Safeword
By Greenman


1.

The woman who opened the door was taller than me. I looked up 
into her blue eyes framed by a long blonde cascade of hair. She 
was strikingly attractive, like a covergirl's photo.

"Yes?" she asked politely but firmly. My peripheral view took 
in a large bust under a tight green top, and I was aware that 
she was showing a *lot* of leg under a vary short dark skirt. I 
became aware that I was staring. And felt my cheeks begin to 
colour.

"Ermm...I've come to see Julie?" I informed her tentatively.

She opened the door wider and stood aside, smiling. "Come 
straight in!" she beamed. I brushed by her, electrified by her 
presence, and stopped as she glanced quickly outside then 
closed and locked the door.

"Follow me" she directed, as she went around me and led off 
with a beckoning gesture. I did as I was told, only too pleased 
to be able to take in more of her body. My eyes were drawn to 
those long legs. They weren't the legs of a covergirl, being 
too thick for the usual fashion. But though thick, they were 
really shapely. She had on white trainers, and her legs looked 
like those of an athlete rather than a model, with muscles that 
clearly rippled and flexed as she strode ahead, swinging her 
hips and making her buttocks dance enticingly in the skirt 
which just covered them.

She reached a side door, leaned on the frame and beckoned me 
into a kitchen. I tried not to stare as I passed closely by 
her. The short sleeves of her tight top showed off shapely 
arms, again clearly lined with muscle in the forearm that 
gripped the frame and the swelling of biceps and triceps 
beneath the soft skin. I noticed that my eyes were level with 
her mouth, which put her height at over six feet in trainers. 

"Have a seat. Coffee? Tea?"

"Er, no thanks. I had a drink on the train"

"Okay. How was you journey?" she asked as she sat opposite me 
at the small wooden table, cradling her head in her hands and 
paying me complete attention.

"Yes. Not too bad". I started to feel a bit uncomfortable, not 
sure how to go about breaking the ice. I needn't have worried.

"So, this is your first time on the scene you said in your 
letter?" 

"That's right! It's a...it's a sort of big step really"

She smiled warmly and reached out a hand to place on mine. It 
was bigger than mine, fingers almost thick and nails long and 
painted a deep red. The touch was electrifying. "You're in safe 
hands, so don't worry!" she reassured me. "You gave me some 
ideas in your letter...is there anything else you've thought of 
that you want to try?"

My face reddened again and the world receeded. It was unreal to 
be sitting here talking to this woman who'd read the perverse 
desires I'd expressed on paper. And she was interested in it 
all! I realised I could trust her.

"Well, not really. I mean...I think I told you what I've been 
fantasising about since I was a kid. And what I'd like you to 
do to me"

"That's fine, no problem. But I think I ought to make a couple 
of suggestions in the light of my own experience?"

"Yes, sure!"

"Usually novices are full of years of extreme fantasies. The 
first real-life scenario they want to do is often actually 
quite dangerous and actually too intense. The first few I did 
when I was new didn't work out how the punter expected. I mean, 
letting a well-built girl with a sadistic streak do what she 
wants to you ignoring all genuine pleas for mercy turns out to 
be no fun at all! Well, I had all the fun actually!" she 
giggled.

I had developed a sudden painful erection during this advice. 
"So what do you suggest" I asked, ready to do whatever she 
thought best. 

"Well, even though you'd like me to be in total control, it's 
only fair to have a safe-word. Something unconnected with 
what's going on so that you can beg and scream all you like and 
I can ignore you. But if you're really in trouble and want me 
to back off a bit you can use the safe word. OK?"

"Yes, okay", I agreed.

"With someone more experienced I usually demand a forfiet for 
using the word, but I'll let you use it as much as you like 
until I get to know you better"

"How do you mean, a forfiet?" I asked.

"Well, I try to get them to be as brave as they can so a 
forfiet discourages them from wimping out on me. I choose 
something I know they won't like. Like, if it's a married man 
who doesn't want to be marked I'll use a cane hard enough to 
bruise, or use my heel. Or...oh, I dunno...I've done 
strangling...I like that! A helpless man's neck between my 
thighs..." she laughed.

"Isn't that..." I gulped, thinking of those long muscular legs 
"...dangerous?"

"Oh sure! But I can squeeze hard and long enough in the right 
place to make a bloke pass out. But I don't want to damage his 
throat or break his neck! It's just to encourage compliance!"

"And they still come back?"

"A lot do, but perhaps I'm a bit too wicked for some! Right 
then, let's get started. Are you ready? You'll love it, I 
promise, I'll be gentle. You can use the safe word as much as 
you like"

"OK!" I smiled, uncertainly, but compelled by an overwhelming 
desire to experience her sensual brand of sadism.

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"Aargh! White wardrobe... WHITE WARDROBE!!" I almost screamed.

"Oops! Sorry! That was a bit vicious, wasn't it?" she laughed.

"Jesus" I gasped. "Just a bit!"

