Erotic Encounters

[FurryFury]

Gwen smiles at the praise from him. "No Sam I am not familiar with that movie, perhaps we could watch it together sometime? If it pleases you I mean. I love old movies, well some of them anyway. Have you ever seen The Journey with Yul Brynner and Deborah Kerr? That is one of my favorites. Maybe we could watch both one night?"

She giggles at his next words. "Sam you are not merely a man and I don't ever think of you being older. I think of us as companions though you have the upper hand as the teacher, because I want you to teach me and you are willing. I have placed my trust in you and it has been rewarded amply so far. Anyway, I would be most happy to be your little cocksucker, I won't have to pretend about that. I will be very happy to act as you prescribe. You can tell me how I am at it, my darling. I suspect you inspire me and I hope to please you, always."

She moves off his lap and to the floor on her knees. Waiting for him to stand. When he does She eagerly frees his cock and begins to lick, as if at an ice cream cone. Long slow licks, which one might make to keep a frozen treat from melting and running down your sugar cone.

When it is wet enough she makes a little tight o with her mouth and slides it onto him. Her lips go around his cock making a friction but she sucks and pulls backwards, letting him come out of her mouth with a little flop. She looks up and smiles at him, then begins licking hard just past the head of his shaft. Lashing her tongue there fairly hard she watches his face half the time and his cock jumping the other half. When it gets a little harder she again makes that o and puts her mouth against his hard member. Sliding down it about half way, then sucking her cheeks caving in. Using her hands to hold his shaft steady she starts moving faster and trying to move down him further. Her tongue continues to find his most sensitive spots and lash them in wet warmth.

Gwen smiles up at him clearly loving the moment and his words echo in her mind. "When I am fully prepared, we will fuck to bliss." She smiles brighter but of course this smile can only mostly be glimpsed in her eyes for her mouth, well that is rather full.

 

[sagredo]

Sam looked down at Gwen hard at work. He loved her eagerness and admired her skills. Every so often her would encourage her with the praise she clearly thirsted for. And he would also give her little hints like:

"Gwen, sweetheart, you dont have to keep working so hard at it in your mouth at all times. Occasionally pause so you can smile brightly, bat your eager eyes at me, tell me how you feel about servicing me (I love to hear that).

"And please let me remind you that our relationship is not simply as some of what you just said seem to imply--that of Master and pupil, with me benevolently wishing to teach you and you doing service to learn new skills or whatever. I need erotic engouragement too, not just you. You must tell me what you enjoyed, how much, if any, or hwat could be done better. I am your pupil with regards to Female eroticism.

We came together because both of us simply wanted convenient erotic interludes along with the understanding that female submission would be a part of it because we both were erotically drawn to it. And we wanted, within that context, to feel as equals, as humans, as deserving of respect, and so on...a task wshich we both realizes requires a lot of work on both our parts because it is so contrary to the usual way this Master/Sub things go.

"And it will always require work--nothing is for free. You will, for example feel less humiliated now with raising your skirts for me at my command, but you have to psych yourself into both feeling/remember/recreating that humiliations, acting out that female modesty, to give yourself--and me, who is watching you--that same frisson of erotic naughtiness as you do it. I hope that when you do it in your office, tomorrow, for exaample, you still start dripping into your panties. Which, if you do, will make us both proud and lecherous."

Sam hoped his lessons were getting through. Finally, when he felt stiff enough, he said

"Gwen, my little pussycat, I think we are ready to ascent to the next stage of ecstacy. I will lie on my back, supporting myself by my elbows so that I can watch and, what I want you do is to straddle me and squat over my eager member. Then gently lower yourself --fuck yourself-- on it when I sya 'down' and reverse when I 'say' up. It will be much better when you will fo this fully dressed but we must make do with what we have. Tell me if you find this erotic. Is it worth the wait for the consummation you desire or is it just a pain? And tell me how you feel about this whole proocedure. You know how much I enjoy hearing ladies describing acts and positions and their erotic responses, but it is so hard to get them to speak! Ladies repress their thoughts on these matters, preferring simply to enjoy them while men love the little erotic thoughts that spring up from analysis."

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen begins to take little breaks as he has instructed to beam up at him, smile and tell him what she feels. "You taste so great Sam. I love to lick you and see your member jump and respond. I love to make it get harder. Rolling your hardness in my mouth feels so right. Having you thrust into my throat and control the action a little is wonderful. I love pleasing you but this pleases me too."

When he directs her to the bed, she is eager to climb on his and lower herself onto him at his will. The very first time she does so, she smiles and kisses him, murmuring. You feel so good . So hard and warm as my flesh parts for you. Do you feel how wet I am for you? Lord you feel bloody marvelous!" She says while moving at his command, her body getting more worked up and it's clear she means it.

"I love every moment with you. The scary embarrassing things are great in a very special way. I don't think I will ever get used to them. The spanking, well, that just really makes me get wild. The sex is incredible with you because you are so masterful. Most of all I love pleasing you. In those few moments I feel I have, there is nothing that can feel me with greater joy." She continues as she moves on him at his command feeling her nerves so close. He keeps bringing her close and then making her stop, backing the orgasm down.

"Yes, this is a wonderful fun game but Sam, I need to, feel release soon, please." She says, panting out her words now and clearly she is overwrought.

 

[sagredo]

Sam tells her to lean forward on him. He scoops up some of her juices and begins to rub them into her anus. When it is ready he says:
"Grab my cock and start to insert in into your little asshole--you are excited enough not to mind the initial fear and pain. Sit down slowly on it until it is all the way within you. When you are ready, sit up straight with my cock straight up your ass. Shoulders back, head high, proudly smiling. Now you can say you have reached a new level in giving you body to your master. You are more of a woman now than before.

 

[FurryFury]

"Sam? Are you sure? That you want to do this? I'm scared." She says. She kisses him hard. Her eyes look worried and very wide.

"I've never done that. Never." She says. "Maybe, you'd rather me um, suck you again? Or ride you some more? I'll do it for you, if you really want me to but, please, be careful. I'm not sure..."

She looks at him with those wide green eyes and watches his reaction, she fears this but she also fears disappointing him as well. Will he get mad with her? Insist? Or send her away? She doesn't know and a shiver of apprehension passes through her, visibly she shivers.

 

[sagredo]

Sam says:" If you are worried and scared, don't do it. I don't wnt you to do anything you do not want to do.

"I though women nowadays were into ass fucking in a big way. They all claim it the greeatewst thrill. The high school kids do it at the drop of a hat.

"I though I was doig you a favor, believe it or not. A new way to show your conquering of pain, shame for your Master, Freeing yourself from old ways. and so on, etc, etc."

Sam loving folded her into his arms. " What about having you get us both off by doin the thrusting. I like that because women do it clumsily! If, as I suspect, you can pull it off and make us both come. I 'll spread your legs again, and dive in"

"By the way, give me a warning little one, how many times can you climax in a night?"

 

[FurryFury]

"Sam thank you! I might be okay with it someday. I don't know. I'd have to research it. Know more about it. Okay? I'm not saying no, you see, just, let me think on it."

She loves hearing him call her "little one." This makes her smile a great deal. The idea of someone knowing her as weaker than she normally portrays, as a child, or a small thing, makes her very happy.

"I don't really know how many times I can come in a night as I've never been that interested in performing exercises to find out. Perhaps we can do that together?"

Gwen laughs a little so happy that he is not angry with her or sending her away.

She kisses him, lowers back onto his raging hard cock and begins to thrust. She tries to do a better job than he seems to think a woman can do, using her strong legs and thighs to make the thrusts more powerful and longer, but varying them too. Kissing him and smiling at him. She murmurs to him from time to time even as she plays with his nipples watching them become hard.

"Oh Sam you feel so hard inside me." Gwen says and asks, "Am I pleasing you Sir?"

Her breasts move a great deal with her body thrusting and rocking on him. Her nipples brush across his skin over and over. She begins to feel a build up of excitement. That makes her go faster yet. He feels a little bigger to her. A little more excited too, she thinks.

"Oh Sam, I can feel you getting more excited." She kisses him again using her tongue inside his mouth, tasting him.

 

[sagredo]

Sam lies back and enjoys Gwen's earnest efforts. Her breasts flop about wildly. He thinks she doesn't like them loose like that but he thinks they are rather sexy in a woman of her age. He grabs at one stuffs it into his mouth sucking contendly.

After a while, enough is enough, she may be able to climax this way but knows he cannot, or rather, if he did, it would be very unsatisfying, almost painful. He must be thrusting to achieve real pleasure. So he grabs her by her shoulders, lifts her off of him, smiles, and flips her on her back. He grabs her legs and pulls them up on his shoulders and plunges into the soft, wet pussy open wide to him. A few very hard thrusts, her breath exploding out of her with the force of his thrust, and they both come together.

Both are exhausted by all this tension and effort and fall to the floor next to one another. Then Sam has a dream -- or he thinks he is dreaming as he dreams and later is never sure of what actually happened.

He dreams that he lies there deeply in satisfied post coital asleep--he is readyto sleep through the night. But, in his dream, this little minx besides him is not nearly as played out. She watches him deeply asleep and then softly rises. He cannot sleep in his clothes all night. She begins to undress him, even nudging him over when necessary and, miraculously not waking him in the process (or does he not want to stop the dream?)

When he is entirely naked, she sadly shakes her head. He cannot be left to sleep all sweaty and dirty from his exertions. Soon she returns with a washcloth and a basin of warm water and proceeds to wash his entire body from toes to crown.

Of course, his poor little shrunken penis need a lot of cleaning, which she proceeds to do with the utmost care and gentleness. Not only that, but between his legs, and then--imagine this, she turns him over and cleans not only his back but his ass even down to his asshole. She is a very thorough nurse.

Sam is in bliss.

So careful, thorough and tender is she that she even investigates each crevice, both with smell and taste, to make sure everything is really clean. Sam decides not to wake lest he not be in heaven.

The next morning he wakens, nude on the floor except covered by a blanket. Sleeping quietly next to him, is Gwen. She looks as happy as he.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen tries her best for both of them. She wants to make each moment as special as she can for him and for herself. She rocks and thrusts making things as good as she possibly can.

She notices her breasts moving too much with some consternation but Sam seems pleased and that helps her feelings of how unseemly that must look. He even grabs one and sucks it, making her smile again, and arch her back just a little more.

Suddenly he pulls her up and off of him. She blinks in surprise, then smiles, there it is again the feeling of being small for him, she loves that. Her ass drags against the floor as he pulls her, putting her legs where he wants them, over his shoulders. She laughs, loving him taking control again. Then he is where they both want, plunging into her, so hard. She doesn't think she can last long with this her breath explodes out of her.

It doesn't take long and she finds herself coming, so does he, they come together and it feels so good that way. In her experience that is a fairly rare thing. She hugs him as they both shake with this mutual fire that takes their bodies over and leaves them gasping.

She snuggles against him on the floor feeling very happy but after a while she decides she wants to do something for Sam. The floor does have a wonderful thick carpet but even so, he shouldn't sleep in his clothes.

She slowly and carefully takes his clothes off and hangs them up, then takes off her own. She washes herself off thinking about the day, how good her time is with him. Looking him over she decides to bathe him too.

Gwen wishes to make him as comfortable as she can. Taking a wash cloth and basin she carefully cleans him. With warm water, and checks him with all of her senses. Her Sam, for as long as she has him, will be as happy as she can make him. She vows this to herself.

Putting everything away and making things neat, she goes and lies down beside Sam and falls asleep content and excited at the same time. Her face in sleep looks younger still and very peacefull.

 

[sagredo]

The Second Day Begins

I awoke the next morning to find myself on the carpet and naked under a cover, with Gwen sleeping soundly besides me. I knew I had not undressed myself, so something in that dream must have been true. But had Gwen also kissed my ass, had she tongued it, on her own, without me demanding it of her as her Master?
I somehow had the feeling that I would never know for sure and that it was not even worth asking her.

When she awoke, I ordered breakfast in our room. We ate nude. I admired how gracefully she held herself, there was no indication of awkwardness in being in this state under the interested stares of a man who couldn't help but staring at her, even though it was somewhat impolite. Of course, what is polite or impolite in a situation like this?

I explained what I had in mind and she seemed to eagerly and happily agree with all my plans. I would like to have known what was going through her mind, but she was playing the perfect courtesan, anxious to please and proud of her role.

We were to drive to her home where she would dress in her business clothes--no stilleto heels, miniskirts and such (the only exception was that I wanted to see her ass and legs set off by stockings and garters when I uncovered her or had her uncover herself under orders). I did not explain why I disliked the standard 'sexy' clothes women liked to put on for kinky sex, whore's clothing, or pseudo showgirl outfits, or Batgirl kinds of latex suits with holes to reveal the critical areas ---in my opinion, when women did that they were effectively denying their (ordinary, natural) sexuality not facing it (like when they have sex only in the dark or close their eyes during the act). I know this sounds paradoxical to many. It probably requires a detailed analysis for clarification. But I wanted to avoid burdening both of us with speeches at that point--we both wanted some naught fun--so I avoided giving a scientific seminar on this topic just then.

After she had properly prepared herself we were to drive to her office, which was closed for the day and I would do my dirty deeds on this proper lady. She would 'suffer' great humilation (or would she really?) In any case we would both be spicing up our erotic games. She seemed game for any and everything, but maybe I could push her farther than she expected?

Since, in fact, I still knew nothing about Gwen--other than knowing her carnally--, not even her age, I asked her to tell me about herself: her age (probably the least reliable datum), her work, her marriage history, if any, her hobbies and so on. After all, the more one knows about a person, the more real they are, and its more fun to fuck a real person than a mannequin.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen woke feeling really good and serene for the first time in a long time. She looked at Sam and gave him a broad smile remembering the night before. He seemed pleased with her and that made her even more pleased.

She went to wash her face and brush her teeth and hair. Sam called room service for them. Gwen made certain it had come before entering the living room area of the suite again. Being nude for Sam and herself was one thing. Being nude in front of the delivery boy was quite something else.

She enjoyed her Belgian waffle with strawberries, bananas and whipped cream. It seemed her appetite had be honed by their activities. The fresh squeezed orange juice and rich coffee were wonderful to. She often thought she could live on nothing but fluids. Of course her coffee had a lot of stuff in it. Four sugars and two creams to be exact. "You want some coffee with your cream and sugar?" Her Papa used to joke but she drank it the same way he did. Indeed she had learned it from him.

She touched Sam under the table with her toes, ran them up his leg. Listening to what he had in mind for today. From his words, she surmised that he didn't really like her idea after all. Gwen didn't dwell on it much though because he had his own ideas now, letting her off the hook as it were. She was glad. If she had fabulous ideas about sex and his brand of dominance she surely would have done them by now. Instead she had come, until Sam, to see sex as not really worth it. Yes, it was too much trouble, it was too messy and people wanted things that she didn't want to give.

She was pleased to hear Sam outline his plans and take control. Control. Something she didn't want, particularly with him and here. So she smiled and acquiesced to all he say eagerly.

They went to her local digs for her to dress. Sam didn't want to see her dress though he had told her the sort of thing he wanted her to wear, he wanted it to be a surprise later. He wanted, he told her, not to be able to tell she was wearing anything blatantly sexual when he looked at her.

She took out a gray Valentino suit and navy silk blouse. Her La Perla corset was flesh colored with black lace. She pulled the laces tight and looked at her breasts trying to spill out of the cups. Pulling up a matching set of brief panties and garter belt, she smoothed everything into place. Then Gwen pulled silk stockings out, nude hued, and put them on. They felt so good on her legs, her eyes closed and she ran her hand down her legs and up again enjoying the feeling.

She slipped into the skirt and blouse next, lining up the clothes perfectly and stepped into gray Jimmy Choo shoes and pulled on her jacket. She took a few minutes with her hair and face then walked back down to the drawing room to find Sam. He was looking at her collection of books and photos. She smiled at him and spread her arms.

"Will I do?" She asked turning around executing a runway turn and laughing a little.

On the drive to her offices she talked about herself some as he requested.

"I am thirty six. I own several businesses but my favorite right now is fabric design. I enjoy envisioning the fabric. The colors mixing or contrasting starkly, having it made up to my specifications and then touching it before it is shipped to the designers. If it doesn't feel right, if the texture isn't right, then I have to start all over again. That is perhaps, the most important thing even more than color or lack there of.

You know of course about my Papa's media company, Davies Worldwide. That is why nearly everyone has heard of me and yes I run that to but it was his baby not mine." She says somewhat bitterly.

"I just can't let it go and be chopped up into smaller companies, so I keep it running in tip top shape. I know he would have wanted me to.

I was married once when I was young and stupid. He had some royal blood and was quite dashing. He seemed to be everything everyone wanted me to have. His family had little money left, his cachet was his breeding and his personality. Before we married he was great. There were little trouble signs of course but who is perfect. He seemed so very close. Reminded me of my dear Grandpapa and Mother at the time. I loved him a very great deal but to him I was merely a step up the social ladder, a thing if you will.

After we were married his true personality came out, little by little. He was more like my Papa and Grandmama the trouble makers in the family. Always making messes and expecting me to fix them. He didn't love me. He loved the idea of what I represented and could bring him. He was a very unhappy person. I didn't realize that at first. I tried to give him everything. Everything he thought he wanted and everything I thought he should have. He never wanted anything he had though, once he had something it was worthless to him, unless he could twist it, make it hurt, even me. I was worthless to him most of the time. He took to racing and he loved that for a while all the fame and excitement you know? "Playboy racer wins cup" you know, that sort of thing. He had women all over him. He was always depressed and he had everything. One Valentine's day, he started up his favorite race car, I had paid for it, of course. In the garage in our Westlake estate and killed himself with the exhaust fumes. We had only been married three years.

He sent me ten dozen blood red roses that day. I was surprised and thrilled until I read the card. It simply said, "Goodbye Bitch." I found out later he had sent notes to everyone we knew. Telling them I had made him miserable. It was all over the news, even in my own outlets. News is news and the show must go on. I don't make the editorial decisions. Particularly when it's something so painful and close to me. That is why I pay the editors those salaries. I let them do their jobs with as little interference as I can. I never married again." She cleared her throat and fell silent for a while.

She spoke again later. "I'm sorry Sam what else did you want to know? Oh yes, I like to collect coins, garden, particularly to attract humming birds and butterflies, take a few thrilling risks each year, play piano, read, watch movies, mostly old romantic ones, and take pictures. I rarely have time for such but if I did, that is what I would fill it with, that and perhaps, You, if you'd allow it."

She smiled at him and turned to look out the windows of the limo. Gwen wondered if she had said too much or too little? Did it please him to hear her speak of these things or not? When she looked at him, she couldn't tell. Relieved when the limo pulled up to the tall dark glass building she looked at Sam again.

"Is everything alright?" She asked. "Shall we go inside?"

 

[sagredo]

They went into Gwen's suite of offices and each sat in a comfortable chair. "Gwen, Sam began, I have been giving this day a lot of thought and have come up with a rather unusual plan. It will turn thus out to be either a big success or big failure. It requires, of course, your enthusiastic effort and even if it fails, it will be a new and exciting experience.

"Here again, I will discuss what we do and how we do it rather than reasons behind these actions which are long a complicated as well as not being worthwhile if it doesn't work.

" I have written a scenario for us to play. It is not a play but the suggestion of lines of play. It is made up of themes, outlines of lines to be said and moves to be made, but all vague enough so that you are encouraged and required to get into its spirit and create your own dialog and acts on the spot as it moves you.

"Each scene needs to be glanced over just before we do it to get its gist; it is not memorized or studied in detail. The suggestions in the scenario just help get this along on the right path and help keep them on path. Here are the first few of them. I will write more if this thing looks like it will fly".

Sam hands over a sheaf of handwritten papers to the surprised and bemused Gwen who sits at her executive desk and starts looking them over.

"From your viewpoint, I think you have the best possible worlds with this approach. You have had to do no planning, you take no responsibility for your acts, you do not have to think of naughty things to have done to yourself--they just happen--and you can enjoy them we a free conscious. You also get to feel, not embarrassed by things that mat appear humiliating, but proud. If you do them you will have demonstrated your strength of will, and your victory over petty fears, and the fact that you would do prodigious things for the man you love or at least wish to please--a hero of a woman!

"We start out ("your first assignment should you accept it!) with types of things you have already done. These are warm up and practice. But even here, I will give more specific instructions and hope for a more polished performance. As we progress, things will get more erotic, or at least kinkier.

"Remember, a good way to think about what you are doing is to see yourself as a courtesan using a skill to please your man. What you succeed in doing well is a victory for you--never a mark of shame--a victory of skill, determination. And also an exercise of power--the man depends on you for his sexual gratification as much as you on he. And to a courtesan, it is all a game--it doesn't affect your self-image. Hopefully, it is a game that erotically thrills you as much as your master.

"After you have read the first episode, you may begin as you please."

Sam sits back with a wicked and happy grin on his face as Gwen, not without a bit of apprehension and furrowed brow, starts her studies. She certainly did not expect the day to begin with a test!

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen reads her "script" and then puts down the pages and smiles up at Sam.

"Hello." She says. "I am Gwen Davies and I will be your hostess today. I will do whatever I can to make you happy Sir. I do this because it makes me happy."

She stands up from her desk and walks to him. It's her distinctive walk but she doesn't exaggerate it at all. She merely has a sexy walk that many have called slinky.

"It makes me happy to do anything at all to please you." She says. "Humiliation doesn't matter or it spices things up for us both. It brings us thrills. Watching me blush and hesitate, having to work through my barriers, makes you happy. Breaking down those barriers and feeling that illicit thrill pleases us both." She runs her fingers down his chest stopping at his belt then going back up.

Sitting down primly beside him on the couch, ankles crossed and with perfect posture, she smiles.

"There are things that feel wrong and make us both heated. The illusion of it being in the wrong venue or juxtaposed on this, a business setting make it feel wrong. That makes it even more erotic. Here, normally I am in charge. Today. I will be merely a willing participant for your pleasure and mine. I will not be in charge per se and that is something my dear Sir that I have longed for. I must thank you for bringing this idea to me and taking me where I wanted so very much to go."

"I know you want me to show myself to you. To let you poke and prod. See my silky undergarments. I am a serious person here, normally this is my domain. I dress for the outside world as you see today. Underneath I dress for me and today for you. Now this will embarrass me some but I will do it happily as part of my service to you. As such I will not have to feel as guilty for my wantonness."

Gwen stands up in front of Sam looking the part of the perfect demur business woman except for her eyes and that smile. She lifts her skirt so he can see her panties, garters and stockings. "Do you like what I have hidden under here for you? Do you want to touch me? I can see your eyes get focused on my moist bits." She says and yes, blushes. She waits for him to do as he wishes in word or deed.

 

[sagredo]

Sam thinks to himself "She is trying, but she is stiff as a board". He thrusts out his hand and inserts his thumb under the silk of her panties. His fingers fur to her asshole. He pulls her roughly towards him. With his other hand he grabs her hair, pulls her face towards him and gives her a hard kiss.

"Now I want you to pull out your breasts. Let them hang over your dress. Hold up your skirt as high as possible and walk around the room. I want to watch this obscene sexy walk. Then come back here, hold your tits in your hands, and offer them to me to suck. Ask me to suck, to pull and more. Do it girl! Do it with spirit!

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen looks to Sam for his response and interest but he doesn't really look very happy with her. Her smile falters for just a second before she remember to keep it up and on her face.

Without warning his hand is inside her silk panties and inside her. She wants to moan but tries to hold sounds, at the same time she is terribly embarrassed and confused.

He grabs her hair and instantly she feels wetter and more excited. He gives her a rough kiss. She starts to believe she must be doing okay, that he must be pleased with her.

Listening to his instructions she unbuttons her blazer and silk shirt, pulls her breasts out of her corset and into the open air. She smiles at Sam. So please is she to be pleasing him that she feels more confident. She holds up her skirt to her waist and walks around the office for him. She now feels somewhat silly and awfully embarrassed but she smiles and him and focuses on his eyes. Walking back over to him she stops once again in front of him and on display. Shivers run up and down her body making her skin break out in goose bumps and her nipples get hard.

She holds her breasts in her hands somewhat awkwardly. "Sir would you please suck my," Oh sod it all, can I even say that word? Suddenly it feels so wrong. Will he get pissed if I don't?

She decides to try again. "Sir would you please suck my, t, tits?" She says stuttering a bit. "And pull on them, twist them, nibble them, please Sir?"

She looks into his eyes hoping so much to have given him what he wants.

 

[sagredo]

Sam is mad. He was initially mad at Gwen but quickly realized that he himself is to blame for the failure of his plans. She, as usual was just trying to interpret his wishes as best she could. Poor child, her desire to please him was amazing--great for his ego but overwhelming in the responsibility that it had thrust upon him.

And that was another thing--poor child--was not completely a figure of speech. She was young enough to be his child and they both felt it and responded to it. This fact was thoroughly intermixed with the complex dynamics of what was going on between them in ways in which Sam was only just beginning to understand.

You would have to be a complete idiot not to see that her Master was her Father (or some other male authority figure) to her, a teacher, someone she needed love from, someone who had in some way erotic relations with her, relations she new were wrong, but which she enjoyed and felt great guilt for enjoying. She expected--wanted--to be punished for enjoying them while at the same time, she want to repeat the. She wanted to be free of guilt for initiating them, for even thinking of them. Her Master made her do it just has he had when she was a child.

All the implications were obvious, and although all undoubtedly not the complete picture (for each of us is far more complicated than a stereotype), all with a ring of truth that, Sam felt at least, could not be denied.

On top of this, Sam might even be said to be abusing this child just as male teachers have abused their female students in the past.

Sam caught himself up short. This was no time for such meandering thoughts. The poor girl had completed her circuit, stammered out her required words and was waiting on him. What could he do to get things back on the right track? She was 36, and at that age no one was going to be able to change her basic character. She was attempting to build a reasonably happy life with what she had and who she was and that was certainly the most mature and reasonable plan for her. Whatever he did should assist in this.

Luckily she wanted what he wanted albeit often for different reasons since they were of different backgrounds , experience and, most of all, sexes. Sam needed some time to think of his immediate plans for her now that his little scenario scheme had failed (He was also mad at himself because he had not written it out clearly enough--that also contributed to its failure. She needed very explicit instructions).

He touched her panties and verified that they had gotten wet. She was excited--at least that was good. He sensed she needed both a sign of affection and some rough treatment (and he was still angry enough to want to give some rough treatment-- as unfair as that might be in principle, she wanted it too).

She stood there expectantly holding up her skirts, her large breasts spilling out over her. (Female sex organs spilling out over carefully concealing, yet revealing, austere business clothes meant to be both sex-denying and alluring were symbolic to him--the source of their erotic power--more theorizing). He motioned her over, took one of her nipples and pulled at it hard, used it as if he were milking her. He knew she liked the sensation but disliked the idea. He forced her to look at him in the eye, implicitly acknowledging that she was was configured to be used this way--her tits (she could hardly acknowledge the word) were part of her, her personality, her being. They were made to be pulled and abused, if only by infants!

Then, when tiring of this game (cruel?), he said--
"Turn around facing way from me, and pull down your panties to your thighs so it is awkward to walk. When she did this, he gave her two hard slaps on the rear and said--

Now I want you to walk around, until I tell you to stop. Walk around in as sexy a manner as you know how. Be as obscene as you can. Show me what is in you. I want the hips to wiggle provocatively. I want the breasts to sway and jiggle. I want all sorts of feminine motions of the hands, shoulders, and legs. Stop at times, and assume provocative positions, suggestive positions. Talk about what you are doing as you do it. Talk a lot. Get into the fine detail--like you were practicing detaiol writing as an author-to-be. Let me see how dirty you can talk and think.

Go now-he slapped her behind again--and entertain me as we both know you want to do. You say you want to please me? Well, lets see you do it. Lets see if you can do it, if you really mean to do it. And remember, talk the talk as you walk the walk. Talking forces you to consciously admit to yourself what you are doing (as well as making it sexier for me!)

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen stood before him once again flushed and red. Sam touched her panties. She lowered her eyes and felt another blush creep over her face. Now he knew she was wet, from just what they had done so far. Yet in his face, she had seen something, that said displeasure or distaste to her or of her. Gwen couldn't tell exactly what it was. Perhaps he didn't like the way she looked. It could be anything but that was the first thing she could think of. Well she certainly didn't like the way she looked. She could only imagine how lewd this looked, how wrong.

Sam was difficult for her to figure though. Perhaps he was angry with her hesitation, her stutter on that word. It could be he just didn't like the color of her underwear. It was racy being flesh colored with the overlay of black lace. It looked like sin, pure sin, made into fabric, that is why she liked it and bought it.

He milks her breasts again and she is forced to look into his eyes. If only she could close them. Shut her mind off. Luxuriate in the quiet and sensation only.

He slapped her ass and she jumped feeling more aroused then more ashamed that she feels the way she does. Gwen wonders why Sir did that, for his own pleasure, for her pleasure or because he was unhappy with her, maybe all of the above? She was very confused but still excited. Dancing on knives edges all the time with him, always seeking to make him happy, rarely accomplishing it, why should that make her feel heated? It's very confusing and it makes her sad, so very sad to fail, Da, um Sir. She thinks to herself I'm getting even more confused. Just stop thinking Gwen. Shhh...

He slaps her again and tells her what to do next and she moves to earnestly try. Turning away from him, she lowers her panties to her thighs. She walks around the room, trying to be sexy, exaggeratedly sexy, like he says he wants. Gwen thinks she must look just terrible but she smiles and looks at her Sir when she can remember too. She burns with shame but tries to remember to be joyful. "I am walking around the room showing you all my nasty bits and pieces feeling hot and bothered but so terribly ashamed for I must look so cheap too."

She stops and gets down on the floor to present herself to him. "I present myself to you for you inspection. On my hands and knees for you Sir. You may, of course do as you wish or do nothing as you wish. Please tell me what will bring you the delights you wish to have."

She tries a few more things, poses, walks, and talking about things that she truly doesn't want to acknowledge. Looking occasionally around her local office in a bit of wonder that all this is happening here where she is usually all business and completely in charge. All the while she keeps trying, to smile, and look in his eyes and see if anything she is doing pleases or if it is merely an exercise in debasement that is not doing anything for him.

After a while she stopped and pulls up her panties. She lowers her skirt. Tucks in her breasts and buttons up. Sitting down on a chair opposite the couch she crosses her ankles and sits with perfect posture awaiting a verdict, his next set of instructions, a kind word or gesture, just some indication from him that will tell her what he wants. Her eyes start to get shinny and she becomes worried.

 

[sagredo]

Sam is greatly moved by the sight of Fury, composed, erect, in a perfectly ladylike position. He thinks it means that she still thinks of herself as a lady after performing all those lewd acts for him. It means that whatever shame she felt, it was beginning at least to be controlled, rationalized. The shame had been de-fanged, It did not affect her self-image except probably to enhance it. She was above such acts, or more importantly, above common opinion concerning what those acts signified-- what constituted character, and ladylike behavior.

He saw her eyes glint and felt tears coming to his own. It had cost her so much to do this. She was still so frightened He owed her for her brave fortitude and effort.

He lay down face up on the carpet and said--
"Gwen, come here and stand above me, one leg on each side of my head, facing me. "

She did as she was told, her face impassive. The sight up a lady's dress was always fun for Sam--although he felt ashamed for such childishness. He paused for a while to admire her long soft legs, her garters, he felt along them. And especially he loved the panties. All men love ladies panties the most; why is a mystery. Athough perhaps only a minor one. You never see men salivating over bras, but they all want to get the sight the panties, up and down, in their hands, near their nose!

"Gwen, now I want you to squat above my face so your pussy opens up just above me"

She clearly knew at this point that something good was coming, and her excretions showed it.

Sam started by nuzzling and licking the little silk patch that separated her treasures from the world. Then he pulled the patch aside and started licking here. His tongue found her clit and brushed back and forth.

"Sweetpie, he said, lower yourself some more so that my nose enters you--do you mind?"

Gwen quickly fucked herself on his nose which he moved back and forth to excite her further.

He told her to rise, and he did with her. Her face flushed from many things he would imagine. She said nothing but did give him a very shy smile. I hink she is happy, he said to himself.

"Now Gwen, do not take offence, but I am a very fastidious man, so before we proceed, I want you to go the ladies room, and bring me a warm wet wash cloth."

It was not clear whether Gwen knew what was afoot, but she quickly scurried away and returned in a moment with the cloth.

He had her lay back on the floor and lifted her legs up high. She thought was was now going to get his almost standard fuck, but he surprised her. She was position like baby gets to be when mommy cleans its diapers and that is basically what Sam began to do with her. He pulled off her panties--always a pleasure--and then wiped her behind going as deeply as possible to her anus. He quickly gave the cloth visual inspection with eye and nose but said nothing.

Sam then told her to lie on her back, grab her legs and hold them above her head so that her posterior was completely exposed. He then proceed to kiss and lick her baby-soft ass down to the very asshole. Mothers often kiss their baby's butts after cleaning them and this is one of the earliest erotic memories in the brain. The brain never forgets it.

After he was finished he bade her to rise, compose herself, assume her ladylike seat and said--

"And now my dear, I want you to reciprocate. Kneel behind me as befits a submissive, take down my trousers and lick my ass as thoroughly and lovingly as I have yours. You can then proceed to my balls. You can make use of washclothes also, and you may respectfully request me to assume any position that makes your ministrations either easier, or more embarrasing for you, or more erotic for either of us."

She looked at him with wide green eyes, batted them a few times, and proceeded to carry out his desires.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen sat looking ladylike and prim. It was infinitely easier for her to do that than all of those poses and walks whilst exposing herself except..what if she had failed to please him? She couldn't bear the idea of that. Her eyes began to get misty while the silent seconds ticked away each feeling like an indictment of her short comings to her ears.

Finally he moved without speaking and to her surprise, laid down on the carpet face up. She wondered what he had in mind. He spoke then, not saying if she had done well or not, but his eyes seemed to hold an elusive bit of something, only what was it? Pride maybe, or pleasure, perhaps. She started to take heart that all was well.

"Gwen, come here and stand above me, one leg on each side of my head, facing me. " He said.

She moved gracefully to do so. Replaying in her head all the things her nanny had ever told her about wearing skirts and little boys. She felt so hot doing this. So wrong too. She wanted so very much to not think about what she was doing but that was not the arrangement. She had to think and acknowledge it. That is what pleased Sir. Pleasing her Sir was what it was all about.

She could never truly please her Papa but maybe she could please Sir? