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\n\n

Brain Busting Diana

\n\n

by oliverc

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\"Who's that,\" I asked\nGeorges, my buddy and roommate. I was mesmerized by the sight of a blond\ngoddess across the dining hall. She was pretty, not stunningly beautiful but\nclearly athletic, which was given away by the fact she was still in her field\nhockey uniform. It had only been three weeks since I transferred to this\nuniversity from my local community college for the remaining two years of my\nbacaulaurite degree. I hadn't had a steady girlfriend back home but Georges\nalready knew I enjoyed viewing women. It was a guy thing.

\n\n

\"Oh, man, Kevin, you want to stay away from her,\"\nGeorges replied, any hint of his Hungarian ancestory long assimilated out of\nhis family. \"She's bad news.\"

\n\n

\"Why? What do you mean by that,\" I asked, a little\nconfused at his reaction.

\n\n

\"Well, that is Diana Kendrow, she is captain of the\nfield hockey team. Good-looking, sure, but she has a bit of a\nreputatation.\" Georges looked part conspiratorial when he said that and\npart gossip columnist.

\n\n

\"A reputation for what?\" I persisted. Georges knew\nwe were too far down the path of this tale to stop now, so as we sat down to\neat, he continued. \"I know a couple of guys who dated her. According to\nthem, she demands that any boyfriend of hers must be willing to down on\nher.\"

\n\n

I found this line of conversation so far a little silly. So,\nshe likes oral sex. Big deal. In this day and age it is virtually a requirement\nfor both partners to be willing in that department. I told Georges that.

\n\n

\"No, no, no, you don't understand. Apparently, she is\nvery particular about how it is done. She insists on squeezing your head with\nher thighs. Hard. The guys I know have nicknamed her Brain-Busting Diana. She\ndoesn't date much anymore, I don't think.\"

\n\n

Little did Georges know at that moment was how much that\nlast piece of information intrigued and excited me. I am the type of guy who\nlikes it when a woman takes physical charge in the bedroom, although I dared\nnot share that detail with anyone I know. Most people would think I am just\nweird. I got a hard-on right there. I knew I had to speak with Diana, and hoped\nshe gave me the time of day, but I didn't want to do it then and there. I\nwaited until our meal—and Diana's—was over. Georges had to rush off to\nclass but I lingered until Diana was finished so I could speak to her.

\n\n

As I caught up with her going out of the dining hall, I\nrealized that what Georges told me was not a trivial thing. I am 5'8\" and\naverage weight and build. Not particularly athletic but not a couch potato\neither. Diana, on the other hand, was clearly in good physical shape. She was a\nbit taller at 5'10\", looked to be about 150lbs, had sculpted, muscular\nlegs and a very tight, albeit not small butt.

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\"Hi,\" I said, catching up with her and matching\nher stride, \"my name is Kevin, Kevin Cromwell. I am pretty new to the\nschool.\" Diana gave me a sidewards glance without moving her head or\nchanging her pace or her expression.

\n\n

\"So?\" was all she offered.

\n\n

I swallowed. She of course wasn't making this easy.\n\"Uh, well, I confess I was admiring you from afar during lunch and was,\nuh, wondering if you'd like to go out to dinner or something on Friday.\"

\n\n

Her answer was crisp, almost slashing. \"You were\nsitting with Georges Siminches. You're his new roommate, I gather. I am not\nparticularly fond of him—or some of his friends.\"

\n\n

I felt embarassed and a bit ashamed for Georges. \"Well,\nyes, he does tend to gossip. I am sorry. If it is any consolation, I didn't\npick him as a roommate, he was assigned to me.\"

\n\n

She continued walking but didn't tell me to go away. She\nthen asked: \"He didn't tell you about my 'reputation' yet or the\n'nickname' then or you wouldn't be here trying to keep up with me.\" It was\npartially true. Her legs were longer than mine and they made it easier for her\nto keep a fast, steady pace while I had to scramble a bit. It was now or never.\nShe opened the door very fast, so I needed to jump through it.

