Illuminatio Mea in Tenebris

[Katiesub]

Closed for Katiesub and CGRaven

Cathy and Katie were celebrating the finalization of Katie’s divorce by having lunch at The Tower, high atop the bank building in their medium-sized town. As they ate and reminisced about college days, looking out over the campus of the college they had both attended and where now Cathy worked in the admissions office, the dark days of the end of Katie’s marriage, the separation, and the divorce wrangling faded into the background.

As they drank their postprandial coffee, Cathy broke into a conspiratorial smile and spoke lowly so that ears at neighboring tables couldn’t catch her words. “So, tell me. Who are you dating? I know that you were seeing that Eric from work a while back. Are you two still an item?”

Katie’s eyes grew somber. “No, I’m not dating anyone. Yes, I was seeing Eric for a while. I went out a few times with a couple other people, too, people introduced to me by matchmaking friends at work. But not now. Not anymore.”

“’Not anymore’? You sound like you’ve given up! Come on. This is Cathy. What gives?”

Katie shrugged. “No magic. Really, there hasn’t been any for me since long before Chris and I broke up.”

“Magic? What are we talking here? Chemistry? Love? Those things take some time, you know. You're not looking for 'love at first sight' like we were back in college, are you?"

Katie looked up and into Cathy’s eyes and her jaw set purposefully. “Ok. I’ve not talked about this to anyone but my gyne, but we’ve never hidden anything from each other. I’ve not had an orgasm for more than a year. I just can’t. Not with Chris. Not with Eric. Not by myself. Nada. No man wants to be with a frigid woman, and I’m tired of going through the motions. Or gyrations. Or whatever. I hardly even get wet. And yes, I know about lube. It’s been the only way I’ve been able to do anything with anyone.”

Cathy’s eyes widened. “You’ve tried ‘other ways’? You know, toys?”

“I could pay for everyone’s lunch here today with what I’ve spent on vibrators, Cathy. And lubes and oils? Lubes, scented lubes, flavored lubes, heating lubes and whatever they call lubes that make you feel cold. With a partner, with a partner and a vibrator. Yadda, yadda, yadda. And nada.” The look on Katie’s face was fierce, almost as if she dared Cathy to suggest anything else so that she could say she’d tried that, too, but there was also a deep sadness underlying her demeanor. The slump of her shoulders and the despair in her eyes told all.

Now Cathy’s jaw set as she leaned over and put her hand over Katie’s. “You’ve talked to your gyne and there’s nothing physical, right?” At Katie’s nod, Cathy continued. “There’s an adjunct professor at the college who teaches some psych classes they’ve added in the past few years. He also consults, I understand. The student workers in my office, the girls anyway, say that he’s one of the best teachers they’ve ever had. My understanding is that he’s very feminist-friendly, and he’s a leader on campus for issues like date-rape and women’s health."

"But I’ve heard other things, even better, about his private consulting. I overheard a couple women at lunch the other day. One was telling the other how he had ‘opened up another world’ to her. I didn’t know what she meant until she said a little later ‘Now I know every time I open my legs I’m going to explode sooner or later!’”

Katie shook her head. “No, I don’t think there’s anything that he can do for me. I’m not going to waste my money on anything like that.”

Cathy took both Katie’s hands into hers. “I looked into it, Katie. I, well, I thought maybe he might give me a little lift, too. I’ve not made any appointment, but I found that he has a one-time fee, no matter the number of consults. Free initial consult. And he guarantees satisfaction.” Cathy burst into giggles as she emphasized the word “satisfaction.” “Sorry, pun intended.”

“Ok, I’ll think about it.”

Two weeks later, 8 text messages from Cathy -- all the same “made that appointment yet?” -- and a bit of checking on her own into the man’s background and Katie was waiting in the anteroom of his college office. She didn’t really know what she expected the man would look like, but it certainly wasn't the man who came out of the office talking to a pair of coeds.

