The Dominatrix

"Sanctus!" chirped the female voice in his communicator, and Pan reflexively replied, "Sanctus Dominus!" because that was the way it was supposed to be. He waited. She had called him, so it was her turn to speak. "My dominatrix is expecting you for afternoon coffee," the woman whispered, "I have just sent you the exact address." Before Pan could answer the connection was disconnected.

Pan did a thorough research to find out about the dominatrix Ileana who was expecting him for coffee at 16:00. He had never dealt with a dominatrix before, had never heard of her and there was essentially nothing on the net except that she was counted in the government and worked there in the military administration. There was no information, although Pan researched for over an hour in registers, databases and the general net. Ileana was apparently not interested in publicity. Okay, he told himself, and ordered a glider over. After all, she inhabited a huge palace in the greenbelt around the government district, so she could only be a powerful and wealthy person, that much was certain.

The glider was admitted to the park through the lattice gate and stopped in front of the courtyard minutes later. Pan was in no hurry; he had intentionally arrived five minutes early and stopped next to the gonnie huts. Getting into the mind of the gonnies was tedious as always, but he managed, of course. He skimmed over the chatter of the gonnie women and listened more closely to the men, for they told him the secrets of the mistress. He was not at all surprised, for he had noticed immediately that these gonnie men were proudly displaying big cocks throughout. A woman in a skin–tight uniform (or was it not a uniform?) approached him and motioned for him to follow. He was stunned by the dignified, old–earth design of the baroque Venetian halls they passed through. The woman stopped in front of a door and opened both panels. Pan entered, and the door closed silently.

"Aaah, there's our fighter pilot!" said a full alto voice. A tall woman stepped out from behind a panel. Pan had never seen a free woman, a dominatrix, before and was stunned. The woman was tall like himself, slim, naked and pregnant. No, she was not naked, but the skin–tight jumpsuit accentuated her large breasts, roly–poly belly, and imposing genitals. She had a beautiful face, in keeping with general taste, that seemed a bit aristocratic and haughty. She raised her eyebrows mockingly as he looked at her shapely, clean–shaven head. She was probably shaved all over, he thought, and she replied, "Yes, I get shaved seven times every week, you won't see a single hair on my body!" Smiling, she pointed to the seating area where they both took a seat. A uniformed servant appeared and poured coffee before silently disappearing again.

Pan stared at her private parts and then at her round belly. When was she expecting her son? Pan asked politely, and she laughed brightly. "A son, you say?" she laughed, "very few people know that." She sat up bolt upright and wiped the air with one hand. "Let's leave the small talk aside," she said, "let's get to it!" She was called Ileana, Lan, and had worked in the control center during the battle. She asked if he preferred to just communicate mentally or talk, and he replied that he preferred to talk. He said he didn't know what he was here for.

Lan seemed to have read his questions and answered freely. She had grown up with her father, a biology professor, after her mother died, and had studied biology herself. He had died when she was 21 and was her first and, until then, only lover. (Pan felt her grief for a moment.) He had deflowered her when she was 11, and they fucked every day for 10 years like a couple in love. He gave his daughter a special potion, a special mix with oxytocin, pitocin, pituisan or orasthin, that sent her into a sexual frenzy. She continued his work at the university until she was appointed to the government. She worked in the military command and control center. She was unmarried and was a Free Woman all her life. She was expecting her child by a young monk who would one day be Pope. She giggled that it was a hell of a job to seduce the chaste virgin boy, she had to guide him step by step to fuck. Pan grinned too, for this was a truly heathen work. They both grinned at this play on words. He kind of liked this lan.

She had no doubt that the monk would be Pope one day. He was worth passing on his genes and hers to the son combined. But now, Lan said, now to him. He had been given ten days leave like the other pilots and would be able to find out tomorrow that he had received 250,000 credits from the government. He looked at Lan in surprise, that was quite a chunk! She smiled finely. She had managed to get the government to give pilots bonuses based on their shootings and successes. Besides him, 18 other pilots had received this maximum amount. It was a lot of money, almost ten times the annual salary of a commander. "Among others, I put you up for promotion, Commander d'Aubonville!" smiled Lan, and Pan hurried to say thank you. – But where did all these rewards come from?

Lan leaned back and placed one leg lasciviously on her seat, which drew his eyes to her belly and especially her private parts. He had caught her eye among the other pilots because he was the only one piloting his own squadron and the left and right squadrons at the same time. Three squadrons, 36 combat gliders, all alone! That was extraordinary and very effective. From the control center it had looked like a ballet, Lan said, and Pan nodded, although he had no idea what a ballet was. A very ornate kind of dancing, Lan explained, is very popular on ancient Earth. Pan nodded, it was not planned as a dance of the combat gliders, but they wanted to avoid the enemy targeting devices with the well–practiced artistic flights, they had practiced that very intensively. "Your swarms were the only ones not to be irritated by the battle," Lan interjected, "that's very unusual." They discussed the battle in great detail, Lan running individual sequences on the big screen. She listened to his explanations quite attentively; in his eagerness he completely forgot that he was talking to a woman. With a woman! Women had not to be interested in war games, only sex and fucking had to be on their minds! "I am a dominatrix," Lan whispered almost inaudibly.

Lan made a gesture with her hand and the servants served dinner. It was the finest and best he had ever eaten. "My girls cooked this," Lan said, "it would be too difficult for the gonnies." Pan smiled, thinking of what else the gonnies were good for. Lan didn't let her surprise show. Yes, of course, she let a gonnie or two fuck her to orgasm every night; she'd much, much rather do that than masturbate. Pan almost choked; it was considered indelicate to talk so publicly to strangers about secret sexual habits. He drank his wine in one gulp and the servant immediately poured more. Lan had also finished her meal and pointed to the seating area. Coffee, liqueur and a fine cigarette, it was in style! "A beautiful meal!" thanked Pan. They waited until the girls had cleared the table.

It had struck her that he led his three relays with only half mental effort, albeit with great success. That in itself was quite extraordinary. However, she had been able to follow the other part of his telepathy for long stretches and it seemed too fantastic and unusual what she had seen dimly. He should describe it to her with all frankness. She stretched out on the couch and closed her eyes. Or show it, she whispered in his head. Pan blocked his thoughts for a moment and considered. But she was far above him in rank. Then he showed Lan everything.

He had sought out the commander, he had stripped her naked. He had brutally deflowered her and fucked her for hours with his virtual cock, as it distracted her from aiming and firing every few minutes when she had an orgasm. He had been desperately biting her erect clit so that the blood just gushed out, as she had a dozen of his gliders in her sights and in front of her shotgun. One of his men had managed to hit the helm station and shoot the helmsman. He had fucked the commander, screaming in pain, like a beast, spraying her to the top with his virtual semen before her orgasm. He waited a few moments for her orgasm to break loose and only shot her ship when her orgasm was dying out.

While she was reading his mind and looking at his pictures, Lan had both hands pressed to her sex, her body twitching and writhing full of animal lust. She sat up, lit a cigarette and took a sip of liquor. He knew that the dominatrix was far above his pay scale and his superior, so to speak, and he expected a thunderbolt. But Lan just looked at him piercingly and sipped the liqueur. He searched his memory of what the penalties were for having sex on duty. Lan smiled and shook her head. It was probably the most effective way to distract, stop and destroy the enemy. "I won't mention it in a word in my report," she said with a smile, "we'd both get to Beringarsgard!" He knew what that was, the island of irreversible felons and the incurably insane.

Lan asked if he could help her out of the jumpsuit or if she should call a girl. He shook his head, he had no idea how to operate her jumpsuit. Silently a servant appeared and peeled the mistress out of the jumpsuit. She dabbed the mistress's labia and vaginal entrance with wet wipes. She paid special attention to the dominatrix's clit and rubbed it with the wet wipe until it was stiff and firm. She dabbed the clit several times with her finger to watch the twitching reaction. She had brought a perfume bottle and sprayed the naked dominatrix, then silently disappeared. Lan lay down on the couch and he was unable to take his eyes off her nakedness. "Uncover yourself and lie down with me," she whispered in his head. The good cadet saw only one direction here: forward!

He had fucked pregnant women a few times before and knew he had to watch out for the baby. But she fucked with as much passion as he had ever experienced only with Half–girls. She was active and ambitious, she had to have her orgasm! He stayed stiff until her second orgasm and didn't squirt until she was shaken by the orgasm. They lay panting side by side, both gasping for breath.

He sat up and lit two cigarettes, they smoked in silence. "You are very good at fucking," she whispered in his head, "really good!" He nodded a little absently, he liked to hear it, of course, but he was worried because they were in too different ranks. To enter into an affair did not seem advisable to him, many things could go wrong. "You're right," her little voice whispered in his head, "it's not working for either of us. Nevertheless, it gave me a lot of pleasure, and no one but the two of us need know that." They fell silent again, for there was nothing to add. He was very sorry, because the mistress fucked better than the best Half–girls. Lan cooed contentedly and whispered that she thanked him for the compliment.

She was already chewing the third mulberry and whispered if he could fuck her with a big cock, a big one, like the pirate woman? He nodded and turned to her. Kissing with her tongue, she teasingly shoved the mulberry into his mouth. She was already burning brightly and he did not usually consume mulberries. The poison instantly shot into his brain and seconds later into his loins. He knelt in front of her and slowly penetrated her vagina. She pressed him against her, but he remained cautious because of the baby. He let his cock grow virtually until he stretched her vagina to the breaking point. She drew in the air sharply and breathed it out again, trembling. She had never had such a huge thing inside her before. The commander had a much larger vagina, but he had to remain very careful with the pregnant human woman. She wanted it, she wanted it badly! He pushed her slowly at first and she pushed him, faster, harder, deeper!

The second time it took much longer for them to finish. He concentrated on making her feel that big cock. It went beautifully and he took the opportunity to look around her mind. He quickly passed over the pictures of fucking the gonnies, that was not interesting at all. The face of the virgin monk he memorized and quickly moved on. He was all the more surprised to see how many lesbian affairs she had. Lesbian women were very rare; society was patrimonially sexualized through and drove women mercilessly into the arms of men. He had never seen women make love and wasted far too much time in these experiences.

He fucked faster, at their pace, and suddenly found himself in front of a locked iron door. What was behind it, he could not even guess. She orgasmed every minute and drove him, faster, harder, deeper! He fucked now highly concentrated and she came screaming loudly to a mad orgasm. The orgasm made her tense and scream, he knew himself at the finish and squirted violently. He squirted and squirted in one go, long ago he only squirted virtual, thick jets into the screaming woman until she gradually fell silent. He thrust a few more times and let his cock shrink. Then he fell heavily on top of her and embraced her. The wildly kicking baby admonished him, and he slid to her side and held her tenderly.

It did him so much good to feel her gratitude, her lust, her sexual satisfaction. Still, he thought, how would she have liked it? Her whispers were instantaneous. She had never experienced such a fireworks display of orgasms, never such a prolonged orgasm as she had at the end, and she would rarely scream at her orgasm! He growled in satisfaction, she obviously loved big cocks. They whispered for a while longer, then he fell asleep. She waited until he was fast asleep and slipped away, into her bedroom.

The Gonnie was already waiting impatiently, eating mulberries and stroking his erect cock from time to time. He looked up as she entered. She sat down next to him, smiling, and fed him mulberries, crushing some berries to rub thickly on his cock. He yelped briefly, as this secret recipe made his already large cock grow painfully even thicker and even longer. "Today you have to fuck me at least three times, little fur man," she said in the gonnie language. "Three times, or more" said the mistress, "you will get a gold coin tomorrow if you fuck me more than three times! Got it?" The little furry man nodded excitedly and jumped hurriedly onto the bed. The mistress lay down, spread her arms and put her legs apart. The little one sniffed at her vagina and mewed that it stank of human juice! She kept silent and provoked him: "Gold coin?"

In fact, upon entering the service, he was promoted to lieutenant and seconds later to captain and immediately thereafter to commander promoted. The brigadier general didn't bat an eye as he casually held first the lieutenant's stars, then the captain's stars on the collar of Pan's uniform, and then pinned on the gold commander's stars. What a ridiculous charade, Pan thought. "Good boy! Good boy!" the general half–cried, giving him a firm handshake. Pan saluted briskly and stepped aside. Several dozen more comrades–in–arms were promoted to lieutenants and captains. After the official part, the promoted were invited by the general to a drink. Everyone was talking excitedly and Pan felt out of place. He was the only one who had been promoted to commander.

He immediately threw himself into his work. He now commanded 12 swarms and had a command cabin at his disposal. He was expected to conduct his command from there. Pan, however, ignored this privilege. He took over one swarm personally and commanded all 12 simultaneously. The control center wanted to stop it, but after the first exercise they fell silent. He might be a bit peculiar, this commander, but he was extremely effective. He drilled his swarms day after day and liked to go for a beer with his crew after duty. He didn't pander at all, on duty the men paid him every respect, because he was a good commander and an amazing pilot and strategist.

In the evenings, he read for several hours and debated with Fyy before going to the campfire and getting drunk while watching the fuckers. He would take a gonnie girl by the hand and walk her to his bedroom. He took a different one every night, but there were only a handful of very young Gonnie girls and he already knew them all. The Gonnie girls were very docile and soon fucked exactly the way he wanted them to.

The dominatrix called him over almost twice every week and let him fuck her. She still had a few weeks to give birth and had a great sexual appetite. From the beginning she had her best friend with her, Domina Tea. She was only in her early twenties, studying commerce and was Lan's steady lesbian friend. Pan was initially irritated that the three of them were in bed and Tea was just watching. When he needed a break, he watched them make lesbian love, which was insanely exciting, at least at first. He soon knew that Tea had a great longing for him and for fucking. It took quite a while for her to allow more than cuddling and kissing. He was able to enter her mind quite easily and blocked himself so that Lan could not follow him. He fooled Lan into thinking that he was just messing around in the sexual realm of Tea's mind, which he was actually doing. Also.

One day he asked Lan for permission to fuck Tea. She just smiled mockingly, Tea was a sworn lesbian, she doesn't fuck men! He took Tea in his arms, for she was ready. To Pan's great astonishment, Tea was virgo intacta, and he quietly asked her if he could fuck her anyway? Aio te, domine! breathed the virgin blushing, Yes, my lord! Lan sat up all excited and nervously stroked her belly. Pan softened Teas mind, made her vagina relax completely. Still, he had to thrust a dozen times before her hymen finally tore. She breathed a yes and Pan was allowed to fuck her. He used his natural cock, not the virtually enlarged one. Ileana's breath caught as he fucked her friend. No matter how hard he tried, Tea did not orgasm. He squirted endlessly in her vagina and then rolled to the side.

Pan fucked them both in turn from now on, taking advantage of Tea's weakness to comb her mind. Most heavily she revealed her masturbations, masturbating for hours every night before falling asleep. Only Lan knew about it. He blanked out her memories related to masturbating, studying, and lesbian love affairs. He had to grin, because there was a lot Lan didn't know. Then he spotted the heavy iron door. No matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't open. Lan asked Tea, while he was fucking her, if she didn't want to fuck his big cock? Tea knew it from Lan's descriptions and nodded, yes, she wanted to. Pan filled her tight young girl vagina to the breaking point and fucked her sensitively and vigorously. Tea gasped and quickly aroused herself to orgasm. He let her orgasm for minutes before he squirted. He dozed a bit while the women whispered excitedly about this fuck. He turned away from the iron door; it was hopeless. He looked again: it was open a crack. He looked inside for the first time.

Lan, who treated him and Tea to an excellent supper every time they visited, questioned him thoroughly. She wanted to know what he knew about business, trade and economic production. He answered all the questions of these friendly interrogations frankly and honestly. He knew little to nothing about it, but he always remained honest because Lan's trust was important to him. She was not only his superior, but an extraordinarily powerful dominatrix whose trust and goodwill could become extremely important.

Of course, they were not interrogations, just conversation, but he tried as hard as he could. Once she had asked him about his gonnies and he told in complete candor that of the 30 or so gonnies he mostly fucked only five very young gonnie girls. They matched his expectations best and fucked significantly better than the older gonnie women. Yes, he confirmed, he had of course fucked all the gonnie girls in the last 15 years, but the young gonnie girls were simply the best. He described in great detail how different it was to fuck the gonnie women, who had much larger vaginas than the gonnie girls, whose small, often very tight vaginas were much better suited for fucking. In his household there were only these 5 young gonnie girls who were excellent to fuck. The older gonnie girls and the adult gonnie women were not particularly well suited, they were also much too stubborn to respond to his desires. As Lan continued to smile, he described his favorite girls' private parts in great detail until Lan laughed out loud and said, laughing, that she knew exactly what a clit looked like! They all three laughed and the usually reserved Tea slapped her thighs in amusement.

