Message-ID: <3545eli$9709011158@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: munster@eden.rutgers.edu (El Sol) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: A Master's ring {Part 4-6} because people keep mailing me for separate Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Summary: maledom Keywords: maledom Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5u70k2$atc@er7.rutgers.edu> A Master's Ring Chapter 3 The Interviews ---Knowledge is about data, Understanding about the connections one can make between data strings. It works in anything in the world, but especially with women.------------------------------------------------------------------------- I woke up with Melisa climbing over me to get off the bed. The sun was streaming into the window, so I figured it had to be morning. I turned to look at my alarm clock it was 7:30 am. I watched Melisa walk over to the closet naked. Actually, I enjoyed Melisa as she walked over to the closet naked is a much better description of what was going on. She looked back at me, smiling as she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. She walked back to the bed, and kissed my forehead as I turned to lay on my back. "I'm gonna take a shower and get dressed," she told me. "You should start getting ready, too." "Okay." I replied. "Should I wear anything special?" "Jeans and a clean shirt." she said as she gathered up her clothes from last night. "I don't know how long the interviews will take so it's best if you dress comfortably." She walked over to me to give me a final kiss on the cheek and to run her hand along my chest before she walked out of the room. I knew she lived in the same building so I didn't worry too much about it. I stretched my arms up over my head and yawned trying to clear the cobwebs and some of the sexual frustration. Dr Ryan and Melisa had me riding a large sized wave of desire. It felt uncomfortable, but not wholly unpleasant. I got out of the bed, and walked over to the closet. I pulled a towel off the top rack, and chose a clean set of jeans and tan summer shirt to go with it. I laid them on the bed, walked over to my drawer set and pulled out clean underwear throwing them on the bed along with the jeans. My toiletries were on my desk so I just grabbed them. I kept the shower extremely cold, not unpleasant but uncomfortable. I got dressed quickly. I even groomed myself. When I was done, I stood by the window staring out across the dried up river into the next town. I was not really looking at anything, or thinking about anything. Just waiting. She walked into my room at 8 am. I turned to look at her. She had chosen a tan business suit. I think women in suits are fascinating. I try to size them up to see if they're the type to wear frilly, and sexy lingerie underneath or just simple business like stuff. I didn't have to wonder with Melisa, the last two days had been an education in what a woman can hide beneath a perfectly normal exterior, especially this woman. She walked over to me, checking to make sure I was presentable. She reached up to kiss my neck, and proceeded to straighten out imagined wrinkles and bad positioning in my clothing. I let her. There are things you just have to let women do without questioning and without arguing that you could do a perfectly good job of it yourself without their help. "Breakfast?" she asked. "Where?" was all I replied. "The Ramada." she said. "That way we can't be late and you'll be a bit more comfortable." "I'm not uncomfortable." I said simply. She raised a blonde eyebrow at me. I smiled "Not that type of uncomfortable anyway." She smiled back. She led the way out of my room and down to the parking lot outside our dorm She walked up to a black BMW and opened the door for us. I appreciated the car before I got into the passenger side. "Did you have to walk behind me the whole way?" she asked me. "Yes" I said. I had enjoyed the walk down to the car much more having her to stare at on the way down. She smiled and shook her head at me, as she pulled the car out of the lot. "Yours?" I asked running my hand on the dashboard. "For now." she said turning to smirk at me. "Really trying aren't they." I stated. "Knowledge." she whispered. I sat back and enjoyed the ride to the Ramada. She stopped it in front of the hotel and handed the keys to the valet as she stepped out of the car. She waited for me to get to her before she proceeded inside the hotel and into it's dining area. The host gave us a table next to the window, not much to see but more pleasant than the inner tables. We ordered a quick, simple breakfast. "Are you nervous?" Melisa asked me. "Not really." I said. "How come?" "This has all been planned, right?" She nodded. "The Brothers know they want me. They've been waiting years or so Dr. Ryan says. They would have picked up a major fault in me a long time before this." She smiled. "You've tested me." I continued. "How many men would have tried for more considering what you've been doing? No, this is the easiest part. This is always the easiest part of anything. At least for me, I know they've found something they really like, it's just a question of showing them it's real." "You don't think you'll fail here?" she asked. "No." She just stared at me. "No matter, what happens here I've passed the biggest of the obstacles in front of me getting that a black ring." "What was that?" she asked. "You...a Sibling wants me. Not as a man, but as a Brother. You believe I can give you what you've waited for. What you know only a Brother can give you. You think of me as one of them. When you walked into my room before, you weren't sure, but you are now. It's gotten stronger the more time you spend with me." She turned her head to stare out the window. I smiled and continued "How was it that Dr. Ryan put it.. In the words of the civilized world, if you want to be a Dom it's not a Dom you have to impress, it's a Sub you have to master." I reached up to turn her head so she faced me. "I've already done that." I whispered to her letting go of her chin. The waiter arrived at the moment to drop off breakfast. It was one of the best breakfasts I had ever had. We finished our breakfasts in silence, and enjoyed our coffee in the same quiet. At five minutes to nine, Melisa looked at her watch and got up saying "It's time, David." I got up and followed her out of the restaurant. I didn't wonder at her not having paid, I was sure it had all been arranged for. She got