Brain-Busting Diana

Brain Busting Diana

by oliverc

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As I caught up with her going out of the dining hall, I realized that was Georges told me was not a trivial thing. I am 5'8" and average weight and build. Not particularly athletic but not a couch potato either. Diana, on the other hand, was clearly in good physical shape. She was a bit taller at 5'10", looked to be about 150lbs, had sculpted, muscular legs and a very tight, albeit not real small butt.

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

"So?" was all she offered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Friday Night

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

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

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

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

Dinner went very well. Diana was a great conversationalist and we had no trouble filling up the time with a variety of topics. There was a never a hint, however, of the topic that seemingly (to me) brought us together in the first place.

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

She didn't specify, but I knew what she meant. I wasn't to go talking about the details of our date to anyone. I could do that. I had a really good feeling about the evening, about her, about everything. I would do nothing to blow it. Nevertheless, during the week, Diana never gave me the time of day, although on the few ocasions our eyes did meet, she gave slight smile.

Next Friday took agonizingly forever to arrive. When it finally did, I rapped on her dorm room door at 7:00 pm sharp. Somewhat to my disappointment, Diana was dressed the same as she had been the previous week. But no matter, we went out again and had a great time. Again, however, Diana initiated no conversation on any subject that even remotely touched on sex. I figured she was going to keep testing me for awhile. But when it came time to say goodnight, Diana grabbed the hair on the back of head, pushed and held me in front of her face for a long deep penetrating kiss while at the same time using her free hand to grab my right wrist and twist my arm behind my back. It was a domination kiss if there ever was one! "Same time next Friday, sport!" was all she said once she let go of me and disappeared inside her dorm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's Not About Me

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

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

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

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

Diana then let go of me and laid back on the bed. I fell to the floor, recovering my breathing. She then leaned up: "Oh, Kevin, that was delicious for a first timer." "Yes, well, after a certain point I don't think I was doing much, just acting like your dildo." She smiled at that and leaned over toward me. "Get used to it!"

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

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

"Yes, Ma'am," was my natural reply. "I like that Keven, but you should also expect to address me as 'Mistress' when we are together, in private. Clear?" "Yes, Mistress!"

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

Brain-Busting Diana

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

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

"You still have to learn what the nickname you heard is all about, before you decide you want us to continue dating." After about 10 or 15 more minutes of idle chatter in which Diana asked about a few scars on my body or shared a story or two about some of hers, or other small talk, she began to maneuver our bodies suggesting our activities were resuming.

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

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

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

When I became more awake, I had a tremendous headache, I was still down again on the bed, and my cock was semi-hard. Diana laid beside me and seeing I was coming to offered me some water. "Yes, thank you, Mistress." She had me sip from a cup with straw from the hotel room. "Well, Kevin, I guess that is where my 'nickname' came from.' I hope you can recover quickly, because we aren't quite done yet."

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

Epilogue

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

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