\n\n

\"Actually, he did tell me about your nickname and what\nit supposedly means. It is kinda why I am here.\" Diana stopped and turned\non me skeptically.

\n\n

\"Oh, really? Why? If you are trying to embarass me,\nforget it. You're friends did that last semester.\" Her eyes bore right\nthrough me as she had the height advantage as well as slightly higher ground.

\n\n

\"I wasn't here last semester and my 'friends' don't\nknow I am talking to you right now, unless they're looking at us.\" I\nlowered my voice. \"I just think we would have fun together. I am willing\nto play by your rules, be a water boy to you the star athlete.\" I felt\nproud at my poetry, such as it was, and being able to play on something she is\nobviously proud of.

\n\n

Diana looked at me for a long time. \"Okay, fine, I'll\nhave dinner with you. But that's all right away. Any 'fun' I decide to have\nwill have to wait to see if I like you. But I will warn you right now, if we go\ndown this path, you had better be prepared to live up to your responsibilities\nwhen the time comes or I'll REALLY hurt you.\" With that she wrote her dorm\nroom number on a slip of paper and gave it me. \"Pick me up at 7:00 pm\nsharp at Friday. Don't be late. I'll decide where we're going then.\"

\n\n

The look of excitement and joy on my face must have been\nvery obvious because Diana's expression softened and then she added: \"It\nwould be nice to date someone with mutual 'special interests' for change. At\nthis conservative school, it hasn't happened.\"

\n\n

\"I know what you mean.\" And with that she walked\non, leaving me barely able to contain myself for the rest of the week.

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Friday Night

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It was an interminable three days waiting for Friday. I ran\nacross Diana several times during the week but she barely gave me any glance of\nrecognition. When Friday arrived I knocked on her dorm room at 7:00 pm sharp. I\nhad to restrain myself from knocking too much or too loud, to avoid a spectacle\nin Diana's hallway. She answered herself. All seniors get a single room if they\nwant one, but I as a transfer student and a junior still had to share a room.\nDiana looked nice but clearly hadn't gone to a lot of trouble for our date. She\ndidn't wear much makeup, not that she needed it, but did wear a pair of jeans\n(which I noticed were nicely tight fitting), a university sweatshirt, and a\npair of black ankle boots with a slight heel.

\n\n

\"Hi,\" was her only greeting. \"Come in.\"\nI went in but Diana left the door slightly ajar. \"Do you have a car?\"\n

\n\n

\"In fact, I do.\" I explained that I had gone to\ncommunity college for two years to save money, as I was putting myself through\nschool. But it required the additional expense of a car to get to and from\nclasses.

\n\n

Diana nodded approvingly. \"Good, in that case we'll go\nto the Phoenicia. Great food, nice atmosphere. I'll drive. Come.\" And with\nthat she walked out and waited for me somewhat impatiently to exit so she could\nlock the door.

\n\n

Dinner went very well. Diana was a great conversationalist\nand we had no trouble filling up the time with a variety of topics. There was a\nnever a hint, however, of the topic that seemingly (to me) brought us together\nin the first place.

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After dinner was over, Diana suggested we see a late movie.\nI readily agreed and she selected the new thriller that was out. Not the\nscience fiction or action movie I might have chosen, but at least it wasn't a\nchick flick. By the time we returned to her dorm, it was very late. As we\napproached the outside door, Diana whirled on me and said: \"Kevin, I have\nreally enjoyed our evening. With that, she took both her hands and grabbed the\nsides of my head and gave me a goodnight kiss. It was a gentle, yet forceful and\ncontrolling action. \"Same time next Friday, Kevin, and don't be\nlate.\" She turned back towards her dorm. \"Oh, and one more thing, be\na gentleman.\"

\n\n

She didn't specify, but I knew what she meant. I wasn't to\ngo talking about the details of our date to anyone. I could do that. I had a\nreally good feeling about the evening, about her, about everything. I would do\nnothing to blow it. Nevertheless, during the week, Diana never gave me the time\nof day, although on the few ocasions our eyes did meet, she gave slight smile.