into the elevator and pressed for the button for the 7th floor. I leaned back against the elevator smiling. I was really not nervous, I found it amusing to some degree, and wondered if I should worry about my own confidence. The elevator stopped. Melisa walked out and turned to the right. She walked to the last door of the hallway. She opened it and stood back and motioned me in. "I'll be called when you're done and wait with you for the next one." she told me. She stopped me as I passed her. I looked down at her, questioning with my eyes. She stood on tip-toes to give me a small kiss on the lips. She let go and walked past me to the elevator. I watched her go and entered the lion's den. She was leaning back against the wall sized windows to the right the door. She was waiting for me, with her hands behind her back. She was amazing. Tall, blonde, athletically trim. I expected her to have blue eyes. She stared at me as I approached her, waiting. "Hello, Sister." I said extending my hand to her, I had been right a beautiful shade of bright blue. She smiled for a second and then broke down to laugh quietly. She took my hand to shake it. When her left hand came out hiding, prominent upon it was the black-stoned ring of a Brother. "You knew." she said simply leading me to the couch in the middle of the room. "How?" she asked as we sat facing each other. "The Sibling ring on Melisa's hand." I said "While worn: on the left hand side is a male kneeling with wrists bound, on the right side is a female. I took that to mean it could be worn by males or females. Means one of two things either Sisters such as yourself or homosexual Brothers, more than likely both. Dr Ryan also kind of overkilled the Brother thing. Always a Brother with a couple of hesitations here and there where it was obvious he was being careful." She just smiled. "The choice was obvious then, in what to expect. Someone guaranteed to be found attractive by me. Tall, blonde, blue-eyed, a beautiful body, the obvious choice to test if I could look at you as an equal, and as Sister and not as less." "And can you?" she asked staring at me. I stared at her thinking, looking inside myself as I studied her. "You are beautiful." I answered, "But not attractive. As if I had just been told you were a blood sister." "Incest." she said with raised eyebrows. I looked at her seriously replying "No." I had guessed what the test would be, it had been too obvious but I was still somewhat amazed that I really did not find her attractive, just beautiful. We sat there for a minute measuring each other, as if we were long lost family members that had just met. I was sure I had just passed my first inter- view. "And now what do we do?", she asked me smirking. "Conversation." I offered. "I guess you must have questions. I do add a different dimension to the things you know about our Society." "Not everything... Actually let me rephrase that, I have a few guesses but I'm not sure about them.", I replied. "Ohh?" she said questioningly. "The order of the interviews." I explained. "What's your guess for the interviews?" "Well, you were the obvious one?" "And the next one?", she asked. "I figure black, male, homosexual." I said. She smiled at me, "Why?" "The color is obvious, homosexuality also. A man of directly oppossite sexual preference, probably expressive in his homosexuality, where I'm a lot more private in my tastes. The race choice is clear, can I see beyond societal impressions to someone my equal." She got up to and walked to the window. "And the next one?" she asked me. "That one is tough," I replied standing up to walk around the room. "If this is all to test my reaction I would pick someone almost exactly like me but maybe with a bit of classical male peeves. Hispanic but better looking than me, taller, better built. Everything and anything that would make me look at him as disfavorable competition, and react to him in that way." I gave a short laugh, "Hell, I'd actually make him a Spaniard instead of from this continent. Go for that bit of prejudice also." I walked to a few feet of her, leaned against the window and looked at her. She turned to look at me, and started laughing. "Okay, let's go for the full passing grade here." she said through the laugh, "Three interviews today, four tommorrow. Who do we throw at you tommorrow?" "Oh, the tradionalists. All of them, old, a touch of stodginess. An Englishman, a deep southern Gentleman, an old New Englander right of the boat and then someone else from out of the country. All guaranteed to have annoyingly different views of the world than a younger man." I replied jokingly. "How do you that?" she asked me wonderingly. I walked over to the couch, leaned back replying "Would you believe, I'm psychic." She laughed again and sat down across from me. "No, seriously." "Take in all the information but don't stop there." I said to her, "You have to look for reasons. You want me but there's a lot to protect. Twenty thousand Siblings according to Dr. Ryan, two thousand black rings that you expect to be counted as closer than any blood family I might have." I stared at her for a minute. "How careful would you be if you were choosing someone with that much control over you little sister or brother? How careful if you were picking your own brother and sister? The data gathering is easy. But it's never enough. You need to see me in action, that's what Melisa is for. Then you have to try to hit me from unexpected sides, that's what these interviews are for. There just couldn't be any other reasons for the interviews. After that I just try to see what and how you would test me?" She raised her eyebrows. "The tests seem obvious after that?" I continued. "But we didn't surprise you." she said simply. "It's just as good, though." I said. "Really?" "Yeap, if you can't surprise me with years of preparation. It means any problems that arise for me would be problems for any wearer of a black ring. It's still a fair test. Still tells you what you want to know about me anyway. I can think of a woman molded to be found attractive by me, as my sister. I don't care that a Brother is homosexual. And my ego isn't so fragile that I react negatively to someone more physically ... hmm, desirable, I guess, than I am." "But you already know the test." "Yes, but then I'm either a really good actor, or my reactions are still what you want them to be." "And are you a good actor?" she asked me seriously. I did not answer. She smiled