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We Told You to Stay Away From Him ((Me and Tyr))

You are very observant, speaking out against the church isn't wise, because they have power to destroy just about anyone’s life. The inquisition will even find fault where none lies if it serves their purpose.

Giovanni had always been careful to cover his tracks, and not to leave himself vulnerable to any church inquiry. Plus, having a few people in high positions in the church didn’t hurt. Still he knew better than to flaunt his opposition to the institution.

Since this is about truth, yes. The church and state are as corrupt as the worst merchant lord. They care more about how their pockets are lined than about those that fall under their dominion.

He stops for a moment letting his words sink in before he continues. Moving his finger in a circular motion, he indicates for her to do a spin, while he resumes the conversation.

There are many things you can do; you just have to have the will to do them.
 
Leila looked at him. He was right about the churches power. All they had to do was shout the word "heretic" and that would get carted off to execution.

She looked at him as he paused. She thought about his words, he was right about that also. She nodded in agreement. She turned around slowly when he asked her to do a spin for him. She obliged ofcourse and smiled to herself.

She looked at him and said "A little power and status also helps along the way, even if you have the will to do what you want" she said to him softly.
 
The girl didn’t bolt for the door screaming, so that at least gave some indication of her seriousness. Giovanni watches as she slowly turns giving him a far better view than he had so far, and she was looking far more attractive with each discard article of clothing.

Oh power never hurts, nor money it opens many things that would be shut otherwise. Only a fool would not crave it or wish to hoard it if it were available.

With her standing straight in front of him, discussing power, his eyes make a clear journey from head to toe and back again.

So tell me of your physical experiences to date. How have you been touched?

While talking his hand and fingers indicate for her to continue removing the remaining clothing. As any woman of the period, she had an abundance of things covering her body.
 
Leila looked at him as he spoke. He spoke the truth again. He was very observant. It made her wonder why he had done nothing to change there way their society functioned.

He asked of how she had been touched. She looked at him and said "I haven't...father and mother always kept me locked away in the house, and when I did go out, It was never alone...they kept me from meeting people...probably so that I would be an enticing bartering tool" she said.

She she spoke her hands pulled her white see through gown over her head. At that point she was left topless, only in a pair of panties and white thigh high socks. She pulled off her socks, her hands dragging them down her leg before he began to pull down her panties.
 
The girl was definitely surprising him, she was demonstrating an amazing amount of poise and courage as she talked and stripped. Giovanni watches as the thin under gown is pulled up and off, exposing her completely from the waist up. The revelation that from the girl’s statement that she’d no prior experience with a partner was astonishing.

Come, come girl are you honestly trying to convince me, that you haven’t been touched by a friend, a family member or staff. I find that hard to believe, something as beautiful as you hasn’t been marred in the slightest. Is this really the truth?

Maybe she was a pure and untouched as she said, it just seemed so unlikely and impossible in this day and age. In this modern day, it seemed more and more young girls were experimenting and less and less were going to the marital bed intact. Giovanni didn’t see the big deal, and thought the church’s many laws were only another thing against them.

So fresh and so young, did she have what he wanted? How far would she go? So many tantalizing questions were streaming though his head, as the girl became naked. His heart rate was increasing as more and more of the girl was revealed. No matter his experience or knowledge, such a gorgeous female form affected him. The animal in him wanted to leap and pounce, but the man in him wished to savior the experience.
 
Leila looked at him and she said "Perhaps I may have been disciplined as a child with a slap to the cheek or hand, my hand has been kissed by suitors but...no body has ever bedded me" she said to him softly.

She looked at him. She understood why he was skeptical. Many women these days were going out and experimenting and trying knew things. Sure the church as against it but what exactly could they do to stop it, send a priest in to watch every bed in Venice?

Her parents knew very well what women were doing and had gone to every measure to keep her caged in a box. She never had an freedom to do what she wanted and she felt like she was constantly being watched. When she was at home, even if the maids never told her, they were reporting to her parents about what she was doing. And we she went out, someone was always sent with her. Not today it seemed. They could do nothing against Giovanni. He was far to powerful for them to trifle with.
 
Giovanni nods his head in respect to her willpower, for he had no such moral strength, if anything he was completely lacking in that area. In fact his moral turpitude, gave thought to many things involving this innocent girl. He gets up rather abruptly, the chair positioned between Leila and himself. With precious display of dexterity, he spins the chair, which makes several revolutions till ends up facing her. He reaches out to her in a graceful fashion to take her hand.

Come have a seat, let us change positions for a moment.

Of course to sit she must splay her legs, since he meant her to sit backwards on the chair facing him, as he did for her.

Of course you know it’s different for men. When I came of age, my father made sure that the nanny gave me a very thorough education.

Starting with the cuff link, he begins to very slowly remove his own clothes. His eyes never leave hers as they talk. The situation obviously different than anything she’d ever experienced, Giovanni watches her to see her reaction to each new development.
 
Leila look at him as he took her hand. She down in the chair, the way he had. It felt awkward and strange to be sitting like this. A light blush formed on her cheeks as her legs were spread. She was always taught to keep her legs together when sitting.

Leila looked up at him as he spoke and said "I am aware of that...I have a brother" she said to him softly, watching as he undressed. She bit her lower lip. Her brother was away somewhere, but he was very protective of her. He wouldn't approve of his parents plans for her, but he wouldn't approve of what she was doing right now either.
 
Not fair is it that there is one set of rules for men, and another for women? In fact if you ask me, which you haven’t, but I feel necessary to answer anyways, there should really be far less rules.

With his cuffs undone, his hands come up to his neck where they begin to remove the scarf and tie. Taking each off, he neatly places them to the side.

So now you are to be sold as chattel, without having experience or a choice. Quite unfair, but then again it’s the men who make the rules.

With the scarf and tie removed, he begins to unbutton his fine lace shirt, his finger nimbly unhooking button after button.

If your mother had come to you and offered you a tutor, would you have taken her up on the experience, knowing it would involve giving up your sanctified nature?
 
Leila looked at him and said "Women have always been exploited...since the begging of time...women are always inferior to men...even though we are the ones that give birth to them" she said to him.

She watched as he removed his scarf and tie, and began to unbutton his shirt. She watched as his chest was revealed. She looked at him and said "Why is that men crave power....It is like a drug...addicting...and once you have it...you want more...and when you get to the top, you either exploit it or you get bored with it, so maybe it is better to just have no power at all" she said to him.

In reply to his question she said "I would have gladly taken the off of a tutor...I want to learn...not be sold like piece of bread in the market....Its what they treat me like...get rid of me while I'm still fresh..." she said.
 
Not inferior my dear, different. Look to the animals, we have different roles we play.

The formal jacket is removed, followed by the unbuttoned shirt, as he pulls the tails of the shirt from his pants. Giovanni body is toned and tanned, from years of fencing and other combat training.

Man needs power and wealth so he may spread his seed. In days bygone it was the strongest that stood on top, now it the ones with power and wealth. Those without get nothing those with get everything. So we fight over the spoils, that being the finest women of the lands.

Neatly putting down the jacket and shirt, his turns and once again face the fair lady a few scars and old wounds can be seen on his exposed body.

All men crave dominion over others, for it feeds their self worth, and satisfies their needs. Is it so bad to be desired by so many?

His hand reaches out and bushes her cheek in a tender fashion.
 
Leila watched as he continued to undress. She looked at his toned chest and there was no doubt that she liked what she saw. He may believe they were not inferior but she did. "Then how come when a a husband beats his wife to death he is not punished. How come a woman's voice is not heard. Why can a women not look after her own property...if you say we are only different, then why are we suppressed?" she asked him.

Leila saw the scars and wounds on his body. It was obvious he had been in training or some sort of battle. Leila felt him touch her cheek and she said "I suppose it is not...but it also leads to many hardships" she told him. She looked up at him with her green eyes looking into his.
 
You’re asking if society values you a woman as great as a man, and the answer is of course no, nor does the church for that matter. None of what you have said is false, it just depend on whom you are asking.

Giovanni, leans against the hutch as he works his tall leather boot off. Removing one, then the next, till he stands in just his pants and socks.

As I said before we are different, we each have a role to play; now that doesn’t mean we have to play by rules, just that the rules are there. What is wrong with being different?

Smiling he begins to unbuckle the belt around his waist slowly pulling it completely out, as he removes it. However this time, he doesn’t discard it, but holds it in his hand as he talks.

Did you know that a woman has a far higher tolerance for pain than a man? Though in fact some have proposed because of their childbearing instincts that a woman can actually find pleasure in pain, more so than can a man.
 
Leila looked at him as he continued to get undressed. She watched him as he took off his boots and put them to the side. She watched as his hands undid his belt, but instead of dropping them, he held it in his hand.

She looked up at him as he spoke. Was he going to beat her? She wondered. She was a little fearful and she looked at him and said "I see then" not knowing what to say to that comment.
 
The girl’s hesitation was interesting, as Giovanni kept trying to read the emotions swirling across her face. Each of his actions, had a reaction, some were clear and others quite murky.

Do you fear the touch a man?

He says as he drops the belt, and he continues his own efforts to disrobe. Unbuttoning his pants, he lets them slide to the floor, now all he wore were socks and an undergarment.

Has the desire in you for the touch of a man grown over the years?

He removes both socks and tosses them on top of the boots.

For myself as soon as I came of age, I found the urges overwhelming, and now that I have experienced what goes on between and man and woman, I would never deny such urges again.
 
Leila looked at him as he dropped the belt to the floor and unbuttons his pants, sliding them to the floor as well.

She looked at him and said "Is it not natural to fear the unknown?" she asked him softly when she asked if she feared a man touch.

She looked up at him and he tossed his socks away and looked back at her. She looked at him and said "I was isolated from such things...I do not know the desire...perhaps I have felt it, but I don't know it" she told him.
 
You poor child, I feel so sorry for you. To fear the touch of man and to know nothing of desire, how awful that must be for you?

Giovanni slides the undergarment down, letting it slips to the floor. His shaft dangles between his legs, it state of semi arousal, giving an indication of what substantial proportions it would have when fully aroused. If only the girl knew what things he’d done in the past to stand before her like he did today. Someday if she performed as he hoped she would know what path he walked, and hopefully join him.

Stay where you are, and let me begin to show you what you have been missing.

Stepping closer, he reaches out and gently touches her face. Then steps around, letting his hands dragging over her naked back, his nails scraping against her skin. The course hands touching her unmarred flesh, as they shared their first real contact.
 
Leila watched as he slid the undergarment to the floor. She seemed to blush lightly, seeing a mans penis for the first time. She looked up at him when he told her to stay where she was. She nodded as he stepped forward and touched her face, before he stepped around behind her as his hands dragged over her skin. She closed her eyes slowly, enjoying the feeling.

She opened her eyes slowly and remained still...wondering what he would do next.
 
The touch can be soft, tender, and caring.

His hand pushes aside her hair to reveal the back of her neck. Standing behind her he leans in lightly kissing her neck, his lips and tongue slowly trailing along the soft sensitive skin. His hot breath wafting over the small tiny hairs as he continues the trailing kisses. The rest of his body occasionally coming in contact as he tenderly applies attention to her. Then as slowly as he started he stops, and stands up, pulling his body away from hers.

Or the touch can be hard, abrupt, and rough.

He draws back his arm and slaps her across the ass with the flat of his hand. Just before she can understand of even move he does it again, leaving a red print where once his rough hand had been. Then just as abruptly he stops.

Two very different touches, but yet they can elicit the same effect.