\n\n

Next Friday took agonizingly forever to arrive. When it\nfinally did, I rapped on her dorm room door at 7:00 pm sharp. Somewhat to my\ndisappointment, Diana was dressed the same as she had been the previous week.\nBut no matter, we went out again and had a great time. Again, however, Diana\ninitiated no conversation on any subject that even remotely touched on sex. I\nfigured she was going to keep testing me for awhile. But when it came time to\nsay goodnight, Diana grabbed the hair on the back of head, pushed and held me\nin front of her face for a long deep penetrating kiss while at the same time\nusing her free hand to grab my right wrist and twist my arm behind my back. It\nwas a domination kiss if there ever was one!

\"Same time next Friday,\nsport!\" was all she said once she let go of me and disappeared inside her\ndorm.

\n\n

All week I felt a little like I was in a time warp. Friday\nseemed to take forever to arrive but when it did, it felt a little anticlimatic\nbecause I wasn't sure anything was going to happen. Diana and I seemed very\ncompatible: it was obvious we shared many interests in common. We had no\ntrouble carrying conversations on all night long, but the shadow of our\nwould-be sex life loomed over it all for me. Worse, I had no idea what Diana\nwas thinking. Around campus we would occasionally see each other and while this\npast week she did not ignore me, nor did she ever do much more than\noccasionally wave or give me a smile. Diana was clearly a private person,\nthough, because none of her friends took any special notice of me either when\nwe passed each other. Clearly, Diana, unlike many women, did not discuss her\nprivate life with many people, if any.

\n\n

When I picked Diana up for the third night week a row, she\nagain drove and this time we went rather afar from campus to nice, quiet\nrestaurant. This time, however, Diana steered our conversation rather quickly\nto the issue of sex.

\n\n

\"Kevin,\" she started quietly, after we had given\nthe waiter our orders, \"I have enjoyed our time together very much. You\nseem to be a much higher calibre gentleman than some of the people you\nassociate with.\" Georges had really pissed her off apparently! \"I\nlook forward to spending more time with you in a more intimate setting.\"\nShe smiled.

\n\n

I gave her what I am sure was a stupid grin back. \"Me,\ntoo. I was kinda hoping maybe we could spend some of that time together\ntonight?\"

\n\n

\"I had the same idea,\" Diana replied, \"but let's\ntalk through this subject at hand a little more. Tell me more about you, about\nyour fantasies. What made you want to ask me out?\"

\n\n

I hesitated at first. What comes naturally and like\nlightening in one's head can be more difficult to express in words. Finally I\ntook the plunge. It was clear that Diana considered this a crucial point and\ndefining moment. \"Well, I guess I don't know how to put this other than to\nsay that I fantasize all the time of being sexually dominated by a woman. To be\nhonest, I can't explain why or even how it came to be that way. But from the\ntime I was boy and had my first sexual thoughts I have wanted to be dominated.\nI didn't even realize it or understand it at first until I came across issues\nof the Penthouse's Variations magazine. They would run features and letters on\nthe subject which utterly captivated me.\"

\n\n

Diana just nodded and looked at me, expecting me to\ncontinue. I hesitated some more and she finally decided to prod me on. \"Go\non, Kevin. Tell me what specifically happens in that fantasy world. What do you\ndo? What does the woman do? If we are to continue you must totally expose\nyourself to me. I have been burned by a few guys who at this point feigned\ninterest in this just to get into my pants. I won't make that mistake anymore.\nSo you're going to have to talk this through a lot and tell me what you know\nand from that I will be able to tell if you're bull-shitting me.\"

\n\n

She had put her cards on the table, I had to as well. So I\ntold her of my fantasies regarding sexual domination, bondage, and discipline.\nI told her that I hadn't actually ever been able to experience any of these\nthings, but they seemed exciting from the magazines. What I was all done, she\nnodded approvingly, and then spoke.

\n\n

\"Well, Kevin, to a large degree the rumors you have\nheard about me are true. I tend to be a dominant woman, especially in bed, and\nI do dominate. Completely. Thoroughly. I'll have a submissive lover or not at\nall. Do you really think you handle that—live?\"

\n\n

\"I understood that when I heard your nickname. It's,\nuh, why I asked you out in the first place,\" I replied.

\n\n

\"Yes, I remember that's what you said, but some have\nsaid that before and didn't really understand or didn't really mean it. Still,\nunlike the others, you said that before we started dating and thus long before\nwe got to this point. Our discussion tonight clearly shows you know more about\nit and have thought more about than some of the frat boys I have known. So\nperhaps you do mean it. We'll just have to find out if you can handle it—and\non a regular basis. One night doesn't count. I should warn you fantasy and\nreality are not the same thing. I am reality.\"

\n\n

\"You're right about that,\" I said, \"but at\nthis point the fantasies consume me and I have never had a relationship with a\nwoman because conventional relationships haven't worked for me. We never even\nget to the bedroom.\" I hadn't actually meant to say that, but there it\nhung in the air.

\n\n

Diana's eyes narrowed. \"Do you mean to claim that you\nare a virgin and submissive?\"

\n\n

\"Uh, yeah,\" I said panicked, \"is that going\nto change things between us?\"

\n\n

\"No,\" Diana replied straightening up, \"but\nsince I have never heard a guy who is in college admitting to being a virgin\nbefore, I believe what you told me earlier. I had already come to believe it,\nbut this makes it a slam dunk.\" With a twinkle in her eye now, she added:\n\"This will be exciting and fun for us both. I don't come across many truly\nsubmissive guys and none who were virgins.\" She winked at me.

\n\n

After that, Diana steered the conversation elsewhere,\nespecially as our food arrived. We finished our dinner and left the restaurant.\nDiana announced we would take a room for the night at the local motel and if I\nhad a class on the morning I should expect to miss it.

\n\n

It's Not About Me

\n\n

We pulled into to a nearby Best Western. Diana made me get\nthe room, which I was happy to do. Once we were settled inside, Diana got down\nto business. \"Strip,\" she ordered. \"Take it all off. When I said\nI wanted you completely exposed in all ways before me before we went any\nfurther, I meant it.\"

\n\n

She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at me, waiting for\nme to start. For my part, I now had a rock-hard erection. I think I had had it\nsince our dinner conversation. Fumbling a bit, I finally took off the last of\nmy clothing---my underwear. Diana just looked at me from head-to-toe. As I had\nsaid, I wasn't a stud, but I didn't consider myself repulsive. I wasn't carry\nmuch extra weight and had smooth, pretty hairless skin. Diana gave me look of\nsatisfaction.

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\"Get down on your knees, Kevin.\" I did so.\n\"As you must know, it will be your job to give me pleasure, for as long as\nI demand, under the conditions I demand. I don't know if you have any talent in\nyour tongue but we will find out. If not, I am sure you can be taught. Practice\nwill make perfect.\" With that, Diana began to expose her gorgeous,\nathletic body to me. She took off all her clothes except a black bra and black\nlace panties. It was clear she was true blond. She pointed to her crotch and\nsaid: \"You will kiss and caress me there until I say to stop. Use your\nlips at first and then your tongue. Do it right through the panties for now. I\nshould warn you, Kevin, we'll start off gently, but it will soon get rougher. I\nlike my lovers physically weaker for a reason.\"

\n\n

Diana sat on the edge of the bed and I crawled to her on my\nhands knees. As I moved in to kiss and caress the front of her panties, Diana\ngently but firmly grabbed my head with her hands and guided what I did. She\ngave me encouragement and instructions as I needed them. After about 10\nminutes, she ordered: \"Take them off---with your teeth, no hands.\"\nThis took an awkward few minutes, but once it was done she grabbed my head more\nforcefully and put me back to work. She had a hold of my hair now. Within a\ncouple more minutes she had locked those beautiful long legs of hers around my\nbody---I couldn't escape now even if I wanted to. When it was clear to me that\nshe was approaching climax, she forced my head into her with enormous strength.\nI couldn't breath because her pussy lips had formed a perfect seal around my\nmouth and nose and, even though I was starting to resist, Diana had all the\nleverage and all I could do is struggle---but lose the struggle. \"Don't\neven think of stopping now!\" I think I heard her say. The struggling\nseemed to excite Diana more, however, because right when I was starting to\npanic over my ability to breath and make noises to that effect, she came, long\nand kind of violently.

