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Day 3

Ryan pulled the door open and walked into Karen's house without a second thought. She let the door slam shut behind her and headed toward the kitchen. She found Karen putting together a quick sandwich.

"Hey," Ryan greeted the older woman.

"Hey, yourself. Come to raid my kitchen or just watch my TV?" Karen replied.

"I'm not allowed to do both?" Ryan smirked.

"Oh, of course. I'm sorry, I forgot to mention option C," Karen grinned back.

Karen Tippit was in her early forties and worked as an RN at the University of Michigan Medical Center, otherwise known as University Hospital. She never took the same schedule twice, preferring to work any and every odd shift that came her way. She said working the same time every day made her feel boxed in. It made making future plans with her nearly impossible, but it also made spur of the moment get-togethers much more likely.

She'd taken in McKenzie a few weeks after the young woman had moved to town to attend U of M. McKenzie had refused to live on campus. Horror stories from her mother about rapes on university grounds had scared the hell out of the poor kid and she'd spent her first month at a hotel while looking for an affordable apartment. Karen had decided the extra money would be nice, as well as the company, and had offered the back part of her house to the young freshman.

Nine months later, she'd met Ryan working at one of the little cafés that lined the college town's main street and overheard a conversation about the woman needing a new place to live. The house next door had just put up a 'for rent' sign on their lawn, so she'd mentioned it and later given her personal endorsement to get the young woman the room. They'd been fast friends ever since, the older woman sort of taking the younger one under her wing. She wasn't quite sure how she'd ended up with two adoptees in her life so quickly, but she was enjoying the companionship.

"You about to head off to work?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah. You going to stay and keep McKenzie company?" Karen inquired.

"Yeah."

"Good. You know, I think she may be a little homesick or something. She hasn't been out on a date in several months. You know, I thought that last woman she went out with, before helping you move in, was nice, but then they never went out again. You're closer to her age. Maybe you can talk to her?"

Ryan took a few seconds to figure out how to phrase her thoughts. She hated lies, too many secrets in her childhood coming back to haunt her, so she maintained a code of honesty that sometimes went above and beyond the call of duty. She did, however, know when to keep some things quiet, though she still refused to lie outright.

"Actually, we're sort of seeing each other," Ryan mentioned.

"Really? When did this happen?" Karen asked, not quite hiding her enthusiastic curiosity.

"Um, day before yesterday. We've been talking."

Well, it wasn't a lie.

"That's great. I think you two would be good for each other. So, do I get to take credit for this match?" Karen grinned from behind her sandwich.

"Well, we wouldn't have met if it weren't for you, so, yeah," Ryan smiled back.

"That's great. I'm really happy for you two."

"Geez, Karen, you make it sound like we're getting married or something."

"Well, you could go to Vermont. They do that now, I think."

Ryan shook her head and Karen laughed. Karen finished up her sandwich and put her plate in the dishwasher.

"Well, I'm off. Tell McKenzie I'll probably see her in the morning before she leaves for class."

"Okay."

"Bye," Karen called over her shoulder.

"See ya."

Ryan headed for the back of the house. Karen had basically split the house in two. The kitchen, dining room, and living room were her domain; the den, and back two bedrooms were McKenzie's areas. All of the second floor was Karen's too, that being where her own bedroom and office were located and McKenzie almost never had reason to venture upstairs. Ryan went to the den first and then to McKenzie's bedroom when she found the den empty. She knocked on the closed door.

"Come in," came a muffled response.

Ryan opened the door and found a large room bathed in candlelight. McKenzie lay naked on her bed and the flames from over two-dozen candles sparkled in her eyes. Ryan finally drew in a breath and got herself back under control. She closed the door behind her and depressed the little button next to the doorknob to lock it.

"So, you wish to please me tonight," Ryan began.

"Yes. Please? You enjoyed watching me yesterday and I-I haven't touched myself since last night, just like you told me to. Please? Can I now?"

Ryan smiled. McKenzie's body was flushed and her face was a beautiful mix of hope, fear, and anticipation. She'd obviously been thinking about this moment for a while now.

"You didn't bring yourself to completion last night?" Ryan asked for confirmation.

"No. I just touched my breasts the way you said to and then stopped. I-I didn't really sleep very well after that. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I almost went over to see you. But I..." McKenzie stopped and looked unsure.