 

[cgraven]

Edward Fitzgerald had come to Mont Holyoke College for the academic solitude to peruse his research. The once elite women’s college a hot bed of the feminist movement of the 60’s along with its sister Smith College just up the road in Northampton had gone coeducational yet attracted few male students partially because of the isolation of South Hadley. Though Mont Holyoke was where he taught at the undergraduate level, it was at Smith, in the small rural city of Northampton that he perused his research an did his consulting as part of the combined student health center.

He remember the call the stress and alarm in her voice, the pleading, then with a sigh he simply said.

“Cathy I will see if I can make room in my schedule for your friend Katie is it?………..”

He ran his fingers through the disarray of his ginger hair that showed a touch of sliver at the temples.

“…………. But it is she that most call and she must come because she wants not because you think it is the best thing for her Cathy.”

That was two weeks ago, then Cathy’s friend called and an appointment made. The first time that Katie laid eyes on Dr. Edward Fitzgerald , PHD he was emerged from his office with talking to a pair of Mont Holyoke coeds. They were dressed in the retro preppy look that was so popular at the moment. He on the other hand was dressed in a worn sport’s coat, jeans, and loafers with a simple oxford shirt, the very image of a bygone day, yet there was a pleasant air of confidence about him. As the giggling young coeds went about their business Edward turned to greet the young woman that sat in the waiting room of his office. It was obvious she was not a student her demeanor spoke of confidence, her ensemble flattered her petite figure. Her blonde hair, natural, worn short, and in a very professional manner. But it was her eyes, the glasses she wore that drew the viewer to her stunning hazel eyes.

“Katie!”

His voice was dark, rich, deep, and loss somewhere between a bass and a baritone. A voice that was felt as much as it was heard. Fitzgerald held out his had to her in greeting.

“ Come in won’t you.”

His office was plain no nonsense almost utilitarian but at the same time full of rich wood tones. It was a man’s office and it made no pretenses or apologies for being so.

“Katie before we start is there any questions you have of me?”

 

[Katiesub]

She followed him into his office and her initial perception of him strengthened. Office very ... ohhhhh... "British, I'd say," she thought. She looked quickly to see if there were the traditional psych couch and wondered where he stashed his curved briar pipe. Heavy dark furniture and heavy dark paneling.

Questions.

She wanted to say "Yes, when are you going to tell us what happened to the Hobbits after the Great War?" but refrained. Instead, she found the one chair in the office that wouldn't require her to be almost supine to sit in it and turned to him brightly. Her nervously rehearsed speech came back to her and she began blurting it out, "Yes, I'm here because my friend Cathy suggested that maybe you could help me with a problem of mine. [at that point her memory failed her and somebody else started speaking through her, each word following more quickly upon the other until the final sentence was spoken so fast the Olympic 100 yard dash champion could not have followed it] At least she seems to think it's a problem. I mean, some might think it's a problem, but I'm ok with it. I think I'm ok with it, anyway, so I don't really know why I'm here, except that it's easier than ducking Cathy's phone calls and text messages and maybe you might at least give me some pills or something and my problem won't be a problem to me ... or her ... or ... [here her voice broke] whatever."

My face was red from embarassment as I turned away and began to rise from my chair to leave. "I'm sorry. This is a mistake, I think."

 

[cgraven]

The look that flashed in the depth of the young blonde’s striking hazel eyes was a look he had seen so many times before. A look that said she expected him to pull out a calabash pipe any moment, or draw a half hidden violin from a shelf. The look that said You Must be Kidding. A look that without knowing him in the least wrote him off as some Neanderthal professor from a bygone era. Fitzgerald held his tongue and waited to Katie finally did speak.

"Yes, I'm here because my friend Cathy suggested that maybe you could help me with a problem of mine……………

Still he remained silent waiting, waiting for what would come next.

