The perceived target of the Dominatrix's attention provoked the girl to grimaces that exposed white teeth gnawing at the leather bit. She'd fought the... device—not its emplacement but rather its effect. Speech is a manifestation of control, and its absence nulls pretense and conceit: there are lies you want to tell and there are truths you must speak. In time frustration had yielded to a language in which each naked, tongueless vocalization conveyed an importunate emotion. The Dominatrix had. I was surprised, but accepted and actually enjoyed myself. Fortunately I had enough sense and pocket cash to pick up the check.A few weeks later, I got a phone call at the dorm."Hello, this is Steve," I answered the phone."Hi Steve, this is Anne. I enjoyed the spaghetti last month, and had hoped to hear from you before this." was what I heard.I was astounded! I had assumed that the man should always be the one to take the lead in a relationship, but realized that I didn't have a problem with. "Damn she remarks, I'm sure glad you kept in shape since we left high school." And as she admires how good his body looks she gives him kisses on his spine that make his body tingle. Starting with his shoulders she works her way all the down to his lower back, admiring every bulge and cut along the way. When she finally gets to his lower back she stops. Waits a moment, then they remove his underwear.So far James had kept himself under control. But now that they were both naked and had flipped. Her breasts were the perfect size to be cupped in my hands and when I complemented how round and firm they were she told me how proud she had always been of “my titties”. But for me her best feature was her legs: long, elegant and perfectly toned, I soon found out what her secret was. She was a dance teacher, and her legs were a product of the hours that she danced every day. “Turn around”, I told her. She rolled over so that I could massage her back. Like a cat being pleasured, she was soon.