at me. I asked her if there was another name for black ring wearers than brothers. "No." "The women don't mind." I asked. "Some of us do, but it's an old society. Very old. We keep the name Brothers now because of the tradition of Brotherhood and in honor of those that built the Society." she replied, "Most of us call Female Brothers, Sisters anyway, so do most of the Siblings. The whole Brother thing is more of a title. Plus the Sisters that don't like the name have to admit that the Brotherhood was a good 400 hundred years ahead of it's time in accepting women as possible equals." I nodded to myself. We sat in silence for a length of time before she told me it was time for the next interview. I smiled at her, wondering at the changes already begun in me. I stood up, gave her a hug. Well, she hugged me since I'm not very touchy. It did not feel strange, for once to be touched by a stranger I wasn't sleeping with. Maybe the changes were more extensive than I thought. I walked to the door, opened it to find Melisa waiting for me. She looked into the room past me, and smiled brilliantly at whatever she saw. A Master's Ring Chapter 5 Destiny ----Faced with it all, would you be afraid?------------------------------------ The rest of the the day's interviews went along the plan I had laid out for my new-found Sister. They were longer than with the Sister, though. Robert seemed to be one the historians of the Society and had wanted to amaze me with historical figures that had been Brothers. The female members were a lot more of a surprise than the male ones though. The Brothers seemed to have dropped out of public life right around McCarthism. I really couldn't blame though, especially considering Hoover later on. Robert liked to talk and I like to listen to people who actually know what they are talking about so it was a favorable interview. Edgardo was a pain in the ass. I know for a fact that I am an asshole. Edgardo was exactly my kind of asshole. So we spent a good three hours like two pitbulls separated only by the bars of civility. He was a woman's dream. Tall, meditarrean complexion, hansome. An aura of self-confidence. In the end, just the fact that I wouldn't bend to him forced respect out of him. After that ordeal, I went home. Melisa had not been waiting for me. I guess she knew what I was in for, and did not want to face me immeadiately afterwards. Who can blame her? I went to the cafeteria and had something to eat. In my room, I did most of next week's reading and some of the stuff I had to read to for my finals. I stared out my window into the next town, trying to relax but finding myself unable to. I could feel the breeze from the door the Brothers were holding open for me. The closer and closer I got to the door the more and more I wanted to step through. I wanted it all. Finally, I fell asleep staring up at my ceiling. I had been fantazing about Melisa. Either way, win or lose, it had been a great ride and if all I got out of it was a tease; it was a lot more than any man had ever gotten out of her. I woke up to quiet knocking on my door. I got out of bed to open the door. It was Melisa wearing a blue business suit this morning. She had a bag with her that was obviously meant to be my breakfast. I opened the door wide for her to let her in. I grabbed up everything I need for a morning shave and shower. I wasn't in the mood to talk. I guess Melisa figured as much because she didn't speak to me until I was done eating after my clean-up. She had again layed out clothing for me. She stared out my window while I changed. I knew I had reason to be quiet this morning. I had been the one played for the last few days. I held myself back from reaching out to her. I knew she wanted things out of this whole situation but at the moment I didn't want to be sympathetic. The silence continued on the walk to the BMW and the drive to the Ramada. She walked in and pointed to the elevator bank. She pressed the button for the top floor once we were both inside. We watched the numbers light up as the elevator brought me closer and closer to my destiny. The doors opened and she stepped to the only room door on this floor. She opened the door for me, and stood aside looking at me. "Good luck, Brother." she whispered softly as I walked by. Inside there were 4 elderly gentlemen sitting across from one lone chair. Four pairs of intelligent eyes watched my every move as I approached them and sat down accross from them. "Gentlemen" "Cocky little bastard!" A Master's Ring Chapter 6 Consummation -----In the end, isn't it all about sex? No. It's about trust.----------------------------------------------------------- That set the tempo for the last interview. They dug and I laughed. Here I was facing four crotchy old men, and all I could think about was how much I would have given for any of them to be my grandfather. They chewed up one side of me and down the other. I enjoyed every second of it. After about a half hour, they went to get themselves some beers and we watched SportsCenter for highlights of yesterday's baseball games. They were avid fans of the classic teams; Yankees, Dodgers, etc. I, myself, am a Mets fan not for any good reason but just because. We pretty much spent the rest of the day like that. We ordered lunch, drank a bit (it was a bit early for drinking heavily according to one of them), and I received a whole bunch of tips on how to treat Siblings. That started a whole conversation about sexual technique that would have made the occupants of a female restroom blush. At about 3 pm, they all stood up. One of them went into the bedroom and came out holding a small velvet box. They all smiled at me kindly. I could really get used to being treated like a the prodigal grandchild. They simply handed the box to me, and filed out the door without a word. Melisa walked in through the open door. I looked at the box in my hand. "No special secret ceremony?" I asked her. She shook her head and replied, "You were always one of them. That's what the Brothers believe. The ring is only a symbol, not of their acceptance of you, but of your acknowledged status among them." I opened the box. Inside rested a platinum man's ring. It had a flat face with what looked like an onyx set into it. The craftsmanship was extraordinary. Unlike Professor Ryan, this ring had no crest on it. It had etchings on both sides, also unlike Dr. Ryan's. This ring had a fist holding a pair of manacles on each side. I asked Melisa