………. At least she seems to think it's a problem. I mean, some might think it's a problem, but I'm ok with it. I think I'm ok with it, anyway, so I don't really know why I'm here, except that it's easier than ducking Cathy's phone calls and text messages and maybe you might at least give me some pills or something and my problem won't be a problem to me ... or her ... or .……..

The words came tumbling like a brook rushing from the mountains to the sea, a mad babbling rush of words and half thoughts spoken before they could be stopped, a pointed pause and then and exasperated half mumbled,

”……..whatever."

“Katie are you here for your friend Cathy or for yourself? ……..Do you have a problem?“

His voice was soft dark rich but his eyes were piercing as if they could see the deepest secrets of her soul.

“If you are here to placate Cathy then there is nothing I can do for you. If you are here for Katie then I shall see what I can do to help. ….’

He paused fro a moment to give the obviously distraught young beauty a moment to catch her breath.

“Tell me what is the problem.”


His dark eyes had soften, eyes one could drown in if one was not very careful.

 

[Katiesub]

As she turned to go, she took one look back and was stunned at the disappointment she saw, not on his face, but in his eyes. Those eyes! She was riveted by his gaze, and those eyes spoke to her not in hints but in entire sentences.

His voice was but the vehicle for the books that his eyes could speak, did speak, to her.

She saw that his eyes changed from expressing their disappointment to revealing how easily he had cut through her bravado, her embarrassment, and her true dismay at her problem.

She sat again, barely noticing that she was doing so, and found her words, now her true words, flowing. There was no hint of embarrassment now, for there was no longer a need for it. He had already seen her soul; there was nothing that she could reveal that would surprise or shock him.

"I'm not here to get Cathy off my case, Professor? Dr.? Fitzgerald. I'm here because I was a failure to my husband, and a failure to others after that. I'm even a falure to myself. I can't get aroused sexually. It's as if there's some sort of shield over the parts of my body that used to be sensitive. Parts of my body? I used to be an entire erogenous zone, at times. But what's worse, that shield is not just physical, it's mental. I can't even think of anything arousing, and my mind turns off when someone touches me or even talks to me about being with me."

"I thought I could just ignore the whole thing and become asexual. I thought I could just, by the power of my will, decide that sex wasn't important to me and go on with my life. But the thing I can't turn off, what isn't shielded, is a need for connecting with someone physically ... with being loved by someone and expressing that love."

"So, yes. I have a problem. And now you know how pitiful I am."

All during the time of her confession, she was looking deep into his eyes. When she was speaking the truth, they welcomed, even drew her. If, in forming her words before speaking, she even contemplated hiding something or sugarcoating it, she saw a disapproving fire there and she amended her speech to truth.

 

[cgraven]

Fitzgerald watch as Katie looked over her shoulder at hi her hand on the door knob then slowly her hand slipped from it and she returned and slowly took a seat.

"I'm not here to get Cathy off my case, Professor? Dr.? Fitzgerald. I'm here because I was a failure to my husband, and a failure to others after that. I'm even a failure to myself. I can't get aroused sexually……………”

She had taken the first faltering step and with that step a floodgate seemed to break and the words came pouring out. He simply listen, holding her soul captive in his gaze. A gaze that told Katie he would except nothing but the truth.


"So, yes. I have a problem. And now you know how pitiful I am."

“You can cal me Fitzgerald Doctor, or Professor would be a bit two stuffy and Edward a bit to familiar.”

He paused and took out a calabash pipe and laid it on the table beside him. A prop to see what her reaction would be.

“I noticed that you did not mention work or a career Katie and I do not see you sitting at home knitting or waiting for hubby to come home and give you an allowance.”

Again he held her bared soul in his gaze and saw the hesitation in her eyes.


“Tell me about your career and the joys you get from it Katie.”

 

[Katiesub]

Katie explosion of words wrung the last semblance of energy from her. The doctor's words that followed sunk in a full minute after he actually spoke them.

