you at that time. Nod if you understand.”

I nodded, and he continued, “When I say ‘Bravo,’ I need you to take the position you’re in right now—kneeling, resting your arms on my legs. Understand?”

I nodded again, and he asked, “Is this something you can live with?”

I could, so I said, “Yes, Sir.”

He continued, “As we go, we will add more to this list, but it’s a good start.”

I nodded, and he said, “I want to thank you for being so great today. You were brave and demonstrated that you’re willing to work to make this relationship a great one, and I just want to thank you.” I said, “You’re welcome, Sir,” and he continued, “Now, I need you to pick up your cushion, dust it off, and put it in its place.

When you are done with that, take some wet wipes and wipe the sofa clean of anything that might’ve gotten on it, you will find the wipes under the sink in the kitchen.

Then, take the mop and clean the area where we were behind the chair. The mop is in the pantry in the kitchen—use the one with the disinfectant disposable pads.

Next, pick up the vibrators we used and clean them using the alcohol bottle under the sink in the bathroom, I left them out of the bag, so you’ll find them easily. Be generous with the alcohol and detailed while cleaning them. After that, wash them with soap and water—you’ll find soap next to the alcohol bottle. When you’re done, lay them to dry on a clean towel on the sink.

Do you understand?”

I said, “Yes, Sir,” and he continued, “Do you need me to show you how to do any of that?”

I replied, “No, Sir, it should be simple enough.”

He said, “Good girl. It is simple enough. But if you have any questions, let me know, and I will help you.

When you are done with that, take a quick shower. You don’t have to wash your hair since you’ve already washed it once today, and we don’t want it to get dry or brittle. Do you understand?”

I nodded, and he said, “When you’re done with the shower, make sure everything is how you found it—or better. Understand?”

I replied, “Yes, Sir.”

Then he said, “When that is all done, we’ll talk about any questions you may have or anything you want to say. I’m sure you have a lot on your mind, and I can’t wait to hear what you’ve got for me.

Lastly, when you’re done, don’t get dressed. I want to enjoy my girlfriend’s nakedness.”

We both smiled, and I said, “YES, SIR!”

I got up, picked up my cushion and as I started to walk away, I felt him spank me, but not in a sexual-butt-massage way, it was in a my-boyfriend-just-slapped-my-ass type of way… I loved it! I just turned to him and giddily smiled.

You may be thinking that I should’ve had a problem with cleaning the sofa or the floor, but I didn’t—I just did it. Mom would be proud. Or maybe mad, because I never did these things at home.

I was actually a little eager to get to the vibrator cleaning part. I wanted to see what those magical gadgets looked like. Honestly, I was curious to open the bag when I first saw it—I wanted to know what else was in there—but I decided to let it be… for now.

I picked up the vibrators and took them into the bathroom. I really wanted to examine them. There were two, and they were identical. Both were white, with rounded tops that looked soft and smooth, almost like a miniature microphone head. The handle was sleek with bright blue lines and buttons. They looked so innocent, yet they held the power to obliterate entire universes—or at least mine. I couldn’t help but smile at how deceptively simple they appeared compared to the chaos they caused earlier.

I disinfected them and washed them gently and carefully, as if they were delicate treasures. I had a feeling I’d be having a very close relationship with them, and the thought excited me a little.

Next stop: the shower. Once again, it was immaculate and functional. Everything screamed “masculine”—simple and to the point. The only things that stood out were how ample the shower was, a flowery body wash, and a bottle of feminine wash sitting neatly on the shelf.

I thought, “Must be Chrissie’s… so this is why Jiggles smells so good.”

I stared at the options: Gabriel’s manly-man-man body wash—dark and woodsy-smelling—or Chrissie’s sweet, flowery concoctions. For a second, I debated sticking to the vibe of the space and using Gabriel’s stuff, but then I shrugged, “Fuck it! Thank you, Jiggles!” I reached for the flowery bottle with zero shame. If it worked for Chrissie, it could work for me!

While in the shower, I started thinking about everything that had happened that day. It had certainly been an interesting one.

I thought about me talking while Gabriel was doing the butt thing—I still felt a little embarrassed by it. But I made peace with it, reasoning that if he had done it, I was obviously supposed to enjoy it. The talking and screaming stuff was very out of character for me, but I couldn’t help it… or maybe I could, and I just let myself go?

Again, I decided to blame Gabriel. He caused all of it.