about the difference. "It's a Training ring. It says you haven't fully accepted your status yet. Most Siblings understand that while you are a Brother in every way that counts, you are not yet ready to accept responsibility for them." "Who decides when I'm ready to take on responsibility for Siblings?" I asked. "You do." I nodded. I put the ring on my left hand. I stared out the window. "Do you want to go out to celebrate?" she asked. "It's not everyday that an orphan finds he has some 2000 Brothers, and 20000 Siblings." She was smiling gently at me when I turned to look at her. Someday, I would like to see what that profile says about me. "Where to?" I asked. "Something Italian." she smiled wider. Again, she had known what I was thinking. Italian is my favorite food. I smiled back at her, and walked with her to the elevator. I sat quietly on the way to the restaurant she had picked out for us. It wasn't like the unfriendly quiet of the morning. I had a lot to think about, and had not been given the time to actually absorb any part of what had gone on. At the restaurant, Melisa gave the matre'd my last name. I looked at her. She shrugged "Either a good-bye, or a celebration." I nodded. At the table, we looked through the menus making quick decisions. The waiter was a good one. He read us for what we were; made himself as scarce as possible while keeping one eye on us in case we needed anything. Melisa pulled an expensive black daily planner out of her purse and handed it to me. I raised an eyebrow looking down at it. She sat quietly staring at me. I opened it up to find a set of credit cards with my name engraved on them, a checkbook with a receipt of deposit in it, and a ring of keys. The credit cards were the best in their particular family; a platinum American Express, and a gold Visa. The figure on the receipt of deposit made me do a double take and look up at Melisa questioningly. One set of keys were obviously housekeys, the other set were just as obviously BMW keys. I closed the planner and put it down on the table. I sat back and just stared at Melisa. "How?" I asked her. She smiled a smug, secretive smile. "2000 Brothers and 20000 Siblings. Some of the most stable, ambitious people in the world, David." "Why?" She laughed. "If you had a little brother and had the money, would you? If you had a lover? For a son? A grandson?" I nodded. She continued, "The Siblings have based much of their stability on the Brothers of the Society, David. We would give anything to keep that part of our life constant. People pay thousands for therapy, we do the same." "That's a pretty hefty sum." She shrugged, "My mother was much more successful than my father. But she relaxed when he was in the same room as her. She could be faced with the worst of her professional fears and he .." She shrugged again. "Plus it's an investment. Anybody that the Brothers will accept will force success out of the world around them." "I still don't understand." She sighed, "Most of the Siblings have never been with a Brother, so it's not about sex David. It's about taking a plane to the home of a Brother, and being accepted into his/her protection for however long you want. For Siblings, there's always somewhere safe. There's always a home. We all do it for different reasons but that one. That one is worth almost everything else we do for the Brothers. As for the Brothers, most people give to charities. The Brothers give to future Brothers. Money much better spent in my opinion. Tey make sure that future Brothers have the means at their disposal to do whatever they want." "I could just sit on this." I said pointing at the planner. "Why didn't you ask for a crest immediately?" I stared at her. "I can't deny it to you. 20000 Siblings at your disposal if you wear a crest. All you have to do is ask." I sat quietly. "I won't deny you." I nodded. "Think about it. How many men after everything I've done the last couple of days, wouldn't have me naked and beneath them in that hotel room?" She stared at me. "The Brothers don't make mistakes like that, David. Everything in there is your due. We know you'll use it to get what you want from the world and when the time comes you will gladly give to a future Brother his due also." The waiter came by with our food interrupting our conversation. We ate in silence as I absorbed how completely my situation had changed. Behind the door of Brotherhood were a dozen other doors that they held open for me. As I ate, I looked through each one carefully inside my mind. At the end of my investigation little in my future plans had changed. My life plan was still what I wanted. The only change was that now I could afford it. Melisa filled the air with talk of her sorority. She wanted me to go to the semi-formal with her next week. I nodded acceptance absentmindedly. I could feel the mental ground beneath my feet quickly solidifying. Decisions on what do and what not to do were being made as rapidly as the questions presented themselves. "The house keys?" I asked Melisa. "It's to Sheryl's place." "Sheryl?" "The Sibling that was with Dr. Ryan." "Oh." I said. "Be careful with her if you move in before June." "Why?" I asked. "She wants Dr. Ryan's crest, but has not decided yet." "What?" "A Sibling can be crested by a Brother which means she's only available to that Brother. She belongs to him. It's a Sibling's decision. A Brother can ask, but that's it. On the other hand no Brother can actually deny a Sibling if they decide they want to wear a Brother's crest. Most don't do it. But it has happened." I nodded curiously. "Anyway Sheryl wants Dr. Ryan's crest, but has not asked for it yet." "I'm confused. She wants it but hasn't asked. But you say she doesn't have to ask." I said. "That's okay so she's just as confused. She wasn't raised as a Sibling and has only been accepted as one for a few months. That's why you have to be careful." Melisa replied smiling brightly. "Okay, that makes it all better." I replied almost sarcastically. "Be nice." "So I can move in anytime." She nodded. I decided against that. My life was in for some turmoil but it was better to put as much of it off until after finals. The summer would give me plenty of my own time to deal with the new situations in my life. I was better off staying in the dorm until the end of summer. The rest of the meal went smoothly from there. We sat and talked about little things in each other's life. It was 6:30 before we decided to leave. She