While she mulled the words over in her head, her eyes began to focus and she noticed the calabash pipe. What had she said to herself upon her arrival? Something about pipes. Yes. She had thought he was a briar pipe man, probably one with a good curve.

"I'd pegged you for more of a briar, not a calabash, Doctor. A nice, maybe free-form, briar, maybe an Oom Paul, not a calabash. Don't you find them a bit pretentious? You do know, don't you, that a calabash is never mentioned once in the entire Holmes body of work?"

How did he do that? she thought. How did he get her talking about her career? Visibly shaken, she looked at him, hard, and the eyes did it again.

"My career? I don't know what that has to do with my problem, but I'm the owner of a string of 41 tobacconist shops in the US and Canada. I started working for my father, and I really got interested in the buying and selling of briar, meerschaum, finished high quality pipes and rare tobaccos. Even with all the do-gooders today, I have a growing clientele throughout the world via the internet. And before you ask, the answer is yes. I do smoke a pipe. I've got a set of 4 nice little free-form briars, each one unique, that I smoke at home, alone."

"I'm the only woman I know that's successful in a fairly elite group of pipe experts. The briar I commission for my small group of carvers rarely has flaws. It's as if I can see inside the wood and see what's there."

 

[cgraven]

"I'd pegged you for more of a briar, not a calabash, Doctor. A nice, maybe free-form, briar, maybe an Oom Paul, not a calabash. Don't you find them a bit pretentious? You do know, don't you, that a calabash is never mentioned once in the entire Holmes body of work?"

He remained silent his eyes searching her soul as this stunning young beauty seemed to hesitate in answering his question the Calabash a convent diversion eagerly grasped for. Visibly shaken, she looked at him, hard, and the eyes did it again.

"My career? I don't know what that has to do with my problem, but I'm the owner of a string of 41 tobacconist shops in the US and Canada…………………..

There was a confidence as Katie spoke about her career a strength of character, of a family business carried on built upon till with justifiable pride it had become her own.


“………………………I do smoke a pipe. I've got a set of 4 nice little free-form briars, each one unique, that I smoke at home, alone."

Fitzgerald face remained calm unshaken by Katie’s revelation. True some woman had taken to cigars, but the pipe was still the province of men a symbol of academia. A woman with a pipe was a parody, a symbol of backwoods inbreeding, always of clay or corncob not the finest and rarest of briars.

………"I'm the only woman I know that's successful in a fairly elite group of pipe experts. The briar I commission for my small group of carvers rarely has flaws. It's as if I can see inside the wood and see what's there."


Katie was a woman of strength, knew her self worth, a success in her chosen field. A woman in charge.

“ Katie how long have subservient men bored you?”

His unblinking gaze held her soul firmly

“ How long have you longed for someone else to be in charge for once .”

His deep dark voice, the questions he asked cutting through the carefully constructed façade that she presented to the world.

 

[Katiesub]

“ Katie how long have subservient men bored you?”

“ How long have you longed for someone else to be in charge for once ?”

She blinked. The blood drained from her face; she felt light-headed and whispery. Her strength returned as she again fell into his gaze, but not her composure. Her heart was beating strongly now, not fluttering, but the fluttering had fled to a place deep in her core.

She stammered, "How did you guess? No ... how do you know that? No one ... I didn't tell Cathy that; I've never told anyone that."

" I ... that's ... I'd come home from work and Chris would have a nice dinner ready and I'd just feel ... flat. I'd feel guilty for not appreciating him, and for me, guilt and ... desire ... don't work together. Another night, I'd come home and fix him a nice dinner, do everything just right, just like I know he likes things. I'd take a bath, and get all nice and warm and scented and ... he'd ask something like 'Hey, honey, would you like wine? Are you feeling like a red or a white tonight?' and the whole mood would deflate. Usually, I'd get pissy and develop a 'headache' or just go to bed with a book, pretend I'd fallen asleep and ignore him."

In a low voice barely above a whisper, she continued, "That's why I failed as a wife. A wife is supposed to appreciate things like that, isn't she?"

