A LITTLE FEROCITY
I first caught sight of him in my mirror, when I was at the vertical pull down. He was a big, blond man with shaggy hair and a shy grin. He was working his pants off, and I soon saw why. His personal trainer stood behind him, and as he straightened up she put her finger tips lightly on his back, to check his posture. She was endearing. He was endeared. He sweated for her. He did one more for her. When he stopped, collapsing on the bench, he raised his eyes for her approval, and looked boyishly delighted when she smiled at him. She in turn chatted, sat with him, made him squirm. Despite his loose shorts I could see he dressed to the left.
I’d been playing Watain’s ‘All that may bleed’ through my headphones so I could not hear their talk. Not that I cared – it was the body language that had me intrigued. He’s a sub, I thought, clearly, even if he doesn’t realise it. If she gets it even slightly right, she could do anything to him with a firm voice and the promise of a smile.
Today, watching them, I felt wicked and powerful. Perhaps I could do a little Lesser Black Magic. Perhaps, using only my will and a focused imagination, I could make shit happen. I changed the music to Ordo Equilibrio’s Walpurgisnacht, and spoke to Lilith, great demon goddess of all succubi, with words I will not here reveal. My man was on his hands and knees (bless him!) on a bench with his cute little mistress at his side. By now I was behind the couple, pedalling on the static bike. I focused on his ass. I watched how his buttocks moved. I imagined the crevice, the blond hairs around his perineum, his puckered anus. I visualised a black glass dildo, with a spiral screw – nothing too intense, it might be the poor darling’s first time. I formed the dildo carefully in my mind, in all dimensions, and then mentally slid it into him.
He winced, and reached around, and adjusted his shorts. The magic had worked.
Now I focused on her. There had to be a sexy gym instructor mistress archetype to tap into. Lilith, awaken her. Make her fierce of eye and harsh of hand. Teach her to demand her due, to bestride her man, to fulfil her own desires. I formed in my mind the image of her, sweet, freckled, brunette, slim arms and strong legs. I dressed her lovingly in low cut leotard and tights, and gave her a cat o nine tails to play with. I cast the image into her etheric double, and then I did nothing at all. I finished my workout, and went for my shower.
After I came out, I walked past an alley at the back of the gym. There they were. He knelt on the ground in front of her. She had a foot on his back, and a hand in his hair, holding his head very firmly in position. Of course he had one hand steadying himself and the other reaching up to stroke her breast. Of course he was licking her delectable cunt. Of course he was as hard as he could be, and pre cum was dripping on the concrete. He brought his hand down to touch his cock, and she did what any jealous goddess would do. She kicked him in the face. He groaned, perfectly poised between pleasure and pain. He was going to go home, frustrated, desperate, and owned.
I walked on. My work was done.
GYM MISTRESSES
My gym is the old fashioned sort, with a locker room. The showers are cubicles, but the locker room is communal with a wall of lockers and a long slatted bench. So here is the scene.
It's just on closing time, and I have seen no one else in the workout room. I emerge from my shower wrapped in my damp towel. She is there, in the locker room, my sweet daughter of Lilith I had so shameless manipulated into a snarling domme. a few days beforehand. She is standing over him, the nice, blond young blond man she'd kicked in the face last time I saw him. He is on his back, lying strapped to the slatted bench, at about knee height. He is already sweating, and hard. I mean he is sweating hard, bless him.
I say baldly, is this your slave? May I talk to it? You. The noise, you can stop that. I will shut you up.
I straddle his head, cup it in my hands, look into his eyes and sit on his face. He shuts up all right, especially when I pinch his nose. When he gasps, I grind. His face, my cunt, slick wet, he finds my clitoral hood piercing and tongues it. I let him.
His cock is erect. Daughter of Lilith, I suggest, give it a slap will you honey. Again. Good. I move back and we stand on each side of the nice young man, where he can see us kiss, and gently stroke each other's breasts. Hers are small and an adorable mouthful. I bite her nipple and she lays her head into my shoulder with a sigh. I run a hand down her hip and she parts her legs slightly for my fingers. Briefly, I am in love.
He's watching us, the sick bastard. This time It is I who slaps his cock down. Lilith's daughter sits astride him, facing his feet. She's getting the hang of this. He rims her. He has no choice. His tongue pokes her little pink anus. She hovers above him, so he has to work at it. He wants her pussy. He can see it glisten.
I punch his cock, a little, and hold his balls in a nice squeeze. I want him hurt, but still functioning. I run my hand up and down his cock. It's a pretty one, I give him that. Not long, but veined and very hard. I think the Daughter is about to orgasm. He's licking her pussy now, and she's leaning forward, displaying her clit, as he flicks it with his hard working tongue.
As I watch I discover almost unconsciously I have two fingers in my own cunt. I am over this. I think I need this cock, now. I bear down and ride him. I don't care if he cums. Let him, the poor dear, he has earned it.. As have I.
I lick it off his stomach, and hold it in my mouth. I lean over and kiss her, and transfer it to her mouth. We have the perverse joy of mutual swallowing. And now the poor dear belongs to both of us.
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