The "Society"

Jason felt a delighted shiver up his spine at the flirtation in her voice. As much as he was going to enjoy this weekend, going off of the assumption that they'd do no more than flirt, he doubted he'd feel any less keyed up by the time they returned to civilization.

"There's all manner of familiar places I'd like to show you, but first things first." He unsnapped and then rolled up the bed cover on the truck, revealing their neatly stashed gear in the bed of the pickup. "You're right, you should always set up first." He looked about, visualizing his usual setup. "We should put the tent up first, I usually put it over there, although I'm willing to put it elsewhere if you like the look of it." "Then we'll set up the tarp, to put all the other gear under, that'll be where our "kitchen" it too." "Once we get that done, we move the gear under, set it up, make a fire ring, and that's about all."

He pulled the tent out, slinging it over one shoulder. "Once we're all done, we can either take a break or head out to do something, whatever you wish." He then looked away a moment, before looking back. "Ah, I was thinking we'd just have to take turns changing in tent and the like." "There is a way we could put up a kind of...privacy screen with a sheet, but..."
 
Sarah giggled as she looked to the folded up tent, "You mean that becomes something we sleep in? This should be interesting. We can set it up where you think is best." With a hint of flirtation again she said, "I'll just have to trust you." With a blush on her face she turned and slid the tarp out. She carried it in her arms and followed him. Sarah was prepared to help him errect the tent even though she had no idea how. After laying the tarp on the ground she asked, "So, how do we put up this tent? It looks impossible."
 
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Jason laughed, "Yeah, I know it doesn't look like much now." "It folds up real small, so it doesn't get in the way, but it's really compact," he said as he pulled the tent out of it's bag, then set it on the ground to let it roll out, "once you work on it a little, you'd be surprised how big it gets."

He rolled the tent out, then unfolded the sides, spreading it out to it's full diameter. It was as he set the fly aside and took the tent poles out of thier bag that he realized the double-meaning of his previous words. Huh. Interesting that he'd make such comments around her...wonder how she'd take it?

"Ah...anyway." The tent was about six feet across right now, the sleeves for the three tent poles standing out slightly. "We ge the poles ready, then we slide them into position, one at a time." "Once they're all in, we go one pole at a time and arch them up, and put the pin at each corner of the tent into the bottom of the pole." "That makes the structure." As he spoke, he was putting one of the poles together. They looked like a set of small, thin rods, each with a strong coming out of both ends. The rods commented to one another, bound by the cord, to form one strong but flexible pole.

He handed her one of the collapsed ones, "Here...watch me thread this one through, then you see what you can do with a pole." "It's not hard, really."
 
Everytime he mentioned what to do with a "pole" Sarah flushed with perverted thoughts. She could not contain herself any further. After his last comment she said, "I believe I know what to do with a pole." Sarah could not help but laugh out loud. She looked to him, "Ok. Lemme get started helping you with this."

She went on about helping him as they chatted. When the tent was finally errected she sighed, "Well, I guess it was not impossible after all. What next?"
 
Jason grinned, "I hold to the belief that nothing is impossible, just temporarily unattainable." He then squared his shoulders, looking around at the amount of light in the shaded glade. "Almost 8:30, I reckon..."

"Well, let's get the tarp up and set up our kitchen under it." "Then we can stow our gear in the tent." "After that, it's the lady's choice." "We can have a bit of breakfast or go out and see what the trails have to offer." "There are several nice ones along here, with some really nice views." Though he thought to himself that he would likely not find a better view than Sarah smilinga t him like that.

It took perhaps half an hour to get the camp set up. Sarah was a quick study, and learned the taunt line knot for the ropes that held up the tarp in only a few tries. Jason commented that she seemed to have a way with rope, then he grinned, "Or maybe just a way with tying things up, huh?"

He then stood back, gesturing at the camp site. "See?" "All this and it didn't take very long at all." He looked at her a moment as she surveyed the camp, noting how her eyes took everything in, the curve of her neck, the sheen of her hair. "So...what's the lady's pleasure?" "A meal first or shall we go out into the wild?"
 
Sarah smiled to him admiring his form again. When he made his cute little jokes about rope her mind went crazy with images of him all tied up and teased. Her stomach growled and she said,
"Well, I am quite hungry. What do we have to eat?" Sarah stood close to him and her eyes drifted to his mouth as she imagined kissing those lips. She looked up to his hair and saw a small leaf in it. She reached up and gently plucked the leaf from his hair. She dropped it to the ground and smiled back up to him innocently.
 
As she stepped close to him...so close that it would be easy to put his arms about her, Jason felt his heart suddenly lurch into a faster beat. When she reached up and took the leaf from his hair, her fingers ran through it lightly, and a shiver ran up his spine at the contact. Her eyes were gazing at him innocently from behind the thin framed lenses of her glasses, innocent and yet...in the depths there was a twinkle of something else.

His eyes fell to her smiling lips, and he felt a sudden urge to kiss her. She was standing so close...He'd just have to move forward, lower his head a bit, and thier lips would meet. The roof of his mouth was dry, and for some reason he wasn't noticing any sound, sight or scent that was not connected to her. He lowered his head slightly, his eyes half-lidded...

Then he jerked up suddenly, taking half a step back. He'd just met her. He couldn't just...take her out in the wilderness, and then just kiss her first off, out of the blue! She'd think he was some kind of stalker or that he intended her harm. God, he was already hating himself for not having the courage to kiss her when he had the chance...

His eyes reflected his internal conflict perfectly, showing her plainly how torn he was without his knowledge. "Sorry, I guess I spaced out for a second there..." "I, uh, I"ll make you up a good breakfast!" 'Scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes!" He moved to the "kitchen" they had set up and began to busy himself. "It'll take a little while, but I'm a good cook, even if I do say so myself."

Say something, he thought. Bring something up to break the tension. "Just out of curiosity, while I cook here, any new thoughts about what we were talking about yesterday?"
 
Sarah smiled. She was sure of it now. He wanted her but was being a gentleman. As he spoke about breakfast she wondered if she should use the rope to tie him up later. Anna had given her a drug she could slip in his drink that would knock him out. Sarah wanted to know how he would react to being tied up. She thought to herself, "Maybe I can tie him up to see his reaction. If he freaks out I can just say I was playing a joke on him. But, if he likes it....mmm...."

She answered him, "Breakfast sounds good, Jason. But, what about yesterday? What were we talking about that you'd like to talk more about?" She knew what it was but kept a serious expression on her face as she wanted him to say what it is he wanted to talk about. She liked to see him when he felt embarrised or nervous.
 
Jason felt oddly on the spot as Sarah directed a rather serious look his way. There was an odd look in her eyes, one that made him both exhilirated and even more on edge. He cooked as he spoke, first using milk to complete the pancake batter he'd alredy prepared, then pouring it into the skillet to cook.

"Er...The, ah, subject of me research." "The concept of power exchange." He felt a bit slighted actually...she'd seemed very interested in it yesterday. "As I recall, you had a very firm opinion, and a number of thoughts on the topic." He looked up at her as he flipped a browning hotcake. "I remember you asked me how a total submission to you would effect our future interactions."

He indicated one of the coolers as he spoke, "Drinks are in there, Sarah." "Would you be kind enough to choose something to drink with breakfast?"

"Anyway...your own interest in the subject has got me wondering what it is about it that appeals to you." "You mentioned that men with strong mothers seek out women who will...ah, dominate them." He cocked his head to one side as he looked at her, eyes curious. "Does that mean then that the women who dominate had similar mothers?" "Or fathers who were...pliable to them and their mothers?"
 
Sarah smiled sweetly, "Oh.... That conversation." She sighed and then chose the drink as he had requested of her. She sat down on a foldable chair and said, "I think women who have very dominant Fathers tend to have discord to men. If that domination included abuse, then I think it would make a woman become dominant over men. But, without abuse, I don't think it would make them dominant. But, I do think you are to something about the Mothers. I think a dominant Mother can affect male and female children. The girl she would effect because most girl children mold themselves after their mothers. The male child may resent it as it is in his nature to mold after a Father. If he sees the Mother more dominant than the Father, he may choose to behave as he thought his Father should have."

Sarah twisted open the cap of a Dr. Pepper and took a swig. She then asked Jason, "You are probably wondering how it was in my household. I will enlighten you. My Mother and Father were deeply in love and deeply loved me. Now, as for domination, my mother was more dominant. She looked at life through logic and science. My Father was the free spirit. He was moody but always backed down to my Mother. He looked at life through passion and emotions."

She took another sip, "Now, enlighten me about your parents. One is usually more dominant than the other. Which one was it in your household?"
 
Jason thought about what she had said for a moment. "Hmmm." "If girls with dominant fathers have discord with men, why don't boys with dominant fathers have discord with women?" He flipped the last pancake out onto a plate, then quickly covered the stack to keep the heat in. "If your dad was controlled and backed down...how could he be a free spirit?"

He then realized that may have been a bad thing to say. "Sorry, never mind...just thinking out loud." "As far as my family...it depended on a lot of things really." He shrugged a moment as he dumped the now well beaten eggs into the pan to fry and be scrambled. "I mean, it seems like my folks tended to dominate certain areas." "Dad's authority with the cars, the finances, and stuff like directions was clear, but when it came to going out, doing work on the house, buying clothes or books, Mom was in charge."

He smiled at happy memories as the eggs began to turn a fine yellow. "Really, it seemed like they often vied back and forth for who would control a situation." "A lot of times one or the other would give up, or let the other have control...but I can't really say that either of them was truly dominant." "They were both strong people, you know?" He laughed, "They both kinda dominated me though." "I never wanted to cross either of them...especially Mom, so maybe she had an edge over Dad there."

Jason looked over at Sarah a moment, taking in the sight of her before turning back to his cooking. "Wonder what that says about me?"
 
Sarah seized the moment to lay the flirting on a bit more thick. She walked up behind him and lightly brushed his shoulders with her hands and leaned forward to rest her chin on his shoulder. In a sexy voice she whispered, "I think it says you have a respect or women. And I can almost guarantee you like to be dominated a bit. Granted not all the time." She lightly kissed his neck, "Just certain times. Or you at least fantasize about it. I can make this very fun for you Jason. Let's try a bit of it."

She wrapped her arms around his waist and and softly rubbed his stomach and chest. She kissed his neck again, "Finish cooking those pancakes. Then, I want you to kiss me. But, you have to kiss me exactly as I say. You will drop to one knee and politley ask permission to kiss me. When I grant permission, you will press your lips softly against mine and deliver a soft gentlemanly kiss. If the kiss is done just as I ask I will allow a more passionate kiss next."

Sarah could feel his body tense and his breathing become more tense and she chuckled seductively, "Oh, your body wishes to play along. Come now. Don't dissapoint me." Sarah could not beleive how bold she was being. But, Jason just brought it out of her. She wanted to touch him and do things to him.... She knew he would be her slave very soon. Sarah knew she would not be able to wait much longer. He was sexy as hell and she wanted him desperately.
 
Holy crap. Jason's whole body tensed up as he felt her move so close, her chin resting lightly on his shoulder. Then she kissed his neck, and let out a startled, pleased gasp.

His body became completely rigid as her arms went about him, and her clever hands ran over his muscled chest. He closed his eyes, forcing himself not to moan. God, that felt great. At the same time, he was stunned at her boldness and forwardness. Yet once the initial shock wore off...he found that he was liking it. The unspoken demand in her voice, the way she took charge, it all sent an erotic jolt through his body.

"Finish cooking those pancakes. Then, I want you to kiss me. But, you have to kiss me exactly as I say. You will drop to one knee and politley ask permission to kiss me. When I grant permission, you will press your lips softly against mine and deliver a soft gentlemanly kiss. If the kiss is done just as I ask I will allow a more passionate kiss next."

Jason nodded, not yet trusting himself to speak. His movements were not as fluid as before as he turned his attention back to cooking. What should he do? He felt torn between two ideas. One, that he'd do anything to kiss this girl, and two, that he'd just met her...how could he place himself in her hands this way?

Truth was, she was right. He did have fantasies about being dominated. And ever since yesterday, Sarah had been in them. He knew he wanted something like this, or thought he wanted it.

His mind and heart were racing as he finished the last of the cooking. He was careful to get it right...part of her offer might be contingent on a well-made meal, after all. He covered the hot food, making sure the autumn air wouldn't steal the heat away, then turned to face her, his hands almost shaking.

He took a deep breath, then slowly sank to one knee, looking up at her. "Uh, breakfast is ready." Jason took another breath, his body tense and urging him onward "But may I first have the honor of kissing your sweet lips, Miss Sarah?"
 
Sarah felt a rush that she had never felt before as he dropped to one knee. When he asked for the kiss she could feel her own cheeks flush. Until she met Anna and learned about the world of domination, she would have never done what she was doing. And seeing such a sexy man on one knee almost begging for a kiss made her feel special. As she looked into his eyes she decided when he became her slave she would be kind to him. She didn't want to hurt him, she just wanted to own him.

Sarah giggled softly as her inexperience for domination could be ligthly detected. She nodded her head, "Yes. I would much like that, Jason." She licked her lips and smiled to him.
 
The giggle confused him, he had to admit. She came on so strong and forceful, and then that. He carefully filed that information away...she wasn't as confident or sure of what she was doing as she seemed.

But there was a far more important thing to deal with. "Thank you, Miss Sarah." "I won't disappoint you." He rose slowly, taking a step closer to her as he did so. His heart was thudding dully in his chest, and he felt a sudden lack of breath.

He wanted to take her into his arms, kiss her deeply and passionately...but she had told him to administer "a soft gentlemanly kiss" and he....he had to give her what she wanted. At this moment, he knew that all he wanted was to please her. It frightened him a little, but much more than fear he felt good and right.

Jason leaned forward carefully, his body easily half a foot from hers. He brushed his lips carefully against hers, a instant electric tingle of warmth and enjoyment rushing into him. The contact lingered, but was light, tender, the soft caress of a feather or a butterfly's wing.

After a few long and tantalizingly sweet moments, he broke the kiss and straightened. His eyes were wide, amazed, happy, eager for more. But all he did was smile sweetly, "Thank you, Sarah...I can honestly say I have felt few things as good as your kiss."
 
Sarah flushed, "Your kisses will do." She teased him yet she indeed felt the same way he did about the kiss. She wanted to rip her clothing off and tell him to take her. But, she believed she had to still hold some control.

Sarah stood up and looked down to him, "I never said the other kiss wold come right after the first. I'll decide when it is time to reward you with the other one. For now Jason, let's go exploring." Sarah felt victorius and in control. The feeling was invigorating. And it brought about a sexual excitement as well. She ran her hand through his hair and stepped to the side waiting for him to stand.
 
A mixture of disappointment, frustration, titilation, and curiosity surged through him as she declared that the other kiss would come later. God, she was totally messing with his head...

As her hand ran through his hair, he barely held back a sigh. Mmmm...why did that feel so good? What the hell was he doing playing along with this? ...Was he playing at all?

Jason stood, a smile on his face though his eyes were confused. "Heh, I did say that I was at your service, didn't I?" He inclined his head, "You wish to go exploring, then exploring it is." He snatched up a canteen, and a small backpack as he walked across the campsite. "While I've already seen a wonder today...more than one...there are some truly beautiful sights out here, Sarah."

He grinned back at her, "Maybe if I impress you enough I'll get that reward, huh?" He thought for a moment. Yeah...the ridgeline first, then the waterfall pool. "Come on...let me show what makes me keep coming back here."
 
Sarah smiled to him, "Yes, please. Show me." With a hint of seduction in her voice she said, "What I have seen thus far has been quite wonderous." Sarah took his hand and squeezed softly, "Lead on, Jason." Sarah found it difficult to restain herself. When she took his hand into hers her restraint was further tested. Thus far it all appeared to be flirting and fun games. But, Sarah knew soon enough she would have him as her sex slave. Until that time she would just continue to turn up the heat in an effort to prep him for what was to come.
 
Jason felt his blood heat a bit more as her voice momentarily took on a seductive lilt. He grinned, a bit foolishly, "As you wish, Sarah." "I promise you, you haven't seen anything yet." There was a roguish twinkle in his eyes as he spoke the last part, his own voice becoming a bit throaty.

Then he laughed, giving her hand a squeeze and began to lead her into the woods. Her hand was soft in his, yet she had a surprisingly firm grip. As they traveled into the autumn foliage, Jason picking out the trail he was looking for despite the blanket of freshly fallen leaves, he found that he rather liked having her close like this.

He kept quiet as they moved slowly onward, taking a moment here and there to point out the wildlife that was either retiring or waking for the day. A small herd of deer, a small brown owl winging softly through the trees having tarried late at hunting. When he did speak, his voice was soft and low, for her alone.

After perhaps twenty minutes, there were at the first of what he called his "Perspectives." Jason smiled with anticipation, eager to see her reaction. "Now," he whispered, the trail opening out ahead of them, though the view was still blocked, "this is something I never get tired of."

The trees fell back, showing them at the top of the ridge. Only ten feet away the ground fell to a rapid slope, almost a cliff. From where they were standing, they could see the rolling hills and valleys below, int he distance the town from whence they had come. The morning mist had not yet faded completely, and as they watched it drew back like a curtain, revealing the splendor of the land. From here, you could see into the neighboring counties, and Jason took a reverent breath as he took in the sight of it all. God in Heaven. And it was like this every time.

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, "Now...there's an eye opener, don't you think?"
 
Sarah followed Jason as he led her on a tour of the place that seemed to mean so much to him. She kept a firm hold on his hand enjoying his touch. He finally led her to a spot that seemed like his favorite. Sarah gasped at the beauty of this place. She said, "Wow, Jason. This place truly is beautiful and you can see so much."

Sarah finally released his hand and turned to face him. Her hands gently cupped his cheeks and turned his face to hers. One hand reamained on his left cheek. The other slid down to cup the side of his neck. She leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Then her body pressed against his. Her tongue tenderly parted his lips and proceeded to give him the passionate kiss she had promised. As they kissed she was filled with all sorts of emotions. Lust and possible love seemed to top the list.
 
His eyes widened a bit as he felt her hand on his face, turning him toward her. His breath caught in his throat as she brought her lips to his. Then she pressed againt him, letting him feel the heat and firm curves of her body beneath the clothing she wore.

Jason's mouth parted, allowing her tongue to enter his mouth. He greeted it with his own, passion surging up within him, and through lips and tongue into her. His arms went about her waist, pulling her tighter to him. He'd kissed girls before, but the heat in this moment! It was like nothing he'd felt before!

Most remarkable of all...was that it seemed to be answered by the flame within her.
 
Sarah pulled her lips from him. Her body was pressed so hard against his that should feel his crotch area had risen to the moment a bit. Her lips trailed his cheek to his neck. She seductively sucked on and kissed the side of his neck. She whispered, "I know you want me. And I want you too. Tell me you want me." Sarah then began to suck on his neck a bit more foreceful. She laughed within herself knowing she had him right where she wanted him. The moment was almost perfect to begin his slave experience. She had worked up a desire within him for her. This would make it easier for him to slip into his role when the time came.

As much as she wanted him right then and there, she would restrain. Sarah had a plan. She would get him back to the camp, slip the drug in a drink. Tie him up when he was unconcious and see if he was truly ready.
 
He moaned as her mouth pleased and teased the sensitive skin of his neck. His manhood was awake, he could feel the hardness of it pressing up against her. She had to feel it too. she was up against him so firmly that it would be impossible not to. His arms tightened about her, hands rubbing the muscles of her back.

Her words enflamed him all the more, and he knew that what she said was true. He did want her. Badly. He could see what he wanted in his mind's eye, the two of them tearing the clothes from one another right there, giving into passion at the roof of the world.

Jason let out a gasping breath, "I...I want you." "Badly, desperately...so suddenly and deeply that I can hardly believe it."
 
She smiled to herself as he admitted he wanted her. Sarah then playfully nipped his neck. She pulled back a bit and looked into his eyes, "Let's go back to camp." She took his hand and slowly led him back to the camp in silence. When they stood in the center of the camp she released his hand and said, "Sit." A lounge chair was right behind him and she gently pushed him to intruct him to sit. She turned on her heels and walked to her back pack. She dug around and said, "I have a bit of a headache. I just need to get my tylenol out. She riffled around and pulled out a tiny vial with crystalized powder in it. But, the vial was taken out with slight of hand. She said, "Eh... must have forgot it. I am sure you have something. Why don't you get it and I'll open us a couple of drinks.?" She walked over to the cooler....
 
Jason gladly let himself be led back to camp, the feeling of her hand in his still warming and fascinating. She was so strong, taking charge, laying out rules and demands for him...he knew he should be taking more of an equal part, and yet he was loving every minute of it.

He felt that same mix of delight and mild indignation as she pushed him into the chair, commanding him to sit down. This was okay though, this wasn't too much. There was a danger here...he didn't really know her...it wouldn't be a good idea to put himself completely at her mercy. Though, as he thought about it, he had to stop himself from floating into a rather naughty daydream about just that.

At her words, Jason nodded. "Ah, yes, I do have some Advil, hope that's all right." With a fluid motion he stood, "Fresh air can give you a headache if you haven't breathed it for a while, I'd forgotten." He walked over to the tent, unzipping the entrance. His pack was right at the door, so he bent down and rummaged through it a bit. He felt so mixed up right now, turned on, happy, worried, that he hardly noticed the nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right. After a minute of searching, he stood again. "Here we go...found it!"

He walked over to where she was, smiling. "Chauffer, nature guide, psychologist, bewildered and now hormonally charged student, and pharmacist." "Guess I'm a man of many roles today, huh?"
 
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