 

[cgraven]

Dr. Edward Fitzgerald had his answer before Katie spoke a single word. He saw the pulse at the hollow of her neck race wildly, those stunning eyes grow as big as saucers and her cheeks kissed with a deep rose blush.


"How did you guess? No ... how do you know that? No one ... I didn't tell Cathy that; I've never told anyone that."

Katie stammered and with those simple words her maidenly blush turned from crimson to Scarlet.

" I ... that's ... I'd come home from work and Chris would have a nice dinner ready and I'd just feel ... flat. I'd feel guilty for not appreciating him, and for me, guilt and ... desire ... don't work together………….

Katie’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she made her confession her last words a self condemnation.

"That's why I failed as a wife. A wife is supposed to appreciate things like that, isn't she?"

Katie’s voice was chocked with emotion a barely audible whisper.

“But that is not what you needed Katie.”

Fitzgerald spoke the simple truth with the conviction of one that seemed to know her deepest and darkest secrets.

His eyes once more took in every detail of the stunning young blonde that stood before him from the top of her little blonde head to the tips of her toes.

“Katie be so kind as to remove your clothes.”

His eyes never left her stunning and expressive eyes. He had made his outrageous request as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His eyes held her soul in their firm but unblinking gaze. Fitzgerald calmly waited Katie’s response.

 

[Katiesub]

Katie staggered, catching herself by and then holding onto the edge of the table beside her. Her knuckles were white, as was her face, as she fought to lock her knees and keep her feet beneath her.

Her gaze was locked in his, her heart pounding, as she removed one hand. Without her bidding, it moved to to cover her mouth. She was the picture of a woman in shock; her jaw shook, her eyelids fluttered, her breath came in gasps as she fought for control.

Her eyes never leaving his, never ascending from their depths to take in any other detail of her surroundings, her right foot lifted up until her left hand could undo the strap, loosen it and push it off. Its heavy, built-up sole clunked unbelievably loudly on the polished wood floor, but went unnoticed by Katie. Her left foot came up, her right hand no longer clutching the table, shoe unclasped and fell as did the other.

Shorter now by 3 inches, and smaller by a mile, she stood in her stockings. The depths of her dive into his eyes had not yet been plumbed, but details of her situation began to swim into her consciousness. Her toes curled, her fingers claws until she consciously loosed her grip, finger by individual finger, and shrugged out of her gray tweed jacket. If fell to the floor unheeded.

She fell deeper into his gaze as her hands lifted to the buttons on her blouse. From the bottom up, each opened at her fumbling until it fell slightly open from top to bottom, the wispy, beige camisole beneath a slightly darker slash across her front. She found the buttons underneath the lacy fringe at the end of each sleeve, and soon the blouse slipped to the floor atop her jacket.

Reaching behind her, she unbuttoned the gray tweed skirt, and then struggled with the zipper. Turning the skirt about her, she easily pulled the zipper down as it rode her right hip, and the skirt fell. She stepped out of the skirt, taking one step forward, clad now in camisole, half slip, panties and pantihose.

She shivered, as if unresolved to continue, but the eyes dragged her deeper. With a barely audible whimper, she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of the half slip and slid it over her hips until it, too, fell to the floor, circling her feet.

Pantihose followed, and even though she had to bend uncomfortably as her body lowered to unroll them from her calves and extricate her feet from their silken clutch, her eyes remained fixed on his, and his on hers. The hose lay soon at her feet. She stepped to the side of her hose and slip, and with a slight movement of her right foot, slipped them to the side.

Her arms crossed in front of her, grasping the bottom of her camisole, pulled it upward, and slipped over her head. She released it also to the floor. Her nipples, now exposed, were taut, rigid pink golf tees on a slightly elevated hillock of brown over creamy hills of pale, thinly veined flesh.

Her thumbs once again hooked the fabric at her waist, and this time the wispy beige panties, a matched set with the camisole, lowered. They fell away as they slipped off her hips, to stop on their fall, suspended only by their contact with her nether lips.

She tugged further, and the panties finally fell to the floor as the liquid bond between her body and the darkened patch stickily parted.

She stood before him, shivering now with the cold of the room, goosebumps covering her body, and yet his eyes spoke to her that her unveiling was not yet complete.

Her right hand rose to her glasses, slipped them off, and placed them on the table behind her. She stood, shivering still, then moved her feet apart a bit more, clasped her hands behind her neck, pulling her small, firm breasts up, flattening them a bit and stood for his ... approval.

 

[cgraven]

Fitzgerald could see the wide eyed shock mingling with a dark forbidden longing in Katie’s smoldering hazel eyes. He lounged leisurely on the coroner of his desk as her delicate little fingers moved to cover the sensual little “O” her moist ripe lips formed at his scandalous command. He saw the little shiver pass through her gorgeous body her hand steadying her as she slowly stepped out of her shoes, the pretense of her stiletto hells gone the petite beauty standing there a intoxicating combination of Strength and vulnerability.

He watched the transformation as Katie slowly began to disrobe. Her movements at first hesitant yet as the sensual young beauty began to drown in the depths of his gaze. Her every gesture took on a fluid graceful sensual grace as Katie turned the simple act into a rather sensually tempting striptease. Till at last this seductive beauty stood naked as the day she was born with the exception of her rather glasses.

Goosebumps covering her body, and yet his eyes spoke to her that her unveiling was not yet complete…………Her right hand rose to her glasses, slipped them off, and placed them on the table behind her. She stood, shivering still, then moved her feet apart a bit more, clasped her hands behind her neck, pulling her small, firm breasts up, flattening them a bit and stood for his ... approval.

A smile bowed Edward’s lips as Katie struck the very provocative pose. This young beauty was no stranger to the life her pose spoke volumes. He wondered if she was ashamed of her dark longs. Slowly he rose his eyes still holding her bared soul in his haunting gaze.

“You will keep your head up and your eyes straight ahead Katie.”

Fitzgerald caressed her flawless cheek with the back of his hand, He let it slide down to her shoulder as he slowly began to circle Katie his finger tips sliding over her silken skin, Down the firm curve of her breasts. He rolled the Katie’s nipple under the pad of his thumb as he gauged the responsiveness of her body. Edward Fitzgerald let his fingers intimately explore the young woman’s body. Till once more he stood before her, her soul once more bared to his gaze.

“Who introduced you to the life of a submissive Katie?…’

As he spoke is finger slid along the puffy moist perfection of her labia.

“…. No lies Katie only the truth.”

 

[Katiesub]

She shivered again at his first touch, the back of his hand against her cheek. It was all she could do not to lean into that touch, but his eyes ... somehow they communicated that to move was not permitted. She had never felt so cold and so hot at the same time; her body shivering at his touch, the response of her skin, her nipples, even her lips and hair as if she stood in temperatures below zero, yet her sex hot, dripping, as if she were in a storm in the deepest Amazon jungle. She could feel the moisture gather, then slowly roll down the inside of her left thigh. She gasped, barely catching herself after the slightest escape of sound, as he rolled her nipples and they responded as if ice could turn to fire ... and back ... within seconds.

He moved around her, though, and as his gaze unlocked from hers, doubts, fears, inhibitions and shame suffused her. As if awakening from a slumber, she shook herself and blushed at the invasion of her privacy, her professionalism, her being. She stood still, but now rationally judging the wisdom of running, weighing the possibility of escape over against further violation and greater harm to her self-assured, self-contained self-concept. Her eyes were ordered front and center, but without his gaze, they darted from side to side, fuzzily finding the position of her clothes. Her memory, hazy, tried to sort out the position of her glasses, but she could no more remember them than the Dr.'s name at that point. She was ready to bolt, judging that she could flee barefoot, with barely enough clothes to be decent before he could react and beat her to the door, when he was before her once again.

His eyes. She fell once more into his eyes, and volition fled. She straightened slightly, eyes in his, and the fire below rekindled. No ... redoubled.

His voice rumbled deep within her, touching her core as he touched the entrance to her physical core. Her voice shook as she answered,


"I've ... I've explored online. Role-playing. I've ... girl ... this one has dreamed. Has dreamed ... Sir."

 

[cgraven]

As Fitzgerald moved around the naked beauty he could feel her stiffen, question herself, he smiled as he saw her muscles tense and knew his little dove was about to fly. He could tell that Sweet Katie was ready to bolt, make a mad grab for some of her discarded clothing, perhaps with barely enough clothes to be decent before he could react and beat her to the door. He could almost read her mind. The stunning beauty hesitated a moment longer and then he was before her once again. His eyes. She fell once more into his eyes, and volition fled. She straightened slightly, eyes in his, and the fire below rekindled. No ... redoubled. and she was once more captive to his gaze Her voice a husky passion choked whisper as she continued her confession.

"I've ... I've explored online. Role-playing. I've ... girl ... this one has dreamed. Has dreamed ... Sir."

She tried to drop her gaze from his as she blushed scarlet. Yet the tip of a single finger to her chin denied her the escape from that unblinking gaze that held her soul bared to him. His hand cupped her Mons and a single finger ran the length of her moist labia. Each stroke cleaving ever deeper till he rolled the hapless beauty’s clit beneath the pad of his finger.

“ What have you dreamed of Katie?”

His lips were just a breath away from hers and as he spoke they brushed hers in fleeting little kisses. Even as his touch became bolder and entered into her plucking the rising tide of her arousal as if her body was a fine musical instrument and he the master of it.

 

[Katiesub]

Her senses reeled as she was stroked, touched, invaded and she struggled to find words to answer his question, but the compulsion to answer, and answer truthfully and fully, overcame the call of her body and a lingering, deeply held inhibition to open herself, body or mind, to another.


"I've haunted chatrooms and SecondLife as a ... slave ... kajira ... I've dreamt of a man whom I could serve ... in any way he wished."

 

[cgraven]

"I've haunted chatrooms and SecondLife as a ... slave ... kajira ... I've dreamt of a man whom I could serve ... in any way he wished."

What else Katie might have said was cut short as his lips brushed hers in a fleeting sensual kiss. He did not ask permission of her but took what he had desired. His eyes held hers for a moment longer then his mouth claimed hers. This time the kiss lingered and deepened untill they shared but a single life giving breath. Time stood still there was no past, no future just here, just now, just this one perfect kiss they shared. This kissed that lingered on and on as it deepened even further till it demanded everything Katie had to give and more.

While Fitzgerald claimed the young beauty’s soul with his haunting eyes and seductive kiss his fingers were not idle as fingers sensually plucking the rising tide of Katie’s arousal as if her body was a fine musical instrument and he the master of it. Coaxing that rising tide to become a tidal wave of dark carnal pleasure that threatened to engulf Katie body and soul.

 

[Katiesub]

Her legs trembled as she stood, naked, as he circled her. Her head swiveled to follow his eyes, no thought now to escape them, but needing their probing into her soul.

She spread her legs slightly wider as his fingers probed, her hips tilting, moving side to side in an attempt to hold, to pull in the fingers that made her burn.

Her breath came more quickly, then in gasps at each probe. She reluctantly, savagely broke the kiss in order to take in the oxygen her lungs needed to allow her to stand.

Even that was not enough to sustain her, and she began to sink lower, her features now pale beneath the flush of desire, her vision graying. Her knees buckled ...

 

[cgraven]

Fitzgerald watched , his face still an unreadable mask, his eyes, his kiss a seductive ambrosia to feed the desires that his proud self assured beauty had denied herself for so long. Katie breath came more quickly, then in gasps at each probe. She reluctantly, savagely broke the kiss in order to take in the oxygen her lungs needed to allow her to stand. She nearly fainted, over come by her dark desire. Then through the graying fog, that threatened to claim her, came his voice once more, dark and sweet as honey.

“Embrace your desires! You may cum Katie.”

Three simple words spoken softly and sweetly barely a whisper You May Cum A statement of fact, a soft command? Perhaps both, hers to choose her to embrace, hers to savor.

 

[Katiesub]

Her knees buckled and she fell back heavily onto her bottom as the words "you may cum" reverberated in her mind. Falling, his hand was no longer in contact with her body, and his eyes no longer with her soul.

A wave of doubt, inhibition, and shame engulfed her for a brief second but her arousal was not to be denied, nor, she knew in a flash, was her inmost need to give herself over to another. She lay back, and the online commands of a Master to assume the Sula-Ki position that she had so often responded to with lush, lavish descriptive language floated to her consciousness. Her legs spread wide, her hips rose, wavering back and forth until she felt contact with his hand. Her hips thrust up, almost on her toes, every muscle aching to rise, for his hand once more to give her that release his voice had allowed and which now her soul was open to submit to. Her eyes opened, seeking also connection with his, needing to fall into them, to submit also ... her soul.

 

[cgraven]

Fitzgerald watched passively as the conflicting emotions flashed in the depths of Katie’s eyes, doubt, inhibition, and shame. Then in the caldron of emotions that boiled in the depths of her bared soul he saw something else, a flicker of desire that quickly grew to engulf her, an arousal that could not to be denied, her innermost need to give herself over to another. His gaze held hers as Katie to assume the Sula-Ki position that she had so often responded to with lush, lavish descriptive language of her exponentiation on line floated to her consciousness. Yet this was real so very real as Katie legs spread wide, her hips rose, wavering back and forth until she felt contact with his hand. Her hips thrust up, almost on her toes, every muscle aching to rise, for his hand once more to give her that release his voice had allowed. The winsome beauty submitted to him. She surrendered completely offering this dark stranger all she was offering him not only her body but her soul as well.

Afternoon wound into evening and the shadows of the dying day stretched its long shadows across the little office. Katie lay in Fitzgerald’s arms well used and spent. A soft knock at the door followed by a tentative call.

Dr. Fitzgerald you have a meeting with the dean at seven.

“ Yes Miss Clark…. Thank you. “

He turned to the young beauty that lay in his arms..

“ I fear I must go, the Dean is a rather stern fellow and dose not like to be kept waiting.”

His lips brushed Katie’s in a fleeting Kiss and then he rose to dress. Her first meeting with this dark man was over. He waited for her to dress and then arm in arm he escorted her from his office much as he had the two coeds earlier that day.

 

[Katiesub]

Her heart sank as she heard him say that it was time to go. She rose, trembling from exertion and spent emotion and dressed in a fog. As he took her arm, the physical contact made her stumble slightly, but she left with him, parting at the point where their paths to their separate destinations diverged.

Walking to her car, her eyes were downcast, feeling as if everyone saw ... smelled ... sensed the sex on her.

She had no idea how she arrived home, driving as it were in a fog. On her arrival at her home, she slipped off her shoes, poured a glass of chablis and drew a pleasantly hot tub of water, slipped off her clothes and slid into the tub.

Reflecting on her afternoon, she blushed furiously, her hand unconsciously slipping to her sex until she realized that she had slipped a finger between her lips, and not to wash.

She shook herself, washed perfunctorily, dried and with a towel wrapped around her hair and her body, spoke aloud to the empty room. "No. I'm not going back. No. Never."

The phone rang as she walked to her bedroom to dress. As she feared, it was Cathy, who asked, "How was your appointment with the doctor?"

"Oh, he asked me a few questions and we talked a bit. I don't think he can really help me, although he is certainly a nice enough person. I don't think that I'll go back, Cathy."