The Lady and the Man

"Layla, I have no doubt you've been exposed to a veritable cache of personalities. I'm quite sure many men find your revealing sexuality appealing and frankly in step with their own fantasies. You have the ability to bring men into your experiences and create a believable scene in which they can lose themselves."

At this point, as the reader of this story you're no doubt wondering how a meeting that appeared to be sexually intentioned has become instead a psychological journey into how a man and woman view each other?

Most, if not all of my stories, are based on a raw sexual attraction that inevitably leads to the "oh baby oh" of life. You will not be disappointed. This is a story that is a picture of what real life actually depicts. Fantasy is nothing more or less than what we wish our lives could and should be.

Benjamin was also a "rare find" in my world. His intellect was more than appealing. He didn't ask for a picture, didn't want to Skype or chat, he wasn't seeking to use me as a private couch to unload his dissatisfaction with his sexual, or lack thereof, present situation. Our exchanges were a seeking and sharing of ideas and beliefs. I didn't see the need for turning on the stroke factor. In retrospect I gathered that I was expected to stroke his brain, that being the center of sexuality. Clearly Benjamin wanted me to provide incentive and inspiration to, as he in a few words put it "to indulge himself".

There is always something that pulls me into a curious wondering when I receive a message from a reader. Benjamin rather quickly and succinctly deduced that while Layla is seemingly submissive sexually, she is actually always in control of any given situation, getting exactly what she wants while maintaining the dignity and pride that every man regardless of age or ability needs. This was the appeal, the draw, the excitement that Benjamin provided to me.

Thankfully the staff at Oxford's allows the clientele to dictate the flow of service.

"I could use a drink how about you Benjamin?" I needed a few minutes to digest the revelations of Benjamin's expectations and my failure to meet them.

"I was thinking exactly the same thing." Ever the gentleman, he caught the attention of Wendy and a very amiable young man arrived at our table to take our order. Within a very few minutes we were sharing a delectable array of charcuterie and a bottle of wine. Coffee and tea just didn't seem appropriate or appealing.

"We seem to have gotten off to a slightly unexpected beginning, how about we start over and relax?" I was immediately put at ease when a wonderful smile reappeared on Benjamin's face.

"You do look lovely Layla; I knew you would. As I've told you it's not the physical appearance that entices me it's the whole package. I suppose my asking you if you want to take me into your bed is being brazen, but what the hell, it's obviously something we're both thinking about?"

"I was wondering how long it would take you. I seem to remember you telling me that it's generally the woman who decides these things. Either she finds him a viable possibility or she's not interested and makes her thoughts pretty clear by her actions. I believe I'm expected to giggle and make innocent inferences to the fact that I find you appealing?'

"Wow, you don't forget anything do you?" Benjamin had given me the gentleman's point of view early on in our discussions.

Our initial awkwardness had faded and we were now comfortably moving forward with the intended reason for this meeting.

"How could I forget your explicit detailed references to the fact that you enjoy being the bearer of oral pleasure beyond my wildest dreams?" A man who could spend hours between my thighs was a dream come true.

"And how could I possibly forget the scene you painted so artfully of my sitting in your bedroom, hands securely placed on the arms of your chair while you seduced me?"

I couldn't control my wandering hand slipping down under the cover of linen reaching for a complying touch. My fingers traced his stiffness and as a soft but audible sigh escaped from my lips his smile was sweet and telling.

In a swift second Benjamin reached between my thighs and brushed his fingertips leisurely up and then down the soft silk of my panties.

"Thank you, Benjamin. What are you thinking about right now, Benjamin?"

"About giving your body a bath with my tongue, ma'am."

"Is that all?"

"No, ma'am, then making love with you."

"I see. Does that involve starting with your head between my legs?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am, if you will allow it."

"And I suppose you'll want to see more of my panties?"

"Yes, ma'am.

"And why is that, Benjamin?"

"I like to see your mound and hair pressing against the crotch of them."

"Does that excite you?"

"Yes, ma'am, a lot."

"Are you excited right now, Benjamin?"

"Yes, ma'am, I'm very hard."

"If you do something for me, I'll give you a treat later; would you like that?"

"Yes, ma'am, I'll do whatever you want."

"Good. I'd like people to see how much you want me."

"Ma'am?"

"Grab yourself, Benjamin and stroke slowly until you're at full bloom."

"Yes...yes, ma'am."

"Now, I'm going to tell you something that will make you very, very hard, Benjamin. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes, yes, ma'am, I would."

"When we get home, I will sit on your face and let you feel my mound and my hair in my panties; would you like that?"

"YES, oh, yes, ma'am!"

"Are you hard now, Benjamin?"

"Very hard and very big, ma'am."

"Then I believe it's time for us to leave don't you?"

"Yes Layla, it's time for us to leave."

Benjamin got up and his prominent bulge was clearly evident. There was an unspoken understanding that he was to take no preventive measure to either hide his current passion or evade the possible awareness of others. This was my control, his submissiveness. This was the scene that Benjamin had used to entice me into providing a more rewarding response that would ultimately satisfy his frustrations. Smiling, I may not have recalled verbatim his exact text, however, I do believe I complied with his wishes to take our relationship to the next level.

He offered his hand and I slipped out of the booth to my feet. I couldn't help but kiss him softly. Taking his arm, we walked out of the café.

Yes, I took a mental note of the smiles on the faces of those who couldn't help but imagine where we were going, to do what, and for how long. Benjamin was a poster boy for lust, his obvious and protruding excitement did not diminish.

"Follow me Benjamin, we'll be at my home in less than fifteen minutes. A word of caution, please keep your hands on the wheel at all times." A firm nod of understanding, his eminent compliance and a smile was all that was needed.

We pulled into my driveway and were at the kitchen door in just over my promised time frame.

"What a great house Layla, it looks just the way I imagined it would."

"It was built in 1846 and still needs some work but it's coming along." I opened the back door and we stepped into my den of iniquity and seduction.

"Can I get you something, you look like a beer drinker?"

"Sure that would be great." I watched him as his eyes traveled through the house and a sense of relaxation came over him. I thought that in a matter of minutes that relaxation would turn to lustful anticipation so enjoy it while you can.

I handed Benjamin a beer and poured myself some wine. "Come with me I'll give you the customary five cent tour."

As we walked through the house I stopped and put some soft music on, lit a few candles and realized that even though it was a beautiful Spring afternoon, the sun was already going down and the evening glow was washing across the walls making the rooms seem welcoming and warm. The welcome and softness was very much the feeling I offered no doubt.

We made our way upstairs to my bedroom. There was absolutely no reason to play cat and mouse, we both knew what we were doing and prolonging the beginning of the evenings events was seemingly unnecessary.

"Ahhhh, the infamous chair. I believe I'm to take a seat?" His smile was a testament to the confidence that he was in fact about to realize his fantasy.

"Yes that is the chair and you are very welcomed to take a seat if you would like to continue the original story line?" Role playing, such a sweet creation.

"I'd very much like to see where the story will take us. If I recall you were lying on your bed

surrounded by indulgent clouds of the creamy quilt that envelopes your body in a nightly caress. This siren, singing her haunting song of seduction, the scent from her soft, downy covered mound of Venus delight floating on the air, forcing me to breathe in deeply and hold that perfume as long as I could."

I couldn't contain my smile. "It seems as though you remember the story very well although taking fantasy to reality suggests we have to make some adjustments to the original plot. Please Benjamin, take your seat and we'll begin."

I walked to the side of my bed and turned to Benjamin. There came a time early on in our connection when my sweet friend was about to embark on a preplanned vacation. I thought an unexpected gesture on my part to send him off with something to think about was only fair. The story I had begun was based on my control and his willingness to submit to me. It seemed only fair to give life to that scenario. I repeated my thoughts in the story line to his obvious enjoyment.

"Yes Benjamin, I do enjoy control. I'd like you to sit there, just as you are, such a comfortable chair, don't you agree? Hands on the arms at all times ... please sit down ... wonderful ... thank you."

Taking his predetermined position, the play was about to begin.

"I'd take sheer delight in having you watch me. Many times I've weakened in that chair, giving in to my own lustful desire, listening to slow sensual music, a heavy seductive beat urging my body to undulate in an erotic dance of longing. Perhaps a candle, or just the glimmer of moonlight illuminating my body, the curves of my hips, the fullness in my breasts, shimmering my shadow across the wall, whispering to me."

I watched as he shifted his body. The promptly rising swell in his pants, persistent, no doubt aching. I was precise, in the moonlight my figure cast a shadow within the dimness that would rival a Peter Paul Ruben masterpiece, the splendor and loveliness that was woman. I wanted the sound of his voice to be that whisper I heard, the inspiration I needed, but not just yet. His eyes fixed, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Shhhhh, no speaking Benjamin, you're merely here as an observer." My voice was smooth, indulgent, very nearly trancelike in it's quiet timbre.

Did I really expect him to sit by, if at all possible, quietly, being my personal audience? I truly believed that my being somewhat dominant would excite him, add to the enjoyment and anticipation of what was coming.

"Have you ever seriously considered the effects of control? They actually do enhance each phase of a satiating experience. In your mind, you may believe that obeying me, my wishes, my commands will become not only challenging, perhaps even agonizing, when the voice of your own desire begins to call to you. That, my dear Benjamin, is precisely the point. You'll see me, hear me, do all you can to obey me simply because you understand that by doing so, that desire, that longing, beginning as a soft sweet whisper in your mind, eventually becoming a piercing scream inside your body to release it will give you exactly what you want, wicked, aberrant, pleasure."

During our many hours of communication I gleaned what Benjamin would undoubtedly appreciate as a clear confirmation that he was more than willing to become my personal plaything, my boy toy so to speak. In that hypothesis I believe I was spot-on, I would indeed respond to his every whim, he had an appetite just as voracious as my own. There was no evil in me, except perhaps the malicious charm that he sensed almost immediately.

His intuition, his gut feeling was to go along with me, let me take the lead, see just where I was willing to take this, or how far I would command him to go. Benjamin had to acknowledge, I was a force to be reckoned with. Dominance, even in its subtleness needs confidence to fuel it, I didn't lack that requisite power.

The first act of subservience was to remain silent. I wanted him to understand, unequivocally, that he was willing to submit to me. When he raised his hands in the air, brought them slowly down, spreading his fingers, gripping the arms of the chair tightly, his obedience, his placement in my compulsory confinement, signaled his will belonged to me.

Benjamin sat quietly peering into my green eyes. I'm sure they were ablaze, sparkling in the moonlight, they widen, my smile softened, I was triumphant. Layla was emphatically, absolutely, in control. A soft, wet, self-assured swipe of my tongue across my bottom lip, told him I was more than ready to begin. I wasn't entirely sure just what would transpire, but realized that it really didn't matter what I did or said as long as it was pleasing and as seductive as I'd hoped I could be. After all, this was actually new territory for me, although I would never admit it.

My captive lover smiled at me, nodded his head in agreement. Curtain up, the orchestra ready, the Maestra, baton in hand, signaled the beginning of the play with a simple sigh. I was the Mistress of this night.

The object of my attention was sitting facing my bed. I walked to him and stood perhaps several inches in front of him, close enough for him to see every inch of me yet just out of his reach, he was not to touch me.

"You asked me to wear something red. Every Mistress seeks to please and encourage her conquest, it serves to gain his trust and that's of the utmost importance Benjamin, you must always trust me. I want you to see me as the woman who will always please you. I think what you want now is to see me take this dress off and show you what you want, isn't that true Benjamin?"

"Yes ma'am I would like that." His voice was calm and strong. Benjamin was completely in character, enjoying the game we were playing. We all have personality traits. There was a truth about myself I embraced. Worlds away from what people perceive about me, there is another side of me. Funny how things can change, I suddenly didn't feel the need to hide, I was ready to show Benjamin the other side of who Layla is, redefined and ready to set her free.

Reaching behind my back we could hear the sound of the zipper being pulled down, the silence created an echo as the back of my dress began to fall open. Taking the bottom of my sleeve in my fingers I pulled it from over my arm. The black satin straps hugging my shoulders glimmered in the candlelight as I let the second sleeve down. Red softness pooled on my hips as the bodice fell away revealing the deep valley of soft milky cleavage between my full round breasts. Black sheer silk barely covering rigid nipples sparkled against my skin.

"I have a fetish Benjamin. Shall I share it with you?"

"Yes, please tell me ma'am?"

Smiling, alright maybe devilishly grinning, I lifted my hands and cupped my breasts in my palms. Fingers slowly searching for and grasping my stiff nipples, squeezing and rubbing. "I have a breast fetish Benjamin, my own. I love touching myself, feeling my nipples stiffen, softly pinching them until I sense just a slight hint of ache, feels so wicked. My naughty appetite is strongest at night; my yearning almost consumes me."

Benjamin's eyes were fixed and blazing.

"That's my wicked sinful fetish, we both know what yours is don't we?"

"Yes we do ma'am, my delight is somewhat lower on the female body. I long to spend untold periods of uninterrupted time between her thighs, pleasing and pleasuring until she forces me to stop, which I hope doesn't happen."

As I said, what self-respecting woman would refuse this man's willingness? I can promise you the thought never crossed my mind. Thunder and lightning was about to begin pouring down, there was nothing left to do but welcome the glorious storm.

It was time to introduce him to his personal passion. I shimmied my hips slightly and felt my dress slide down my thighs onto the floor around my ankles. Separating my legs, I stepped out of it and bent over to pick it up knowing my breasts would almost tumble out of the black silkiness.

Now slowly standing upright, Benjamin's eyes were riveted on the patch of silky blackness that barely hid the softness puffing through. There was little doubt that his mouth was watering in anticipation, as it should be, don't you agree?

My hand reached down and I sheepishly, teasingly curved my finger into the band of my silky sheer panties. His eyes opened wide, he shifted in his chair sure he was about to be rewarded for his obvious obedience. I honestly thought he would faint when I shook my head adversely and placed my hands on my hips.

"No, I think you should take them off Benjamin. Oh forgive me, I did assure you of something didn't I?" The promise of his face against the black silk, the feeling of my soft downy tuft against his skin.

"Yes you did." His voice was quiet and low, eager and almost pleading. "I said you could brush your face between my legs and feel the silky hair under my panties didn't I? Actually I believe I said I would sit on you face, yes, I'm sure that's what I said. I think I'll give you a treat, something you'd enjoy even more."

"There isn't anything that you would do that I wouldn't enjoy." Positive reinforcement. I do enjoy a man who thinks outside the box, so to speak.

I slipped my heels off and walked the very few steps towards his chair. Reaching for his hands, grasping them between my own I brought them to my thighs. "Help me up onto your chair Benjamin." The feeling of his fingers grasping my skin was worth the modification of approaches. "Yes my sweet, you can reach between my thighs and feel me, just for a moment." A simple enticement that would surely go a long way in the subtle yet clear control factor. I have to admit I was more than enjoying every second of this.

Smiling up into my eyes his right hand slipped between my knees and inched slowly up the silk stockings, outlining the lace band for a brief second. With his left hand caressing my skin his nimble, preying, probing fingers slowly trailed over my mound, plying, feeling the softness of my downy dampness.

"Ahhhh, so soft and fragrant. Thank you Mi' lady, I can't wait to taste you."

Grasping his shoulders to steady myself I stepped up into the chair placing my feet on either side of his thighs. Once I was safely positioned I decided to add yet a bit more control. "Put your sweet head back against the chair and place your hands back on the arms of your chair as you were."

Perhaps I was being slightly cruel, or was I simply adding to his pleasure? Parting my thighs, I stepped closer to his mouth until I felt his lips touch the very steamy, warm, no doubt wet, crotch of my panties. The soft guttural moans as his lips nibbled and rubbed against my lips were sweet music to my ears. In a few seconds his tongue masterfully slipped under the band of my silk panties and gently glided against my skin plunging softly inside sugary sweet lips barely flickering and licking me into a slow undulating grind against his face.

"That's what you wanted my sweet Benjamin? You see ... I always keep my word."

There were no words uttered from his busy mouth. The only sounds were the scrumptious moans coming from his licking and sucking lips as they danced across me, teasing and torturing me I might add, mingling with the soft mews and sighs I couldn't control.

"I love how your lips feel, so gentle and soft. I think it's going to be almost impossible for me to stop you, your tongue feels like more and more." I could sense his eagerness and pleasure in being praised. If I didn't stop him this second, I knew I wouldn't.