Jodie's Slaves Part Four - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Four

... to go with her to some of her Gymnastics classes and events. She was in the top Three in her class and I felt a little guilty that I had never seen her do her stuff. It was important to her and I should be supporting that.

She beamed and laughed. “Hey, Toss down the bag and stay there. When I get the tackle in front of you, step onto the weight below the hook and I will let you down.”

She got the block down in front of me with practiced ease. When I hesitated, she laughed, “Oh do it you big chicken! I let myself down on it all the time.” But she had never been hung upside down over a stairway landing as a small child for daring to try and defend her Mom.

I pushed those thoughts away and let her have a bit of fun with me. This had been her playground growing up and she knew it well. She was in a mood to show off some, probably because her Mom and I had been monopolizing this space and she wanted to reclaim it in some small way. Instead of just letting down she got me in the middle of the hall and lifted me all the way up to the rafters! I had never done anything like that and my belly filled with butterflies! I did manage to keep my voice calm and authoritative, but only just.

“Julie, if you drop me I swear, I will get out of the hospital and come back and kick your ass.” She laughed like she did not believe a word I said, but let me down halfway. She looked up at me clinging to the rope and an oddly serious look came to her face.

“Jodi, do you really think ...

... you could ever kick my ass? My gymnastics teacher also teaches Taekwando. All the girls get basic self defense as part of our classes. I’m actually pretty good!” she bragged, lowering the rope too quickly for my taste and stopping it abruptly. She did it again, jerking me to a stop still above the ground. She grinned, thinking she had the upper hand, but she had made a mistake. Three feet was not a problem for me. And taekwondo was one thing, fighting for your life another. I jumped down, which caused her to stumble as she overbalanced against the suddenly weightless rope. I was on her in a second, before she could recover, and twisted her arm up behind her back. She had to know the counter move to this hold...it was basic...but I got into her head as quickly as I could. She was stronger than me, and probably a better competition fighter, but I never wanted to go that route with Julie. Ever! If she flipped that switch in me....well I was not afraid or squeamish to do whatever had to be done. And I would do it before I had a chance to remember that she was a person I loved. Because, unlike Julie, I fought to win...and I fought dirty.

“Maybe you could kick my ass...one time,” I whispered into her ear before spinning her around so we were face to face, breast to breast, “But then who would give you the kisses you know you can’t live without?” I kissed her then, long and deep, running one hand down her side and getting it between our bodies to finger her plump, wet pussy. She ...