With doors secured, windows locked, and curtains unfolded to bar any patch of light from entering, I sat in the middle of my room. My attention was focused on the film. As there was no source of light other than the screen of my television, my senses were heightened to their fullest. Every single movement and reaction of the cast was caught by my sharpened sight and all recorded on my notepad.

When the film finished, I automatically turned on the lights and searched for the next disk. But before that, I was unable to ignore the mess that I call “bedroom”. My room is undeniably big but, despite that, both my floor and my bed was already occupied by mountains of my research papers, book references, and magazines. All pertains to pornography and the like.

Tired and deprived of sleep, I rubbed my eyes and reflected on what on earth led me to this troublesome scenario. Then it came to me: it’s been four months since Myra and I officially became lovers. All is well – she loves me and I love her too. But her sex drive was off the roof. As long as we are together, she never misses finding a way to harass me like a toy and force me to commit indecent acts whenever and wherever possible.

I don’t know whether it was caused by her conservative upbringing or an attitude resulting from her disability that rendered most of her social skills suppressed. But there was just no way to stop her.

Such a thing is not really much of a problem as I too have an above average desire for indecency – thanks to my prim and proper indoctrination. But the real problem comes from the fact that I am the only one getting fiddled. No matter how many times I tried, I just could not find a way to be the one taking the lead. Instead, Myra was always the dominant one.

Forcing my back against the wall, tickle torture, nibbles in the neck, love bites on my shoulder, and even denial of orgasm… she did it all on me. For four months straight, not a single time have I managed to retaliate. And that is beginning to make me feel insecure about myself. Is this really normal for couples? Is she being abusive already? Or I am just too submissive?

Those questions are getting on my nerves. But one thing will surely put an end to this; I need to assert myself.

And thus, I found a new and profound passion in researching the science of sexuality, sensuality, and seduction. All for the goal of laying my mark, I immersed myself into the limelight of the erotic world. At first, I limited my research to actual scientific books that discussed the biological, psychological, and sociological factors that decides who will top who in bed and how to reverse it. But my discontentment got the better of me and I began to amass a fortune of pornographic material from cheap magazines to bad pornographic films, even up to forum posts on the net.

I culminated mountains of data that I thoroughly studied at the cost of many sleepless nights, unhealthy diet of sugar and energy supplements, and an insane amount of dedication to see my girlfriend finally being the submissive one.

Picking up the special papers, I pinned them on my walls and stared at each one. Every bit of information was recorded, interpreted, and formulated in such a way that even I was impressed by my work. But in the center of this wall of papers, a photo of Myra was pinned – reminding me of the beauty that I shall soon defile.

Then, with a smile twisted by my vile intent, I began to chuckle.

“My plan is perfect…” I said heinously as my grin slowly revealed its fangs. I began to shake with excitement. As my impure thoughts began to corrupt my soul, Myra’s image flashed in my head. So pure, so unchallenged, and so unaware of how I will soon break her facade.

“Just you watch, my love…” I cooed, menacingly, as I caressed her photo with my finger. Then I kissed her image on the wall before falling back fall onto the bed, tired but hardly able to wait for my plans to finally bloom.

OoO

On the next Sunday, we agreed to see the movies. I arrived at the meeting place strategically in order to review the plans that I have to install. I pulled my tablet out of the bag and reread the data again.

If we are to interpret our skills and experience, it is only natural for me to always fall prey to her advancements. All my life, I've lived a sheltered life and the only thing I know about the world are whatever it is that's written in the book. Myra, on the other hand, may have been born without a voice but she enjoyed an entire lifespan’s worth of catering to various attitudes and personalities. Her strong sense of humor and family made things a whole lot more favorable to her as well. For someone so social, the landscape of love would be just a walk in the park.

It is a complete defeat on my side unless I use my own skills to my advantage – my academic skills.

If my research is correct, while every culture in the world has their own unique views about sexuality, they all share one thing in common: acts of intimacy are preferred to be kept in private. Laughter is welcomed, mourning is normal, and frustration is tolerated. But when it comes to lovers, they are socially bound to avoid being too sweet with each other. As of yet, no biological answer was found but I am confident that I know enough to use this psychological loophole to my advantage

From my reverie, I was instantly returned back to reality when I heard a snap of a finger right in front of my face. Startled, I quickly replaced my tablet back in my handbag before looking at my assailant…who turns out to be Myra. She was dressed in a simple white shirt and jeans.

Yo, she greeted, her sign language was as cheery. Taking your job right in the middle of our date? Quite the busy bee, aren’t we?

“Not really,” I replied, tucking my tablet to my handbag. “Shall we go?”

With a nod, we made our way to the cinema and I resumed my train of thought.

If humans are naturally hardwired to shy away from the showing affection in public, then it only stands to reason that the last place a person will be seduced by her partner is in public. And that is where I can make my move.

If we sat in the farthest chair, we could be 'invisible' to the crowds. Then, by distracting her with a romantic movie, I can make a move on her. If I time it right at the climax of the story, her endorphin level will be so high that she has no choice but to redirect her fascination with the show unto my sexual advancements. It has to be done in a way that is slow enough for her to dismiss any danger but not too slow that it will go unnoticed.

When we reached the ticket booth, I knew that there was no going back.