They sometimes discussed the powerful, the rulers and the guilds for hours. He contributed little, knowing little about them and usually only what was in the daily news. However, he learned a great deal on these subjects and especially things that the common man in the street never learned. Lan knew everything about business and corruption and everything about the sexuality of the rulers and the clergy. She did not conceal any man's sexual misconduct, she did not omit any detail, no matter how spicy or piggish, that kept her very busy. It was crystal clear that she completely detested the ruling clergy. On the positive side, she saw her decision to seduce a virgin monk and conceive a child with him. This monk would be pope in the future and restore the clergy from within. Pan did not find it difficult to think and speak positively about this. It was her mission, her vision, and he supported it. He often raised his glass and made a friendly toast to the monk and the boy.

Only when he went home on a glider did he allow himself to think openly. When he sat in Master Guo's library, he and Fyy would erect an impenetrable blockade around the library. He did not know with absolute certainty how strong Lan's mental abilities were. She had seen him fuck the enemy commander. Not many telepaths could do that, he knew for sure. But her father had been a biologist, maybe he'd secretly evolved his daughter higher, the way he'd been evolved. He could tap into Lan's or Tea's mind from any distance, though Lan's active block always stopped him. Maybe Lan could do that too? Tea was not a trained telepath and was not gifted for it. The iron door in her mind was certainly not of her own making.

Pan had looked behind Tea's iron door a few times. He had to piece together what he saw with the conversations like a jigsaw puzzle, and carefully locked those thoughts away when he went to Lan. He had seen a whole row of dominatrixes behind the door. He didn't waste a second looking at their breasts and impressive private parts for too long. They sat in meetings, it seemed to him, perhaps they were in management positions. They discussed and argued as only politicians, rulers or the clergy usually did. Only when he mixed in Lan's expressions of opinion did it all make sense.

The Dominas had the power, they had taken over the government.

Something was disturbing about this outcome. The door was in Tea's head, not in Lan's. What were the chances that Tea had concocted something that lacked any basis in fact? Pan thought about it and decided to find out directly from Lan. He dismissed the idea of disinviting Tea. Lan had never even hinted that Tea was not allowed to hear anything. He considered his strategy critically and carefully with Fyy, giving a lot of thought to alternatives, because just winging it would be reckless. He had to improvise anyway, but he needed guidelines along which he could safely navigate.

But he had to wait for an opportunity. It wouldn't come for weeks. Lan and Tea had surprised him again and again by the fact that they had already drunk a lot of mulberry liquor by the time he arrived at their place. No conversation, no dinner, straight to the bedroom! He smiled good–naturedly and also took a sip before getting to work. The first time he went home overtired and hungry, after that he made sure to eat a little during his breaks. He could wait. Lan and Tea were not offended when, after a few weeks, he suggested resuming dinner, complete with conversation. He would feel like a sex toy otherwise, like a Half–boy.

He didn't resist for a moment when Lan gave him a generous raise. Very much, however, he fought off another promotion. He was a fighter and led his people. But becoming a brigadier at 24 seemed wrong to him. Nor did he want to sit among all those generals who had become big–assed armchair fools. Lan, who wanted to radically change the military, ran into granite with Pan. The discussions were heated, but he could not and would not give in. Lan gradually came to his senses; the change could not simply be pushed through in a jiffy. However, he did agree to revise the training documents and service instructions. He was soon cursing, because it was really a very time–consuming job. Thank God Fyy actively helped to create thousands of pages of service instructions.

Dinners and conversations picked up to his satisfaction. In the evenings he would sit in his library for hours, tweaking new textbooks with Fyy. Sometimes he would call a gonnie girl over late at night, fucking with his girls was getting almost as bland as old married couples. He usually fucked Fyy during or after work, she was as always better at fucking than the Gonnie girls.

And again and again the dominatrix invited him. He had asked during a conversation what to do with his great wealth and now it was Tea who gave him valuable tips. He therefore invested in several landed estates and in transport ship companies under Tea's watchful eye. He gladly took Tea's advice when he and three other military officers discussed the new armament projects with the grandees of the control center. He was noticed because he always stayed on point and argued as if he had been managing companies all his life. He had to grin, the knowledge of a student was enough for that.

