Sorority – part 9

by Autumn Seave

The years passed. I went to classes, played with my sisters and spent wonderful hours pleasing you. I still thought about my first birthday here in the house, but I never mentioned it – not to you, my sisters, or in my journals. I knew that that evening was a task for you and I chose not to test your love.

But that night made me want more. Not more sex, but more from you. I wanted you to be more dominating, more forceful. I wanted to feel the bite of those clamps on my nipples but you never used them again. I assumed that was because they reminded you of that night and you had chosen to forget it.

As new girls came into the house, I got less of your time. I was really hurt when I noticed this. I thought I’d done something to displease you. After I’d noticed, I became sulky without meaning to. I just didn’t know how to communicate my pain and frustration to you.

You came to me one night. That was unusual because you usually sent for me either by a note under the door or by sending one of my sisters. But this time you’d knocked on my door softly. You came into the room without a word and began to make love to me, slowly and gently, as if it were my first time.

Somehow, I knew not to speak even though your gentle touches made me want so much more. It took all my willpower not to beg you to pinch me or bite me instead of caressing me or licking. There was definitely a different feeling to your love making. Then I realized that’s what it was. You were making love to me, not fucking me.

For hours, you played me, bringing my arousal up and then letting it come down and bringing it up again. You wouldn’t let me come and you maintained your silence, so I did as well.

When you finally gave me what I wanted you slid your body behind me. I could feel every inch of your skin against me and it was then that I knew something was had changed. As you kissed the back of my neck – still ever so gentle – an overwhelming sadness fell over me and the tears began to slip down my cheeks.

Your hands were on my breasts as you rubbed the head of your cock against my tight entrance. Slow, gentle pressure (so unlike the fast and deep thrust I usually begged for) and the head popped past the initial barrier. My instincts were to push back into you so as to be completely filled with your member but somehow I resisted the urge.

Instead you began to rock with me, one hand on my breast and the other just barely stimulating my already hard pleasure button. With each delicate movement your cock slid deeper into the darkness. Only once you were completely buried within my tight walls did your speed increase.

Again, you brought my excitement up and down repeatedly. I’d lost track of how long you’d been manipulating my pleasure. I felt as if I’d been drugged and was caught in a place between wanting this to go on forever and wanting you to let me have my ultimate release.

Finally, you did let me come but it was so gradual I was half way into my orgasm before I knew it was coming. When I thought I was going to come down from this amazing high, you’d increase the pressure on my clit and bring me soaring to new heights.

When the tremors in our bodies subsided, I was about to speak. If felt like I had to say something. But you stopped me.

“You’ll be graduating in a few more months and it is time for me to think about your future. Not your career or anything like that but your sexual needs.”

“But…you give me everything I need.”

“No, I don’t. I know your first birthday here was only the beginning of your fulfillment, but I can’t give you that. No woman who has lived in this house has had the same sexual desires and needs as you have.”

“But…”

“And you’re graduating as well. That means it is time for you to move on. Find a man who can be everything you need him to be.”

“I’ll never find anyone better than you.”

“Yes, you will. In fact…” He paused, almost as if he wasn’t sure if he wanted to say it.

“In fact, there is someone I want you to meet. You’ve actually met him before. He was there that night. He’s asked about you many times. But I’ve always told him you weren’t ready to leave the house yet.”

“He has? He’s asked about me?”

“Yes. He’s been in several relationships where he has learned the techniques of a good Master. But he wants one relationship now. He wants a wife.”

I silently though about what it would be like to be someone’s wife. Not to have to look to my sisters for my pleasures but to have a husband who would take responsibility for me, for my pleasure, for my well-being.

“His name is Bill. Will you meet him?

“Yes.”