Breathing in, I said to myself, “It’s time.”

OoO

As the movie played out on the screen, I tightly held onto my handkerchief as I wiped away the tears that flowed from my eyes. Sniffling every minute, my emotion was conveyed in the image of my eyes that were reddened sore and a cloth that was drenched by my tears. Held spellbound by the film, the beatings of my heart echoed heavy within my chest as I grieve for the characters and the life that treated them so cruelly.

But these feelings were suddenly broken when Myra touched me on the shoulder. Not minding my swollen eyes, she presented her phone to me and written on the blindingly white screen was the single most disrespectful sentence I've ever read: I’m bored. Can we go elsewhere?

Though I was still weakened by the influence of the film, I could feel my veins suddenly tensing up just by the insulting words she'd made me read. The sudden mood whiplash was completely unexpected and it hit me hard.

“But this is such a great show” I pleaded, respectfully. She answered with a sigh. 

It’s not. It’s extremely cliché, she wrote on her phone. Just look at how at many people came to see it.”

I looked around and she’s right. There was barely anyone around. I can see only five people, scattered throughout - none nearby. But still, I don’t want to abandon something that I started, especially when I enjoy it very much.

“No,” I replied sternly, “we are going to finish this no matter what." 

I denied her any more attempts at arguing with me and tried to go back to the film. But, after a few minutes, I realized that Myra’s words have completely broken the magic. The enchantment is no longer there. I refused to believe it, though and kept my hopes up that she would be proven wrong. That is until Myra bugged me again by presenting me her phone: I’m bored. Can we have sex? 

In that moment, everything that I planned came crashing down on me. Locked between the shock of forgetting my goal and Myra’s outrageous request, I was stunned. Before I could even formulate a reply, Myra made her move, placing a hand down to my legs.

“H-hey!” I yelped, trying to be as quiet as I could. I looked around again to check if there’s anyone who had heard me. Obviously impossible but my natural fear raised my alarm. In resistance, I grabbed her hand tightly, then whispered, “S-stop”

But, with one hand, she typed on her phone again. Please.

“Are you insane?” I replied, cautiously, before letting go of her hand. Funny to imagine that this was my original goal!

Instead of doing what I said, she clasped her hands together and made a pleading gesture. The bright light on the screen made her puppy eyes shine brilliantly and revealed lips that were curved in an alluring smile. Taken aback, I hesitated to give up and tried to move away but she only leaned closer with her begging eyes.

Then, with a loud exhale, I gave in. “Alright,” I whispered, and her ears perked in excitement. I took a second glance at our place just to be sure that we were truly far away in the distance. “But I want to keep watching the film. Got it?”

She did not even bother to show any sort of gratitude. Just after my approval, she immediately leaped out of her chair and knelt in front of me. Cramped in that tight space, she struggled to squeeze through by spreading my legs apart. On the other hand, I nervously turned my head around the place over and over.

“This is bad, this is bad,” I kept on repeating in a worried tone, completely regretting the approval that I'd given.

Myra responded by showing me her phone. “Act natural. We are gonna get caught with what you are doing.”

Her words left me with an even greater sense of danger. I was unable to reply anymore as she pulled my skirt and hid her head underneath. As my embarrassment turned into fright, she clearly felt nothing but excitement for the indecency of her acts.

Trying to keep a straight face, her hot breath against my thighs began to make me shiver from the very core. Held mesmerized by the scent of intermingled fear and libido, she savored the fragrance between my legs. Fueled by the desire to make the most of that little moment, Myra serenaded me with kisses after kisses that trailed up my legs to my thighs.

Shamed in this ungraceful position, in an even more inappropriate location, by an even more twisted lover, I felt the temperature of my blood rising. But Myra seemed not to care for my opinions and turned her kisses into bold licks of her tongue against my skin. As if tasting the sweet grains of sweat that slowly precipitated from my skin, she let her tongue wander at its leisure. Aroused by the soft and damp sensation, I was forced to bite on my lips and tightly grip the edge of my chair.

In the darkness of the place, her lithe fingers found their way to my crotch. Then, like unwrapping a sweet drop, she pulled my panties aside and began to claim what she desired the most. In soft and gentle motions, she traced the outer layers of my petals. Her warm tongue slid through my shivering skin, delighted by the taste of the nectar that flowed thickly from my inner core. Every swipe of her tongue made me buck in my chair, my back bent to an arch as I silenced the moans that desperately tred to escape from my lips.

Unsatisfied with this simple teasing, Myra moved closer to my most sensitive bud and rubbed her tongue around it. On the first flick, a jolt coursed through my body, making me writhe in agony as she resumed the torment. Amused by my shy reactions, she toyed with me further, her tongue hastening its motions around the pearl of my petals.

As if relishing a flavor most fine, she diligently licked the essence that flowed from me, careful not to miss a drop. But it wasn’t long until her own hunger began to crawl and she was led to asking for more. Without any warning, she squeezed her fingers inside and watched how I reacted to the sensation of having my inner walls stretched and filled. Welcoming her familiar presence, I felt the creases and folds of my rose latching onto her, nudging her to traverse deeper into me.

