Top and Bottom

Top and Bottom

by

Kortpeel

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The slap stung. I had to stand up and walk around. It was all I could do to resist the temptation to rub my cheek with my hand.

I'd been trying to play with Marjie's tits. She'd said no but I persisted. So I got my face slapped. Prior to that it had been a nice little kiss and cuddle session, one of several since we'd become a couple a few weeks earlier.

In my opinion it had been time to play with her tits as part of the normal progression toward full sexual intercourse in the near future. Marjie wouldn't allow it. I suspected that she was playing some stupid game to establish ascendancy in our relationship.

As it was Marjie did have nice tits, beautifully shaped and not too large. I'd been looking forward to playing with them. The rest of her 5' 6" shape was very nice too. She was a naturally slim girl, 20, with short auburn hair and blue eyes.

Unusually in my limited experience she had been overly assertive from the start of our relationship. She would make an assumption of superiority and of a natural right to say what was going to happen. She had a tendency to make derogatory remarks about me as if in jest and to demand small services like do this and fetch that. I'd manage to thwart most of her stupid stratagems but it had become tiresome.

This girl was beginning to annoy me. With nothing to lose I'd forced the issue with her tits. Any normal girl, at this stage in a relationship, would want her tits played with and admired. I was fairly sure that her refusal was a power ploy rather than a moral thing. I decided not to play her stupid game..

"Let's have cup of tea," I suggested and went out to make it without waiting for an answer.

I hoped that leaving her alone would let her know she'd gone too far.

She was still on the settee when I brought the tea in. I put the tray on the small table and sat on an arm chair.

"You're angry with me, aren't you?"

I could see that her scheme was to get me to say I was angry and then she would say I'd had no right to persist. Hence I got what I deserved. That would put her at an advantage in our relationship.

"Actually Marjie I should apologise to you. You did say no and I persisted. Probably you felt you had no alternative but to resort to violence. So please accept my apology."

That wrecked her little plan and left her briefly at a loss for words.

"Well it was naughty of you."

"I just said so."

She realised there was no future in the topic.

We finished the tea in silence. She couldn't think of anything to say that would get her back into ascendancy so she shut up.

I got her coat and said I'd drive her home. I'd had enough of her nonsense.

We drove to her place in silence. On arrival I walked around and opened the door for her to step out.

"When are we going out again?"

"Perhaps we should cool it," I told her. She was still thinking about that when I said "Good night, Marjie," got in the car and drove off.

That had been on Saturday night. It was Wednesday when she called. "Hi. You still angry with me?"

"Hi Marjie. How're you doing?"

It was a funny sort of call. We just talked of inconsequential things without getting to the point. I tried to sound friendly but not to the extent that she'd think I was missing her. Actually I wasn't missing her all that much. We rang off without making any plans to see each other. She called again on the Friday. "I wanna talk. Can you meet me in Mango's tomorrow at 10?"

"Ok."

"All right see you then." She hung up.

When we met up she was aggressive. "So how much longer are you going to sulk before we go out again?"

"Sulk?"

"You know what I mean."

"Marjie, I'm not sure that you and I are right for each other."

For some reason that took her by surprise. She was at a complete loss for words. That I'd dump her hadn't occurred to her.

"Because I slapped you?"

"Partly but mostly because our personalities clash. Seems to me …."

"Seems to you what?"

"Look Marjie, you're a super girl. But what you're looking for in a relationship … well, I don't think that's what I've got to offer."

"And what am I looking for?"

"A door mat. You want a guy you can order about and humiliate."

She looked surprised for an instant and then burst out laughing. "God! You are good aren't you?"

"Marjie, quit playing games. Just be yourself, for heaven's sake."

Chastened, she sipped her coffee for a few moments.

"Ok. No more games. What you see is me as I am. But I don't want us to break up. You're the only guy I've ever met who understands me."

"Do tell." I was acting a little cool toward her. I really didn't give a damn and I wanted to get out of this dead end relationship. For all her female attractiveness I didn't much like her as a person.

"It's true." Now she was trying hard to convince me. "Most guys I've met I have been able to manipulate easily and I end up despising them for it. You I can't. I like that. It makes you someone special for me."

I just looked at her. She'd organised this rendezvous because she'd wanted to talk. So let her talk.

"Well say something."

"You said you wanted to talk. Tell me what you wanted to talk about."

"About us."

I nodded.

"You aren't making this very easy, are you?"

"My face is still sore."

She knew what I meant. "Ok. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"Why did you?"

"Because you wouldn't stop."

"Why did you want me to stop?"

"Because I have a right to control my own body. If I don't want you touching me there I don't have to let you."

"Good answer, Marjie. That is perfectly true."

Marjie was bright. She saw where this was going. "So the next question is why didn't I want you touching my breasts?"

"Try to answer as honestly as you can."

She was looking at me with something like admiration in her eyes. She must have come to a decision. "Because … I was trying to use your desire for me to get control over you."

"Well done Marjie. For that answer you get an 'A plus'."

She smiled but looked chastened. "You knew that all the time didn't you?"

I smiled too. "Let's move on to what I don't know. Having got control, what were you aiming to do with it?"

"I'm not sure. It's a er- sort of an instinct I have. I just like to be in control, I guess."

"Has that little stratagem of yours ever worked with a guy?"

"Every time. Until you. That's what I like so much about you."

"Yeah, yeah. Now with your other guys until me, what happened to those relationships?"

She thought for a moment. "Well usually we'd date for a while until I got bored with them and dumped them." She thought a little more and in the spirit of total honesty added "Some of them dumped me too. Because they weren't getting anywhere."

"You continued to withhold access?"

"Mostly. Yes. Not always. Look I'm not a virgin if that's what you want to know."

Marjie was beginning to get rattled. As she'd brought it up I asked "How do you feel about that?"

"About not being a virgin? I don't feel anything much, one way or the other. The actual event that er took my virginity wasn't particularly pleasant. I suppose if I still had my virginity I'd be obsessed with losing it so to that extent it was worthwhile."

She looked at me as if to see if that was the right answer. I waited for her to continue. "I just decided it was time I had sex so I did it with the guy I happened to be dating. That was a mistake. He wasn't anyone special for me. It was an unpleasant experience and I didn't enjoy it at all."

I indicated my approval for her answer and she seemed reassured. "When you say it was unpleasant, would you enlarge on that? In what ways was it unpleasant?

"It hurt. It was purely a physical thing without any other feelings. Don was a big physical guy and much as I liked his body I didn't feel all that much for him. And he wasn't very good at it - for all his bragging about his conquests. Afterwards I just thought well I've done it at last and no great rush to do it again."

"Hmm. How would you describe your libido? Do you like the idea of sex? Do you have normal fantasies?"

That question would have drawn outrage at any other time. Now it slotted into the conversation. Marjie had begun to enjoy talking intimately about herself.

"Yes. I would say so. My favourite fantasy is to be completely and utterly dominated by a guy. It is only a fantasy mind. In real life I'd probably never stand for it."

"Do you invent guys or take real ones?"

"No. I take a real guy, one that I like the look of, and invent a personality for him: how I'd like him to be: all ruthless and dominating who ignores my helpless pleas for mercy. He'll have his way with me, using me to slake his lusts but at the same time he's gentle and satisfies me too.

"Of course, that's in fantasy land. In real life I'd just slap his face and louse it all up."

She said that in such a rueful, self deprecating tone that I had to laugh.

Marjie's indignance was only partly feigned. "You really are a bastard aren't you? How do you get me to tell you all this?"

"I didn't. You wanted to tell me. You had a need to bare your soul to me."

She looked at me wide eyed and swallowed. She looked down at the table. She looked at me again. "Is there still going to be an 'us'? I'll stop playing games. I'll do anything you want."

"You are an unusual girl. If we are to have a relationship I will adapt it to your propensities."

She looked relieved so I continued "As long as you do what I tell you and behave yourself you can be my girl. If you're getting close to the line I'll tell you. If you go over it I'll dump you forever."

"All right," She was looking happy. Was there just a trace of smugness in her expression?

"Go home and shave off all your pubic hair. Present yourself for inspection at my place at three this afternoon."

For a second there was a flash of resentment. Then she remembered. "All right. I'll be there."

We said our goodbyes and left. On the way home I bought some condoms. I gave some thought to this thing with Marjie and wondered if I wasn't wasting my time with her. Well, not if she kept to her word and did everything I wanted.

At that time I was 24 and still fairly naïve where women were concerned. I'd had a few girlfriends in the course of growing up but nothing like this one. If I handled it right I could have some fun and pleasure from her for as long as it lasted. I didn't see it lasting very long. I had a feeling that with this girl I had a tiger by the tail.

The old chiming clock I keep on the mantelpiece over the bricked up fireplace in my flat was striking three when Marjie arrived.

"Spot on time ," I remarked as I let her in. She was wearing a white lacy blouse and a knee length summer skirt with an elasticated waist-band. It was all very feminine. Normally she would have worn slacks or jeans. She looked freshly groomed so she must have been busy since our meeting at Mango's that morning.

Usual formalities including a compliment from me on how nice she was looking and a Coke each then I asked her to sit down. "I want to discuss with you where we should go from here."

Her whole demeanour said "You're the boss" and she did as bid.

"I don't think we're going to work out if we try to carry on as a normal couple."

There was a look of concern but she didn't say anything. I went on "You have a naturally dominant personality so I want you to find yourself a pet guy who will enjoy being dominated by you.

"You can humiliate him to your heart's content and do whatever you want to him. Turn him into a slave if you like. But you aren't allowed to have intercourse with him or let him see you nude."

She was looking at me with astonishment.

"He's not to know about me. You can despise him as much as you want. You can even be fond of him. You are not allowed to love him. How do you feel about that?"

"Er all right." Obviously she needed time to think about this.

"My idea is that will give you an outlet for your domination instincts so that you and I can then have a decent relatively normal relationship. Ok?"

"You won't mind if have a guy like that?"

"Not as long as you keep to the rules."

"What if I don't?"

"Sooner or later I'll find out about it and dump you."

"Say I fall in love with him?"

"Then being dumped by me won't bother you."

She saw the logic in that immediately, and the corollary. "It doesn't sound like it would bother you either."

I didn't reply. She was right.

"You are treating me like dirt aren't you? You are a hateful bastard. You care nothing for me."

"No, Marjie. I'm not treating you like dirt at all. Right now I'm treating you with honesty and respect. Whether or not I care for you remains to be seen. At the moment all I can say is that you intrigue me."

I got the impression she was loving my treatment of her. For some reason being treated in a hard, un-tender way like this turned her on. It was true that she intrigued me. I wanted to know what made her tick. I'd never met anyone like her before.

"You make me feel like a specimen in a biology lab. 'Intrigue' you for heaven's sake!"

"See it as a starting point. Who knows where we'll go from here?"

Marjie accepted that. I guess I was intriguing her too. "So now what?" she asked.

"Well it's up to you but there's a movie I wanted to see. If you like we could have a snack and go to the five o'clock show."

"All right." Then she added rather shyly "But you did tell me to present myself at three for inspection."

"I did indeed. After the movie. There'll be plenty of time."

Let her wait. Anticipation would only heighten the excitement.

The movie wasn't very good and I apologised to her for dragging her to it. She'd enjoyed it and hadn't minded a bit. We had a drink on the walk back from the cinema to my flat. It's one of the nice things about living right in town that most things are within walking distance.

In the bar there were two other couples that we knew. We talked for a while. Marjie acted all lovey-dovey toward me which I sensed was for the benefit of the other two women there. They must have known what Marjie was like and were surprised at her submissiveness toward me. Presumably her behaviour was to tell them she had got a real masterful guy who had 'tamed' her. I wasn't too sure of this analysis but it was the best I could think of. What I didn't understand was why she would want her friends to think she had been tamed.

When we left Marjie was clinging to my arm. Outside it was late evening dusk but still pleasantly warm. "Are you still going to have your inspection?" Marjie asked in a little girl voice.

"Maybe." I spoke a little gruffly and she shut up for the rest of the walk.

Inside the flat it was warm. I'd set the heating timer so that a little nudity would not be uncomfortable.

"Do you want me to undress?" Marjie seemed eager to do so.

"Make coffee first. Instant is fine."

She did so without a murmur and some minutes later I was sat on the settee sipping coffee. "Ok Marjie. Take off your clothes."

Margie stripped for me. That was probably a moment I will remember with pleasure for the rest of my life. She really was lovely. I indulged my lecherous gaze to the full. I have always found it difficult to understand just what the mechanism is that makes men respond with such lust to those curves and shapes of the female form but whatever it is, it certainly works well. Not for the first time it occurred to me that a pretty girl is a masterpiece of nature infinitely sweeter and nicer and more desirable than even the greatest of any man-made work of art.

I paid fulsome compliment to her beauty. Stripping, being admired and complimented turned Margie on and the rest of the evening was a delight for both of us: a celebration and enjoyment of carnal pleasures.

Afterwards, by which time it was quite late, I thanked Marjie for a beautiful evening.

She thanked me. "I've never had an experience like that. I submitted completely and in doing so I had the most wonderful, beautiful time. But why is it so hard to submit?" She paused and answered her own question. "I think that a woman needs a man who can make her submit; who is strong enough to dominate her. It's never the same if she just submits of her own accord."

Marjie looked at me, slightly puzzled. I had no idea what she was thinking. Probably she was wondering what it was about me that had made her submit. It flashed through my mind that the roles of men and women in sex are so different that a man would never really understand a woman. Certainly I didn't understand Marjie or what she was going on about. Perhaps a woman's taste in men is something to do with natural selection. Maybe there is some instinct that draws her towards a guy whose genes complement hers so that together they will produce the best possible off-spring. It seemed to me that Marjie didn't even understand herself.

A week later I asked her if she had found a slave yet.

"I don't need one."

"Ok."

"Do you really want me to get a slave?"

"When you're ready. There's no rush."

"Why do you want me to get involved like that?"

"Because you need to. There's a corner of your personality that works along those lines. And why not? You can make someone happy."

She smiled. "There is an evil streak in you."

Marjie and I got into a pattern of seeing each other twice a week. The sex was great. The rest of the time we got on ok. She'd stopped trying to be assertive and aggressive with me. She was actually keen to be supportive. Of her own accord she was keeping her pubic hair shaved.

Now whatever Marjie may have thought I am not naturally a dominant person. Neither am I submissive. By nature I am an easy going, relaxed sort of man who likes to live and let live. I like to get involved in projects which excite me or interest me and then I can go flat out. Otherwise I don't. Some people, not understanding, have even thought I was lazy.

The project I had on the go was restoring an old car. It was a Jaguar XK120 that I'd bought as a rust bucket. I'd found it mouldering beneath a pile of old junk in a corner of a scrap yard. It was complete, apart from the bits that had rusted away, but it was in terrible condition. If it hadn't been such an interesting car it would never have been worth while even to look at it.

I had it stripped to the body shell and was in the process of replacing the rusted body panels. A process that can only be described as difficult hard work. Marjie, to help me, had come to the garage I was renting. She looked cute in her boiler suit but old car restoration was not her thing.

"If I did get a slave" she remarked, "couldn't he help you with this work?"

"You'd have to get the right slave." At the time I was drilling out spot welds from a panel that had to be replaced and my mind was on that and how the hell I was going to fit the replacement panel.

The next weekend Marjie told me she thought she had found a slave who might have the right propensities and skills. Clive had restored a Beetle. Would I mind if she did whatever it took to enslave him.

"Refresh my memory, Marjie. What were the ground rules?"

"You said he shouldn't know about us, he must never see me nude and I'm not allowed to have sex with him. And I'm not allowed to fall in love with him."

"Did I say that?"

"That's exactly what you said."

"So what's wrong with that?"

"Well I'd have to spend time with him and er … work on him."

"Just keep him out of your pants."

"Of course." Marjie seemed happy. Maybe she'd got exactly the reaction she wanted.

For my part I didn't see a long term future for me and Marjie but she was a bloody good screw and it was handy to have her around. She'd become a self appointed concubine as far as my needs for female companionship were concerned. If having a slave kept her occupied in her spare time that was fine by me.

From Marjie's account this chap Clive seemed a real wimp. He thought he was getting a normal girlfriend but really he was getting a dominatrix. It started off normally enough. They held hands, they kissed. He even got to play with her tits without getting his face slapped. That was as far as he got. As good as her word Marjie didn't let him into her pants. She did let him jerk off in front of her and sometimes, as a special treat, she'd jerk him off. How he loved that. He also loved it when she made him shave his pubes simply because "I prefer you like that."

Another treat for Clive was when she made him try on a skirt. "Have you ever thought, Clive, a man can go his whole life without ever knowing what it's like to wear a skirt? I want you to try one on so you have some insight into what it means to be wearing a skirt. It will help you to get in touch with your feminine side."

It was just a short step from there to getting him into full drag. They would go out for a drink somewhere, two girls together. Clive was certainly in touch with his feminine side.

Clive was useful to me. He was a meticulous, detail-oriented guy. He was perfect for flattening the primer on my Jaguar's body while Marjie and I were having sex back at my flat. With me Clive was a perfectly normal chap. I would never have known he was an extreme masochist if Marjie hadn't been keeping me in the picture.

It was about the stage when I had Clive repairing the Jag's upholstery that Marjie's kinky streak kicked into overdrive. I ran into Marjie and 'Carol' in the pub and pretended not to recognise Clive. That was easy enough. Carol was totally convincing. If I hadn't known I wouldn't have recognised him. The three of us chatted for a while until I finished my drink and left.

A few days later Marjie told me how exciting that had been for her. She didn't quite know why but being in the company both of her slave and her master had turned her on no end. She said that my idea of her having a slave like Clive had been exactly right. She'd told Clive that she preferred him as Carol so that she had a pretext for putting him in drag more often.

Because I hadn't 'recognised' Carol Marjie wanted me to come on to her while Carol was there. She wanted Clive to know that I was screwing her. According to Marjie he hadn't at that stage caught on to us. So that's what I did. I casually ran into them at the pub. We went around to my place and we left Carol watching television while Marjie and I disappeared into the bedroom.

By this stage Clive was well into his slave status and knew it. He loved being Marjie's slave. He also got a kick out of being Carol. I thought Marjie was overdoing it by having me screw her while Clive wasn't allowed to but Clive accepted that. Heck! He even enjoyed it in some way.

Marjie told me that after that incident she and Clive had gone back to his place where, as a reward for good behaviour, she'd made him remove his skirt and panties so that she could give him a wank. It was as she was fondling his balls she said, as if it had just occurred to her, "You know Carol, I'd really prefer you without these nasty little growths. They don't suit you at all."

Marjie told me Clive had his best ejaculation ever. She developed the theme over the next few months and by the time the Jag was ready for its roadworthy test Carol/Clive was seriously into castration fantasy.

By that stage Marjie could only be either sub or top; nothing in between worked for her. Where I was concerned she expected me to be top and I spent a lot of time keeping her down. It was getting too much. I'd made a caning block to chastise her. She had to bend over it, buttocks exposed. She was strapped at the wrists and ankles and the cane applied. A refinement on this was the electrode in her vagina which delivered a mild pulsating electrical shock, gradually increasing in intensity as she became more aroused. The electrode was of steel and phallus shaped. I thought that she didn't catch my muttered joke about "balls of brass and a damn' great wheel that went round and round" but she finished the verse " … and the whole bloody thing was driven by steam."

I was pleasantly surprised to learn that there was a sense of humour buried deep in her dark personality.

I became a little concerned when I found that I was beginning to enjoy humiliating Marjie. Apart from her caning block there were other degradations. On a warm sunny day I would get her to wear a light summer dress with a short skirt and no underwear. It forced her to conduct herself in a very ladylike way. Other times I made her go out nude under her fashion cape. I even took her like that into a pub for a drink once. She couldn't touch her drink so I had to finish it for her. Sometimes I'd give her permission to masturbate under her cape. She'd look very pretty whenever she aroused herself in public and I was the only one who knew what she was up to,

But whatever I did to her she did even more to Clive. With my approval Marjie allowed him to see her nude provided his hands were cuffed behind his back. Then she trained him to bring her off with his tongue. The acute discomfort of such a task was part of the pleasure for Clive, especially when Marjie would take his testicles in her hand and tell him how much nicer he would be without them. Such a pity he still had his balls. If he were a eunuch he could be allowed to use his fingers as well.

It was one day when Marjie was telling me of Clive's latest humiliations I suggested that she and Clive set up home together. "In fact why don't you get married to him?"

I had a hunch that Marjie and Clive were genuinely fond of each other in their weird, mutually satisfying kind of way.

"Would you mind if I did?"

"I would give you my blessing."

"Could I still see you?"

"Of course."

And that's what happened. I had the honour of being Clive's best man at their wedding. As such I took advantage of my droits de seigneur and screwed the bride on her wedding night. Clive had seconds and it was the first time he'd got to fuck her. He was so excited he came straight away.

"You'll have to train him properly," was my advice to Marjie. I was present at the time as observer.

"Actually I was thinking of having him castrated and ending his libido for ever."

"How do you feel about that Clive?" I asked him.

"If that's what Marjie wants …"

"Hmm." I pretended to consider it. "Give him a year." I advised Marjie. "See how he gets on."

In fact their marriage worked. Marjie got pregnant, presumably by Clive, and they settled down into being an almost normal couple. Marjie did visit me a few times before she got pregnant but straightforward sex without bondage or humiliation wasn't enough for her. She did credit me with seeing how it would all work out between her and Clive. "You knew this right from the beginning, didn't you?"

She stayed away while she was pregnant although I occasionally saw either Marjie and Clive or Marjie and Carol in town. Then I would see them with the pram and their baby.

We would stop and pass the time of day of day but it was the conversation simply of old friends who hadn't seen each other for a while.

Then I moved away. It was some years before I came back for a visit. I saw Clive out with his little girl. She was four, he told me proudly. Clive seemed very happy and content with life. In fact there was an air of inner peace and tranquillity about him that I rather envied. He had put on weight though, especially around the hips.

We talked for a while and I asked him to give my best regards to his wife.

I haven't seen any of them since. I've often tried to work out how Clive could ever be so happy and calm, especially married to a woman like Marjie. I surmised that she'd changed a lot with marriage and motherhood.

Or maybe she really had gone ahead and had him -

Naah. She couldn't have.

Could she?

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