drove us to Sheryl's house to show me where it was. I wanted to see the inside so I stepped out of the car and walked up to the door. She followed behind me. I opened the door and stepped inside. It was clean, very nicely set up. I was in a hallway that had steps to the second floor directly in front of me, down the hallway I could see the kitchen, to the right I saw a set of sliding doors to what must be the living room. I heard steps upstairs. I waited by the front door patiently. The first thing I saw coming down the steps were well-formed muscular thighs in what seemed to be a short nightie. I recognized the hair framing an attractive face. Two steps from the bottom, she stopped to study me. She gave me a thorough once over clearly noticing the new ring on my left hand. She looked behind me, I could feel Melisa nod to her. "Hi, I'm Sheryl." she said to me in sincere politeness. "Hello. David." I replied. She just stared at me uncomfortably. I smiled at her trying to relax her. She had a pristine complexion without looking like a porcelain doll. I was at a loss for words. When I could see the white ring on her right hand, I relaxed. I smiled at her again. I looked behind to Melisa. "Have you been here before?" I asked. She nodded. "Would you give me a guided tour?" I looked to Sheryl smiling, "Unless you want to?" She smiled back and pointed toward the sliding doors. She came to the bottom of the steps. I noticed she was about an inch taller than me. This would normally have annoyed me. I don't like women that are in that one to two inch taller than me range. It has nothing to do with a height complex, it's just uncomfortable for me. With Sheryl, I guess her interest in Dr. Ryan put her in a zone where her height didn't matter so I wasn't uncomfortable. She pushed the door aside and motioned me into the living room. The first thing I noticed was the TV. It was huge. The room had obviously been decorated by a female. The colors were diffused bright ones. The furniture had obviously been chosen for comfort without sparing expense. Or at least someone hadn't been looking at the balance owed when they bought it. There was one of those massive system of couches that people only see in furniture stores. The kind that is L-shaped and comes in 5 pieces. The living room itself was much larger than what it seemed from outside. To my left, back towards the front of the house, was a set of glass and wooden doors. I looked at Sheryl, nodded towards the doors and raised an eyebrow. She smiled. I noticed Melisa started smiling after she saw my gesture. I got the feeling something had clicked in my folder. I walked to the doors. I admired the woodwork. I could swear the wooden parts of the door were oak. I opened both doors at the same time and looked into the room. How far my situation had come in the last few days struck me with one glance inside? I looked back at the women. Sheryl was having a hard time containing laughter. Melisa tried to look innocent. It would have worked much better if she had learned how to take the smug look out of her eyes. The room was about 15 feet by 20 feet, with about 12 foot ceilings. The dimensions of the house were becoming an astonishment to me. Whoever had designed had kept the corridors as narrow as possible to give the most possible space to the rooms. The furniture in the room was to my dream taste. Everything was obviously expensive wood. I could see the bed was definitely oak. Only oak gives something that look of solidity. It had a natural dark brown wood finish to it; large without being imposing. There was a large drawer set, and one bureau taking up the space across the bed. The hardwood floor had obviously been newly placed in. All different types of dried flowers and gargoyle faces liberally decorated the walls. I walked to the middle of the room at the foot of the bed and enjoyed the atmosphere. The room was spartan in its decoration. All in all, there was only the bed, the drawer set, the bureau, flowers and gargoyles furnishing the room but everything spoke of intimate knowledge of things I had caressed in stores. I stood in the middle of the room for a good five minutes. I turned around to see Melisa and Sheryl leaning on either side of the doorway. I stood staring at both of them. I smiled at Sheryl as I walked to about a yard in front of Melisa. I just looked at her for a moment. At 5 foot 1, she was five inches shorter than me. I had always considered this my absolutely favorite height for a woman. The layered blonde hair, two shades from platinum. The green eyes so striking in a blonde. She wasn't actually my type. Which made my attraction to her, to some extent, amazing to me. While she was the right height, she was too small for my normal tastes. I'm short for a guy at 5'6 but my build makes me look much larger so I dwarfed her as far as size was concerned. I prefered much more solid females. I stared at her wondering where she would take me in all of this. I saw Sheryl close the door on her side, move through the living room, and slide the doors closed. I looked up at her as the doors were about to completely separate us. She winked at me, nodded and finished closing the doors. I looked back at Melisa. She was smiling again. That smug little smile I was becoming used to. I knew to a great extent she was planning my life out for me, normally this would have had me scratching at walls. I looked down deep into green eyes. I could see trust and a few things I admitted to myself I was not prepared to acknowledge. Yet. I wondered at it. She willingly admitted that she had been waiting for me. Planning much of this. Probably planning her life with me. Would I somehow disappoint her expectations? Not yet. Hopefully never. I reached up to stroke her face with my hand. Here was acceptance of things, we kept hidden from the rest of the world. For now that had to be enough. I reached down to kiss her lips. She kissed back. A small kiss. Holding in it a promise of what was to come for now. And more; what was to come tommorow, and every day after it. I stopped stroking her face, reached down to take her ring hand. I looked at the ring knowing she would wear my crest on it when I was ready to face every promise in her eyes. I turned around and led her to the bed. I stopped a yard from it, and pulled her in front of me. I looked down at her waiting. "One promise at a time, Sibling." I said to her quietly. She nodded up to me. I could see the thin sheen of tears