DISCLAIMERS:
COPYRIGHT STUFF: Mine. All mine.
LANGUAGE: Um, yeah, it gets a bit, shall we say, coarse. There's a few uses of the F word and those that go with it.
SUBTEXT: Um, yeah, for about three or four lines and then it all gets shot to hell.
SEX: Okay, this is sort of a PWP (Plot? What Plot? I don't see any plot, do you?), except that I do thread a little background for the characters to explain some of their behavior. The thing is, there is a plot to this story, it just happens to be the sex itself. Normally, I don't consider that a plot, but I think it actually counts for this one. Also, this one, in case you couldn't tell by the title, focuses on the dynamics of bondage and slave/master relationships.
VIOLENCE: No, not as far as I can tell.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm insane. That's the only way to explain this story. I've been awake since 6pm Friday night (March 3, 2000) and I started writing this at 3am Sunday morning (March 5, 2000). It is, as of the writing of this sentence, 12:31pm Sunday afternoon (March 5, 2000). I really meant to go to sleep yesterday, but the muse just grabs a hold of me and doesn't let go. Not that I'm really complaining. Honestly. I just wish she had a little better timing or maybe a little more patience, but really, I'm very appreciative and don't want her to stop using me (<-- very willing vessel for the muse of sex, Praise Erato!). Um, from what I can tell, this story is going to be the start of a series and considering there are approximately 180 days in six months... Gods, I am soooo in trouble. :) You'll understand if you read the story. Anyway, this story is a departure from my usual focus on Gabrielle as the Dom. Don't know what happened. I really do feel there are plenty of stories that explore Xena as Dom (I mean, it's natural to her character) and I never intended to contribute to the genre (okay, Xena's Fantasy starts out with Xena in control, but, well, nevermind) but then again, I never said I was in control of my stories. Gods I'm tired. I'm going to stop babbling now. :)
Update to Author's Note (October 16, 2000): This story was originally written using the names of Gabrielle and Xena because I was too tired when I first wrote this to come up with real names. However, I've heavily revised the original version of this story and have since included names for the characters so that there's no confusion about Xena and Gabrielle being in the present day, etc. The new names are Ryan (Xena) and McKenzie (Gabrielle). Along with the change in names, I've added missing days and new days, so if you've read this story before, you may want to read it from the beginning before starting on the new chapters.
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Joanna Ryan lay stretched out on the couch. She wore a red men's tank top with a black sports bra underneath to cover the flesh that was exposed by the open sides of her shirt. Her black jeans strained over muscular thighs and loosened slightly as the material came to rest around her ankles. Soft black socks covered her feet, while her discarded hiking boots rested in a tumbled heap in front of the couch.
She'd come over, as usual, to mooch her friend Karen's cable access. It was something she couldn't afford in her own rented room in the house next door, at least not on her current salary. Her web design business hadn't taken off yet, so she was stuck working part-time as a waitress at one of the local student cafés near the college. On the bright side, she got to set her own hours and had a lot of free time on her hands, which she spent outside of her tiny room whenever possible.
McKenzie Ferguson, Karen's college sophomore housemate, entered the den from the back hallway and made her way to the couch. She wore a pair of light blue denim cut-offs and a yellow half-shirt that not only showed off her tight abdomen, but also accentuated her bust. She took note of what was on the TV, decided she didn't care as long as it wasn't about statistics, and then looked down at the long body sprawled on the couch. God, the woman was delicious.
"Scoot over, Ryan," she said, as she lifted the long legs at the ankles and sat down.
She turned her body and extended her legs out parallel to Ryan's, so that they could both lie out on the couch without bothering each other.
Ryan turned her head, as her legs were resituated by slender hands, and regarded the short woman. Girl really. Christ, she was only nineteen. Ryan refocused on the television. She was only twenty-six herself, but she made it a point not to mess with anyone under twenty. Didn't stop her from thinking about it, though.
McKenzie tried to get comfortable, but it wasn't working. She squirmed a little on the couch and then turned from her side to a more upright position facing Ryan. She lifted her legs over Ryan's and let them come to rest next to the back of the couch, forcing the older woman's legs to the outside. There, that was much better.
She turned her head to watch the TV and the onscreen action slowly caught her attention. Her right hand absently came to rest on one of the sock-covered feet that reached past her right hip. She squeezed slightly and felt the tension under her fingertips. She brought her left hand over to join her right and repositioned her hands so that her fingers rested on the top of Ryan's right foot, while her thumbs dug into the arch.