"I'll make up for it" she crooned as she took my penis in hand. 
It had softened a little with her recent treatment, but soon 
regained its firmness as she gently pulled the foreskin back 
and forth. She continued, increasing the speed and pressure 
gradually. Waves of delicious sensation began to wash over me. 
She noticed my reaction and smiled knowingly.

"Nice?" she purred.

"Mmm...oh yes..." I whispered hoarsely as the waves grew. She 
slowed down slightly now that she could see she'd got me to the 
beginnings of the build-up to orgasm. She established a rhythm 
that was pushing me remorselessly to the peak. I began panting 
as the inevitable glow of orgasm began to overwhelm me. 

Then she stopped.

"I think that makes up for my last little naughtiness, eh?" she 
enqired matter-of-factly. My frustrated groan made her smile. 
"Well? Was that nice for you?"

"Oh..." I groaned, letting my disappointment emphasise itself. 
"Yes, it was gorgeous, but..." I trailed off.

"But what?" she asked, folding her arms under her breasts, 
creating a cleavage which only served to notch up my frustrated 
desire cruelly.

"I mean...could you...?" I licked my suddenly dry lips. "Could 
you...you know? Let me come?" I begged embarassedly.

"But that's not part of the deal. I told you that and you 
agreed"

"I know...but...please?" I pleaded. 

She grinned at me, then a calculating look came into her eyes. 
"I suppose I could do..." She noted my eagerness, relief and 
hope. "But I suppose there'd have to be something in return..."

"Oh, yes, OK! Like what? Some more money? That'd be OK" I 
blurted eagerly. She moved a hand back down to my penis, which 
reacted instantaneously by hardening almost painfully in her 
warm grasp. 

"I was thinking more along the lines of...5 minuits for me 
without the safe word?" she suggested, slowly beginning to move 
her hand. I gulped, both at the return of that previously 
snatched-away sensation and at the possibilities she had 
suggested.

"You mean..." I began, stating the obvious, "I wouldn't be able 
to...tell you when it was...too much?"

"Mmmm" she purred, very gently and rhythmically squeezing the 
bursting shaft she was teasing. "I'll give you the most 
incredible orgasm you've ever had. If you'll let me take total 
control and have my own pleasure with you for just 5 minutes"

"Well... yes, OK" I capitulated.

"How about 10 minutes?" she quietly asked, continuing to toy 
with my penis in a way that was both delicious and deliciously 
frustrating.

"Ten?" I gulped. I was almost broken by desire, but frightened 
of what she was wanting to do.

"Mmm..." She took her hand away and I was overcome with 
frustration. "What do you like about the way I look, my body? 
Do you think I'm too fat?"

The change of tack threw me. She stood up and turned around for 
me. I mean, she wasn't slim, but her shape was full and 
proportioned. Her height gave her solidity some balance. 
Perhaps a shorter woman wouldn't carry it off as well, but the 
thickness of her body looked right for her above-average 
height.

"No not at all!" I insisted. Being invited to gaze at her body 
only increased my desire. I suddenly realised her strategy. It 
was working.

"What about my tits? Some men might prefer them smaller" She 
cupped them and lifted them for inspection in her large and - 
as I'd discovered - strong hands. I admit a fascination with 
breasts, and hers were just so gorgeous. Very full and heavy, 
but looking firm and so womanly.

"No...they're..." I stammered "...b.b.beautiful!"

"You think so? I like them myself!". She released them and 
jutted them out proudly. My penis hardened even further, 
desperate for relief.

"I...I...yes, we'll have 10 minutes without the safe word" I 
blurted.

"Good!" she purred in satisfaction. Then she came closer and 
raised a foot onto the bed and rubbed her hands along her 
thigh. "What about my legs, though? Aren't they a bit too... 
muscular?"

I gulped. "No...they're just...gorgeous, too!"

"Yes, but...are you sure you agree to this? What might I decide 
to do to you with these strong legs?"

"I'm sure! Please wank me off! Please!" I begged. "Please do it 
and then it's fine if you have 10 minutes of fun. Please?"

"OK" she smiled then sat beside me. I gasped in relief as her 
warm hand again enclosed my throbbing cock. She smiled and 
began to slowly move that strong hand up and down. Again, she 
built up those increasingly intense waves. I moaned 
involuntarily as I felt the surge begin at my extremities, then 
focus in my spine and move towards the tingling penis she was 
so expertly manipulating. 

Then suddenly she stopped again, and moved her hand away. As I 
moaned aloud she laughed. She seemed genuinely amused by my 
state. Her hand that had been pleasuring me cupped my balls.

"I promise I'll wank you off later and give you the most 
gorgeous orgasm you've ever had. But you haven't earned it 
yet!"

"Oh...I..." I stumbled, but suddenly screamed in agony as she 
crushed my balls in a sickeningly vicelike grip.