Unable to hold her hunger back, Myra finally marked an end to her teasing by plunging into my red bloom. With her insatiable craving to lead her way, she ravenously made her way inside me as far as her tongue could reach. Aroused beyond measure, my nectar flowed from my fissures, summoned by her shameless behavior. Driven to madness by the sweetness, Myra’s accumulated lust began to take the image of a savage predator that craves for the rawness of my flavor.

Eager for more, Myra pushed her fingers inside me. The intrusion made me jump and yelp - a noise that was luckily covered by the loudness of the movie. Though my yelp was masked, it was loud enough to make Myra’s ears perk in interest. From the flashing of the screen, I was able to catch a glimpse of her lascivious smile. Letting her sadistic side come forth, Myra’s fingers began to stroke my insides with a diligence that paid no heed to the sound of my muffled cries. Tempted to break my will, she then gave my little pearl a kiss before she sucked on it, greedily.

The combined might of her relentless stroking and shameless kisses on my lower lips filled my head with the resonance of surging pain and pleasure. Completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation, I twisted and squirmed on the chair, powerless to stand against my lover. And as I struggled for my next breath, I felt the sensation of hot fluids that slowly flowed from my between my legs, fluids that Myra licked clean off my overheated skin.

Fierce and guttural, her fingers rubbed my cavern like a beast starving for the taste most dear to it, a taste on which she so blissfully feasted. So remorseless was she , that, the next thing I knew, I began biting on my finger, trying to keep myself from releasing even the faintest of whimpers. With my eyes shut, a finger between my teeth, a small trail of saliva seeped from my lips as I tried to resist Myra’s acts.

But it all fell for naught when, in a split second, I felt a string in me break. Led by the relentless sweeping of her tongue, all my nerves suddenly stiffened and my control over my own body dissolved into a vision of flashing white. Terrified beyond measure, my hands clutched my mouth so hard not even air was able to pass through. My back bent, near breaking; my legs kicked and bucked, and a scream within me threatened to tear me apart, all resulting from the primal instinct that raced through my senses in an explosive blaze.

And, in these few seconds, Myra never let a single second escape without her lips capturing the warm sprinkle that I unintentionally released.

Soon after, my entire weight fell on the chair. Burned out beyond belief, I sat there, heaving painfully for my next breath. Every inch of my skin was visibly quivering. My consciousness started drifting between reality and fantasy as I tried to regain my sense of identity.

But before I could, I looked down and saw how Myra was still not done. As I tried to extinguish the fire that burned me through, she, on the other hand, busied herself in cleaning up the mess that she'd created. Once more, I felt her tongue against my skin, but this time, it was no longer laced with her sadism but just a polite way of showing that she'd finished her plate.

When she was done, she gave it a small farewell kiss before putting my panties - now soaked - back into place. When she looked up at me, I came to see what a mess she was – her hair was ruffled and her face was stained by my indecent fluids. Then, she stood up, leaned closer to my exhausted image, and planted a kiss on my lips - a kiss that gave me a taste of the banquet that she'd just feasted on.

OoO

In order to avoid the crowd, we left the premise as soon as I regained control over my legs. Myra had no problem acting all natural but I wasn’t so talented. I looked like the broken girl that I was. We settled down at a café.

Never minding the onlookers, I let my head fall onto the table with a loud slam and remained still in place. The humiliation, the fear, the paranoia, the shamelessness, and most cruelly, the pleasure that I felt after indulging in such a perverted feat – it all accumulated in my head. Perhaps it was the thrill of something new, or the guilt of doing something bad, or probably even both, but my heart was still in awe, in disbelief, that we could do such a thing.

Myra nudged my shoulder but I merely said, “No. Do not talk to me. I hate you. ” My voice echoed from the table. 

Not giving up, Myra then decided to blow on my ears - causing me to flinch. And lo, there she was, smiling at me. With a loud sigh, I surrendered and read her sign language .

“So… what do you want to say?” I said, sourly “What more could you say to rub salt on my wounds?”

Hey! That was uncalled for. You gave me the consent, she answered, apparently shocked at my rudeness. She’s right but I am still in denial over it. “I do feel like I went overboard, though.

Then she put her tongue out and made the playful gesture of someone who made a funny but honest mistake.

How do you feel anyway? 

“Tired, guilty, remorseful, angry, bitter, ” I let the adjectives flow. “And my wet underwear is making me extremely uncomfortable.”

But the worst part was the feeling of crushing self-loathing. I was supposed to be on the aggressive side today. But I fell to the tricks of unexpected circumstances and now, all my plans were ruined. All that research that I'd compiled and crammed in my head…wasted.

Well, I’m sorry alright. Tell you what, let’s go buy some cute clothes later to make yourself feel better. 

“Sorry to tell you but, unlike most women, I have no sense of fashion at all. If you wish to make me feel better, take me to the bookst-”

She slammed her hand on the table and looked at me straight into the eye. Then, she spelled out: C-L-O-T-H-E-S 

This won’t end well.

OoO

And sure enough, it didn’t.

While Myra did not lie about her plans of going to the clothing store, it was not the truth either. Rather than leading me to a place filled with dresses and other garments, I was led into a lingerie store. I stared at rack after rack of outlandish undergarments, lacy underwear, and unnecessarily designed panties and bras. Each one of them was visited by Myra who rummaged through every hanger like a child in a toy store.

