Steven began doing as he was told. Slowly he began using both of his hands to stroke and massage Jocelyn’s legs, first one then the other. She would periodically flex them as he did so, and Steven could feel how they would become almost like steel in his hands. After a time, Jocelyn squatted in front of him and offered her arms for him to worship, as she pumped and flexed them as well. As he worked on Jocelyn’s arms, Steven thought how he had nothing to compare with what this woman had.
Finally Jocelyn stood up and sat down on the bed. “Come up here, Steve.”
Now you’re talking, Steve thought.
“Wrestle me.”
“What?”
Jocelyn repeated: “I said, wrestle me. Show me what you can do.”
Steven hesitated before answering. “Uh, okay, but let’s face it: I don’t really know anything about wrestling and, well, you’re clearly stronger than I am.”
“Well, we don’t really know that until you try, do we?” Jocelyn smiled.
Steven said, “sure I’m game,” and grinned.
Thinking his only chance was going to be surprise, Steven immediately launched himself at Jocelyn pushing her back on the bed, climbing on top of her and pushed Jocelyn’s hands down, pinning them above her head. Jocelyn squealed in delight at the surprise but within seconds and without moving her hands, Jocelyn used her powerful legs to push up, raising both her buttocks and Steven off the bed. Once in the air, she swung one leg up and pushed Steven back so that he fell backward on the bed, releasing Jocelyn’s arms, and finding one of her muscled legs underneath his back and the other now coming down on top of his chest and clamping together in a body sissors.
“That wasn’t a bad move, Steven, but it isn’t that easy to keep me down.”
“Yeah, I see that,” he replied gasping for some air. As he struggled some more to try and escape the powerful lock of Jocelyn’s legs, he added, “don’t you think this proves I’m no match for you?”
“Oh, perhaps, but we can’t be too sure right away,” Jocelyn laughed. “Besides I’m having way too much fun! Try to fight back!”
Jocelyn then grabbed one of Steven’s arms and turned herself over and releasing his body just enough to pull his head into a sissors lock of her thighs. Steven was now having his neck squeezed while his faced was pressed against Jocelyn’s ass. He tried to pull her legs apart with her arms but found them impossible to budge.
What Jocelyn was doing hurt him some, but, he thought, it was a hell of a view.
After a few minutes of Steven’s grunting and begging for some mercy, Jocelyn finally loosened her legs to allow his head to move a little.
“Kiss my ass, Steven. Then lick it. Lick the muscles with your warm tongue.”
Steven did as he was told, and frankly could do little else.
After some time spent in this position, Jocelyn held Steven in place, turned her body around, flipping the position of her legs until she had one leg circling the back of Steven’s head and with her other thigh beside his head. His face was pressed up against her pussy and the more she pulled on her leg, the more his face would press against her sex.
“Pleasure me, Steven, until I tell you stop.”
Steven, clearly recognizing that he had lost all control of what would happen and when he did as he was told. Jocelyn held Steven’s head in place first with her legs, and then added her hands, sometimes directing his movements as he brought her to two successive orgasms. “Once more.” Jocelyn laid back on the bed, but continuing to hold his head tightly in placed with her long, muscled legs, as he lapped and sucked this Amazon goddess to a third event.
At no time during these acrobatics did Steven lose his erection, she noticed. And only once she was finished did Jocelyn turn Steven over and climb on top and proceed to to make love to him, on top, biting his nipples, and pinning his wrists to the bed as she did so. Finally, Jocelyn lowered herself onto Steven’s rock-hard cock and rode him until he exploded inside of her.
Steven stayed over at Jocelyn’s that night, but little more occurred. Jocelyn cradled his head against her bosom as they slept and in the morning Steven had to leave for an appointment. He made coffee and left a note hoping she would call him again that day.
As he drove off, he wasn’t sure what to make of it. He was thrilled to have reconnected with a girl he had worshipped in school but it was equally clear that their relationship was not an equal one. Jocelyn clearly expected to be in control and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it.