\n\n

Diana then let go of me and laid back on the bed. I fell to\nthe floor, recovering my breathing. She then leaned up: \"Oh, Kevin, that\nwas delicious for a first timer.\"

\"Yes, well, after a certain point I\ndon't think I was doing much, just acting like your dildo.\" She smiled at\nthat and leaned over toward me.

\"Get used to it!\"

\n\n

Diana then invited me on the bed. \"Crawl on my lap with\nyour ass in the air.\" When I did that, she grabbed my right wrist and\ntwisted it hard behind my back. \"While you have done nothing wrong as yet,\nKevin, I need to make clear early how this will work. In minute I will give you\nyour few basic rules, but as my submissive lover, I will discipline you when\nand for how long as I like.\" And with that she began spanking my behind\nhard, but rubbing erotically in between blows. \"This is an important\nfeature of our togetherness, Kevin, if you are prepared to take it. If you\ncan't, say so now and we can go our separate ways,\" and she continued\nsmacking. My penis was rock hard at this development and even though I didn't\nreally enjoy the spanking, the whole situation, this pretty, sexy, dominant\nblond authoritatively, firmly, and even lovenly disciplining me was fast\nbecoming addictive. She finished after about 10-12 blows.

\n\n

\"Now lay back and spread your arms above and you\nlegs,\" she commanded. She pulled out a bunch of men's ties and tied all\nfour of my limbs to the bed frame. Then she slapped my face, rather hard!\n\"Understand this completely, Kevin, in this relationship I command. Completely.\nIn the bedroom, of course, your submission must be total, but even outside I\ndecide what we do, when we do it, and I expect your deference to me at all\ntimes. I won't embarass you, but I won't put up with any macho behavior on your\npart for show. If I call you at the last minute to go out, then you must cancel\nany plans you have and come to me. Do you understand?\"

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\n\n\n

\n\n

\"Yes, Ma'am,\" was my natural reply.

\"I like\nthat Keven, but you should also expect to address me as 'Mistress' when we are\ntogether, in private. Clear?\"

\"Yes, Mistress!\"

\n\n

With that she undid her bra, exposing a most gorgeous pair\nof breasts, bent over and ordered me to suckle her. I did so with enthusiasm.\nBut her enthusiasm began to grow, too---into smothering me. After first\noffering me her nipples to pleasure, she pulled away briefly before\nrepositioning my nose and mouth between them. It seemed like an affectionate\nembrace at first, but she then grabbed my head with one of her hands and press\nherself harder onto me, all the while grinding her groin against my leg. The\nmore excited she became, the more she sealed my face to her breasts, cutting\noff all my hair. Within a minute I was uncomfortable, within a minute and a\nhalf I was struggling to grab a breath. After what seemed like an eternity she\nlet go long enough for me to loudly exhale and suck in life-giving oxygen. Then\nshe repeated the process several more times, only stopping after she had\nmasturbated herself to an organism. As scared as it made me, I was intensely\nexcited, certain my cock was going to explode, yearning for some relief from\nDiana---my mistress---but there was no indication she too concerned about my\nneeds. It wasn't about me. I could only hope she would before she was through\nwith me.

\n\n

Brain-Busting Diana

\n\n

Diana now untied me from the bed and retied my hands behind\nby back and my feet together. We were taking a bit of a rest, but Diana made it\nclear she wasn't done. She snuggled in beside me, resting my head near her\nbreasts gently stroking my hair. \"Don't worry, Kevin, I haven't forgotten\nabout you. I know you want to come, but I am having too much fun to take care\nof that just yet (giving my cock a firm squeeze), but we will. You won't leave\nthis room as a submissive virgin.\"

\n\n

\"Thank you, Mistress,\" was about all I could\nmanage in the swirl of emotions and sensations of the evening thus far.

