It is surprisingly easy- take one male specimen, a simple enough creature, and using feminine wiles, charm and plain old blackmail, I found I could turn him into the almost perfect companion. I call him Monster, which he takes as a term of endearment. I told you they were simple.
I'm not a dominatrix, per se, it's just that after several disastrous affairs I felt I needed to take control. I grew tired of being used, so what better way to be in control than to create my own Monster?
He learns quickly, my every whim satisfied- well, almost. I have created him, he is mine to order about. Housework all done, shopping carried from the shops to the car, the car chauffeured and the shopping unpacked upon reaching home. Reading had become second nature to him, and my Monster entertains me with stories, keeping me up to date on current affairs. He knows how to lose gracefully at board games. My Monster displays all the outward qualities of the perfect partner without the needy, greedy side. As I say, an almost perfect companion.
Oh, don't get me wrong. I know he wants me, if you catch my drift? When I bathe he sits and reads to me, but I see his eyes wander, taking in my long, red hair, my well-formed breasts, my flat tummy. His eyes wander further, the trimmed hair barely covering my rose coloured lips. I see the dilemma on his face, and the stirring in his trousers. But he knows the rules, he is here for my bidding, and for that reason alone. He does exactly what is asked of him, nothing more.
"Monster," I will say, and he is here beside me. "I am going out tonight, and I want my skirt and blouse ironed, and my underwear laid out." And he will nod, and without question will go about his duties. Good Monster. And later, after I have showered, he will sit in the chair of the bedroom and watch as I dress, without comment unless I ask his opinion. He drives me to my rendezvous, opening the door for me, and will be there to pick me up again at the designated time. Every woman should have a Monster.
I had a particularly gruelling day at work and was in a bad mood when Monster picks me up. My mood doesn't improve when I see a scratch on the car door.
"What happened, Monster?"
He tells me he had parked at the supermarket and had returned to see the damage. Of course, no one had accepted responsibility, no note left on the car. I fume all the way home. Upon entering the house, I instruct him to make me a drink while I change. I trudge upstairs, the beginning of a headache forming over my right temple.
My outer garments are in the laundry basket when I hear him behind me. Turning, I look quizzically as I see his empty hands.
"Drink?"
He looks crestfallen.
"Tonic water wasn't on the list. I shall walk to the corner shop and buy some now." He starts to turn.
The words are out of my mouth before I realise it.
"Oh, fuck me."
It is an off the cuff comment, designed to relieve tension, but Monster doesn't see it as such. He takes two strides, his hands on my arms, his face close to mine.
"Of course, if you desire it."
I redden, flustered.
"It's just... I don't mean..."
He looks perplexed, I can see my Monster is trying to understand what is happening. He says, simply. "I have read every book you have given me. I am aware of the concept of 'fucking'. It is my duty to fulfil your request."
He is waiting for me to tell him what to do, that is my Monster's function. I realise I am tingling, anticipation coursing through my body.
"Show me what you have learned."
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One hand touches my cheek, the other runs down my arm, fingers tenderly stroking the skin. He leans forward and his lips meet mine, the softest of touches. Then his lips are on my eyes, lightly kissing the closed lids. His hand on my shoulder, then around to the nape of my neck, pulling me closer, the other hand still framing my face, stroking my hair.
He steps back, my legs make contact with the bed. I can feel his arousal against my tummy. He stands a foot taller than me, he leans down to continue kissing me. His hands pull me to him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine for the first time. He breaks the kiss, eyes on mine.
"Does this please you?"
I mutter an affirmative response, slightly blown away by the situation. He resumes kissing me, his hands on my back, one hand dipping to cup my buttock. His hand is warm against the bare skin. I tingle.
With ease, he lifts me, our lips still locked, his tongue pressing lightly against my lips, forcing them apart. Monster holds me close, I feel the fabric of his shirt against my bare stomach, my thigh nudging against his apparent ardour. Stepping forward, he places me on the bed, and sits beside me, one hand sliding down my leg, soft and tender is his touch.
Monster caresses and kisses me, light, butterflies on my skin. His fingers trace the strap of my bra, over my shoulder, and down my back. With one hand the clasp is undone. I feel my breasts hang free, aware my nipples are already stiffening. Monster then looks to me, again for permission. The faintest of nods is all that is necessary.
This is the first time my Monster has been in such close proximity to my naked breasts- touching distance. The bra is slid from my shoulders easily. I am unsure what books he has been reading, but so far, so good. His warm hand reaches up to cup my breast, he seems in awe.
Monster's touch is sensual, he caresses me gently. His thumb moves up and over my nipple, puckering under his touch. I see a smile on his face, he catches me looking and the smile falters. I smile back, allowing him the knowledge that he is doing well.
My Monster becomes bolder, and his head dips to my breast, his breath warm, his lips moist. His first taste, his tongue tentative, probing. A shiver runs through me, immediately he questions me.
"Are you cold?"
"No, I'm not cold."
Satisfied, Monster returns his attention to my breast. I move to lean back, and he follows my movements, lying beside me, upper body propped up on his elbow, the other hand caressing my skin, my ribcage, the underside of my breasts, my stomach, while his tongue and lips collide with my hardened nipples.
I won't admit how good this feels, not to my Monster. He needs to learn, and he learns by practice. I let out a sigh, a welcome noise to his ears. He looks to me as he continues attending to my breasts, my nipples hardening further, the firm flesh tingling under his touch. I allow my eyes to close, enjoying the sensations, moaning softly in recognition of his work so far.
His right hand skims my skin, across my stomach, fingers playing with the area around my belly button. My skin flutters beneath his touch. Emboldened, Monster's fingers trace along the top of my panties, the cotton already moistened between my legs. I say nothing, my head back against the pillow, my hair creating a halo. My eyes still closed, my lips open, baring teeth, my breath escaping in satisfied hisses.
Monster's teeth close gently on a nipple, his touch gentle but enough to send waves of desire through me. I moan again, shifting slightly, legs ajar. His attention is now torn between my breasts and what remains hidden below, his breath hot against my nipples, I feel his head turn and know he is gazing at my panties. Another dilemma. I wait to see his next move.
"Your panties...?"
His words bring me out of my soft, warm world.
"What of them?"
"May I remove them?"
"What does your book tell you to do?"
Instead of answering, his lips make contact with the skin between my breasts, and travel downwards, gentle, soft kisses.