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and returned to her accent. “You come when I say.”
    “Oh, yes, mistress.”
    She left his needful cock smoldering on the launch pad and straddled his mouth. She gripped his skull tight to her cunt and ground the peak of her pubic bone to his nose. She stopped feeling like she was watching herself from a distant vantage. His long tongue traced her slit. “Harder. Flick faster. Not so long there! Inside now!” He followed every instruction to the letter.
    But it was not his adherence to instruction that led Ying to the first orgasm she’d had from a lover’s mouth; it was the control that spurred her as she screamed out. She stripped the rest of her leather and slid down to his rod again, pressed her feet in his knees and split them wider. She whispered in his ear, “Your body now mine.”
    “Yes. Yes, mistress.”
    “You say that so I let you come?” She savored his chest hairs.
    “No, please leave me unsatisfied. Let me prove myself.”
    “Now you come!”
    “No, please, mistress!”
    Gerry’s bound body writhed. He grunted and groaned and tried to ease away from her, but she ground her hips harder and shoved her tongue deep in his ear. “Come now, fucking pig!” His orgasm blasted like a fire hose and the grunt from his throat seemed to shake the room. She couldn’t believe what she called him.
    Gerry let out a deep, strange laugh. Ying giggled in reply.
    They lay panting for a time until she whispered without the accent, “My name is Ying.”
    “You’re fucking awesome, Ying!”
    She stroked his face, and then released and embraced his warm, furry body.
     
     
    Gerry was cupped to Ying’s back, the head of his hard cock fused to her tailbone, when she awoke. He gently stroked her upper arm. She slid beneath him and spread her legs. He kissed down her neck along her breasts. He dipped between her legs and ate her gently, very differently than she had instructed. It made her ascend more slowly, even so, for the second time in her life, she had an orgasm from a lover’s mouth.
    He triumphantly crawled up between her legs and touched the tip of his cock to her pussy lips.
    Ying nodded her approval and he descended into her.
    Despite his bulk, Gerry moved delicately. He kissed her neck and she opened it so he could bite. She wanted to feel the full might that had punished her via remote control; Red’s rapture was something she coveted. He kissed more gently. She twirled one of the strands of twine, still tied on each corner of her bed, in her hand. “You know, I used to watch…Tuesdays and Fridays.”
    He nodded. “I know. Um…good peripheral vision.”
    Ying laughed and then tilted her head down subserviently. “Sometimes I want…”
    His expression shifted immediately to the one she had seen in his last night with Red.
    She stroked her hands delicately in his chest hair. “To be made love to gently.”
    “Oh, of course.” He made love to her slowly, sweetly, reverently.
     
     
    Tuesdays and Fridays Ying and Gerry shared meals in their respective bedrooms via remote control. Gerry the remote; Ying the control.
    For dessert, Gerry dressed in various outfits before he crept over: thief, soldier, cop, even once he was a most convincing construction worker who hooted and hollered at Ying until she made him pay.
    Ying dressed always in her precious white leather outfit, which was becoming more supple with wear, like Gerry. Ying found new ways to punish him: a cat of nine tails, a thick leather belt, a willow switch, clamps, a nasty long purple dildo she dubbed “the enforcer.” Gerry took everything she could deliver.
    Mornings after were tender. Sometimes they made love; sometimes they sat cross-legged, nude on the bed, sipped tea and talked. They talked of childhood, of fears and frustrations, joys and jubilations. She even told him about G.I. Joe. The day he mounted a hook like the one in his bedroom on Ying’s ceiling, Gerry told that he was a young executive, very powerful, and struggled