\n\n

\"You still have to learn what the nickname you heard is\nall about, before you decide you want us to continue dating.\" After about\n10 or 15 more minutes of idle chatter in which Diana asked about a few scars on\nmy body or shared a story or two about some of hers, or other small talk, she\nbegan to maneuver our bodies suggesting our activities were resuming.

\n\n

The hotel had a king-sized bed. \"Scoot down,\nKevin,\" she said, pointing to the lower half of the bed. In the meantime,\nshe had taken all of the pillows and propped them up behind her. She laid back\nand parted her legs. I was laying on my side on the bottom-half of the bed and\nsaw once again her magnificient body in all its splender. With a twinkle in her\nand slight smile on her lips, she said nothing but called me forward by\nrepeatedly curling her index finger in the universal \"come here\"\nmotion. I was to worship at her female alter once again.

\n\n

With some difficulty that amused Diana, I wriggle my face\nand body where she wanted them and resumed licking her pussy again. As she did\nbefore, Diana grabbed my head firmly with the hands, but unlike before, she\nimmediately enclosed her muscular thighs around my head, locking her ankles and\nresting them on my back. I could not move my head an inch and could hear very\nlittle. As she took pleasure from my tongue, she began to squeeze.

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The more exited she became, the harder she crushed my head\nbetween her gorgeous thighs. As it became uncomfortable, she suddenly let go\nand pulled my head up and looked me in the eye. \"Continue,\" was all\nshe said, before shoving my face back into her pussy and applying the vise-like\nclamps of her legs again. A couple of times we did this, start, stop, start,\nstop. But then she didn't stop. As I continued it became clear that she would\nsoon come again, but rather than stop she squeezed harder and harder. She was\nmoaning loudly, had a fiece grip on my hair with her hands, but was crushing my\nhead so hard between her thighs that when she lifted her legs off the bed as\nshe came, my whole head and chest went with her and I blacked out to a state of\nsemi-consciousness, and barely able to hear her scream of sexual peak.

\n\n

When I became more awake, I had a tremendous headache, I was\nstill down again on the bed, and my cock was semi-hard. Diana laid beside me\nand seeing I was coming to offered me some water. \"Yes, thank you,\nMistress.\"

She had me sip from a cup with straw from the hotel room.\n\"Well, Kevin, I guess that is where my 'nickname' came from.' I hope you\ncan recover quickly, because we aren't quite done yet.\"

\n\n

\"My head really hurts, but it is getting better\nalready,\" I answered.

\"That wasn't what I was hoping would recover\nquickly,\" she dead-panned. She climbed onto and then straddled my chest.\nAs she looked me in my eyes, and I into hers, she quickly stroked my cock back\nto a raging erection. \"This is it, lover,\" she said and then moved\ndown and impaled herself on a part of my body that had never known such bliss\nbefore in its life. It was warm and velvety, and I was in a physical and\nemotional esctasy. Alas, it did not last long because I did not. I came within\na minute, screaming so loudly she put a pillow over head to muffle the sound. A\nfitting end that Diana clearly expected and probably wanted.

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Epilogue

\n\n

I am Diana's now. We're both in college and still have lots\nto do, but we try to see each occasionally during the week. Every weekend\nnight, however, I must submit to her demands. I am working on trying not to\npass out when she \"brain-busts\" me but I don't always succeed. Her\nfriends and mine know that we are \"dating,\" but I never talk about\nit. When I first told Georges, he first thought I was joking and then pumped me\nfor details, which I never gave, and then asked, \"how can you do it?\"\nMy answer is always the same: \"I don't know what you are talking about. We\nhave a great, normal relationship. The stuff people said about her wasn't\nfair.\" Diana heard about the whole exchange, although I am not sure how,\nwas extra special (read a little gentle) with me the next time we got together.\nWhen we had finally, intensely climaxed together, she whispered in my ear:\n\"I was right. You are a gentleman.\"

\n\n

What I told Georges were all lies, of course, but in this\ncase lying was good for my soul.

\n\n

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