How did he do that thing where I couldn’t move? That was crazy! I had to find out how it happened. I was glad I managed to stay there, but how did he do it??

As I washed my body, I felt the soreness on my butt cheeks and decided to look… fucking red and still sensitive. I had to be extra gentle washing, but I wasn’t complaining. If there was a round two, I could take it!

I kept circling back to the moment when I was literally rubbing my face against his penis. That was a weird little thing I did… but so arousing!

When was I going to get properly introduced to him anyway? It just seemed impolite for him to be poking me in every which place without being introduced… but maybe that’s just the way I was raised.

Why was Gabriel so keen on him doing all the stuff to me but didn’t want me to do anything?

Gabriel’s ways were so different from my experience, which admittedly was limited. But the one experience I had with Eric—he was very quick to pull it out, wanting me to touch it, even wanting me to suck it. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

And then there was the internet. Every time I so much as hinted at being a female, I would be flooded with unsolicited dick pics. Some things never change, I guess.

Anyway, here I was with Gabriel—kneeling, rubbing my nose all over it, and offering my lips to him. I knew he wanted it. His penis jumped when I offered my lips to him, and still, he refused.

Why?

I was certain he wanted some form of release. He could say “no” all he wanted, but his penis rubbing against me said a lot more than that!

I guess I just wanted a more intimate part of him, he had all of mine, even took a very close look at, well, between my butt cheeks, and that was a part of me nobody had ever seen as an adult, and yet, there he was looking and massaging it like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I just wanted to feel closer to him in a way that I hadn’t before. He had given me so much, seen so much of me—even the most private parts— and this felt like my turn to give something back. I knew I could not give him my virginity, that was gone, but I was going to give him my mouth virginity, that had to count for something, at least it did for me.

I felt something growing inside me, something trying to break free. It took me a moment to recognize it—it was my decision: this was going to happen today. I wasn’t going to go home until I’d had his penis in my mouth.

Fuck, that’s one sentence I never thought I’d say.

I must be one weird chick, that’s for sure. Luckily, my boyfriend seems to like weird chicks. Ha!

So, it had been decided, and the only thing to work out would be how I was going to make it happen.
I thought I should also prepare myself. I had read that it was more of an acquired taste than anything else and took some getting used to. Apparently, salty and bleachy were the most common tastes described.

I also thought that I should watch a video or something. I even started thinking about what I was going to search for in the porn sites. I thought of searching for something like “best blowjob ever,” stuff like that.

Unfortunately, I remembered that my phone was out there, in my pants pocket where my boyfriend was.

Maybe I could sneak back into the bathroom with my phone at some point and look then… JFC! I never thought that sucking a dick would take so much planning!

There’s another sentence I did not think I’d ever say!

I got out of the shower and grabbed a towel, I know this is not something of note to mention, but it was soooooooooo soft and it smelled sooooooo goooooood, I had to mention it.

Anyway, I dried off and came out of the shower, naked and exposed. It was so weird, Gabriel had just been all in between my butt cheeks, but walking around naked made me shy, but an order is an order and if my Sir wanted to enjoy his girlfriend’s nakedness, he shall have exactly that… or more, tee-hee.

When I opened the bathroom door, I was surprised to find a pair of men’s slippers. They were entirely too big for me, but I imagined that Gabriel wanted me to wear them. They were brand new, never worn—they still had the tag on them.

I put them on and made my way down the hallway, wearing nothing but men’s house shoes… my life was changing fast!

The Saturday before that, I had woken up late, got on my computer, and that’s what I did all day.

And now, there I was—naked in a hallway, wearing my boyfriend’s slippers, and plotting a way to get a penis in my mouth.

As I turned the corner into the living room, I saw Gabriel sitting in his chair, watching TV—or at least, it seemed like he wasn’t really watching. It was more like the TV was watching him.

I approached him, kind of covering myself with my arms, and he said, “Relax, beautiful. It’s okay, I love seeing you naked.”

I replied, “I just feel weird being naked, but I’ll get over it. Thank you for the slippers—they were for me to wear, right?”

He looked at me and said, “No, I put them there just in case the neighbor wanted to come by and take a shower with you,” and then he laughed.

Good thing he laughed, because for a second, I thought he was serious. I started laughing too. The joke wasn’t lost on me—it was funny—it was just unexpected. It was the first time I’d seen his sarcasm.

He said, “Of course, I’m joking, beautiful. Yes, they are for you.”

Then I said, “Sir, Bravo?”

He looked at me for a second, squinting his eyes, and after a short pause said, “Of course, I’d love that.” I walked over to get my cushion, and when I bent over to pick it up, I heard him take a deep breath and say, “Mmm… I just can’t wait.”

I got bold and said, “Sir, you do know I’m all yours, right?”
He replied, “Good girl. Yes, I know, beautiful.” And I got even bolder, saying, “You don’t have to wait. I am very, VERY ready, Sir.”

He smiled and signaled that I should get in Bravo position.

Once I got into my position, he said, “Before you say anything, I want you to know that you smell delightful and look so beautiful. Come here and give me a kiss.”

I put my hands on his knees and lifted myself to give my Sir the kiss he desired. As I did that, his hands slid to my sides and then to my breasts. He whispered, “I love your breasts. You can return to Bravo.”

When I was back in my position, he said, “Red, we have to feed you. You must be starved.”

I cheekily replied, “Sir, anything you want to put in my mouth right now would make me a very happy, naked girlfriend.” He gave me a knowing smile but ignored the bait and said, “Excellent. Let’s go to the kitchen—we’re going to make pasta.”

Sigh… Alright, time to amp it up a bit. I said, “Yes, Sir… I like mine with sausage,” and giggled. He smiled and said, “I’m sorry, beautiful, I don’t think we have any.”

JFC! What does a girl have to do to get a dick in her mouth in this house? Maybe it’s a hidden rule he forgot to mention: “No dick in Red’s mouth,” because I’m sure Jiggles gets whatever she wants.

Fuck it, Kamikaze Red!

I looked down and started playing with his pants fabric and my nail again, except this time I knew what I was doing. I sheepishly said, “Sir, I thought we didn’t lie in this family. I could’ve sworn that I felt something earlier that felt a lot like a sausage.”

He caught it—FINALLY! He smiled and said, “What do you mean, Red?”

Ah fuck! He’s going to make me say it!

I mean, what do I say? Feed me penis? Sir, how would you like a blowjob from your inexperienced girlfriend?

I looked down and kept playing with his pants fabric, but now it was my whole hand. I sheepishly said, “The other night in the car, you said you wanted to… you know… fuck my lips, and I’ve been thinking about that… a lot. And I want to do it.” He smiled, took a deep breath, cupped my face in his hand, and said, “Red, you have no idea how much I want to do that and a lot more. But remember, I told you that I do not want to be inside you at all until we’re able to do everything. It takes a great deal of effort on my part to not put anything in you, but I want to completely savor the moment I do. Do you understand?”

I said, “I understand, I really do, but I just want to be a little closer with you and do things. You always do things, and I feel like that is unfair. I’m also very curious, and I’ve never done anything like that, and I really want to do it with you—or to you… however you say it. I just REALLY want to. Please?”

I could tell my hand thing was working!

He replied, “I understand, Red, but you shouldn’t feel like you have to do anything for the sake of reciprocity. I’m fine with things as they are.” I said, “I know you’re fine, Sir, but I just really want to. You’ve said that I’m doing a great job. I promise I will do a great job at that too. I know I don’t have experience, but I will do exactly what you tell me, and it will be good. Please?”

He took a deep breath and said, “I will think about it.”

My hand was now GROPING and rubbing boldly, and I said, “You promise you’ll think about it?” He smiled, took another deep breath, and said, “I promise I will think about it, Red.”

I said, “Okay, I’ll ask again later just in case you forget on purpose.” We both smiled, but this was not over, Mr. Hard Penis in my hand.

And don’t think for a second that the fact I was there, on my knees, begging him to let me suck his dick, was lost on me. It wasn’t. Judge me if you will, but this was happening.

Still running my nails along his penis, I said, “Sir, I can make you pasta. I know how to do that.” I could tell I was having an effect—every time I squeezed a bit, his eyes closed for longer periods!

He sighed and said, “Thank you, beautiful. I understand that you know how to make pasta, but you do not know how to make pasta for ME, so I will teach you how to make it.”

Well then! I guess we’ll make some Gabriel-style pasta.

I squeezed again and said, “Yes, Sir!”
He said, “Okay, beautiful. Dust your cushion and put it away—we’re going to cook.” I replied, “Yes, Sir,” got myself one last squeeze, got up, and put my cushion away.

The whole squeeze-eyes-closing thing was a lot of fun—it was like having a Gabriel remote control… but now I wanted more.

Not bad for my first time quasi-playing with a penis. I had read my share of “Netflix and Chill” posts online, and they sometimes talked about the whole “playing with a dick” type of thing… I finally understood! It really was like a remote control… I couldn’t wait.

Anyway, back to kitchen business. We got to the kitchen, and he instructed me to take out veggies… blahddy blah blah blah. He gave me a hoodie because I was getting cold, and he didn’t want to splatter anything hot on me. We made spaghetti with sour cream sauce and toasted garlic bread… sadly, no sausage.

He taught me how to serve his plate the way he liked, then went to sit at the table so I could bring it to him along with his pineapple juice. I did notice an unusual amount of pineapple juice in his fridge and pantry but didn’t think much of it.

When I sat at the table—on his side, while he sat, as you guessed, at the head of the table—he instructed me not to start eating until he did, which wasn’t a big deal for me. Then he said, “Red, thank you so much for such a great day. It’s very clear that you are really putting effort into everything we are building here, and I look forward to many, many Saturdays like this one.”

I said, “You’re welcome, Sir,” and he continued, “Now, please tell me how you are feeling about us and our relationship, and please speak candidly and bluntly.”

I said, “Really? Bluntly?”

He smiled and said, “Please.”

I took a deep breath and said, “Well, this is all new to me. Then again, I’ve never dated anyone, much less walked around, cooked, and eaten naked. Is this how it will always be?”

He said, “That’s not telling me what you think, Red. That’s asking questions, and the time for questions will come later. Right now, I’m more concerned about how you are feeling and what you think about everything we’re doing.”

Shit, I thought I could get away with making him talk instead of me.

I said, “Honestly, I don’t have a problem with any of it. In the beginning, I thought I would, but I don’t. I actually like the way we do things—it kind of keeps things in order.

When you first asked me to call you ‘Sir,’ I was a little hesitant, but now I like it.

I like the fact that I don’t really have to worry about much because you’ll help me figure things out, especially things I suck at, like dealing with people and stuff like that.

You also take a lot of guesswork out of things because you’re upfront about what you expect. I also like that you’re adamant about me not doing anything I don’t want to do… I guess we’re lucky that I want to do everything you tell me to do,” and we laughed.

I continued, “I guess if I could change anything, it would be that I’d like to ask questions when I think of them and not have to wait for ‘question time,’ you know? But other than that, I’m really enjoying everything that’s happening.”

I thought I was done, but he said, “Go on…”

I continued, “Well, I don’t feel lonely anymore. Between you and Chrissie, I don’t even get on my computer anymore—which my mom loves—and I don’t miss it.

I like the martial arts thing—it’s a lot of fun, but it makes me stink.

I like that I pretty much know what I’ll be doing all week, and it doesn’t involve staying home or stuff like that.

I really enjoy the physical side of things. I love when you kiss, hug, and… you know… physical stuff. I honestly thought I didn’t need physical affection, but leave it to you to show me how wrong I was.

Overall, I can honestly say that I’ve never been happier.”

Then he asked, “Is this relationship something you see yourself in long term? It’s okay if you don’t have an answer, but if you do, I’d like to hear it.”

I replied, “Sir, I am INNNN!! What do I have to do to prove it? You want me to blow you? Because I’ll do it! Right here, right now!”

Gabriel’s eyes went wide—like really wide—before he burst out laughing, a full, uncontrollable belly laugh. Juice got on his shirt, but he didn’t even care; he just kept laughing.

I just sat there, cockily grinning, drinking my juice, and admiring my work. I knew that would get him.
I waited until he calmed down a bit and said, “Good mental orgasm you had there? Did you enjoy it? I’m here all week… try the pasta.”

He continued laughing and said, “I love when this side of you comes out. You should let her come out more often.”

I replied, “She would, but somebody refuses to fuck her lips, so she’s leaving.” He kept laughing—LOUDLY. I thought I broke Gabriel, and he got stuck in laughter mode.

Eventually, he calmed down, took a deep breath, and said, “Thank you for that, Red. I really enjoyed it.” I made eye contact and did the “tipping my hat” gesture while saying, “You’re welcome, Sir.”

After a moment of trying to compose himself from a short demonstration of my comedic prowess, he said, “So, tell me your questions. What’s on your mind?”