in her eyes. "One promise at a time." I thought to myself. I walked forward into her, until she backed up with the back of her legs up against the bed. I kept moving forward, until she fell back onto the bed. I stood there with her legs between mine. I looked down at her. Her body was the picture of symmetry. I got on the bed, with my knees on either side of her waist. I straddled her. She reached up to run her hands down my abdomen, and scratch her nails down my slacks. I felt myself harden inside them. Mine. All mine. I took her hands in mine, and pulled her up to me into a sitting position. This managed to get most of her body on the bed. Her face was below my chest. She looked up at me. I smiled down at her. Two nights ago, I had taken control of the seduction. Now, I was exerted it. Her eyes spoke of trust, and expectation. I unbuttoned my shirt; removed it. She reached up and used her nails along my chest. I reached down and pulled the t-shirt over my head. She kept at work with her nails, harder this time. Expectation slowly being taken over by desire; need. She moved her head forward to score my stomach with her teeth. I unbelted my slacks, undid the button and zipper. Her hands reached inside the opening, widening it. I reached back behind myself; took off my shoes and socks. I had to lean back to do this. She seized the opportunity to use her nails on my chest again. Leaning forward, she used her teeth on me on the muscle right beneath my bellybutton. I pushed my hips toward her in reaction. She stopped. She leaned back on her hands, looked to me with darkened eyes. I could see the passion begin to flood her senses. I straightened up and pushed my briefs and slacks down my thighs. Keeping eye contact, I raised first one knee and then the other forcing my pants and briefs onto my calves. I straightened up, back on my knees. I stared at her. She studied me as she had on the morning of the first interviews. This time I felt no embarrassment. She sat up and moved to where her lips where inches from my abdomen. I felt my dick make intermittent contact with the skin on her neck and shoulders. She pushed herself forward, tried to reach around me to push what left of clothes off my body. I took over the responsibility, pushing my slacks, and briefs onto the floor next to the bed. She straightened up again. She was staring at my body from up close. She reached out to stroke whatever part of my body caught momentary fascination. Finally, she stroked down from my chest, staring up at me, down my stomach, between my hips. She wrapped her right hand around the base of my dick, using the left to caress my ball sac. I felt my dick jerk at her touch. She let go to run her nails down my thighs and lie back on the bed. She carefully placed her hands above her head crossing them at the wrists. I looked down at her, wondering where to begin, buying myself time to regain control. Every part of my body wanted to take, and take. The look in her eyes now, urged me on to do exactly that. A small part behind my eyes somewhere kept yelling a motto for control. I didn't want to take, I wanted to conquer. The voice behind my eyes kept up the litany. Control. Control. Finally, I could feel my breathing slow down. I could feel my body rev down from the sexual peak. Melisa looked up at me, disappointment was there in her eyes, but in the depths.. Respect and joy. One promise at a time. I reached down to unbutton the top part of her suit. "This must be getting uncomfortable." I said to her. She smiled at me stretching. I spread the unbuttoned top, and started to pull the blouse out from the skirt. When I had pulled the front out completely, she sat up again. I reached underneath the suit top at the shoulders and pushed it down and off her arms. I tossed it towards where my own clothes rested on the floor. I reached down to the waist of her blouse and started to pull that off her body. She extended her arms above her head to help. As soon, as the blouse was no longer on her body she lay back again. She was a wearing a powder blue bra. I have a thing for colored underwear. I reached down to run a lone fingerpad along her stomach wall, up to and along the exposed parts of her breasts. I used the same finger to run circles on her neck. Finally, I placed it gently on her lips only to lean forward to replace it with my own lips. It was the deepest kiss we had shared thus far. It whispered of every promise I could read in her eyes. I pulled up on it. I stared into her eyes, using my fingers to trace the bone structure of her face. I reached down again, open-mouthed to taste her lips with my tongue. She opened her mouth, allowing my tongue access to taste hers. I stayed for a time; kissing, tasting, sharing. We had time, and I meant to drink long and deep of this woman. As we continued kissing, I reached above her head to place my left hand above her head for balance instead of leaning on both hands. With my right, I began to investigate the body being offered to me. I only used my fingerpads to touch her. I ran them along her left side and across her stomach. I stopped to circle her bellybutton with one fingerpad, I finished the run across her stomach. I went lower to where her skirt started and ran a lone finger from right to left and back again along skin and skirt. I ran as much of my hand as I could contact with her skin back to her left side, and ran the hand up her left front until I was cupping the bottom of her left breast with my thumb and index finger paranthesing her nipple. I squeezed as gently as I could pulling her breast towards me at the same time. I opened my hand releasing her breast. I ran my palm across the point of her breast. I circled my palm on the point of her breast. I replaced my left hand with my right hand as my balancing point. I continued kissing her. With my left hand this time, I ran my fingerpads down her side and across her stomach. Again, I circled her bellybutton with a lone fingerpad. I finished the run across to the left side of her body. I went lower, again, to where her skirt started and ran a lone finger from left to right and back again. I ran as much of my hand as I could touch her skin with with back to her right side. I ran my palm up and cupped the bottom of her right breast this time. Again, I squeezed gently, and pulled her breast towards my body. I opened the hand releasing her breast. I ran the palm across the point of her breast, and finished the motions with