Earlier than expected, the opportunity came. They had fucked extensively after dinner and all three needed a breather. Over liquor and cigarettes, Lan asked out of the blue how the military behaved when they took power? Pan didn't have to think for a second. The oath had been sworn to the planet, not to individual politicians or the powerful clergy. The military would never be drawn in if the new rulers were bad apples. He already could not always in good conscience answer for serving the current government, the current politicians. But he was absolutely against the military revolting on its own. Lan listened very carefully and kept nodding in agreement.

He knew at a certain moment that she knew that he knew. He nodded to Lan and said he already knew. She hid her immense surprise and sat back. He was blown away, as he was every time, by the eroticism radiating from her rounded belly and open sex hole. She savored his being overwhelmed for a few moments, smiling, then declared she wanted to open the iron door now and did so. He was overwhelmed by the sight of dozens of dominatrixes, all naked. He looked closer, they were all wearing only tight–fitting tops, boleros, apparently to support their heavy breasts. Only a few old dominas hid their private parts behind gauzy veils or lace. Lan gave him time to get his fill and waited until he looked at her again.

"We will take power. We will replace this incompetent government." Lan spoke softly and firmly. "I need to know where the military will stand!" Pan thought and said that what he had said before applied. If they formed a better government . . . He did not speak further. He wanted to know what those figures were. It wasn't an uprising, was it, women against men? Lan shook her head, No, it was not directly about that. No! The Dominas were close to each other and it was a women's gathering only because of that. The politicians and clerics happened to be all men, but they were corrupt and rotten to the core, she said angrily. She immediately calmed down, "I will introduce them to you one by one."

Lan introduced him to the Dominas, what their particular area of expertise was, what their function would be, their training and lifestyle. She let him look at their bodies while she was talking, as he was looking at the bodies very attentively and with the sexist interest normal for men. His eyes sucked in the erotic aura of each dominatrix, they sucked on their breasts to explore intensely the private parts afterwards. Lan smiled, for Pan was a man through and through, a child of this time. She reported that only two dominas were asexual, most of the others were habitual masturbators and then very many who fucked men or women. He listened carefully, storing all the information and images in his eidetic memory. He would not forget any of it.

Hours had passed by the time Lan finished. Tea had long since fallen asleep. Pan only now realized that there were beads of sweat on his forehead, so sexually aroused had he become. He discussed with Lan the question of why they wanted some ancient dominatrixes in the government. She was quite clear that it was simply not possible to override them. But the two old dominas had immense expertise and they were joined by a younger one. He recalled that Lan had called them both diligent masturbators and saw their overlong, flaccid clits dangling down. Lan laughed out loud at how predictable male reactions were.

However, she became serious again and debated with him about the government. By now he was also convinced that the Dominas' government was certainly better than the existing one. But that was only his personal opinion; he could not speak for the military. She could not or would not say when the time would come. The conversation died down, she pulled him onto the bed and they fucked silently next to the sleeping Tea. It was almost morning when they fell asleep.

He looked out the library window at the distant mountains. Lan had acknowledged without batting an eye that his telepathic abilities were far beyond the usual. She had immediately accepted that he knew about the power grab. She had mistakenly believed he had opened her carefully locked iron door, apparently unaware that Tea was the weak link. He did not correct that. They had indeed put together a very good government, he had to admit.

They were professionals who wanted the best for the planet, he certainly believed her. But he recalled all the information and pictures. Only with very few he recognized greed or obsession with power, they all would enrich themselves sooner or later, no question. What worried him more was the sexuality of the dominas. That was the most significant weakness! Not even a handful seemed to be sexually stable, most wanted much, much more sexual experience and they were going to get it. That was going to cause some more problems, Fyy agreed. He dismissed the idea of talking to Lan about it.

He immersed himself in his work, dictating for hours in the new textbooks. It was past midnight when he mentally woke up his most devoted Gonnie girl and ordered her to his bedroom. Just in passing, he realized that she had been getting fucked diligently all evening and then had fallen asleep after a few cups of wine. She first went into his bathroom to be clean for her master. Then she quietly got into his bed and snuggled up to her master. He had so many naked dominas in front of him that he fucked the young girl until she was completely exhausted. She only giggled very quietly when she got an orgasm, because she rarely screamed with him. Today he was silent while fucking, his thoughts were not with her, but with the Dominas. She had to be quiet, she felt that instinctively, although he brought her to orgasm very often.