Hey, don’t you think that this one is so cute? Myra laid out a lingerie that was overflowing with ribbons and beads. I dread to think how difficult it would be to wash. Well, if it could even survive a day unbroken.

Myra did not bother to wait for my reply and quickly swept through the next rack. Her smile was stretched from ear to ear and a deep red blush registered on her cheeks. The only time I remember her being this active was when she overdosed on sugar and cream – a result from her failed recipe that she swallowed with pride, literally.

“So,” I spoke, not expecting her to hear me, “this is what you mean by ‘clothing store’?”

She heard my remark and turned - a lingerie tucked in her hand. Now now, don’t be like that. I’ve always wanted to enter stores like this. 

“And what is it that makes an underwear store special?”

“Calling lingerie underwear is a blasphemy to the world of couturières she retorted with a firm hand. A firmness that softened immediately as she placed the lingerie near her cheeks and let out a romantic sigh, as if totally hooked by the scent and texture. I’ve always wanted to enter this place but I can’t because my parents would make a great fuss about how I became mature enough to be curious about such things. But now that you’re with me, I can just put the blame on you and tell them that you bought them all for me - which you totally would, of course. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” I responded but she ignored me

Hey, come and join me too. These lingerie are so adorable. She beckoned, visibly squirming in delight.

Sighing with a smile, I joined her. If my pocket is on the line, then I guess it’s only fair to buy one of my own. But, as I tried to find something that would catch my fancy, a saleslady approached.

“Hi, maam,” she greeted but I did not bother to look. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Not much. I’m just looking around,” I replied, fiddling with the hanging sets. 

“Is it your first time? I can help you in searching for one that would captivate your lover.”

“Arguable,” I said, not taking my eyes off the undergarments “Lingerie, by definition, is nothing more than fancy undergarments. In a practical sense, they are not. But in terms of mental and social factors, they yield great feats in accentuating a person’s physique, making her so much more attractive to her mate, while at the same time, boosting her self-esteem.”

“Beg your pardon?”

“From that reason, the formula branches off into countless equations: kinky ones to heighten a person’s eroticism, wild themed for those who wishes to play it rough, lacy ones for the elegant, childish and adorable for the young at heart, and specialty ones designed to cement their dominance or submission. The list goes on,” I said.

“Taking into account the factor of my personality, preferences, and experience, the type that suits me best are the simple, and unimpressive ones. However, under the pressure of my lover and social norms, I believe that this one would yield results satisfying enough.” I presented a bridal-style lingerie to the sales lady. “Can I get a larger one, please?”

Instead of replying, she just stared at me - both her, Myra, and a small crowd of other girls whom I'd unknowingly attracted by my rant. Unable to formulate what emotion to show, I, too, was only able to return their stare.

Myra then rushed at me and forcefully dragged me by the hand until we reached the changing room. And inside, she scolded me: You should really prevent yourself from going into nerd bursts. Those words are not something that a normal person would say. There were so many onlookers; what if someone there went to our shop and recognized me? 

"Oh, I see. So that’s why they were looking – unusual things are interesting." And with that, I apologized to her

Good. She sighed in relief, her childish smile coming back.

Whoa, I can’t believe it, she exclaimed upon seeing the lingerie that I'd forgotten to return. We got the exact same set. Different colors but they are of the same designs. 

“Do not underestimate my analyzing skills,” I said, puffing my chest with an immature pride. “I have no sense of fashion so it stands to reason that I would just take your preferences into account. And all the factors conclude that you would go for something lacy and elegant.”

Amazing. I can’t wait to see you wearing it. 

Then my face went cold. “Wait, what do you mean?”

We are already in the changing room. We might as well try it out, right? No looking until I give the signal, okay? Then she made me turn away.

As the sound of Myra’s ruffling clothes resounded in the enclosed space, I held my lingerie with a flustered face. Wearing it would not be a problem but right in front of her? I’d been with Myra for so long that I could already predict that, in at moment, I was in grave danger. To make matters worse, what we did earlier at the theater would definitely give her a boost in confidence. And what could be a more appropriate place to harass your girlfriend than in a small room with nothing but a mirror?

The humiliation I suffered earlier was traumatizing enough, but any more could finally cement my role as the submissive one. If I said no, then she would just find another time. The only way to escape was to launch a pre-emptive strike – assault her first where she least expected it.

Sparking my survival instincts, I took a deep breathe, let the lingerie fall into the ground, then twisted my body to confront her once and for all…

…only to see her facing me already.

“W-what?” I stuttered, feeling my color drain from my face. Myra has already succeeded in taking off her shirt and pants but not her underwear. She stood looking at me wearing nothing but her pink bra and panties. And a strange smile as she stared at me.

Nothing, she signed. I just saw you frozen and thought that I could give you a hand. 

Then she walked towards me and grabbed my clothes by the hem.

“I-I can do it by myself.” I tried to push her away but she was too strong and the next thing I knew, she had already unzipped my skirt - it slipped from my legs and down to the floor. So aggressive and feral that there was no mistaking it – her body language was already giving its enticing signs.

And, just before a hand made its way to my dress, I finally got the spark to push her away.

My temper had snapped. Then, in a way that I never did before, I began to talk to her in a sign language

I said I can do it by myself! I wrote in the wind, angrily. Angry as I was, I was not foolish enough to shout inside a changing room.

Surprised by this sudden new form of communication, it took Myra a solid five seconds before she replied, Are you angry? 

Angry? No, I am not angry. I am furious! Every flail of my hand revealed my seething wrath. Do you really think that I cannot read your intentions? 

But I was just- 

The scent of your pheromone level alone shows what you really want to do to me. Again. Do you not have any sense of decency at all? Can't you wait until we reach a place more appropriate? 

So… Myra drifted off for a while .…does that mean a no? 

I let out an exaggerated sigh and sent my hand flying right into my face. The accumulated frustrations and irritation took the form of curved eyebrows, baggy eyes, and a depression that just broke through the acceptance stage. There is really no way out of her, is there? Finally succumbing to my fate, I told her, Fine, let’s have it the way you want. 

I probably just sealed my fate as the eternal sub. I would probably loathe this decision all my life, I would probably even start venting my self-loathing on other people. But one thing is certain: Just screw it all.

Though my body was still showing the effects of anger, Myra held me in an embrace. At first, it was innocent attempt to calm me down, but in no time, her indecency revealed itself. Gently, she moved her thighs between mine and my still wet underwear touched her skin. With a gasp, I felt my libido accumulating again. And before I could make a sound, Myra sealed my lips with a kiss.

Myra let her kiss run deeper and graced my lips with the strawberry taste of her lip gloss. While she busied me with this playful kiss, she moved a hand slowly under my clothes. Her left hand moved to my breast and cupped my mound under my bra. All the while, her right hand was on my crotch and she began to tease my delicate parts.

She fondled my breast with much diligence while at the same time she tweaked my nipple between her fingers and aggressively toyed with it until we could both feel it perking up. Simultaneously, she reached her hand down to my lower lips and let the tips of her fingers glide through the opening of my petals. Still wet from earlier, it took only a short while for me to feel it regaining its heat. Driven by the familiarity, my body responded to her touch, my nectar leaking.

Every faint stroke made me writhe but Myra’s kiss silenced all my cries that I wished to ring in her ears. Without giving me a second of breath, she reached her tongue over to the nape of my neck and licked the sweat that had formed, leaving a glistening trail of saliva. Unsatisfied, she bit my skin lightly and made me jump a bit.

So primal and animalistic, I was helpless against her sadistic games and that pain from her bite faded into a sense of complete ecstasy as she licked the swelling skin. She was so close to me that I could hear her heartbeat resonating together with my muffled whimpers. With thoughts clouded by our mutual affection, all forms of reason were lost.

She lifted up my dress and unfastened my bra. The breeze against my bare skin, coupled with the awareness of the people in the store, filled me with the odd emotion of guilt and mischief. Feeling completely vulnerable, I reached my arms to Myra’s neck and pulled her closer. She responded by leaning over to suckle on my bosom. Her lips nipping lightly on my nipples, she then clamped on them and made me squirm every time she pulled them.

As I began to race for my next breath, she merrily played with my body, pinpointing all my delicate spots and stimulating them with a festive glee. Without stopping from her toying my breasts, she soon let her other hand creep down to my crevice. Already dripping wet and begging for her touch, my maidenhood bloomed, as if acknowledging her presence and calling for her.

Then, with a small final kiss on my lips, Myra descended down to her knees to have a better view of the place that attracts her so. Eyes shining with adoration, she stared at it for a while, cherishing the sight of its lips that twitched as I burned in embarrassment. Then she plunged right to it without much of a warning. With a sudden gasp, I was greeted by a deep kiss that ran through my passage.

The sensation of her light kiss against the pearl of my flower sent pleasurable shivers down my spine before she stuck her tongue out and fiddled with it as you would a sweet drop. She paid no heed to my muffled cries and whimpers as she heightened her ministrations where she played with it aggressively, only to soften down as she recognized the signals that I was nearing climax.

Forced to bite my lips to withhold from making any noise, Myra showed interest on how far I could restrain myself. Finally marking an end for mere teasing, I felt her fingers spread my lower lips apart as she squeezed her way in, ever greedy for the lustful taste of my nectar. Her tongue buried itself inside me, instinctively reaching for the rough areas of my folds and caressing them vigorously until my essence streamed onto her lips. The hot liquid that poured onto her tongue filled her with an unquestionable bliss. All at the cost of my agonizing torment.

I fell to the allure of her demeanor and put my hands found on her head, stroking her hair as if to show appreciation for her actions. Catching my signals, Myra responded in kind by increasing her pace even further, and this time, she brought her fingers to my bud, then she pinched it, hard – an act that made me grit my teeth and curled my toes. So clouded was my mind that no other thoughts entered. All but the sound of my painful breaths could be heard resounding within the small room.

Then, I finally felt it. A voltage of energy blazed through my senses, burning it all into a muted scream. Arching my back as far as I could, my hands gripped her head and forced her to sway with the reverberations that tore me apart. My sense of identity was lost within the sound of my deafening heartbeat, quivering muscles, and a blood that ran cold. Looking down, I caught a peek of Myra’s indecent smile looking up at my troubled expression as she kept her lips between my legs, determined not to waste the final drop.

My back against the wall, my legs slowly gave in and I sat on the floor, exhausted beyond words. Myra wore a look of complete satisfaction. With a smile, she kissed my thighs once more, slowly making her way up to my navel, then to my chest, then finally, to my lips. This was her way of showing gratitude for a hearty feast and I forced my tired lips to stretch to a smile just to return the gesture.

OoO

Without speaking a single word, we got the bus and settled in the furthest seat. The tension was such that you could feel the wind freezing between us. And, to make matters worse, our faces were clouded by the image of so much gloom that we made any nearby passenger tremble from the negative aura.

When we left the dressing room, it was easy enough to pretend that a normal girl’s lollygagging was to blame for our time in there. But no matter how much I tried to shake it off, I know deep inside that we were being stared at. And that sixth sense confirmed itself after we finally discovered that Myra’s biting had left a hickey on the back of my neck.

The rest of the day went as anyone would expect – I rained Myra with barrage after barrage of passive-aggressive messages. Each one vented my seething anger at how she ruined my reputation in the blink of an eye. The deed was done – my face was recorded by the cameras, everyone could recognize me, and from now on, we will not have the courage to go back to that place. The only thing that I could do now was to make Myra know how much I hate her.

She nudged my shoulder for the umpteenth time, but I gave her no reply but complete silence. From the reflection of the window glass, I observed her face that was marred with guilt. Deep down, I had already forgiven her but I just wanted to be left alone for now.

Is it alright to leave things like this? I pondered. I'd made so many plans but I failed without being able to start a single one. It would be a lie to say that I did not enjoy our time together but is it really me talking or my passive self telling me to just accept things the way they are, again?

Unable to find the answer, I just let it go with a sigh. Then I look back to Myra to finally grant her forgiveness.

Only to be shocked at what I saw.

There she was, no longer trying to earn my attention. Rather, in her hand was my tablet from which I recorded my plans. And she was reading it intently. My tablet was filled with nothing valuable to another person so its password was always at default. But now, it is in the hands of someone important.

Automatically, my hands leaped out to take it back but Myra dodged them without so much of a hitch. On my second attempt, she jumped out of her seat, gracefully avoiding my vain attempts without even taking her eyes off the gadget. Passengers began looking at the small commotion that we'd caused but they were the least of my concerns. After a few more tries, I managed to corner Myra. However, it was more like I was lured into her trap.

When I made my move, she countered by catching my wrist. Then, she raised my hand as high as possible, trapping me like a kitten held by the scruff of its neck. I know that I must get my data back but, at that moment, I was frozen in place by her alarmingly sinister grin. Eyes locked together, I felt a chill in my bones as her smile revealed little fangs, thirsty for blood.

After I'd got the message, she released my hand and handed me the tablet, her smile unwavering.

This is bad. This is bad. This is bad. My inner voice was panicking.

And, sure enough, right at the exact time when the bus reached the next stop, Myra took my hand again and dragged me off the vehicle. What awaited me was a sight that did not surprise me: the entrance to a hotel. It does not take an expert to know what it means to be led to such a place.

“I am not going to return home alive, am I?” I said to no one as I let out yet another sigh, ready to accept my fate most cruel.

OoO

After unlocking the door, Myra did not spare a single second to observe the room. Instead, she let herself loose and began laughing out of control. Mute as she was, the sound of her wheezing and quaking body was loud enough to showcase her uncontrollable guffawing. In a few seconds more, her shortened breaths and endless rattling took its toll on her and she finally collapsed on the floor, still laughing.

I watched in silence as she placed her hand on her stomach, trying to finally calm herself down after her laughter started hurting. But it did not help at all and she began pounding her fist on the mattress, in rhythm with her snickers.

“Could you please stop laughing already?” I said with a frown as I closed the door behind me.

I-I'm-s-  she tried to write her reply but she was still laughing too hard to formulate a proper sentence. I could feel myself sinking in embarrassment as she filled the room with the sound of her incessant laughter. After a few more burst of giggles, she finally managed to look me in the eye and properly reply.

So, she began, her smile still as large and insulting, what was that all about again?

“Well, what do you think?”

Fully loading your tablet with terabytes worth of pornographic materials, candid pictures of me, and countless data that studied my personality, interests, and relationship with my family… she began recounting what she'd read in that brief time on the bus. I don’t expect that you even gave it a scientific title, did you? 

Under my breath, I murmured its cursed title, 'Reversing sexual roles between homosexual alpha female and her submissive female mate…' 

She heard none of my grumblings and continued her rant. Honestly, you should just learn to be more open. She began to sound serious. If you want to be the dominant one, then you could have spared yourself all of those and just ask me. 

“I’m sorry, alright,” I said, sourly. Then I turned my gaze away. I admit that I may have crossed the borders and become a stalker but can it really be helped when this is the only way I know?

But you know what? I also have to thank you for this, she said. She started unbuckling her belt and let her pants slide to the floor, revealing not her panties, but the sight of ornate fabric - she was already wearing the lingerie that we'd bought earlier. Maybe she put it on when she went for a bathroom break back at the mall. 




I was actually starting to feel guilty at my constant bullying. I was thinking that I might be abusing you already and, as always, you were just too afraid to protest. 

“Well, you're not wrong.”