palm circles. I ran the hand up her neck, over face to her hair, and circled her wrist. I took my right hand and grabbed her other wrist. I lay down on top of her, somehow I managed to deepen the kisses. A sense of urgency entered them that had not been present before this moment. I took some of my weight off her. I broke the kiss to taste her neck with small touches of my tongue. I placed my teeth carefully at the juncture of neck and shoulder and gently began to apply pressure; increasing it slowly. She arched her back until the head of my dick contacted with her lower stomach. She must have felt the pressure because she pushed herself up in that area to make more contact. I held her in place with my teeth, lowering my weight to force her back down on the bed. I bit my way down to her shoulder. I pulled my head back and went back down again to hold her; biting her at the juncture of chin and neck. I sat up, and held myself from putting weight on her. I stared down at her closed eyes. I could see she was breathing a little harder now. I started running my hands back and forth on her stomach slowly. I let my own breath slow down to a more normal pace. Up and down, a steady rhythm until consummation and if she went over the top too soon, then I'd wait for her to rise again. I smiled down at her. Mine. I put both hands at her side and pulled to signal I wanted her to sit up. She did. I reached behind her to undo the bra. She raised her hands away from my hips where she had put them to hold her balance, and held them above her head again. I slid the straps off her arms. I used my hips to push forward into her, she took the message and lay back down. I tossed the bra aside, and went back to running my hands around her upper body. I concentrated this time to keep her nipples as the center of my touching. I didn't make contact with them but I kept the motions heading towards them, or circling around them. Finally, I used on finger to circle as close to the extended portion of her nipple without actually touching it. I gave the other nipple the same treatment. I lowered my head down to touch my tongue to her right nipple. I reached to the right and touched her left nipple with my tongue also. I sat back up again, and continued just touching her skin with my hands with the nipples as the untouched center of attention. She began to wriggle from side to side with the occasional pushing up at the chest trying to get me to touch her nipples. Her nipples were exactly the kind I preferred. I started circling both without actually touching, making a careful study. The actual nipple didn't jut out very far and wasn't very large. I had never found large nipples attractive, so I shouldn't have been surprised. Melisa was tailor made for my more obvious preferences and everything about her that wasn't to my taste wasn't to my dislike, just in a different direction. Like having green eyes, instead of my preferred blue; it was just different and not at all unpleasant. I reached down to take her right nipple in my mouth and applied a small amount of suction while running my tongue across it. I stopped and performed the same action to her left nipple. Her breath exploded out of her lungs. Her hands reached up to grab hair, she used the grip to pull me up to her face. She took control for just enough time to demand a kiss. I gave it to her. Our tongues touched. Tasted. She pushed her body up to me by the simple expedient of putting her feet on the bed to push , and using my hair to pull her self up. "Enough, David." she whispered sinking her teeth into my shoulder. I couldn't agree more. I reached behind her to undo her skirt. I sat up. She lay down and lifted her hips from the bed. I stepped off the bed, I undid the zipper at the back of the skirt; opening it up. I grabbed skirt and panties at her hips and started to pull them off her legs. At mid-thigh, I pulled her legs up in front of me, and knelt back on the bed. I walked on my knees until my dick made contact with the skin at the back of her thighs. I let go off of her clothing to run my hands down the side of her what was exposed of her thighs, down to her hips, to take a grip on waist. I used that grip to pull her body closer to me. I ran my hands back onto her hips, up her thighs, and kept moving upward pushing panties and skirt off her thighs, up to her knees, along her calves, and off her feet. The clothes fell next to her as I ran my hands back down on the outside of her legs. I kept the pressure of my hands pushing inwards to keep legs together. I knelt up fully, and let go of her legs. She dropped them one on either side of me, until they got to my hips. There she pulled them into my hips and used them to guide her slide down to where she could wrap her legs around my thighs at her knees. She lay there spread before me with one leg wrapped around each of my thighs. She was breathing faster now, and I could feel my own, almost painful pace of filling and emptying lungs. "Fuck" I cursed. She opened her green eyes to look at my face. I must have looked angry and lost at the same time. She laughed and used my thighs as an anchor to sit herself up to take a grip of both my sides with her hands. She pulled me down on top of her. "Pill" she said laughing gloriously at me as she moved her hands to pull my lips to where I could be kissed. I was at the edge of control and surrendered to it. I took charge of the kiss as soon as our lips contacted. I wanted and was tired of waiting. I reached my right hand down underneath her thigh and pulled her leg up to encircle my hip. She followed suit with her right leg by her own. I felt her hand chase down my side, between our stomachs to take a grip on my dick. I felt her hand trying to guide me to her. I felt the head of my dick butt into moisture. Her entire body spasmed and she bumped my forehead with hers. Neither of us reacted to it, she lost in the contact's pleasure, me in the in-between breath of waiting. She gained control again, and guided my dick back to her, I felt a softer touch of moisture this time. I could feel the tip of my dick opening her for me. I pushed my hips forward forcing myself inside her. I felt the encircling of the head of my hard-on with moist velvet pressure. I pulled my head back, and took a deep intake of breath in search of a semblance of control. Melisa had different ideas. She let go of my dick, to place both hands on my hips; I felt her try to use her legs to pull deeper inside her. The deep breath had helped though. I held myself just inside her. When she tried to pull me down, I pushed my hips away to keep the depth I was seated inside her constant. She dug her nails into my hips in protest. She released the pressure of her legs, and sank her hips back onto the bed. I followed her, again keeping just the head of my hard-on inside her. When her mid-torso was fully on the bed, I spread my left knee a little to the side, widening my stance. I reached my left hand over her head for balance, and pushed my right hand beneath her to just below her lower back. With this, I began to use my leverage to push myself deeper inside her at a torturously slow pace. I went as deep into her as I could at that angle. I pulled my hand from her lower back, to her hip. I reached down to kiss her. She kissed me back with an open-mouth reaching her tongue out and into my mouth. She reached to grab my waist with both hands. She used that hold to hitch her hips up and towards her head seating me completely inside her. The motion and added depth snapped my control. I pulled back and thrust in hard. Two more frantic thrusts and... I felt her arching her back and reaching her hands onto the sides of my chest to dig and scratch at me in reaction. I pulled back and thrust again. Her own control snapped. I felt a flood of wetness on my dick; a sudden increase in heat. She pulled me down fully on top of her and bit just into the soft spot between shoulder and chest painfully. The pain snapped my control back into place. I could still feel the maddening pressure from my dick, but my mind had cleared. I thrust deep into her again, forcing another spasm, but this time I held myself deep inside her. I dug my hips into her, and circled them. I stopped and held. She came down off the high quickly. I pulled myself almost completely out and began a controlled thrust inside her. I could feel a minute increase in the pressure from my dick. I held at depth letting the minute increase subside; when it did I pulled myself almost completely out again and began the same controlled thrust. I kept this up until I felt her breathing spike again. She began to move her hips in circular motion trying to spike my own pleasure. I smiled to myself. The motion was increasing the inward pressure produced by each thrust on my body, the holding at the depth of her wasn't quite reducing the pleasure enough. I felt myself dancing closer and closer to the edge. Her breathing started becoming more and more laborous, and the motion of her hips more pronounced. I could feel the pressure at my dick increasing; the thrust into her became less controlled as I began to react to the pressure by applying more power to each stroke. She stopped the circular motion and started to try to match my thrusting. We weren't synchronized, but that made it worse. She would shorten some of my thrusts by meeting me beyond the halfway point. Other times, she would lengthen the thrust by pulling back from me. Control snapped again. I laid my chest on top of hers. I reached my hands underneath her to cup her ass. I used the hold to keep her pussy in place, as I started to thrust desperately in and out of her. I felt her hands reaching to my back as her breath starting coming in heated pants. She drove her nails into my back. I started thrusting faster and harder; I could feel the edge. I held her ass harder as the pace increased even more. It started. I felt my stomach contract as in the last thrust I came inside her. I placed my face into her neck, and bit her. I grinded my hips into her as the orgasm exploded through me, and into her. I felt her gasp and spasm around me as my mid-orgasm motion took her over the top. I wanted to stop moving but the pleasure from my sensitized dick was too much, I kept grinding making small thrusts. I felt her spasm yet again. All motion stopped as suddenly as the last drive over the edge started. I lay on top her with my hands underneath her body, joined at the hips. I could hear her whispering to me; I still don't know what. I could feel her running her hands up and down my back: I could feel her breath slowing down as it blew onto my ear. I sat up onto my knees, using my hands beneath her to pull her up to me. She gasped and held onto me tightly. I had felt myself settling and didn't want to be on top of her, but didn't want to break contact either. I aligned myself with the length of the bed and carefully brought my legs around so that I was sitting down with her sitting straddled on my lap. Somewhere in the time after orgasm and my beginning to settle I had quietly slipped out of her. I lay back pulling her down on top of me. She came easily with one knee on each side of my hips. She looked at me for a moment before we started to softly kiss again. After a few more minutes, I could feel her wriggling in discomfort at the position. She kissed me one last time and sat up making straddling my hips much more comfortably. She ran her nails on my stomach in the same motions I had used on her sometime ago. Her hair perfectly framed her face as she concentrated on keeping contact with only her nails on my skin. She looked down at me with a smug smile, I could see green flashes of humor in the depth of her eyes. The door opened up and Sheryl peeked inside. Melisa looked over and waved at her. Sheryl walked into the room, nonchalantly walked up and knelt onto the bed. She crawled up to where she was positioned next to Melisa. She looked down at me. I smiled at her exhaustedly. She gave me the exact same smug smile Melisa had just given me. She reached up to turn Melisa's face towards her own. She stared deeply into Melisa's eyes for a moment. She looked down at me and nodded. She turned back to Melisa, she took her other hand and pushed Melisa's hair back and away from her face. With her hands framing Melisa's face, Sheryl pulled her into a deep kiss. I stared up at them curiously. I could feel my body stirring interestedly but I knew Sheryl was off-limits. I watched as the kiss deepened and then deepened some more. They broke the kiss only to look at each other, completely ignoring me. Something I didn't know was going on here, but I didn't want to interrupt their moment by asking what. Sheryl gently stroked Melisa's face. She sat back on her heels. She looked down at me saying "I guessed you like your new room, huh?" Melisa and I looked at her and started laughing. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /