Erotic Encounters

[sagredo]

Sam's beloved wife had died of cancer a year ago. Counting the last year of her illness he had been without female companionship for two years. He was now 60 and the time had come for him to renew his sex life--while he still had the possibility of one.

But he could not do so in the ordinary way. He did not want another wife. He did not want prostitutes. And he did not want affairs with with women he knew socially since these usually required time consuming involvements and commitments he was uninterested in giving. In addition, he was a man of prominence in his profession who did not want his personal life known and gossiped about if only because it could affect him professionally.

Sam was interested in women who were in many was his counterparts and equals. Successful, intelligent women who had made their own way. Women who, in fact, were very much in the same position as he when it came to satisfying their sexual needs. Such women would be from outside his personal and professional community and they would be interested in and available for one or more casual encounters--no strings attached.

The natural way to set this up nowadays is via the internet--personal 'friend-finder' services, and this is what Sam did. He proposed encounters-- for one evening or for a weekend-- at a luxurious motel convenient to both parties but far enough away from their home bases. He proposed to rent the room, obtain any necessary room service, and await the lady in the room at the agreed on time.

Of course, no such meeting could take place unless each participant knew something about what to expect. They each had to be reasonably certain that the other was a reasonable, responsible person . They would need minimal assurances that they would be physically and psychologically acceptable to each other. Important sexual inclinations would need to be at least hinted at.

Sam was reasonably well-built and expected a mature woman who had kept herself in reasonable shape. He explained that although he was inclined to a degree of sexual dominance he did not want a woman who was into BDSM or even an already a confirmed submissive. His kick was in gently introducing a normal woman to submissiveness, in talking her through the process, hearing her reactions and thoughts. This required an articulate, psychologically honest woman with a high sense of personal worth but one who was also curious and somehow felt erotically intrigued by submissive ideas.

Amazingly, after a number of trial correspondences, Sam found someone willing to meet him. As our scene begins she stands outside the door to the room, ready to knock, and mulling over the adventure she is about to begin.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen Davies stood outside the hotel door and hesitated. She wondered if she were out of her mind for doing this, it was risky, that was certain. Her blonde wavy hair moved around her shoulders, when she shook her head and closed her eyes, searching deep inside. No, she wanted to do this, where it might lead she wasn't certain. The man she had met online seemed reasonable. She just didn't believe things would turn out badly.

One kiss, she told herself, moistening her lips with her tongue. One kiss and I'll know. If we have any physical chemistry or not, she had reason to believe that they would, but one never knew.

She straightened her navy business skirt, checked the seams on her stockings. The La Perla widow maker underneath felt wonderful on her body. If he saw it, she was confident, it showed off her form to it's best. She was slender, even after all these years. Not so skinny that people followed her around with food now. Still, she had a long slender torso, swan like neck, also very long legs, and arms.

From everything she knew about this man, he was successful like her and just wanted a little no strings companionship. She was tired of the dreary fix up's her family and colleagues tried to arrange for her. They just couldn't understand she didn't want a permanent relationship. She only wanted small discrete times with no strings. She was intrigued by what he had written about domination and submissiveness.

Gwen really wasn't sure what he meant by all of that but something about his words had peaked her interest. So much so, that she was drawn here today. She was nearly always in charge. There was a certain satisfaction in that and security as well but part of her wanted to feel, what was the word, cherished, no that wasn't quite right. She wanted to feel Less like the some what famous business woman and talent most knew her as. She wanted to feel more like, the little girl that was her core, that no one ever saw anymore.

Okay, enough of this, knock on the bloody door already! She told herself. She took the plunge and knocked. Her heart beat sped up and her green eyes looked huge. Fear and excitement made her pupils contract. She put a tentative smile on her face and waited, heart thumping.

 

[sagredo]

When Sam opened the door and saw the lady standing there, he immediately gave her a warm and sincere smile. She seemed to be just about what he was hoping for and what she had presented herself to be in their emails.

Without a word, he took her hand and drew her into the room, turned to close the door, and then faced her. His other arm went to the small of her back and he gently drew her towards him. She yielded gracefully after some hesitation, and he gave her a gentle kiss--just warm enough to taste her lips and smell her perfume.

Pointing to a table that he had had room service set up, he said: "I have gotten us some snacks...enough for a light supper. Let's sit a while and talk some more about ourselves and our little adventure. This preliminary short talk will be very important because it will determine your attitude to what I will be saying and doing, and vice versa. And attitude is important--in a way, you will see that it is almost everything!"

After Gwen and he got seated and began munching and exchanging small talk, Sam continued: "Let me sermonize just a bit more and then get your reactions. We both know the range of pornography on the internet. There are a few male and female body parts, a few ways they can be connected, and a few positions men and women can assume. Adding up all the possible combinations, there are really not that many different pictures. I think I have seen most combinations. They no longer do much for me erotically. Porno stories are the same: the same lines continually reappear."

"If eroticism was created only by these combinations, then lots of us would no longer feel erotic--which is not the case. (People would still have glands, sex urges, and sex, but that special kick we keep seeking over and above simple sex--that erotic kick, would disappear.) Eroticism is created by the relationship between people. If I see a girl on a stage exposing her privates, it means one thing; but if I see you doing it here--you who I have grown to know, who I have had to teach/train to do this for me, at my request/command, who wishes to do this to please me, who feels somehow liberated (perhaps embarrassed but not humiliated) as a sexual woman by that feeling, and so on, that is another thing--that is erotic. So its our attitudes towards what we are doing that will mean everything"

"Well, I have talked enough for now. Why don't you say or ask what you want. Or if you would just like to get started, without delay!! (or scram out of here without delay) we can do that."

 

[FurryFury]

The door opens. Her throat catches in her throat and she forgets to breathe for a moment. She looks into his eyes first. In there, Gwen sees warmth and intelligence. She smiles more truly now, her eyes drifting down to his lips, his neck, sweeping his body. Yes, he was just as he had told her, she takes a deep breath. Okay. Good. She thinks starting to feel a little more comfortable.

He says nothing at first just reaches out, taking her hand drawing her into the room and closing the door behind them. She likes the way his hand feels in hers, the quiet control he takes of the potentially awkward situation. She might have stood in the hallway for a long time otherwise, frozen and wondering, indeed she already had, even before she knocked.

She feels his other arm on the small of her back, like a gentleman escorting his lady through a ballroom, her mind whispers. He begins to draw her toward him and she hesitates but yields to him. He kisses her gently and warms her lips. Oh yes! Her mind says, Like that, just like that! She feels her body warm and stir, as it hasn’t truly done in a long while. She smiles thinking, and all this without a single word spoken out loud between us too. She looks at the table he points to and hears his voice for the first time.

"I have gotten us some snacks...enough for a light supper. Let's sit a while and talk some more about ourselves and our little adventure. This preliminary short talk will be very important because it will determine your attitude to what I will be saying and doing, and vice versa. And attitude is important--in a way, you will see that it is almost everything!"

She likes it very much. His tone, his diction and easy manner are all pleasing to her not only on the surface but somehow she likes them on a deeper, inner level too. She looks at the food he had called snacks. It is a wonderful spread and quite a variety of things artfully arranged. Her worries about him are evaporating little by little. She sits gracefully just exactly where he indicates. Now it is time for her to worry about something else. Her attitude and what he wants from her.

She doesn’t want to disappoint him anymore…no… the fact is she feels a deep need to not disappoint him. That is even greater now than how she has not wanted to be disappointed herself. She can hardly believe it but it is more important to her now to please him than she could have previously imagined it would be. How very odd. Usually she merely pleases herself and her clients of course.

She sits rather on tender hooks now, knowing that despite his seemingly easygoing manner, he was critically evaluating her and could decide she wasn’t up to snuff, at any time and dismiss her. It was a new and curious feeling.

Yet as they indulged in little nibbles, drinks and small talk, she begins to relax again and forget that. Most small talk was insufferably boring in her circles. She was good at it of course, one had to be. With Sam though, it isn’t a chore. It is just simply fascinating and yes, even fun to hold discourse. She finds herself quite enjoying their time together.

He seems to suddenly need to make a sort of declaration and she listens intently. His meaning was not crystal clear to her. The things he talks about teaching her, training her along with pornography and strippers exposing themselves. The mention of her exposing herself to him seems to almost obscure issues further for her. She gets some of it; the part about eroticism for instance, resonates with her strongly. She is still not fully understanding what he has in mind and she blushes to think of herself exposed for him but she smiles too for she is terribly drawn to him and his words. She is intrigued and wants to know more. Choosing her words carefully, she picks through what she considers are the potential landmines here and hopefully, toward him.

“Sam, I am not certain of what all this means. I don’t know how I will, therefore, feel about it, ultimately. I will say I am intrigued and willing to try, if you are. No I don’t want to scram out of here. If we could just get started but perhaps go slow? I came here for this new thing with you. I don’t often fail to accomplish my goals. It seems to me that this is the sort of thing you can’t truly “know” unless you live it. No amount of pictures or words could ever capture a thing as fragile as eroticism and two people’s interactions such as you speak of. At least that’s what I think.” She shrugs her elegant shoulders in the navy business jacket and waits hoping she has said something that pleases him, but in any case it is just how she sees things and if he didn’t like it, she would be sad and she guesses they will part.

Her green eyes flick up and catch on his. Again she forgets to breathe for a moment. Wondering with both apprehension and excitement what he will say or do next.

 

[sagredo]

"Well, you're right. We just have to do things and then explain later if and when necessary. So why don't you now justget up and please me by lifting your skirts and exposing yourself to me. I wll want to have you expose yourself in this and other ways at my asking. Just walk around a bit so I can watch your ass move and then come over here to me and turn around, spread your legs and lean forward a bit so I can 'inspect' your ass."

I will not be seeing anything that I cannot see any day on the beach except for the fact that you are doing it at my request while in a business suit. Our attitude towards what you are doing should make some difference. Why?"

"And tell me, while you are standing there whether this embarrasses you at all, whether you enjoy it, whether you want to do it not to disappoint me. Tell me how you feel about it in general"

"The deal is that I want you to do this more or less instantly at my request in all situations. On minute you may be sitting there like a perfect lady, legs crossed, knees together, talking as equals--the next minute you are bending over lifting your skirts and presenting yourself to me. To very contrasting roles."

"Are you humiliated, nonchalant, turned on,....?"

"You are to talk to me, telling me how you feel, and desire."

 

[FurryFury]

“Expose myself to you right now?” She asks, her voice sounding a little shaky. She stands up clearly uncertain about this and blinking a bit.

She wonders what she has gotten herself into. Uncomfortable is far too mild word for what she feels, oh yes, she is all kinds of uncomfortable now. Gwen is in her business togs too, the ones in which, she struggles at times, to always maintain a winning and contract closing demeanor, but seldom a sexy one. She thinks of the Le Perla undergarment. That, at least, is right for such things and she is glad she is wearing it. The hotel suite is okay as well yet this somehow feels like the wrong venue to her. There is something difficult about her just doing this simple thing for him. It breaks some code she has picked up in society and had ingrained in her, she realizes. She feels her nipples tighten though and has to acknowledge that something about this gets to her too. So she is uncomfortable in that physical way as well. She doesn’t dare look down to see if her nipples can be seen through her clothes.

“Why should our attitudes make a difference? Because, it feels more illicit and is to please you, someone I have not long known, even though I feel close to you somehow? She theorizes. “My template for seemly behavior will be breached by doing this?” She says feeling for a moment like a pupil trying to impress a teacher.

“Just walk around a bit so I can watch your ass move and then come over here to me and turn around, spread your legs and lean forward a bit so I can 'inspect' your ass."

Her vagina contracts and heat explodes unexpectedly at his words. Inspect her ass? Spread her legs? Lean forward. Watch her ass move. Oh this was going to be a challenge. She feels tingling in her cleft. She would like to sit back down, go back to just talking but she is already standing up and she doesn’t want to disappoint, and yes, she is turned on, surprising herself. She is in fact throbbing now.

She walks as naturally as she can away from him and then does the sort of turn she has seen on the runways. Face burning she walks back to him. Turning in front of him she stands there and goes over his words in her mind whist aflame inside her sex.

"…spread your legs and lean forward a bit so I can 'inspect' your ass.”

She rather nervously remembers to spread her legs. Gwen leans forward just a little. Her breathing getting a bit shallow and quick, she slowly pulls her skirt up. As if she might change her mind and yank it back down, perhaps run from the room at any minute. She gets the skirt just high enough to graze the end of her buttocks. Lets out a breath and tries to steady her mind, her body. What were the rest of his instructions? She thinks back. Finds it rather hard to concentrate and form coherent thoughts in this strange situation.

"...And tell me, while you are standing there whether this embarrasses you at all, whether you enjoy it, whether you want to do it not to disappoint me. Tell me how you feel about it in general"

"The deal is that I want you to do this more or less instantly at my request in all situations. One minute you may be sitting there like a perfect lady, legs crossed, knees together, talking as equals--the next minute you are bending over lifting your skirts and presenting yourself to me. Two very contrasting roles."

"Are you humiliated, nonchalant, turned on,....?"

"You are to talk to me, telling me how you feel, and desire."

“Yes, I am embarrassed. It’s quite shocking for me, Gwen Davies, to be here doing this, to be honest. I may be enjoying it a little though, because I’m feeling heated from your words and requests. Not disappointing you and myself is a big part of this for me, yes. It feels wrong. It feels hot. Her face flames again, even redder this time and she is glad to be facing away from him so he doesn’t see what she feels. I do feel somewhat humiliated, not nonchalant, no far from it, and shamefully, yes I am turned on as your inspection may be able to discern." She says, trying to maintain her voice level feeling a drop of moisture release from her and slide down the inside of her thigh.

How long shall I stand here in this position? She wonders. What will his inspection consist of? Will he find my body or words not to his liking? She waits his touch, words and inspection wondering if she will pass or fail.

 

[sagredo]

He bent forward, took her about the waist and drew her down to sit on his lap. Then he stroked her hair and kissed her with more warmth than before, because there was now the beginnings of a bond between them.

"I know these simple few moves excited you in many ways and I want you to calm down a bit before we continue. Isn't it remarkable that we both find this erotic? It is so trivial compared to a passionate, sweaty sex scene with, say, you receiving penises in all three orifices. Yet the first is sexy in its own way, in a way the other is not. They are not really comparable."

"You have done these few things for me, because you want to please me, and I thank you for it. Every transaction of this sort we have between us, ties us together. You give me something--but I also must be giving you something. I know what I get but am not sure about what you get. Do you even know? Why do you want so much to please me--someone you hardly know?"

"Of course you trimmed a bit. You couldn't make yourself do what I wanted in a complete sense. You forgot to hoist your skirt first, before walking. You hoisted only a minimal amount, and so on. You will learn to follow orders more completely--you will learn to want to. Put perhaps you wanted to be punished for not completely obeying me? Perhaps you want to be spanked a bit?"

"Now I want you to stand in front of me, and when I tell you, hoist your skirts up high. High above your panties. And do it with a happy submissiveness. Then, pull down your panties for me--to your knees. Let us see how that goes. How you feel about doing these things for me. Let us see if you need or want to be spanked to improve your performance."

"Can you yell me why a grown woman wishes to do these things for a man? Why do you feel this a humiliation when to be fucked by three men all at the same time--in your vagina, your ass and your mouth, is not humiliating?"

 

[FurryFury]

She stood there, legs apart, skirt hiked, bent forward said her piece and waited. She didn’t know what she was waiting for. His touch perhaps that was it, or his voice. Maybe she was waiting for her sense to catch up with her and send her running pell-mell back to her own little tightly controlled world.

She felt him bend forward and tensed but he only takes her by the waist and pulls her into his lap. She brings her legs and feet up like a little girl while he strokes her hair and kisses her. Yes! Oh yes! Her mind rings out, like that!

She liked the first kiss well enough to stay. This kiss is even better. Her arms go about his neck and she leans against him soothed. Okay she has done what he asked of her. The hard part is over and now, what? She wonders.

"I know these simple few moves excited you in many ways and I want you to calm down a bit before we continue. Isn't it remarkable that we both find this erotic? It is so trivial compared to a passionate, sweaty sex scene with, say, you receiving penises in all three orifices. Yet the first is sexy in its own way, in a way the other is not. They are not really comparable." Sam tells her.

She nods still happy and soothed in his lap.

"You have done these few things for me, because you want to please me, and I thank you for it. Every transaction of this sort we have between us, ties us together. You give me something--but I also must be giving you something. I know what I get but am not sure about what you get. Do you even know? Why do you want so much to please me--someone you hardly know?” He asks her.

She loves the sound of ties between them and finds herself surprised that she craves that idea. She smiles that he is happy with her and thanking her. She has given him something that he apparently treasures. Oh but now more questions. Which are harder for her she wonders, the acts he just asked of her or finding the answers to his questions inside herself? They are both terribly hard for her.

She looks up into his eyes.

“Honestly, I don’t quite know. It makes me happy to make you happy. I don’t know you well in some ways but Sam, I do know you in other ways. I feel like you are vital to, I don’t know how to say it…unlocking something…inside me. My life, it’s, well you know this, already, I control it. I make the decisions. All of the decisions and sometimes that’s a wonderful thing. Sometimes though, I don’t want to and there is no one else, so I have to or it will all come crumbling down without me. Thousands of people rely on what I do, what papers I sign, what decisions I make and sometimes it’s too much. I don’t often even feel, like a woman, much less sexy. I’m bored and dried up. Something about this is waking me up, making me wet again. I guess it touches on a need, that I didn’t know I had or if I did, I didn’t know what to do about?” She trails off thinking.

"Of course you trimmed a bit. You couldn't make yourself do what I wanted in a complete sense. You forgot to hoist your skirt first, before walking. You hoisted only a minimal amount, and so on. You will learn to follow orders more completely--you will learn to want to. Put perhaps you wanted to be punished for not completely obeying me? Perhaps you want to be spanked a bit?" Sam says.

Gwen gets stiff suddenly. Oh she hadn’t done well after all. Well that is most upsetting. He meant for her to raise her skirt before walking? Oh, she hadn’t realized that. Mere communication error on her part she guesses. He was absolutely right, she didn’t hoist her skirt much, she just couldn’t but now, she will need to if she wants to continue. Does she? Yes. Whispers her mind. Yes! Yells her body. Yes, her spirit chants. Oh dear, she does. She wants to continue and she has already erred both by her lack of comprehension and deliberately. She feels a shift, a slight breaking inside. She doesn’t like letting him down at all. Then he talks of punishment. Spanking. Her mouth goes dry and she squirms her groin burning. Certainly not, she doesn’t care for that sort of thing at all oh my, she recognizes the signs of arousal in her own body belying her conscious thoughts. Bloody hell, she just might want that too? Oh no.

Sam continues speaking. "Now I want you to stand in front of me, and when I tell you, hoist your skirts up high. High above your panties. And do it with a happy submissiveness. Then, pull down your panties for me--to your knees. Let us see how that goes. How you feel about doing these things for me. Let us see if you need or want to be spanked to improve your performance."

Oh Holy Mother of God. Could she do this? She jumps up, mostly to get off his lap that with his words became somehow less comforting. Her own failure propelling her along with shame at how his words ignite her flames again. She can’t let him know that she is so excited about something like spankings. There is no telling where that can lead. No place good she imagines.

She faces away from him. Waiting for him to tell her to hoist her skirts wondering if she can do all that he asks of her.

“I will try.” She says waiting. “To do what you wish and not fail you again.” Her voice is not steady, she hates that.

Instead of telling her to pull up her skirt he says, "Can you yell me why a grown woman wishes to do these things for a man? Why do you feel this a humiliation when to be fucked by three men all at the same time--in your vagina, your ass and your mouth, is not humiliating?"

“Sam, I, can only tell you that sometimes human beings are impelled by deep inner need to do things they didn’t know they needed to. I don’t understand this about being um, done by three men thing. I would say that would indeed be humiliating. I’m not sure why you bring that up though. If I may ask, what do you get out of it? You said you knew. Perhaps if I knew what you get out of it, I’d better understand myself?” She asks.

Still standing in front of him somewhat awkwardly imagining him staring at her ass. Waiting to be given the word to do things she is not sure she can do. Her breathing again quickens and her low fires burn. Her feelings continue to surprise her.

 

[sagredo]

At this point, Sam finally realizes how hard a task he has set both he and Gwen. First of all, the poor woman is being confused by all his demands, her emotions are rollercoasting, she is getting wound up--and she wants so much for this to succeed.

Sam wants to achieve a lot and is trying too much too soon. It would be relatively easy to play the straight' master' role. Command this, and that and punish mistakes. A minimum of confusion. Provided she wants deparately enough to have a master she will take it all and learn to be the complete submissive. This probably all she wants, in any case.

But Sam is seeking more. Men get a kick out of mastery of exceptional women--women out of having (possessing!) masterful men. It is clear to him that this fulfills a deep need built into us by evolution. For one thing, it improves the breeding stock for both partners, and for another, the woman sees it as a safeguard for herself and her children.

So Sam wants to master this intelligent women and this includes her intelligence. He wants her to be a knowing, participation, contributing, inventive partner in he own submission which she can become if she understands the bigger picture. Sam erotically enjoys her humiliations and she enjoys them also -not because she feels she 'deserves' to he humiliated (no one does)-but because she begins to understands its role in her emotional growth and goals.

But for now he must shake her out of her confusion and clear the air.
"Gwen, I think we have gotten ourselves in a tangle and I want to go to a clean slate. This is no fault of yours. It is my fault. I have so far not developed the right technique."

"We are also both sexually aroused. We need to discharge the psychosexual tension and confusion (as they say, to clear the sinuses). So lets Fuck. That, I'll bet will not confuse you with humiliation."

Gwen does no know what to say with this surprising turnaround and Sam quickly take it as her assent. Sam quickly picks her up, lays her on the floor on her back, pulls her panties down to her ankles and hooks her legs over his shoulders and neck. For him, a very sexy position for a woman in a business suit!

Pulling out his stiff piston, and realizing that her cylinder is already well oiled, he rams into her until she comes. To help it along he pasues every so often, raises up her ass and gives her a hard smack-hard enough to draw tears of surprise. He tells her to look straight into his eyes as she is being fucked--it serves as an implicit admission and acceptance

Sam advises her to think abut this as follows:
" I am being fucked hard, and gladly accept it. It is part of my privileged role as a sexually submissive woman. Even if I do nt enjoy it, I enjoy being able to render this service, to serve this role. I also accept oit aas part of my role and training in submissiveness"

 

[FurryFury]

"We are also both sexually aroused. We need to discharge the psychosexual tension and confusion (as they say, to clear the sinuses). So lets Fuck. That, I'll bet will not confuse you with humiliation."

Gwen does no know what to say with this surprising turnaround and Sam quickly takes it as her assent. Sam quickly picks her up, lays her on the floor on her back, pulls her panties down to her ankles and hooks her legs over his shoulders and neck. For him, a very sexy position for a woman in a business suit!

She is stunned at this turn in things. It sounds rather reasonable and clinical. Yet being laid on a floor, having her panties pulled down and legs arranged, well it’s not like she didn’t expect to have sex at some point, no that was likely if they got on still she burns with some humiliation that this is happening so quickly, that he calls it fucking at all.

The way he had written to her, Gwen had imagined that any sex they would be a slow build up after much of his training.

Now he was not only fucking her hard with little preamble but spanking her too. Further she had to look into his eyes and admit her acceptance. Each time he does spank her she is shamed to find her body reacts rather ecstatically and spastically. Gwen is stunned further when she begins to cry from the shock, pain, humiliation and the unexpected pleasure of it. She never has made love with her eyes open before. Never thought of it the way Sam told her too. She did not expect to be able to come that way. Yet she feels a magnificent build up inside her.

She hears his words to her. "I am being fucked hard, and gladly accept it. It is part of my privileged role as a sexually submissive woman. Even if I don’t enjoy it, I enjoy being able to render this service, to serve this role. I also accept it as part of my role and training in submissiveness” Her heat ratchets up to an unbearable level.

He is wrong about her. He may think her some sort of whore. Maybe he has heard those nasty rumors about her. She isn’t a whore.

He is right about her too though. Try as she might to deny it to herself, it sinks into her consciousness that her body is betraying her. It loves this; some dark part of her soul loves it too. She cries out in release face flaming and tears flowing. She feels good as well though, so good.

Gwen has never felt like his before. She doesn’t know what to make of it and doesn’t try. Not at first. For she can’t think things through right then. She falls back against the floor and closes her eyes breathing heavily, mind at rest.

 

[sagredo]

Later, Gwen and Sam stroll arm in arm in the cool night air.

"Gwen, you have been through a lot. I have subjected you to a lot and you need time to think about what has happened and where you want to go with this. I want to give you something specific to think about also.

"In these dom/sub scenarios we often hear the terms master/slave, or the woman humiliated by being called 'bitch' and 'whore', not to speak of the physical sadism and masochism that is practiced. This is not something I am interested in, and not somewhere I want you to go. This I think you already know.

"But these words are those which govern communication nowadays in these matters and so you cannot escape them. You worry that I may think you a whore or that you become a slave. You worry about humiliation and your self-respect as a woman especially when women are achieving more and more independence and self expression.

"Our society does not have the right words readily available with which you (and I ) can think about what we are trying to achieve. The best word I can think of--not perfect but the best we can do--is courtesan. Men like myself don't really want a whore in bed, as the sating goes, but they do want a courtesan in bed. And women dont want to think of themselves or behave as whores--but courtesan is a acceptable and even desirable. That is what I think you want also.

"Courtesans have, historically been very accomplished and delightful ladies. They make men feel wonderful and have a great time doing so with great skill. If a man wants them to do something naughty, they not only do it, but with zest, often pretending excessive embarrassment to spice things up even more, often with added suggestions for spice, never with self doubts, always with a sense of erotic fun.

"This is but one example. More would result in my writing a sermon. But I think you can get the general Idea. I think you should think these over. You need to, and need to take a rest. And you probably need to go back to your work!?

"I hope you want to go on. I am already very attached to you and enjoy your company. I hope you call me to set up a next rendevous so that we can proceed together to scale erotic heights. If so, email me as soon as possible, and we will proceed to the next stage.

Sagredo

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen listens carefully to Sam's words but she is rather stunned by all this. Her small bag in her hand, she wonders what happened she had thought to spend the night or a weekend perhaps but now, it's just an hour or two gone and she is not sure what happened. She looks at her watch, it glitters in the bright moonlight. Yes, just a few hours. Something has gone wrong. She gets into her limo and blinks in confusion.

Oh the private plane she tries to work but it's slow going, her thoughts keep going back to Sam and the hotel. It's a muddle she just can't pick through, no matter how hard she tries.

She wonders why she must try, need to know, have to dissect it. Somehow she did something fatally wrong in just a very short amount of time. She isn't sure just what but she vows next time, if there is a next time she will do better. She is still surprised at how much She Gwen Davies should desire this thing. Now that she does, the sense of failure is even worse.

She cries silent and bitter tears that she allows none of the staff to see. The fixes herself again and falls asleep in the bed on board. Her sleep is dreamless and deep.

The next day she is back on her ancestral estate still a bit off but dealing as one always must. The day drags on interminably. She had not planned on being home so she has no engagements she must attend. There are some she could go to, perhaps should go to but thankfully non to which she is expected. She does some gardening. Walks the grounds. Thinks, meditating again on the things that transpired. She flicks on the computer and reads all the messages they had written back and forth but remains puzzled. Walking about she finds not relief. She moves to the drawing room and sits at the piano opening the dark stained ebon case she stroked the old ivory keys.

From memory she plays Bach's concerto number 11 in E minor. It takes a while, calms her emotions, makes her feel peaceful. Finally she feels ready to take her ease in her chambers. She takes a bath, hot,steamy and fragrant with jasmine continues to soothe her. Bit by bit she builds her walls back up. She is going to be the same she thinks just the same by work the next day. Part of her quells at that thought and she smoothers it ruthlessly. No further time for self pity or dark desires. She thinks. I tried. I failed. I must move on.

That night her sleep is a little restless. She is not able to remember the details of her dreams.

The next day is a whirlwind of meetings and meals. A thousand decisions are made and deals are signed in triplicate. She chafes and feels little satisfaction in them. Gwen ignores that, she won't feel this way. She just won't. She keeps everything under tight control even herself.

Her mind keeps going back to Sam and his words. She finally remembers the last of his words.

"I hope you want to go on. I am already very attached to you and enjoy your company. I hope you call me to set up a next rendezvous so that we can proceed together to scale erotic heights. If so, email me as soon as possible, and we will proceed to the next stage.

Her heart begins to feel a little something again. He may have sent her away but he wants to see her again. She begins to feel a little bit alive, some small hope and sparkle. Then she thinks about it some more. E-mail me as soon as possible. Bloody hell! It's already been two days. She sweeps over to the computer and calls up his files. Typing at 38 words a minute she begins a missive.


Dear Sam,

I am pleased that you would like to spend more time with me for I crave more time with you.

I can't help but feel I erred in some way, please advise me so I can improve.

I have been thinking about things a lot and though I can't say I have gain a huge surfeit of knowledge I do know this one thing, I have a need to see you again and learn more. I would be most happy to do so.

Would you like to come here or shall we meet elsewhere again? That is if you still wish to meet at all.

Yours,

Gwen


She pressed send her heart thumping madly then watched her in box of all of five minutes before calling herself a fool. Doing a search on Courtesans she begins reading through dozens of sites. Historical stories abound and she finds herself quite caught up in the words. Getting a sherry, she returns to her reading.

 

[sagredo]

A week later

A week later, Gwen and Sam are in the same room. They have agreed to try to make this into a weekend although Sam is not sure Gwen can hold out under the great pressure to make such radical changes in her ways for so long a period.

The situation as Sam now understood it was as follows:

Gwen is a highly sexed but sexually unhappy and unfulfilled woman seeking to break out of the mental patterns that have made her this way. She is confused but has little insight into herself in these matters. But she has shown great courage in coming alone to this stranger's room and has shown great determination in seeing this through. Why she trusts Sam so much, why she wants so much to please him, is something Sam does not know and she cannot explain. Perhaps it has little to do with Sam at all; perhaps any reasonably dominant and warm hearted man would probably have the same effect.

What does Gwen hope to get from this? First, of all some much needed sex which she has so far found to be quite erotic. Second, experience that will help lead her to insight and freedom--a freedom to enjoy sexual experiences which she is dimly aware she craves.

Sam, of course, wants his erotic kick also, but he also wants insight--into why these little erotic acts are erotic for him and for her--each for different reasons. He does know a few things. The eroticism is about power, and humiliation; and although it is ostensibly man's power over woman and her humiliation--he knows that this is only half the story. She exercises power by providing the means for him to exert power, and through this, ties him and his needs to her. And she can be humiliated only to the extent she lets herself feel so--a feeling she can overcome with insight and sophistication. (Women, after all, pretend to embarrassment all the time to captivate men.)

Sam also understands that he must use shock tactics. She is very romantic and will romanticize and cover up her inner feelings any time she is given half a chance. He must prevent that.He stands Gwen in front of him (she wears the same business suit).

"Stand there and look me in the eye. I am going to "feel you up" and you are to smile at my childish pleasure. Boys, andmen always want to get their hands under women's skirts; we all know that. And women like it too when for example, its done in secret, in the back of the car. Then, after a good feel, I am going to slip my fingers under your panties and start on your clit. Lets see how hot this gets you. Tell me what you like and what you dont. Talk about it. Tell me what else you might be imagining me doing. Talk dirty to both of us. Let your suppressed desires be expressed consciously. Do you want some ass stimulation? (after all, it is a highly eroticized part of the body). Say it out loud. Admit your secret desires to yourself and to me. And then we can go on from there."

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen stops and asks to speak a bit more before doing the task.

“Sam, I was thinking on the plane and in the limo. I’m afraid you have misunderstood what I am. I am not high sexed at all. I’m not virgin of course, as you know. I have only had three men in my life, one, I like to say, for each decade. She laughs a little. Actually they were all in the last two decades, but I like the way that sounds. In fact, I rarely have sex at all. I could. I have plenty of opportunity. At this time though, and for many years, I find, sex, just sex, it isn’t what I am looking for. It’s okay. It can be a lot of fun, but then again, so can my hand. Sex may make me feel for a few minutes, or a few hours, but it doesn’t pull me.

And Sam, lets face it, people are often tedious, you sleep with them, they think you should marry, love, own them or whatever. Why bother? When it’s not what you really seek? I am a sexual being in part, highly so, but I have been having dreams for a long time now. Dark dreams, dreams, of different sexual desires and they had me scared, for quite a bloody while too. I think that is why, some of the things you said to me, even before we met in person, made me almost fixated on finding out more and meeting you.

You look at me and you may see, as many apparently do, a sexy woman. I thank you for that. What you don’t know is how dead I usually feel inside. How stagnate. There are times I feel alive again, little precious moments. When I hear the roar of the ocean, feel the silk of a purring cat, hear the music of my soul or see a glorious sunset, I feel touched by something. I feel the same only stronger when I read your e-mail and strongest when I see you. I guess that is why I want to please you.

For this feeling of life, of boundary pushing, and of perhaps, one day, freedom, I would do much. You seem to be the key, the one who knows what to do. Thank you Sam.” She smiles warmly at him, the smile even touches her eyes.

She stands in front of him and lets him do what he wishes under her business skirt a smile on her face. His words come back to her, childish pleasure? Perhaps not, unlikely in fact, she thinks, Gwen tries to remember what that feels like, childish pleasure. She reaches back to one special Christmas when Papa insisted she be allowed to open a present each day in December. Little things mostly, lip gloss, trinkets, and card games but it was a magical rare moment in her childhood. On Christmas Eve he let her open the last four big presents. Her smile broadens. Now she almost achieve the childlike glee he has asked of her. She remembers adopting a balloon once and taking it with her everywhere. It was on a long blue string filled with helium and she pretended it was a pet, talking to all the servants about training it and how it could do tricks on the air currents around the estate.

There! She did it! Childlike pleasure on display, for Sam, Gwen feels confident she has done it. She smiles at him as he reaches up her skirt and slides his fingers inside her silk.

When he begins playing with her clit she has predictable reactions. More wetness, quickened breathing and her eyes achieve a glow of excitement. She fights her impulses to close her eyes, lie down and just let it come.

“Sam, I like do to be finger fucked. I like to have my clit played with that’s brilliant! Ass play, with a finger you mean? That is a nice little dirty feeling as well.”

He continues to play while Gwen tries to stay steady on her legs.

“I was thinking about my childhood for you. Now I’m thinking of the last time I was here. How things happened. What you did and said, how sad I was to leave. I am imagining you playing with me like I’m a child. Telling me when I’m good and when I’m bad, guiding me, punishing me, fucking me. All of those things in all sorts of ways, is that what you meant Sam?” She says.

Good lord, it’s hard to think with a man doing that, hard to keep your eyes open, your expression right, your legs steady and still say anything worth saying. She suddenly thinks.

“Oh dear God, He’s going to think I messed up again. I just bloody well feel it! Oh what is he thinking?”

 

[sagredo]

Sam can already see Gwen tensing, worried about how well she is doing. Can she go through 48 hours of this? What he is trying is so hard to accomplish, for both of them. Maybe he should just forget it, fuck her brains out, and, since she will probably enjoy it, simply treat her as a sex slave, and punish not merely with spankings (which he knows she wants in any case) but more sadistically. Such treatment forms, he knows, some part of her repressed dreams. She craves more stimulation, more of a feeling of life. The required stimulation can be had either by mentally stimulating that great but mysterious erotic organ known as the brain, or by direct physical stimulation of the external senses with whips, bondage, and rapes. Unfortunately, the latter is not his thing.

When things do not go just right, he doesn't want to scare her with disapproval. Poor girl, she is trying so hard. He feels he must constantly reassure her with loving and petting, soft words and praise. But he is also annoyed with himself that he is already fighting that insidious word 'Love'. He cannot love someone he hardly knows, someone so soon after he has buried his wife of so many years. That is a stupid, sappy, sexy, lonely old widower for you--an easy mark for any spirited, pretty and admiring female.

She smiled as instructed while he fingered her--but by thinking not about what was happening to her but about her childhood. She confused (purposefully? unknowingly?--how clever the brain is!) his 'childishishness' (said in part to help her overcome feelings of humiliation) with her childhood. In any case, she seemed to have no trouble standing there with his hands up her skirts and in her private parts--probably girls have that so many times it is not exciting. She got excited but only because of the physical stimulation itself. It was out of sight and out of mind (she has always closed her eyes during sex--which kills half the eroticism--don t see it, don't watch it, don't acknowledge it, you are fucked in a dream).

How does she 'talk dirty'? "Oh yes, Sam, how very clever of you. Yes, I''do believe I will have some of that", as if to a waiter offering a canape. Well, maybe she is used to that too. Maybe she has been fucked up the ass so many times it means nothing to her. Maybe there is no thrill of guilty pleasure, no feeling of humiliating violation coupled with the thrill of giving herself so completely to another, of letting a man possess her in every way and enjoying her submissiveness and his mastery of her, of her release of responsibility. Maybe just yet another fuck up the ass. A physical sensation but not an erotic one.

How much more erotic it was for both when she was asked to lift her skirts and lower her panties and present her rear. She could barely do it. She got wet just from the idea. She tightened up inside. And nothing was being done to here. Yet here, he has his hand up her vagina, and it happens with no mental trauma at all.

"Gwen, your knees are weak. Lean forward and rest on my body, and I want you to kiss me--a woman kissing me on the lips feels so much better than me kissing her. Women so much better a job--at least that is the impression from my side of things. And kiss me on my face and eyes also while I stick my finger up your ass (with some lubricant). And if it need more to make you climax, I will punish you with a spanking, to urge you on...maybe take you over my knees like a little girl (you like that picture don't you?), maybe I'll even put you in the corner with your skirts up."

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen concentrates on Sam’s voice. She shamefully nods at the part about liking the picture of her over his knees like a girl in pigtails. The very idea of her in a corner like an errant child but with her skirts up makes her face flame and her breathing quicken. He is her lifeline now. For feeling alive and perhaps a little bit free, he is. She leans forward. Her breasts are swaying a little bit with her leaning and hang there for a moment inside her suit, in his face. Then she begins to kiss him. How very strange it is, to have her clothes on, her eyes open, with Sam’s fingers and hands inside her flesh.

A rush washes through her. She kisses his lips, then sucks in his bottom lip and sucks on it for a while. Letting the lip slide out through her teeth, she moves her mouth, yet closer. Pressing her lips full against his again, she slides her tongue into his mouth and touches his tongue. Letting them dance together like two cobras to a flute.

Her tongue then goes exploring every nook and cranny in his mouth. She smiles and tastes him, her lips playing against his. She sucks at his tongue next, the warm electric softness making her moan. His finger moves a bit more and her ass moves counter to it. If he pulls toward her outer limits she moves back for more. She clearly wants his finger there, craves it. For Gwen his finger while a bit uncomfortable at first now feels wonderful in her little hole. The nerve endings in there fire and set all sorts of sensations inside her.

She feels a finger invade, wetly into her naughty hole, making it feel unbelievably wrong and full. She loves that feeling.

She begins then to kiss him ardently. All over his face, his eyes, his nose, his chin and forehead. Fast little kisses and long slows ones. “Oh Sam.” She says getting more excited by the second. Her lips begin to pulls and tug as she kisses, her teeth sometimes drag a little, the hands that she leans with tighten and she fights again to keep her eyes open while being attacked by sensation.

Fortunately, no matter how good this feels it’s not her clit he is touching. So she is able to control herself but wait, he wanted her to come from just this or, or, he’d, oh no! Oh dear but she only comes from clit stimulation. This could be bad. He could get mad! She thinks about what he said he would do to her if she didn’t come and clenches up. She is so messing up, he will dislike her now, and sod it all, why can’t she simply do what he asks why is that so hard?

 

[sagredo]

"Gwen, you are doing wonderfully. I hope you are enjoying yourself as much as I am. Instead of proceeding exactly as I had planned, I think it might be better to practice some old things, do some new ones, and get beyond some of introductory games.

"I know I will be leaving you and myself a bit hot and excited as I tell you what to do, but that is certainly not such a bad thing. Compose yourself and your clothes and sit there opposite me--very nice and ladylike--as if nothing had just happened. I will outline a little scenario to you and then I will ask you to play it out along the general lines indicated along with your own contributions--as it moves you. Remember, we are really playing a sort of psychological game here--half pretend, half-for real--we will not be sure ourselves at some points which is which.

"You are my lady/courtesan (the tension between the two generates part of the erotic content). We are sitting during the day, each doing our thing. A lecherous wave passes over me and with a smile I will ask you to come over to where I am seated and present me with some of your beautiful charms so that we can play. Your attitude towards me when you realize what is up should become like a someone who gives service and enjoys doing so. So you should smile in anticipation, with warmth, hopefully meaning it but even if not. Women are always actresses to some extent or another in the game of sex with men.

"You will come over and enquire my pleasure--offer tits, or ass, what position would I like to try, and so on, and then proceed with the proper play of shameful modesty and flirtatiousness we both know is half real and half pretend. My lover is pleased to play and be my courtesan in the love game.

"Now I know I have been ignoring your beautiful breasts so far--shame on me|!--but I will certainly get there and we should first go over old ground to put it somewhat into shape and solidify our lessons. I will ask you to present me with your beautiful ass for my enjoyment, ask you to lift your skirts, lower your panties, and put yourself in the right position. You will do so wholeheartedly albeit with shameful modesty you may or may not feel. You will enquire as to whether I am satisfied so far. Call me Sam, or Sir, however you prefer.

"You should know by now that I enjoy having properly dressed ladies do naughty things for me at command. I enjoy this contrast and the power play it represents. And I want, hope, that you enjoy it--the female sexual acts of submission--also--knowing especially how much I enjoy it, what a powerful effect it has on me--and for other, deeper reasons we may get into later.

"I will do some slapping and probing. You should not just stand there dumbly as if you were not there, or in a bad dream, or wished not to know what you were doing, or with your eyes closed, but, turning to me at times, with the appropriate eye contact and signals, and talking at all times, partake in our little play.

"I will also ask you to get down on your hand and knees with your ass up high in presentation==proudly, for I know you are proud of your ass. I will be inspired by the sight of my submissive lady, to spank it and then kiss away the pain. You will thank me, encourage me when it seems appropriate. You can suggest things also. I want not only your submission but your willing, enthusiastic participation.

"Lets see how it goes up to that point, show me what you have learned (attitude, attitude), and let us have more lecherous fun as we go on from there.

 

[FurryFury]

Standing there excited, worried and wet, she sees his lips move before her ears track the actual sound. Her lips curve upward. When she hears the first of his words.

"Gwen, you are doing wonderfully. I hope you are enjoying yourself as much as I am.”

She nods yes, though, she has no way of knowing how much he is or is not enjoying himself, she just knows she is having an exciting time in which she feels alive.

Listening further she nods again and closes her body, drops her skirt into place, then sits gracefully, waiting to hear more. She sits as he wishes, like a very proper lady. This is no act. Most of the time that is exactly what she, in fact, is.

Her eyes are intent on his face, watching his lips, the play of his throat as he talks. His eyes are magnificently powerful she looks into them and becomes fascinated. Almost she forgets to listen but jerks herself back to her task.

She colors and blushes when he talks of her breasts. Otherwise, she nods and shows with her eye contact that she is listening to him, believing that she understands him.

“I will be doing my own thing. Say going over product specs for my new line? That sort of thing?”

Her legs are crossed at the ankles as she sits head high, back straight and pretends to study business papers. She wonders on a normal day what he would be doing? Gwen waits his cue for more, feeling much like an excited girl wanting to have the boy she likes notice her, really notice her, but fearful that he will think she is a snog. Her hair falls partly in her face as she awaits his command.

She looks up, the blonde hair falls over one eye and notices he is looking at her, smiling at her in a certain way. Gwen, returns his smile with one of her own, happy to see he is having such thoughts.

His voice sounds slightly deeper than normal when he speaks to her. "Gwen, come stand before me lift your skirts show your Sir, the delights you have.

Keeping as calm as she can, she nonetheless feels a hot bolt tear through her, her face flames though she smiles and stands up. She walks with less grace than she is known for by the outside world. Purposefully putting a little extra sway because she is excited and can't help it. She wants to please him so. Wants him to stay interested. Take his pleasure in her and keep teaching her these hard little delicious lessons.

She lifts her skirts slowly whilst facing away and by the time they are up, she feels again a wetness in her La Perla silk. She feels his hands firm on her panties, tries to be still, throws him a smile over her shoulder and just burns from the excitement of this scene, again it gets to her.

His flesh glides warmth along her full, cheeks and she holds her breath wondering if he will penetrate her somehow, pull her panties down, spank her, or none of that. Remembering her instructions, she again looks at him and asks softly a question.

"Sam what is your pleasure? Are you satisfied so far? Would you like me to do something else for you Sir?"

He pulls down her panties then, not answering her question yet and blow air across her ass quite deliberately.

"Turn around, show me your Tit's." He says slapping her ass, which causes her to shake a few trickles to slide down her leg.

She turns around carefully, her panties already at her knees slide down to her ankles but she has not been asked to remove them so she doesn't. She tries to look at him but now she feels shy and naughty at the same time. She keeps a smile on her face and lifts, with great effort, her eye to his. Calming herself as best she can, she begins to unbutton her suit jacket removing it. Her fingers tremble along with her smile while she undoes the silky shirt she has on and opens it. She get a bit giddy and almost makes a tease out of it as she did with the skirt but at the last minute, she knows, if it doesn't come off soon, she is likely to have trouble taking it off at all so she pulls it off quickly then.

Now all that is on her body is her La Perla widow maker, skirt, which is still up partially over her ass, her panties around her ankles, shoes, and stockings on her long legs. She moves to take off the Widow maker, reaching behind herself to unhook the eyes, knowing that her shape will be a little less pleasing without it on, she colors again but she smiles for she believes Sam is enjoying this and she knows she is.

She takes it off and how her breasts and long torso are open to him. She smiles though her mouth is not steady, her breasts move with her shallow breaths.

"Like this Sir?" She asks.

He reaches nodding and pinches first one nipple then the other. Watching them change in color from light pink to a slightly darker hue. Watching them draw up and get excited.

"Would you like me to do something else for you Sir." Gwen inquires trying to keep her voice steady with a little smile, thinking he likes my breasts. It's is the first time she can remember him, seeing them.

"Hands and knees, present yourself." He says brusquely but his eyes burn into her, his voice is a little husky, she believes she is pleasing him at least a bit.

This is the hardest of the tasks so far. To kneel like a dog before him. To raise her ass and present her sex. It's beyond the pale. She feel a tremor inside her body and quells at the idea. Turning around carefully gives her just a tiny bit more time to get used to it. Her eyes close as warm drops, drip down her legs. She bends one knee and then the other. She spreads her legs a bit for support, her hands moving down and in front of her, breast hanging in this position, she barely remembers to raise her ass in the air. She holds that position though she wants to squirm and cover up, her mind burning with images in her minds eyes of what she must look like. Just as she is about to turn around and smile at him, she feels a smack and the concussion of it makes her buck a little in pure excitement.

Now she does look back a very bright smile and blows a kiss at her Sir.

 

[sagredo]

"Gwen, I think we are really moving now. Blowing me that kiss while beaming me that smile sets just the right tone. First just a minor adjustment. The hands and knees position is perfect for many things (and we will explore all of them in due course) but as a presentation position, elbows are even better. Support your front on your elbows and lower your forehead to the ground, and your ass will jut out even more."

After Gwen happily complies, Sam sits, admires at her display, and philosophizes (as he is so often wont to do) while the poor girl must hold still and listen. She is undoubtedly thinking of other things.

"There surely can be no picture more enticing to any normal man than that of a well formed lady in this position. Nature has made it so because it displays the sex organ (the exterior lips, the 'pudenda') in the perfect receiving position just below the round soft flesh that offer to pillow a man's efforts. The invitation is loud and clear; the lady shows she is ready, willing and able.

"You probably don't know it, but you paint your lips so that they subtly remind men of these other lips whose color and form stands out from the surrounding flesh. Women might get the idea some day to color their pudenda--it might be a bright red instead of brown or pinkish brown. The endless evolution of fashion might someday lead there. On the other hand, once a lady is in this position, as I said, a man cannot be enticed to a further degree. Painting the pudenda might be equivalent to 'gilding the lily' as it were. Now, the ass hole is another matter. I would bet that it will first become the fashion in prison and the spread (somewhat like fashions spread nowadays from the ghetto). Of course, some ladies would not like to suggest the ass hole as a penetration point and would decline to color it, who those who enjoy such alternate entries would color. What would you do, Gwen? "

Now that he has gently corrected her presentation position, and said his little piece, Sam tells her to resume the hands and knees position. He kneels at her side so that one hand can reach behind and the other can handle the breasts. While he begins to softly stroke both areas he continues his musings as follows:

"One of the things that I like especially about this position is how the breasts hang down. Even if the lady is older, and her breasts have lost some of their perkiness, they hang with a perfect shape and are perfectly positioned for play. In fact I think the older women have the advantage here.

After Sam gently fondles each of the breasts for a while, he starts pulling down on their nipples, as if he were milking them.

"You are my little heifer and I am your bull"

He rubs her clit gently and continuously as he 'milks' her. And, every so often, he nuzzles her with his lips--her ears, neck, and when she occasionally turns towards him, her lips, eyes,--everywhere on her face. Finally, when he thinks she is exceedingly eager to consummate this love-making, he stops and says:

"Gwen, we cannot finish things off just yet. There is one more act before the closing scene where, I promise, I will bring both of us to climax. (Or, if you jump the gun, you to a second climax). Please return to presentation position and prepare yourself for some instructive spanking--now, finally, some serious spanking. You should trust me enough by now to know that I will not seriously hurt you and that this is ultimately for the pleasure of both of us. If you want to understand why I am doing this (other than the fact that we both simply enjoy the spanking ritual for various reasons, each different, male and female), I will tell you--you know how I love to talk! But if you prefer not to hear me ramble on, we will just get one with it. How do your prefer it, my lady?"

 

[FurryFury]

In this most revealing position, she burns with shame and desire. The juxtaposition of conflicting emotions makes her very excited. Gwen feels thrilled at Sam's initial positive comments; she can feel her heart soar!

Then he talks about a minor adjustment and her heart plummets a little. Gwen listens carefully to his instructions. She quickly and happily tries to comply. If only she could truly please him.

After she gets in the position to his apparent satisfaction, she burns with shame imagining what it must look like to him. Yet she takes some pleasure in making him happy, and in being this thing for him. He begins to speak again she listens carefully, trying to divine as always the way his mind works and what will make him happy with her. As she holds this obscene position in her business suit, she feels more and more excited and she wonders. When will he touch her? Will he touch her? She feels a physical hunger for his touch.

"Sam I would not wish to suggest my tiny bum hole for a penetration point. Other than for a bit of a finger, I would not anyway. A bit of a finger is brilliant though.

I've never lipsticked anything but my lips. Seems like it would get a bit messy. I mean lipstick really stains things. I have never thought about doing that on my private areas at all. For you I would consider to do. For you I would do many things."

She moves back to her hands and knees for him and finally feels his touch on her skin. He fondles her breasts and ass. She jumps a little then smiles back at him. At last! She thinks.

He strokes soft and she wiggles a bit, liking it, wanting more. He speaks of breasts hanging down in this position and Gwen does not agree but holds her tongue. Her breasts in this position are something she truly dislikes, as they hang so ponderously. She doesn’t like feeling like a cow. As if he can tell what she is thinking, he begins to get rougher on her breasts, pulling at the nipples and almost acting like he is milking them.

Her sex contracts with his next words. "You are my little heifer and I am your bull"

She gets lost now for he begins to tease her body, triggering all her most powerful pleasure centers, until she is so very close to release. She is literally aching to be penetrated and filled by him.

Her nipples are as hard as gold nuggets. Her clit out of it’s hood, and swollen, pulsing with his strokes. The neck attention, sending goosebumps on her body and thrills throughout.

He stops. He stops! How can he do that? She is filled all right with disbelief. He tells her they must stop, cannot finish things off yet. He can’t be serious she thinks. I’m nearly there now.

She moves back to her elbows and knees eagerly for him.

“My lady? I like that! Funny with me like this though isn’t it? Sam, if you would please just take me, and then tell me the whys and wherefores afterwards, I think that would be best for me. Would that be okay?”

Just dying for him to take her. He begins to spank her. His hand smacking her right ass cheek and this makes her body move rather spastically like a marionette on invisible strings. He smacks the left. The blows get harder, and faster. There is no predictable pattern. Because Gwen is so far along in her excitement when this starts, it registers not so much as pain but more, as pleasure. Juices begin to drip from her now.

“Please Sam, take me now.” She begins to beg.

 

[sagredo]

Sam spanked away with vigor and enjoyment. Spanking a womans plump ass is pleasurefull not only to the touch and sight--the soft jiggling flesh--but also a method of expressing the male aggression which is part of sexual interaction, In fact, spanking is also a stand-in for fucking--a pleasantly varied form of aggression on the female body.

Of course, the female enjoys it for her own reasons and the problem here soon became that Gwen was enjoying it too much. Sam had wanted to spank until Gwen cried (put her just on the boundary of fear and pain) to help consolidate his dominance relation to her, but she had gotten too hot. Nothing could hurt her. She cried but only to be fucked.

Poor Sam finally gave up--that girl is too tough for me, he thought to himself--so with a sigh, he mounted her and started thrusting away, whereupon she nearly screamed with delight. The bull mounts his little hot heifer, he thought. They both climaxed very quickly and collapsed, Sam on top of his Gwen.

After a littole while, Sam got up and sat in an easy chair. Gwen gathered up her panties, bra, and so on, walked over to Sam, lay these trophies on his lap, and then, kneeled in front of his chair with her head on his lap, emitting a contented sigh.

After a time, Sam began to speak:
"I thought it would be a nice idea to change our surroundings tomorrow. It will be Sunday and your office will be deserted. Let's go there and do all the sexy things people think about doing in offices. There are the obvious ones like bending you over your desk and doing nasty things to you in your business suit. Of screwing you up against the wall with your skirt hiked up and panties down.

In fact, I want you to come up with some scenarios that are especially exciting to you, especially humilating to be done in your office, to be done to a proper business-lady. Ideas that are always lurking near the surface of the minds of people in those surroundings. Lets enact them! Come on now Gwen, I am commanding you: come up with some good ideas for us!"

 

[FurryFury]

He has spanked her until she begs him and then he fucks her silly. They both came explosively and she feels wonderful. She feels this was a good scene that made him happy. She has no idea he didn't like she got so excited from spanking or that she had erred in some way. She has no idea he wanted her to cry. If she had she would have been aghast for she almost never cries nor allows anyone to see her do so. Terrifying that.

Gwen sits with Sam, she on the floor still dripping her desire and his, her head in his lap, feeling more content then she has in a long time. She is so happy and feels certain he is too. She just is ready to sit there like a golden retriever at her masters lap and on the floor and be at peace. Such a rare thing that is in her life that she wishes to savor it.

Sam says to her a great deal ending with. "Come on now Gwen, I am commanding you: come up with some good ideas for us!" Sam says.

Her heart beat speeds up and she tries to stay calm. What can she possibly come up with that would be right. She knows so little about what he likes or what they are supposed to be doing. Gwen feels certain compared to what he knows about this type of thing, anything she came up with will be pedestrian at best. She immediately tenses up while trying to act relaxed still. Her mind whirling like mad.

"Yes, as you wish." she manages to say. Her ideas seem stupid and boring to her in comparison with the things they have done together. Those thoughts whirl about until she feels dizzy from them and decides to stop thinking about tomorrow's plans. She prays that maybe it will come if she doesn't concentrate on it. She casts her mind about for other things to talk about.

“You called me, my lady? Do you really consider me yours?" She asks him. "I'd like that very much." She says looking up into his eyes. Her green eyes are lovely and bright when she asks this as if her whole world hinges on his answer.

"So you want to tell the whys and wherefores now of that last scene? Perhaps that will help me think of the proper, improper things to do tomorrow at the local branch of my businesses?”

 

[sagredo]

Gwen asks him:
“You called me, my lady? Do you really consider me yours? I'd like that very much." She says looking up into his eyes. Her green eyes are lovely and bright when she asks this as if her whole world hinges on his answer.

He is momentarily taken aback by these sparkling eyes because he is reminded of his wife, and her green eyes, the eyes which were the first things he noticed about her when they chanced to take the same elevator so many years ago. But he just as quickly represses the memories that would otherwise flood back--and to no avail.

He reaches down and begins to stroke her hair for she has captured his heart with her devotion--her child-like eagerness to please him. It lifts his heart and, at the same, time, weighs it down with the responsibility her trust entails. How complex these matters are! He is using her, and she, him and yet both are doing it with respect for one another--and to top it off, a respect that intimately involves scenes of humiliation as well as sexual aggression!

"You really have two questions which you packaged into one. Do I consider you a Lady and do I take you as mine? When I called you lady before, when you assumed that position for me, you bitterly laughed at my using that word. You are making a common mistake--even, I would say, a sexually deadly mistake. The term Lady refers to a woman's public behavior, not to her sexual behavior with her husband. Don't you think great ladies have played with their husbands in the same way we have since time immemorial. The greatest Queens have presented ass provocatively to King--I know this because men love it, and Kings are men who get their way. And yet these Queens were no less queenly to the world or to their husbands.

"By the way you have born yourself I have not doubt that you are a Lady--i would not be interested in fucking you if you weren't! What is the victory (in the sense of male sexual aggression) in fucking a prostitute, any fool with money can do that. And who wants a slut? Even worse than a prostitute. A king needs a Queen, and a Gentleman, a lady.

"And do I take as my lady? With pleasure and pride!

Gwen had also asked him:
"So you want to tell the whys and wherefores now of that last scene? Perhaps that will help me think of the proper, improper things to do tomorrow at the local branch of my businesses?”

He answered as follows:
"Gwen, we both know that is simply to give you time to think of naughty things for us--I know you are little interested in my 'analyses of whys and wherefore'. "

And seeing that she was still very much aroused he said:
"Here, come and lay yourself on your stomach over my lap so that we can give each more pleasure, starting again with your lovely ass (by the way, next time, have some stockings and garters on for me, will you?)"

Gwen happily complied and put herself in position. Sam started slowly by first stroking her ass, made red by the spanking, and then lightly kissing it. She of course, widened the angle between her legs in response, and breathed a happy sigh at that. Sam lowered his head to catch her mingled female fragrances and his tongue kisses reached as far as her pussy lips, close to her little asshole, and also to areas in between. Then he inserted his finger up her has a slight ways with an in and out motion, while at the same reach, reaching for her breasts, he pulled on the nipples--all in a slow rhythm.

"Think about tomorrow while I do this. I won't go any further unless I hear something suitably imaginative and humliatingly erotic from you. You will kept in a state of suspended erotic heat until you produce!"

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen beams at Sam so very filled with his words and acceptance. That he stills sees her as a lady in spite of the things they have done amazes her. Though she understands his philosophy about being a lady, at least she thinks she does, it still surprises her. She can't help but feel most men would see her as something less. That he does not, makes her glow.

"And do I take you as my lady? With pleasure and pride!" He says.

She just loves that kissing him and smiling. Gwen acts like this is the biggest and best thing that has ever happened in her life.

His next words don't even dampen her spirits as they normally might.

"Gwen, we both know that is simply to give you time to think of naughty things for us--I know you are little interested in my 'analyses of whys and wherefore'."

"Sir I beg to differ I am here to learn from you so I am interested truly." She says looking up at him with those big bright eyes and biting her lip, a fait crease appearing between her brows.

Mentally she writes on her list of things to always wear stockings and garters for Master. She lies on his lap and in this very vulnerable position she feels her heat and excitement only increase.

She feels utterly happy on his lap, just a little embarrassed but his touch and kisses sped that away as passion overrides all traces. Ah he knows just how to make her relaxed and happy until he speaks again.

"Think about tomorrow while I do this. I won't go any further unless I hear something suitably imaginative and humiliatingly erotic from you. You will kept in a state of suspended erotic heat until you produce!"

Oh no! She wiggles her body a little to entice him. He can't mean that! He wouldn't just make her want more and not give it to her?

It seems after a while, no matter what she tries that he means to do just as he said.

She is achingly hot and he just keeps her on edge. She can barely think but she has to.

"Sam the first thing I thought of was to be tied naked and spread eagled in the window of my office. It's a tall building with one way glass looking out but still that would be humiliating. The illusion of possibly being seen and revealed would. Then you could do anything at all and I couldn't stop you even if I wanted to. You could tease me and control me with your hands, mouth, your wand, well with everything you decided."

She waits under his touch to see if this has fulfilled his parameters or not. Did she please him with her idea? If she succeeded, will he now do more, let her go over the edge as she so fervently desires. Will he find pleasure there too and go with her? She wonders.

 

[sagredo]

"Gwen, good try! I appreciate your effort. Let's think about it."

"Now, I will take you out of your 'agony and ecstasy' (the name of an old movie in case you do not know). Being a mere man, and an older one at that, I need a little help from you to get me stiff enough so soon after the fucking we just enjoyed together. Would you help me?

"The, by now standard way, is for you to suck my cock to stiffness. When I was young, no woman of any pride would admit to being a cocksucker--that's why the world is still used as an insult--but now, by a remarkable transformation, women do it all the time. And if you believe what you read on the internet, a most of them are crazy about it. The proclaim a whole aesthetics of cocksucking. How are you with respect to cocksucking?

"This is how I like it. I stand and you kneel, submissively at my feet. As you suck, please look up at me, adoringly, as if this is a most wonderful experience which you enjoy immensely. Whether or not this is so, you can tell me, if you like, but the perfect courtesan I am training here, will be a perfect actress. She will act as I prescribe won't she?

"When I am fully prepared, we will fuck to bliss."