Story 2: Submissive Feminist

Chapter 9:

The level of the pool had dropped as we had washed each other. The warm, sweet, liquid tickled me mid-thigh as Laysan reclaimed the loofah and began to scrub my back end. Once again she assumed no restriction nor restraint and ground the rough surface of the sponge with power, precision, and depth leaving me yipping and hopping from time to time and toe to toe.

She turned me to face her and scrubbed my pubis as well. She placed the loofah back into the tub and knelt in the butterscotch before me, pulling me towards her until her cheek pressed softly against my sex. I began to tremble with lust and hope and anticipation. After a moment, she looked up into my eyes. When she saw that I was focused, she tapped each of my arms and then brought her hands together over her head with her fingers entwined in a double fist. Then she tapped my stomach twice. Apparently, she wanted me to hold my hands together. I folded my hands together as she had and held them at my abdomen. Once I was done, she grabbed one of my wrists in each hand, pulled my hands apart, pushed my arms around behind me and let them go. When she brought her own hands back into my view, she clasped them again with fingers interlaced. I realized what she wanted and made the double fist behind my back.

Laysan smiled at me for a moment, then began to cup liquid from the pool and pour it gently over my sex. I gasped and my knees buckled slightly when she began to pull at my labia, rinsing as she did. I closed my eyes and arched my back, stealing breaths when I could among the rhythm of arousal that began to drum within me. Oh, please! Just a little more finger in the right places! I could not stand the arousal much more and my right hand moved around my body to help. I felt a stinging slap on my forearm and Laysan pushed my arms around behind me again. I reclasped my hands and began to weep. I'm so weak!

Laysan patted my sex twice to comfort me, but then resumed her detailed cleansing, pushing me as she did towards a overpowering need. My pelvis bounced and lurched of its own accord seeking to follow where Laysan's delicate fingers had been. I tried to present myself, to arrange myself for maximum contact. Indeed I wanted Laysan on me. I wanted her all over me. But, she continued washing and softly coaxing my sex. For a second I feared that Lisianski had already corrupted Laysan and she would merely tease me to insanity. I realized, though, that Laysan's teasing was a tool to allow me to express my desire as completely and as fully as I could.

I opened my eyes. The steam around us flashed with colors, rich and intense. I felt the tickle of the colors flow from within me, their wavelengths buzzing from my open pores - snapping and popping as Laysan's soapy fingers slid across my flesh. Breathe!

Finally, she began to finger my clitoris, coaxing and rinsing it. My left leg gave out and I started to collapse moaning and splashing. I had lost muscle control. Laysan caught me as I trembled and wept in her arms. She lay me back so that I floated on the surface of the pool and slowly scooped water over my head as I helplessly breathed the words "thank you" over and over.

When I had reclaimed control, Laysan helped me back to my feet and wiped my sex with a smooth, soft cloth. Then she continued bathing me - down my legs, pulling feet and bending knees until she was finished. I was in such a daze that I remained standing, stone still, until I realized that she had stood, pulled my hands apart and pressed the loofah into my palm. It was now my turn to do her.

I copied her pattern once again. She obviously had two purposes in this exercise. She wanted to clean me, but also, she was teaching me how to clean someone else - how to serve.

When I had knelt and began to rinse her sex, she clasped her hands behind her back as she had taught me. As I manipulated the folds of her sex, I wondered if I would be able to have the same effect on her that she did for me. I wanted more than anything in the world to provide her with ultimate pleasure, but I wasn't sure that I would be capable. After washing a bit, in fact, I was certain that I was failing as she had reacted minimally.

When I looked up into her face, though, I saw that her eyes were closed and her lips had parted slightly to allow larger breaths. I pressed my cheek to the inside of her thigh. I could feel a tremor deep within her. I stopped worrying about my actions and used the tremor to lead me as I went along. As the tremor within her grew I began to smell the fragrance of her arousal.

I have provided pleasure to women in my life, dear reader. Sometimes it was a purposeful thing where I thought of myself and my preferences and applied them to my lover in a calculated escalation of contact and caress - a purposeful placement of fingers, a planned thrust and curling of knuckles. This, my friends was nothing so noetic, nothing so purposive. I was driven solely by arousal. Laysan's thrill swept into my soul and drove me in the steam and sweet pool. Heaven must be such a place.

Soon, I was assaulted by a whip of wet hair. Laysan had begun to bend forward and was about to collapse, so I stood and caught her in my arms. I held her body close, feeling her heart pound next to mine, until she could stand on her own again.

We stood together as close as possible squeezing our bodies together, breasts and bellies and thighs. She kissed me and I met her lips with a degree of ferocity. I pushed my tongue between her lips and felt along her teeth. I tried to explore further, but her jaw remained fixed. There was something foreign on the surface of some teeth - something textured.

I stepped back and pushed a finger between her lips, tentatively at first until I understood that she did not mind. To each side of her mouth I found wires - some kind of orthodontia, perhaps. I think that her mouth is wired shut. Regardless, there seemed to be no passage past the impenetrable wall of her teeth.

Laysan brought her hand to my mouth as well and slipped two fingers inside. I opened my mouth and watched as she smiled, strangely amused as she pinched and tussled my tongue. After a moment, I closed my lips around her fingers and sucked on them until she pulled them away.