The Submission of Miss Jane (part 2)

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"Go and sit on the edge of the bed, please. You're doing well, Miss Jane. You can watch me undress."
Naked and excited, she complied, as I took off my own shoes and socks, then shirt and trousers. I was likely as eager as she was, but it was important to not let her see that yet, so I didn't rush - undoing my shirt buttons deliberately to give her time to imagine what might happen next. As I took off my underwear I looked at her face, watching her interest as my cock bounced free. The feel of her body in my hands in the preceding moments, her compliance, and her wetness, had made me as hard as a rock.
I stood upright facing her, then calmly issued my next instruction."Kneel on the floor please, Miss Jane."
She did so and I stepped toward her, my cock swaying in front of her face.
"I want you to keep your hands behind your back, and take me into your mouth."
Jane steadied herself and took a breath, then enveloped my cock with her warm mouth. Almost instantly she gagged and pulled back.
"Hey...," I put my hand on her face and smiled at her. "Take it easy. Just go slow. Don't try to swallow the whole thing!"

I stayed still to try and make it easy for her. She took another deep breath and moved on it more tentatively, accepting the tip, before trying to move back and forth on it. Again, it was not just the sensation of her mouth around me, but her gorgeous compliance that aroused me so much and before long I was gently thrusting in time with her movements. Suddenly she jerked herself backwards, gagging again, this time more violently.
"Ooh. Sorry Mister Jones..."
I looked at her, surprised. While it didn't feel to me that any of this was heavy-handed, I didn't know if we were pushing against her modest limits here. I felt I had to be careful.
"Miss Jane, is this too much for you...?" I asked with as much empathy as I could. I didn't want her to feel that I was disappointed in her efforts, and that she could, if she had to, discontinue the activity.
"No, Sir," she said, looking up at me. "I want to."
I paused and touched her face again. "Ok. But just go slow," I emphasised.

This time I held as still as possible, allowing her to find the comfortable amount by herself. She tried again and stopped straight away, obviously willing herself to follow through without triggering the reflex.
"Sloow..." I reminded, softly.
Again she started, and again she stopped, then pushed on. In a moment she was taking more of me and it was excruciatingly good. I was a long, long way from cumming, but the pleasure from her filling her mouth with my hard cock was delicious.
Until, yet again, she pulled back, coughing and gagging.
She looked up at me with a tear in her eye - not because she was upset, but simply in response to the sudden reflex.This was new territory for me too -- I had never had anyone gag on me like this before. Then again, I could never remember a partner giving me a blowjob while I was standing and she was kneeling. Perhaps it was the position; the angle, I wondered.
I looked down at her and put my hand on her shoulder. "Stand up, Miss Jane". She did so and I kissed her tenderly. She seemed disappointed, although I couldn't tell if it was with her own efforts, or that she felt she hadn't performed satisfactorily for me. While I hoped it was the latter rather than the former, I wanted to reassure her that I wasn't disappointed with her. 
"We'll try again later, or another time, perhaps. I expect you're not used to this, and that's ok. It is possible to train yourself not to gag, and that's something we can work on."

The fact that she struggled against the gag perhaps half a dozen times before I relieved her of the task was enough for me from this first encounter, and I told her so.
"I want you to know that I'm pleased with you, Miss Jane, because that was difficult, and yet you persisted for me. As a reward, you shall receive some intimate pleasure from me. Lie down on the bed, please. On your back."
I do love going down on an appreciative lady, and there are few things I enjoy more than giving a partner a body-trembling orgasm with my face in between her thighs. On this occasion, however, this was not my goal. I sensed that Jane had perhaps retreated a little into self-consciousness again - this time though due to the gagging thing rather than anything else. While I wanted her compliant and obedient, I also wanted her to be relaxed rather than anxious about about any performance matters. So I focussed on her pussy, licking on it and around it. I sucked and licked her clitoris as I eased a finger inside her, then eventually two. I wanted her enjoy the sensations, and although she was initially somewhat tense about it, she was was soon breathing and sighing in response to my oral and digital caresses.

In a little while it was time for the main event, and I had her turn over on the bed onto her hands and knees. We had agreed mutually beforehand in our online conversations that any penetrative activity would be 'safe', and to reassure her I stood within her line of sight as I applied a ribbed condom.
I repositioned myself behind her and eased my cock into her wetness. Damn. That felt good, even through the latex barrier. I moved in and out of her several times slowly, and I could tell that she enjoyed it too. Her sexy round ass seemed to arch up to me, as if wanting me to fuck her harder. I stroked my fingers ever so gently up and down her crack, leaving the tip of my index finger to trace tiny circles over her tight asshole. It made her sigh with delight and push herself back against me.

I took the cue and re-positioned myself slightly, lifting myself so that I was on one knee rather than two. This gave me greater freedom of movement with my hips, and my hands could reach further along her body. With my hands on her back, I thrust more deeply with each stroke and was able to quicken the pace. Jane responded, her sighs and moans gradually becoming more guttural. With my right hand on her ass, I put the weight of my body through my left hand on her shoulder, pushing her face down into bed. She moaned loudly in reply, turning her head to the side so she could breathe.

I had her well and truly now, and I fucked her harder, enjoying the sensation of her body yielding to me. Her moans grew in intensity with each thrust, to the point where they were becoming yells. This caught me by surprise, and I confess I had to break the spell for a moment and check that she was ok. I mean, there was no indication that she was about to use her safe word. But still - at its peak there I thought she was in genuine distress. My partners have only occasionally ever been very vocal with me, but I'd never heard sounds like this before from any of them.
"Are you ok there?" I asked, easing up on her and lifting my weight from her back. Her gasping reply was desperate, reassuring, and even humorous.
"Uh... yes! Please... don't stop...!"I chuckled, said "Ok", and resumed my rhythm. She gave herself to me again, and this time I held her head down into the pillow as I humped myself in and out of her. Her moans returned even more intensely, and I would swear she was lubricating more. The sweetness of my cock slipping so easily and so deeply into her captive pussy was exhilarating, and I could feel myself climbing that peak faster than a Sherpa in a Himalayan Summer.

I plunged myself deeper inside her and I thought she was crying in pain. But her body didn't fight me, and as I climaxed spectacularly inside her, sweat filming over both of our bodies, her cries devolved into satisfied whimpers. I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek before collapsing into a heaving mass beside her, allowing myself several minutes for my breathing to return to normal.

She watched me, sleepily, and it was nice to be watched. After a minute or two, as I lay awash in the after-effects of oxytocin, she got up without prompting, found a tissue box, and carefully tended to my clean-up as well as her own. As she finished, I gestured for her to come to me. I put my hand on her bottom, sat up and kissed her, and thanked her for taking the initiative with that. Perhaps if I'd been more thoroughly immersed in the Dom role at that moment I might have scolded her for acting without permission. But what was more important right now was to tell her and let her see that she had me happy....

There were more adventures to share with Miss Jane. In our next get-together, for example, I brought a plastic school ruler with me. (With a little more familiarity she had became somewhat more cheeky with me, and this required some corrections applied with the plastic ruler across her bare bottom. For a school teacher, she seemed to be a rather slow learner when it came to some of these corrections...)
However, this first intimate encounter was more than adequate, exceeding her expectations as well as mine, and it's one that both of us will remember for a long time.
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