Ryan felt the foot massage begin and looked over at her benefactor. McKenzie stopped for a moment to remove the socks and then resumed her gentle ministrations. Her hands worked alternately, first one squeezing, then the other. Ryan groaned slightly. She'd just finished an afternoon shift at the café and this had been the first time she'd been off her feet since that morning.
McKenzie heard the groan and smiled inwardly. Maybe she had a chance after all. So far, Ryan hadn't responded to any of her subtle advances, but McKenzie was still pretty new to the game. She'd only gone out on her first date a year ago. Her parents had always been a little strict where those things were concerned and it had only been after she'd moved a couple thousand miles away from Redding, California to attend college in Ann Arbor, Michigan that she'd finally been able to start exploring her options.
It hadn't taken her very long to realize she was more interested in the women than the men. As soon as she'd figured that out, she'd been much happier with her dating choices. Nothing had gone beyond basic necking, but it was still fun nonetheless. Then she'd met Ryan three months ago, after Karen had helped her get the room in the house next door, and she'd been unable to stop thinking about her ever since.
McKenzie worked her thumbs down the arch of Ryan's foot and pressed them into the woman's heel, then moved back up to the ball of her foot. She spread the toes and worked them individually. As she massaged back down again, she wrapped her hands around Ryan's ankle and squeezed her way up the muscled calf.
Ryan closed her eyes for a second and took in the pleasure, then pulled her leg away.
"That's enough. Stop."
"Why? Doesn't it feel good?" McKenzie asked innocently.
"Yes."
Ryan leaned over to pick her socks up off the floor and started putting them back on.
"Then what's the problem?" McKenzie continued.
"You're a teenager and I'm not."
"Oh, come on. You've said it yourself; age doesn't matter. Aren't you being a little hypocritical?"
"I didn't mean it like that. You're just young. I don't touch teens."
Ryan pushed her feet into her shoes and began tying up the laces.
"It's not like I'm underage. I'm legal," McKenzie protested.
"I don't care whether it's legal or not. I grew up around assholes who didn't think twice about taking advantage of someone's innocence, namely my parents. I refuse to follow in their footsteps," Ryan said adamantly.
"I'm not that young."
Ryan finished with her laces and sat back up so that she could face McKenzie.
"I know. It doesn't change my feelings on the subject," Ryan said gently.
McKenzie looked down in thought and then made eye contact again. She had to know.
"Do I even stand a chance with you?"
Ryan looked away.
"I don't know how to answer that."
"It's pretty simple. Either a 'yes' or 'no' will do."
"It's not that. I just don't want to encourage you, but I won't lie either." Ryan smirked at herself. "Guess I kind of answered you anyway."
McKenzie couldn't believe the way her heart was hammering in her chest at the admission, but the flood of adrenaline seemed to give her courage, so she went with it.
"Can I kiss you?"
Ryan frowned.
"No. I told you. I don't touch teenagers."
"I don't turn twenty for another six months. You're saying we have to wait that long? Just so my age no longer ends in -teen?"
Ryan shook her head.
"It's not that simple, but yeah."
Ryan wished she could rewind the conversation so she could figure out when she had gone on the defensive in response to McKenzie's suddenly aggressive pursuit. Ryan had managed to put off McKenzie's advances for three months now and had expected to be able to do so until McKenzie was beyond Ryan's self-imposed age restrictions. But the girl's direct questions had forced Ryan to stop sidestepping the issue.
If it had been anyone else, Ryan would have had no problem brushing her off, but McKenzie was different. Ryan had been attracted to McKenzie from the first day they'd met, but over the past three months, Ryan had come to realize it was more than just physical. She'd gotten to know McKenzie and had found her to be a sweet, intelligent, and innocent girl whose thoughts and feelings were important to Ryan.
"Why can't I just kiss you? Is it that big a deal?" McKenzie continued.
Then again, McKenzie could also be a bit pushy when she didn't get her way and sometimes Ryan couldn't help wanting to push back.
Ryan stood up from the couch and McKenzie stood with her in reflex. They remained on opposite ends of the couch and McKenzie could tell something had changed in her friend, but she held her ground. Ever since she'd first met Ryan, she'd trusted her, somehow knowing that Ryan would never intentionally hurt her no matter what.
"When you finally kiss me, it's not going to end there. I promise you," Ryan stated.
It was almost a threat.
"You promise?"
"Yes, and you know what a promise means to me."
McKenzie did. So many people had broken so many promises to Ryan throughout her life that the very word itself had almost become holy to the woman. When she used that word, it was equivalent to swearing a life debt.
"So, if I kissed you right now, you wouldn't stop? You promised."
Ryan's face twisted and McKenzie instantly regretted her teasing.
"Don't try to blackmail me with my word. It'll turn this into a one-night stand and we won't be friends afterward. And I want more than a one-night stand."
McKenzie digested that statement, along with a flock of butterflies that chose that moment to take flight inside her stomach. It only lasted for a moment, though, as her thoughts went back to her request.
"But I'm only asking for a kiss. You couldn't resist if we kissed?"
Ryan looked into the innocent eyes of the girl asking the question. Maybe it was time to turn the tables a little.
"You're still a virgin, aren't you?" Ryan observed more than asked.
McKenzie blushed slightly, but she didn't lose eye contact at the slight change of subject.
"Yes," she confirmed.
"Have you ever touched yourself? To orgasm?"
That was a little more personal, but McKenzie didn't flinch as much as she thought she would at such a question.
"Yeah."
Ryan nodded in understanding.
"Touching yourself can't compare with someone else doing the same things to your body. What you've felt so far is maybe a fifth of what it's like with someone else."
McKenzie's eyes widened slightly. She'd heard it could feel really good, but...
"You have no idea what it's like, do you?" Ryan continued as she slowly moved forward, her voice low and silky. "Touching a woman, slipping your fingers inside her, listening to her beg you to go harder, faster, give her more, anything to bring her release."
McKenzie felt her stomach curl in reaction to the erotic language and couldn't help thinking about being in such a situation with Ryan, begging her for all those things and more.
Ryan's voice went from seductive to commanding and her posture straightened as she decided to give McKenzie a taste of what it would be like if they embarked on a sexual relationship together.
"Clasp your hands behind your back. You're not allowed to touch me."
McKenzie was confused for a second, but then she slowly complied. She wasn't sure what Ryan had in mind, but she was more than willing to obey. Her head lowered, but Ryan corrected her.
"No, keep your head held high and look at me. I want to see you standing proud."
McKenzie lifted her head and stared directly into Ryan's eyes.
"This is First Position. Remember it."
McKenzie's eyes widened again, but that was her only acknowledgment of the possibility of future experiences, which Ryan's statement implied.
Ryan took the last two steps and stood a hair's breadth from the girl, but didn't touch her. Her height allowed her to lean in somewhat, still without physically touching her, and her breath caressed a soft-looking ear.
"You've imagined me touching you, haven't you? Kissing you. Sucking your tongue, maybe. What would you offer to have me lick your earlobe right now? Would you beg?" Ryan whispered.
McKenzie's breathing was quick and shallow. With every word Ryan spoke, she felt a moist breath wash over her sensitive ear.
"Would you beg me just to suck your earlobe?" Ryan asked again in a harsh whisper.
"Yeess."
"Then beg me."
"Please, Ryan, suck my earlobe."
"That's not begging," Ryan patiently chastised.
"Please. I don't know what else to say. I need you to touch me. Please, kiss me. Please."
"You want to feel my tongue in your mouth?"
"Yes."
"You've imagined it there."
"Yes."
"Have you thought about what I taste like? I've thought about you. I've thought about licking your lips. Sucking your tongue into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around yours again and again, while you whimper into my face. You're wet right now just thinking about it, aren't you?"
McKenzie let out a sound that was a cross between a grunt, a groan, and a whimper.
"Tell me," Ryan ordered.
"Yes."
"Good. You think about me when you touch yourself, don't you?"
"Hhmh," was the extent of McKenzie's answer, as flashes of previous fantasies flitted across her inner vision.
"You may touch yourself tonight to orgasm."
Ryan straightened up from her slightly bent over position and took a step back, so that she could head for the front door. McKenzie just barely kept herself from unclasping her hands and reaching out to hold the woman in place.
"Wait. I... You can't..."
Ryan interrupted her.
"I want you to think about what you're getting yourself into. I'm going to tease you every day for the next six months. You will not touch me and I will not touch you, until you turn twenty. Think about it."
Ryan stepped around McKenzie and the couch and left without looking back.
Continued in Day 2