After she took off her shirt, I marveled at the beauty that I'd never tired of. Her figure and face had always been perfect but the frilly and lacy undergarments accentuated her figure with the theme of elegance and seduction. Slowly, she made her way to me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, letting me have another taste of her sweet lip gloss.

She sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, face tilted to her finest angle, and index finger beckoning me to come over. Her movement was so smooth and well-coordinated it felt as if she planned this event herself, including the choice of clothing and room.

Come over, little kitten, she wrote. Her sign language carried a certain special charm different from her usual flow. I’m letting you have your way with me. Prove your worth in this lovely evening. 

Her captivating eyes and tempting lips cast a spell on first sight but she broke it at once when she began giggling – an act that set her mood from seductive to outright adorable. As the prize was being handed to me, there was no sense of achievement to be found here and the situation was anything but favorable either. She was taunting me with a challenge and all I could do was stand frozen and feel cold sweat drip as my anxiety started piling up. With a nervous gulp, I heeded her invitation and made my way to her.

In a false bravado, I placed my hand on her naked shoulder and immediately slide my hand to her breast, like the inexperienced and dependent person that I am. The absence of foreplay made my partner look at me with a taunting smile. But, strangely, I could also feel her cheering for me. And, from that smile, I finally realized…this is the boundary where education can no longer be of use.

Thus, with a deep breath in, I recomposed myself and left everything to intuition. I grabbed her other breast and began to fondle with them both. At first, she tilted her head to the side, conveying her lack of interest in my inelegance but as my handling took off, her arousal spread to her thoughts. Pressing her mounds firmly, they felt like soft pillows in my hands. Pillows that I toyed with by rubbing them in a circular motion until, slowly, I felt their softness start to take form as the call of her libido sent her blood racing. Not to be left out, I clamped her now hardened nipples between my thumb and index fingers and teasingly pulled them every once in a while.

Myra lifted her head as she amused herself with my inexperienced ministrations. Her breathing started to hasten but her mocking smile had yet to be swiped. It was clear that she was just holding back, looking down at me as if saying that I was too ambitious for my own good.

Still playing with her breast, I leaned over and kissed her on the chest, slowly making my way down, caressing every inch of her skin. But, while my heart is shaking from anxiety, I felt her pulse remaining calm; her skin still cold and unimpressed. But, as I felt my heart sinking, the tables turned.

Reaching her navel, I left a kiss. A kiss that, in a spur of a moment, made Myra writhe and grasp the sheets. It was a reaction that was completely out of the blue and I looked up, my eyebrow raised. But she only returned the same curiosity as if it was a weakness of which she was unaware. On my next move, I kissed her on the same spot but this time, I made it even deeper and the resulting event confirmed the spot where she is most vulnerable.

She squirmed and I watched how her legs and toes begin to curl in ecstasy. Letting my tongue wander around her midriffs, her limbs squirmed as if in pain. When I looked up, her eyes were shut tight and face was twisted into the image of someone holding her sounds of pain. And thus, for the first time in our relationship, I found myself finally being the one in control.

I smiled sadistically as the cold sensation of my tongue marked a path against the warmth of her bare belly.

And while I do so, I hear Myra’s breathing tensing up under the influence of her will to keep her mocking composure. But, while she gritted her teeth, my pent-up carnal desires were woken. I lifted my hands off her breasts and set my sights on her lower lips that must have been aching by now. My suspicion was confirmed by the sight of the moisture that soaked her underwear.

Kissing her navel one last time, I slowly made my way down and buried my face between her thighs,. My tongue wandered about, tasting her sweet flavor that had dampened the fabric. Her intoxicating scent wafted, fanning my ravenous appetite but I kept myself contained for I want to torment her a little longer. I nibbled on her little bud, a gasp escaped from Myra’s lips. When her legs shook, I grabbed her thighs to keep her under my control, then buried my face even closer to her flooding core. So close, the warmth of my breathing alone was enough to tease her. Then, using my lips, I bit on her panties and pulled them out of the way, a string of thick liquid following.

Unfamiliar with such a treatment, she struggled to find a way to cope and try to reclaim her place. She wriggled to and fro, and tried to nudge me to stop. So, without warning, I lifted both of her legs and forcefully pushed her to the bed. Her abdomen was bent and her ankles forced to settle by her head. In this uncomfortable position, she grunted and tried to squirm her way out but the more she resisted, the firmer I insisted that she remained in place.

When she finally settled, I used a few more seconds to stare at her. The image of shame was etched on her face but her maidenhood that twitched from excitement gave a different view. I let my saliva cascade down to her fissure, lubricating her for a bit before I pressed my finger on her flushed petals and began rubbing her thoroughly. I stimulated her entrance, running my fingers around and aroused her most sensitive areas only to pull my fingers out before she could enjoy it too much. Every time I did so, her face curved into disheartenment and I cherished this newfound expression, as cruel as I may be.

Soon, she was on the verge of begging. My smile grew even crueler as I thought of the times that she'd made me wear the same face. I let my tongue run along inside her, the nectar that pooled from all the moments of teasing blessed my tongue with a saccharine essence and a temperature hot enough to burn.

Though she cannot formulate any sound, the sound of her heavy breathing was enough to fill me with joy. Is she nearing climax? I thought as my tongue began to take note of her thick flavor that slowly changed. I could feel her delicate flower clamping on my tongue, gently leading me to the spots where she is most vulnerable. But I restrained myself, prolonging her suffering. I pulled away and turned my attention to her little bud that was swollen with so much arousal it must have been painful. 

My tongue danced on her little pearl, mercilessly drowning her with the sensation of disarrayed ecstasy. Her legs bucked and her breathing became ragged. Her lovely cries for release only heightened my joy as I placed my hands on her breasts. pressing her hardened nipples and pulling them as she cried out. When she reached her peak, I instantly increased my pace and fiddled with her as aggressively as I could.

Then she broke.

She tensed. Biting her lips, her legs shook, and her arms flailed before she gripped the sheets as tight as possible, as if scared of losing herself in the process. And out came a strong stream of liquid, cascading down her body, making an even bigger mess of her. When I let go, she collapsed on the bed. Completely deprived of energy, her breathing echoed within the room and a weak but steady flow leaked out of her.

“Well, how was it?” I asked, but she was too weak to even raise her arms. She did, however, manage to return a small smile.

Violated all over, her completely messed up image filled me with a twisted sense of joy and I could not deny that I was already throbbing between my legs. Unable to resist, I jumped out of the bed and took out my clothes as fast as possible. Myra looked at with an exhausted expression. After I’m done, I returned to her.

“I’m sorry,” I said before I placed my arm on her right leg. “If you got sick, I promise to take care of you.”

She raised a curious eyebrow but not before I propped her right leg up and positioned my crevice against hers. At first, she tried to resist me with what little energy she had left but I just could not help myself anymore. I’m sorry, Myra, I will properly make it up to you next time.

As if our lower lips were kissing each other, I felt the warmth of our indecency staining our privates. Warm and slick but at the same time, strangely enticing, it was a sensation that I cannot refuse. When I began to grind myself against her, our nectar intermingled in a thick sap. Rougher I went, fervently rubbing our privates together and feeling each other’s convulsions with every motion.

My pleasured voice synchronized lovingly with her incessant breathing, further fueling my yearning for her. The bed creaked loudly with our vigorous motions but not loud enough to mask our disoriented crying. I held her hand as I got even rougher. With a smile, I licked the sole of her feet and made her squirm once more. The frantic thrumming of our hearts was deafening, not even the sound of my own voice can get to my head. In this moment, I forgot that I am a human and thought myself an animal starved for her mate - a mate that I so greedily lavish upon.

By the moment our breathing had turned into torturous gasps, we were already soaking the bed with our overflowing love. A burning heat pulsed through our veins. I felt our minds slowly dissolve with every earnest stroke. Completely insatiable, we slowly fell to the lust that broke our rationality apart, enticed beyond measure by the enchantment of lust. It was a madness that lasted until we ultimately came upon the orgasm that we craved the most.

Holding each other dearly, we grind each other for one last time as a grand wave of pleasure rushed through my head, dissolving everything into white. With our backs bent, our mouths opened to a lovely scream, and our legs succumbed to a surge of voltage. When the rage of convulsions finally faded, our stamina immediately gave in and we collapsed on the bed.

Sweating all over and spasming, hands were firmly locked with each other. For a moment, our eyes were fixed on our exhausted, lovely smiles. Then we leaned in closer and kissed each other goodnight.

OoO

Restless and deprived of sleep, I circled around my room with a troubled expression. A finger on my lip, my thoughts were lost within the dark clouds of a newfound dilemma. Three days have passed since the day of our date but I have not found a single data to record. We left the hotel without speaking much and we both refused to bring up the matter.

Our lack of recognition for the event made it all feel like nothing more than a dream. But, most scary, from that day, Myra never made any advance on me at all.

“Three days,” I whispered. Three days without a single touch. I threw both of my hands to my head as the hair-pulling frustration presented itself once more. I released another groan while venting out the questions that I dread to ponder, “Did she hate it so much that she is putting me on a ban? Is she giving me silent treatment to make me feel her disappointment? Have I gone too far that I end up damaging her self-confidence?”

Uncertainty is the very root of fear and Myra’s refusal to tell me anything caused havoc to my mental state.

The doorbell rang and when I answered it, I saw Myra standing at the gate. I hurriedly welcomed her and when she saw me coming, her lips curved into a wide grin, contrasting my tired image.

“What brings you here?” I asked curiously, as she made her way inside. Then, I noticed her large handbag that was stuffed full. “And what’s with the bag? Are you going to sleep over or something”

She did not answer but kept her cheery image. I could already feel her humming a joyful melody. But she immediately locked the door behind us. Her devilish side was summoned into its most malevolent form.

I came here to play. Surely you have the time, right? she wrote. Her smile made me shiver.

“Yeah?”

She unzipped her bag and let its contents fall to the floor. My nerves jumped. Blindfolds, candles, collars, handcuffs, ball gag, meters length of rope, and a generous length of chain all fell from her hands. I felt my face turning white from the sight and I dare not even look at how wide her perverse grin must be.

 In a flash, I turned away and made a run for my life.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I think I'm beginning to have a fetish for navels and thighs.
If anyone's wondering about the ending, it is up to your interpretation. You could believe that Myra enjoyed being the sub or she was out for revenge. Your choice.