Giovanni slaps her again in the ass, but this time he doesn’t withdraw his hand, but instead kneads the area, he so recently smacked. Enjoying the feeling of her firm cheek beneath his fingers.
 
Leila felt his hands push her hair to the side and his lips kiss her skin. She closed her eyes again slowly, his lips sent tingles of pleasure through her body. His hot breath on the back of her neck made her hairs stand up. She felt his hot body pressing against her back a few times before he pulled away. She jumped a little at the first smack to her rear. She had not expected it in the least. She felt a sting of pain and he did it three times, on the third, he groped it, kneeing it with her hands. Now that did feel good. She blushed lightly, feeling a little embarrassed. She felt like a small child next to him.
 
Giovanni was pleased she didn’t flee or scream in terror; in fact she seemed to be quietly contemplating the results. So he continues to bring the feelings together, his one hand holding her hair aside, as his lips and tongue suckle and taste her neck, while the other hand slaps her ass followed by a kneading massage. As his head slides higher and higher on her neck, the slaps to her ass do the opposite, and go lower and lower. When he’s massaging, his finger dip into the cleft of her firm ass, exploring just a small bit.

His hand continues to hold back her hair as he makes his way from her neck to her ear. Giovanni’s lips nibble little at the delicate lobe. This is of course offset by his other hand that smacks her his the ass with a solid blow, but the fingers just brush against her sex, and up the crack of her ass. Giovanni didn't say a thing, wanting to see what the girl unsolicited responses might be.
 
Leila blushed when she felt his lips suckling her neck and his hand slapping her ass. She closed her as he continued. It did feel good. She felt his hand traveling lower and lower, his hands moving around her ass and exploring.

She blushed lightly and let out a soft moan when he nibbled on her ear lob. She was find the smacks to her ass slightly erotic. She felt his fingers brushed against her untouched nether regions and she blushed lightly. His hands and lips felt good. She moaned again when she felt his fingers moving around and exploring. She opened her eyes slowly and blushed.
 
Giovanni heard the slight moan as he nibbled on her ear lobe. As his tongue begins to explore the ridges of her ear, his lips also softly play across the same area, while the touch of his warm breath joins them in symphony of sensation. Emboldened by her responses, his hand and fingers again slaps her ass, but now with more daring they travel through the valley between her two ass cheeks, and play over the soft petals nestled below.

Giovanni wanted her to feel the pain and pleasure, as see that they were connected. She was too young and naïve to realize what this would mean now and in the future. All he wanted to do was begin bringing out that thought. Oh there were a few, that took to it naturally, and others that needed to be groomed. Time would tell which this beautiful belonged to. Each time his hand smacks her ass, he plays with her, one time it’s the soft pink petals of her heat, and the next the tiny sensitive ring of muscles of her little dark rosebud.
 
Leila felt his mouth and tongue on her ear. She enjoyed the sensations thoroughly. She arched her head back and felt his slaps on her hands. With each one he moved closer to her womanhood. His hands would brush over the outer lips and at times move inside to touch a highly sensitive nub that she never knew even existed.

She moaned again softly, loving the new sensations she was feeling right at this moment.
 
Giovanni admired the way the girl’s body unconsciously sought his attention. The arching of her back exposes more of the treasures buried between her legs, making them just a little more accessible. Though she may not have felt the desire or need on a man’s touch till now, her body seemed to say something quite different. Giovanni wanted to ignite her desires, and bring them out.

The slaps of his hand to her ass were bold and direct, but so to now where the intent of his fingers. One swing he would gently rub her little asshole, massaging the tight ring of muscles, and one the next his fingers would slide through the layers of her soft petals, and rub the little nub of flesh buried beneath. The slaps still came, but the time between lengthened as he paid more and more attention after each slap. Not to be outdone, his lips and tongue caress her ear for a moment or two longer, become his free hand reaches up and turns her head. Looking into her eyes, he wants to watch her reactions as his other hand continues to administer pain and pleasure. Now their lips are almost touching, barely an inch apart as he observes her reactions.
 
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