I asked, “So, I am a little confused. How is our relationship supposed to be? Is it the composed, silent, respectful side, or is it this side—what we are doing right now?” He replied, “Red, our relationship is whatever we want it to be. Right now, we’re developing the relationship. What you’re wanting to know is if our relationship will always be ceremonial or more relaxed, like we are now. And the answer is: both. We can have both, as long as the tone is set from the beginning.

I enjoy the rituals we are developing, and I also enjoy this side of you. Why should I have to choose? Both sides of you are mine to enjoy, so why would we have to pick one over the other?
Unless you are telling me that I have to choose one side of you to enjoy—which you are not, are you?”

I said, “No, not at all, Sir. All my sides are yours to enjoy.”

He continued, “See? We can have both, but the tone of love and respect has been set. However, if we didn’t set that tone from the start, respect could be compromised, and I won’t have that.

Right now, we are laughing and enjoying each other’s company, but that doesn’t mean that once we are done, we won’t go back to our rituals.”

I said, “I understand, but then why do I have to do the exercise every time I come in? What is that exercise anyway? I’m not saying I mind; I’m just curious.”

He replied, “That is such a great question, Red. I enjoy your curiosity so much.
The exercise has multiple purposes. One, it helps you gain control of your mind, sharpening your attention and focus—the most important skills you can have in life. Nothing is more essential.

Two, it sets the tone for when you walk into this space. It allows you to leave whatever happened in the outside world out there and walk into this space with a different mindset. The world can get crazy, but you can be sure that when you walk into this space, you are home.

Those are the benefits for you.

Selfishly, for me, the benefits are that I don’t have to get the grunt of whatever went on at your job, school, traffic—whatever happened. If it’s important, it will still be there after the exercise. If it isn’t, the exercise will get rid of it.”

—Aaaaahhhh! I did not think of that. Again… mind, blown.

He continued, “Red, everything we’ve done and everything we do has a purpose and reason for being—even if that reason is as simple as: it brings ME pleasure.

The slippers on your feet are there because if at some point I want to play with your feet, they are clean, and I know you tend to get cold.

Your nakedness is there because I enjoy seeing your body and your shyness when you notice me looking at you.
And sometimes, it’s just because that’s how I want it, and that’s okay… everything has a purpose.

Any more questions?”

Pffft! Like a billion!

Starting with, “Sir, did you think about that thing I want to do? Inquisitive lips want to know.” I could tell he enjoyed it when I said things like that. His eyes got really wide, and a big smile came across his face. That smile was so cuuuute, and it let me know he just needed a little nudge to tip him over to my side.

He took a deep breath, looked up, thinking, and softly said, “Aaaahhh, I understand now…”

I had seen that before—that night at the park when he understood my anxiety. I said, “What? What happened? What do you understand?”

He said, “I’ve been so focused on the idea of savoring my moment with you that I didn’t realize I was keeping you stuck, even while you’re screaming that you’re ready to grow. That’s not fair to you—or us.

What I’m saying is that there are points we NEED to cross in life, in general, to allow us to move forward to the next step. Otherwise, we’ll be stuck.

In an effort to savor the moment of finally entering you, I’ve been keeping you stuck and not allowing you to cross that point where you’ll feel like you’re truly participating in my life. Until you do, you’ll feel like a tourist in our relationship.

Does that sound about right?”

I said, “Yes! That’s exactly how I feel. I want to do my part, as your girlfriend!”

He replied, “Remember the other night during the MAsT meeting, I said that sometimes I am so caught up in my dominance that I forget to receive your submissiveness?

Well, it’s the same thing. I was so caught up in my desire to savor the moment that I couldn’t hear you screaming your needs.

Until you cross that line, we won’t be able to smoothly move forward, and you will remain stuck trying to fulfill that need.

I am sorry about that, beautiful. I will do a better job at listening to you.

Keeping that in mind, I am going to go take a shower. Please clean up the table and do the dishes. When that is done, go to your cushion, get into Alpha position, and do your exercise.

You’re about to give the best head debut in the history of head debut performances… it will be one for the ages,” and he laughed at his own attempt at a joke.

I was so stunned that my eyes got THIS BIG!

He chuckled at my shock, got up from his chair, grabbed my face, and said, “I am sorry, beautiful. I promise I will work on being better for you.”

He kissed me and walked to the bathroom while I sat there in shock.

Holy shit! When I said, “this was happening,” I didn’t realize it was actually going to happen… like, for real!

to be continued...