"Go ahead. Finish what you were about to say."

McKenzie swallowed and nodded and then continued.

"I didn't want to disappoint you. I want you to be proud of me."

Ryan smiled. That request alone made Ryan swell with pride in her young charge.

"I am. You're learning very well. And you haven't disobeyed me yet."

Ryan walked further into the room and leaned against the bedpost on the left side of the foot of the bed. Her pose was casual and her voice, when she spoke, was slow and deep.

"We're going to continue to work on your obedience and trust now. There is only one rule tonight, in addition to the one that you will not touch me until your twentieth birthday. The rule is that you may not even ask to touch me, though I expect to make you beg for me to touch you."

Ryan knew she was making a difficult request, but it was intentional. With all the desire McKenzie had shown for kissing and touching Ryan, she wanted to begin teaching McKenzie that everything they did was under Ryan's control, not hers. Unless McKenzie wanted to stop completely, and then McKenzie had full autonomy to bring the whole thing to an end.

Ryan got an accepting nod from McKenzie and then continued.

"Now, place the pillows behind your back and lay back against them."

McKenzie reached behind herself and rearranged the pillows so that she could sit propped up against them. She waited for Ryan's next command.

"Bring your legs up and grasp your knees. Spread your legs apart and hold them there. This is Third Position. Remember it."

McKenzie pulled her legs up and spread them apart. She felt the lips of her vagina spread and she had a sudden vision of Ryan's mouth covering her opening. Her pelvis lifted slightly and she gasped.

"What were you just thinking of?" Ryan asked with a curious expression.

"You. You kissing me there."

She tilted her chin to indicate her pubic area.

"Have you thought of me doing that before?"

"No. Just now."

"What do you imagine that would feel like? Feeling my lips against your sex. My tongue licking at you. Can you feel my tongue pressing against your clitoris?"

McKenzie closed her eyes and nodded.

"Open your eyes. Look at me. Can you feel my mouth sucking on your clit?"

"Yes."

Ryan watched the muscles in McKenzie's genital area flex. Her clitoris lifted and slick fluid oozed slowly out of her exposed vaginal canal.

"Did you know that your ass is as sensitive as the rest of your sex?"

McKenzie shook her head. Her pelvis couldn't really move in the position she was in, but it didn't stop her muscles from flexing and clenching as if it could. At the mention of her anus, the puckered sphincter tightened and released unconsciously.

"Actually, your entire body can be used as an erogenous zone, if it's touched correctly."

McKenzie nodded her head. It wasn't agreement or understanding, just acceptance. She had a feeling Ryan could make her feel anything she wanted to. And there was still six months left to explore before Ryan would permit them to touch. The fact that Ryan had already brought her to climax, and was on her way to doing so again, was somehow both comforting and terrifying at the same time. What would her body do when she was finally granted physical contact with Ryan?

"McKenzie, I want you to touch your anus for me. Spread your wetness over the opening and massage it. Do not enter it. That is for me and me alone, just as your vagina is never to be entered by your own fingers, unless I tell you it's okay. Use two fingers to graze your ass's entrance."

McKenzie let her right hand trail down from her knee and felt for the moisture she knew was at her vaginal opening. She dipped her fingers into the pool of slickness and glided her fingers further down to trace around her anus. Her index and middle fingers worked together and she swirled the tips around the tight little sphincter. Her hips bucked slightly in response and she pressed a little harder, refraining from pushing inside, but only just barely.

This was something she'd never even considered. It was supposed to be a dirty and disgusting part of her body, wasn't it? But instead, it was bringing her some very intense pleasure.

"You want to go inside, don't you? I can see you opening for yourself. If those were my fingers, would you let me in?"

"Yes. Please."

"Keep rubbing yourself. But don't go any faster than you are now. I want you to begin learning control."

McKenzie whimpered softly and a throaty moan followed as Ryan pushed off from the bedpost. She lifted her white form-fitting ribbed tank top over her head. A quick glance told her McKenzie's eyes were glued to her body. She bent over and unlaced her boots and slid them off her feet, along with her socks. She stood back up and unbuttoned her blue jeans, then unzipped the fly. She rolled them down off her legs and kicked them away, then stood back up in just her black demi-cup bra and black bikini underwear.

McKenzie's mouth was hanging open in awe and she would have been drooling if not for the unconscious licking of her lips. Her fingers still moved over her ass, moving up every now and then to gather more lubrication.

"Would you like to watch me touch myself?" Ryan asked seriously.

McKenzie's eyes widened and then she nodded dazedly. What she really wanted was to touch Ryan herself, but that wasn't allowed. And she suspected she wouldn't be able to handle touching the woman at the moment anyway. It would just be too much. This unexpected gift from Ryan would be the next best thing.

"Tell me, McKenzie. What do you want to see me do to myself? What would you like to do to me?"

McKenzie gulped, then swallowed, then gulped again. Her fingers stopped momentarily and then started moving faster than before.

"Ah ah. Slow down. Control, remember?" Ryan reminded the girl.

McKenzie willed her fingers to slow their circling movements and then concentrated on Ryan's earlier questions. What did she want to see? What did she want to do? Oh boy.

"I want to see the rest of your body."

Ryan nodded and unhooked the catch at the front of her bra and slid the straps down her arms until the scrap of clothing fell away behind her to the floor. McKenzie licked her lips again, imagining wrapping them around the dark erect nipples she saw. Ryan smiled at McKenzie's unconscious gesture and bent over to slip her panties off. She kicked them away and stood before McKenzie with nothing but her tan on.

"You're so beautiful," McKenzie breathed.

"What else would you like to see?" Ryan smiled, taking the compliment in stride.

McKenzie thought for only a moment before answering.

"I-I want to see your clitoris. I've never seen.. I mean, I want to.."

"Take it slow, McKenzie. I'm not going anywhere," Ryan gentled.

McKenzie inhaled deeply several times to get her stammering awe under control. When she felt able to speak coherently, she started again.

"I want you to sit on the bed and spread yourself for me the way I am for you. I want to see you, even if I can't touch you."

Ryan sat on the bed and leaned her back against the bedpost she'd been up against before. She spread her thighs apart and hooked her fingers over her labia and parted the lips.

"Tell me how you would touch me, if you could."

"I would rub my fingers around your clitoris. I'd keep circling, until you moaned."

Ryan moved her hands so that the fingers of one hand kept her lips spread, while the fingers of her other hand went round and round her engorged nub. The hood slid back and her fingers slipped in her wetness, grazing her clit directly. She jerked and a sharp gasp came from her throat. She did it again and whimpered.

"These are your fingers touching me, McKenzie. Command them."

McKenzie's own fingers had sped up again and her breathing was starting to get ragged. She'd increased the pressure again without realizing it and her index finger was trying to inconspicuously slip past the tight ring of muscles that guarded her anal opening.

"Ease off, McKenzie," Ryan warned.

McKenzie tried to obey, but she was having problems getting the orders from her ears to her brain and then on to her fingers. After a few deep breaths again, she managed to relax her forearm muscles a bit and decreased the pressure against herself. Then, she was able to slow her circular movements down to a more leisurely pace, though she felt like doing anything but slowing down.

"Very good. Now, tell me what you want me to do."

Ryan was still circling her clit and grazing it with every other revolution and she waited to hear McKenzie's wishes. She hoped McKenzie thought about entering her, but she didn't want to prompt her just yet. She was giving McKenzie a chance to be in control and that meant letting the girl's limited experience and innocent imagination have free reign for the time being. Plus, she was interested in what McKenzie would come up with based on what she'd shown her so far.

"Flick your clit like it was my tongue licking you."

Ryan grinned. She could very well imagine having McKenzie's mouth on her, feeling her tongue lash out at her sensitive bud. She lifted her hand and used her index finger to flick across her clitoris and she pushed her pelvis out to meet the harsh little caresses. She groaned low.

"Oohh, McKenzie, that feels good."

McKenzie couldn't take it anymore. She was finally getting to see Ryan react to her and all she could think was that she wanted to cause more of those lovely sounds. She couldn't take her eyes off Ryan's exposed sex. It looked delicious. Her mouth was watering so much that she had to swallow more than once to clear it of all the saliva.

"I want to lick you, Ryan. Please. I won't ask to touch you again. Please, just let me taste. Please?"

Well, so much for control. Ryan frowned slightly. She liked the begging tone McKenzie had found, but they'd already established that even asking to touch her was against the rules.

Ryan hated having to do what she was about to do. It was a punishment for them both. But maybe once McKenzie realized the consequences of her actions, she'd be able to keep a tighter reign on herself, fear of future reprisals helping to keep her in check.

Ryan removed her hands from her body. She licked her fingers clean of her own juices and then stood up from the bed.

"Stop touching yourself, McKenzie." McKenzie lowered her eyes from Ryan's and pulled her hand away from her body. "You will not touch yourself again, until I give you permission. Tonight, I want you to think about learning to control your desires. You will not find release tonight or tomorrow. If you disobey me again, the amount of time will be increased."

Ryan slowly put her clothing back on. She could see tears running down McKenzie's cheeks. She knew the tears were partly from frustration, but more so from the obvious disappointment Ryan showed in her. But that wasn't what Ryan wanted her to focus on.

Discipline was necessary in order for them to safely continue in their explorations together. Ryan had seen the submissive in McKenzie from the first time they'd met and the dominant in her knew that there was a lot of pleasure waiting for them both when she was ready to take it.

Had McKenzie been a little older, the lessons would have been a lot more hands on, but Ryan was beginning to see that taking things slowly was probably better for both of them. Now, if McKenzie could just learn to control herself, everything would work out fine. Ryan decided a little pep talk was in order.

"Prove you've learned your lesson, McKenzie. Show control and deny your body release, until I give you permission. You can last for two days. I know you can." Ryan paused, then continued. "Do you understand why I'm teaching you these things yet?"

McKenzie looked up. She didn't bother to wipe the tears away, but Ryan's words had helped her to stop the flow. She gazed into Ryan's eyes and saw only patience. She shook her head in response to Ryan's question, not trusting her voice at the moment, so Ryan explained.

"I am teaching you how to please me. And yourself. You will be my body slave, if you can learn your lessons properly. Do you know what that means?" Another shake of the blonde head. "It means you will be mine in everything that is sexual. I will own your body, to do with it as I please. In every other part of your life, you will own yourself. But in the bedroom, you will exist for me and only me."

McKenzie nodded. She wanted that more than anything. Ryan had shown her things in just a few days that had changed her entire life. She'd never be the same again.

"McKenzie, if you want to stop, just say so. What I'm asking of you is more than most people can handle. Just say the word and this part of our relationship disappears."

McKenzie looked up in alarm. That was the last thing she wanted to have happen.

"No! Please. I'm sorry. I know we can't touch. I just... I won't disobey you again. I don't want to stop. Ever."

The last word was a whisper, but Ryan heard it and smiled. She'd been thinking along the same lines, but there was a lot more to explore before they started thinking that long term. The emotional and psychological bonds she was weaving between them would be the deciding factor in any future commitments they made to one another.

However, Ryan couldn't help thinking if things went the way she wanted them to, they'd be bonded for life. There was something about McKenzie's immediate and willing submission to her. It pulled her in and she knew she could get lost in it. But she had to be strong for McKenzie's sake. If she gave in to her own desires, McKenzie would never learn discipline, would never be able to completely submit to her, or her own hidden needs, and that wasn't fair to the young woman. Or herself.

And then there was everything outside of this new dimension to their relationship. McKenzie was intelligent, funny, fun loving, enthusiastic, compassionate, dedicated... Ryan had yet to find one thing about McKenzie she didn't like. Even the girl's persistence for wanting to touch her, when she knew she wasn't allowed to, was endearing for the simple fact that McKenzie was acting completely on instinct. And it was that innocent passion that had sparked Ryan to chart this course for them. She wouldn't back down now unless McKenzie asked her to. And the look in those beautiful green eyes told her that wouldn't be happening anytime soon.

"I will see you the day after tomorrow. Goodnight, McKenzie."

"Goodnight, Ryan. I'll be patient. I'll learn control. I promise."

Ryan stared into McKenzie's serious eyes and nodded almost imperceptibly before turning and leaving, closing the door behind her. McKenzie was taking a rather large risk using that word, but it spoke volumes for the confidence she felt in her ability to live up to Ryan's expectations. She would be patient. She would learn control.

If only the ache in her groin let her. She squeezed her buttocks tight together to try to ease her pain and then just gave up. She'd just have to suffer the consequences of her infraction. It was only forty-eight hours. She'd just take it an hour at a time.

Or maybe a few minutes at a time.