On the one hand, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be involved in a sexual relationship with a woman with a body as hot as Jocelyn’s, even if she was at least as attracted to his money as to him. On the other hand, he got the sense that if this was how their first time went, he could only imagine what the nature of their relationship would be in a couple of months. He’d read enough porn over the years to recognize that Jocelyn was at best a control freak and at worst a full blown dominatrix who would eventually reduce him to a complete state of sexual slavery. And disturbingly, his cock got really hard when he turned that phrase, “sexual slavery,” over in his mind.
About two hours later, his cell phone went off. Jocelyn was on the other end.
“Hi Steve.” He could tell right away from her tone of voice that she was a little ticked at him for leaving before she woke, but hoped the note helped. “I must say I was pissed off at first that you weren’t here when I woke up, but you redeemed yourself by making coffee, and leaving a note with your cell.”
“Thank goodness,” Steven replied. “I’d love to see you again. Can I come over again tonight? I’ll take you to dinner.”
“Tonight won’t work.” That’s not true, Jocelyn thought, but she wanted to exercise control over the pace and tempo, and putting him off one night wouldn’t hurt. “Tomorrow is better. I’ll expect to see you at 7 again.” And after a little more chit-chat, they hung up.
The next night went a lot like the first night out. Steven drove to Jocelyn’s apartment, and they left for dinner with her driving his car. Dinner went nicely, and Jocelyn and Steven found that they had a surprising ability to converse with each other, despite the quite different paths each took after school. And they shared many attitudes about politics (moderately conservative), religion (agnostic at best), and values.
In the course of dinner, Steven found his attraction to Jocelyn growing stronger and stronger. She was tall, beautiful, and powerful and he found that combination increasingly intoxicating. He wanted to be with her. He had to be with her!
For her part, Jocelyn saw in Steven, perhaps, just the kind of long-term relationship that could work for her. She liked him: he was more engaging, and more confident than she had remembered in high school. Maybe it was his maturity, or perhaps it was hers. He was rich and money always helped—a lot. She had plans for some of that money to fulfill some of her ambitions. And, after last night, it was clear that Steven would, rather quickly she thought, accept her complete domination of him, especially sexually, but in other ways as well.
Jocelyn had no interest in carrying on in a relationship with a man she could not dominate and control on a daily basis. She had known about that aspect of her personality since she was young. Unfortunately, so many of her fellow police officers were the same way, any relationships started through her department never lasted. She wasn’t sure how Steven would react to the more extreme forms domination and discipline she would ultimately subject him to, but she suspected by the time she got around to he would be completely enthralled with her. Regardless, not being the most patient woman, she would press ahead just the same.
After dinner, Jocelyn wasted little time in going back to her apartment and taking Steven to bed. Jocelyn played pretty much the same wrestling game with Steven she had the night before, the only difference being that this night, after she flipped Steven over on his back and she climbed on top of him, she pulled her handcuffs out of the nightstand and against Steven’s mild protestations secured his wrists to the brass bedframe. Steven was in that position a long time before Jocelyn finally concluded her games with him and released him to actually sleep with her.
The two lovers did not see each for the next two days, as Jocelyn had the night shift. Jocelyn didn’t want to overdo it right away anyway. It was Sunday afternoon before they were able to hook up again and while they watched some football, Jocelyn decided to get some fun in before they went out for dinner.
“Steve, did you ever play cops and robbers when you were a kid?”
“Well, yes, I guess so. I don’t remember playing it much, though.”
“Really? I played it all the time. I was always the cop.”
“Surprise, surprise.”
Jocelyn let the silence go for several seconds. “Would you like to play cops and robbers now?”
Steven grinned, though a little nervously, “okay, sure. What do you have in mind?”
Jocelyn showered a wide smile on Steven. “Well, I’ll leave and you act like you are ransacking the place. I come in, surprising you, and we’ll just play it from there. Sounds like fun?”
“Uh, sure.”
Jocelyn got up and put all of her police equipment back on, although he noticed she did not put on regulation boots. She had grabbed a pair that went up her thighs and had three-inch heels.