play with yourself,” he said matter of factly, rather as if he’d asked to see how
brushed my hair. I sat down. I didn’t want him to see this. I agreed, but I was
looking for a way out of it. I sat down, leaned against the big chair and pulled
a pillow behind me. I showed him. It was very weird. He was paying so much
attention to me that it became flattering. I was very shy at first, but he
gently encouraged me and he was right, I didn’t want him to leave. It seemed
stupid to have had rather intimate sex with him, but draw the line at this. I was
close to coming when the doorbell rang. I stopped dead, as if they’d know I was
doing this if I kept it up. J took a $20 from his wallet and handed it to me.
“That’s the Pizza delivery man. Tell him to keep the change.” I stood up and
reached for my robe. “No. Like that.” J said, “You can hide behind the door, at
first, but open it all the way and let him see you when you pay him and take the
pizza.”
I realized later that J was a master of contradictions. I flirt, therefore he
puts me into situations where I’m afraid to flirt. He gets me horny and then
changes what’s happening so I can’t do anything about it. I like to make people
notice me and he makes me the center of attention so I can’t do anything to be
noticed more. I like to lead men on and he takes control. He is the master, but
he’ll only stay until I tell him to go. J is a head trip, a royal head trip.
He’s also kind of cute, not just physically, but in how he manipulates me to do
more than I want or than I dare. Look at what he did to me. He insists that I
masturbate for him. He watches me the whole time, but keeps me off balance when
get near coming so that I’m incredibly horny and he won’t quite let me come.
…End of the part17. To be continued..