"Oh quieten down! What's up with you? I've hardly started! But 
I'm not going to give you too hard a time. This time!" She 
smiled as she kept up that pressure but then used her weight 
and upper body strength to tug again and again on my agonised 
balls. She continued despite my genuine pleas. If anything, the 
more I screamed for mercy the more her expression hardened and 
the harder she worked on me. I was reduced to heartfelt groans, 
then sobs. She finally released me.



2.

She released the cuffs on my legs, then first one wrist and 
keeping a tight grip on my wrist worked the other loose.

"Now sit up" she commanded. She then expertly cuffed my wrists 
together behind my back. "Get off the bed" she ordered and I 
climbed unsteadily to my feet. She stood up beside me, towering 
over me in her high heels. "On your knees!" she cried and I 
hurriedly obeyed. Her stocking-clad powerful legs strutted 
around me and I was obsessed by the rippling and flexing of her 
muscles with each step she took. Then she sat down on the edge 
of her bed legs spread out and she leaned back. She pushed 
herself to the edge of the bed. "Now lick me" she demanded.

I shuffled forwards on my knees and pressed my face to her 
blonde cunt and licked. She gave a satisfied sigh. As I licked, 
she began to tell me about the next stage of my initiation.

"You've done well as a novice, but I think you've been 
overusing the safe word. From now on, you'll have to pay a 
forfiet" she purred. I broke my rhythm in alarmed anticipation 
but she quickly leaned forward before I had a chance to do 
anything, cupped the back of my head in both hands and pressed 
by face hard against her pubic bone, pulling powerfully and 
crushing my mouth against her cunt. Then her thighs wrapped 
around my head and she released her hands. I was still held 
hard against her by the grip of her thighs. Her calves came 
together over my bound wrists. Then she began to squeeze.

I'd obviously fantasised about this, but realised how poor my 
imagination was. The sensation was of suffocation, with my head 
beginning to feel like it would burst as the muscles of her 
thighs lost their softness and hardened like steel around me. I 
couldn't cry out or draw breath but she hadn't finished yet. 
Gradually as well as the sideways crushing pressure exerted by 
her thighs, she began to pile on her weight, probably by 
raising her body off the bed on her hands. Her crushing weight 
bore down on my neck which was forced back, my constricted 
throat being stretched. Then she began to rock backwards and 
from side to side. My world was suddenly one if indescribable 
pain and acute discomfort. I still fought to breathe to no 
avail. Blackness rose and overwhelmed me.

I came to quickly, with a pungently sharp smell assailing me. I 
groaned. My head and neck felt like some mighty god had held it 
in a vice while he took out his anger on them with some demonic 
wrench. I was wrong. It had been a goddess. She was recapping 
the vial of smelling-salts, placed it on the table and sat back 
on the bed, legs apart as she lit a cigarette.

"You OK?" she asked, leaning forward in a concerned manner.

"I'm...no! God! I feel like I've been run over by a train or 
something!" My hands were free and I went to massage my neck. I 
winced at the shooting pain.

"You'll be OK, I was careful not to go as hard as I could have 
done"

"Shit! You mean...you could have done it even harder?"

"Oh yeah" she said, stubbing out her cigarette. "But you won't 
have to go through that again if you don't use the safe word 
too often. Let's say...3 times a session. If you want to 
continue...?". She reclined onto the bed, drawing up her legs - 
those beautiful instruments of extreme torture, and arched her 
back, letting her gorgeous breasts thrust out. I was surprised 
to feel an erection stirring.   

"Er...just 3 times?" I gulped. She nodded, with an amused 
smile. I realised she could probably easily read the 
conflicting emotions and thoughts on my face. And elsewhere.

"Yes, that's the deal. We carry on on these new terms, or I 
won't see you again. It's totally your own choice". She sat 
forwards and put an arm round my shoulders in a rare 
affectionate display that added to my confusion. "I love doing 
this stuff with you, but I've got others to play with".  

"Just 3 times?" I repeated inanely.

"Yes. Think carefully about it. At each session you can get me 
to back off, if it's getting too much for you, on three 
occassions. I know you've been using it more times than this up 
to now. But I think you could be a bit more brave. It'll 
toughen you up!"

"And if I use it more than that...?" I let it trail off, my 
hand involuntarily rubbing my neck.

"I'll put you to sleep again. And I might not be as gentle". I 
flinched at the hard tone in her voice. She quickly stood, then 
sauntered to the chair where she began to gather her clothes. 
The sudden thought of losing her, of her never allowing me to 
see her again, hit me in the pit of my stomach. I stumbled to 
my feet.

"Yes, oh yes, please...can we carry on?"

"You're sure?" she asked with apparent concern.

My thoughts and feelings were in turmoil, but I knew what I had 
to do. It was impossible to resist her. I quietly replied 
"Yes".

She began putting on her clothes. 

"OK, then. From next time we'll have the new rule. Don't worry! 
You'll learn to be brave! I'm an excellent teacher!"


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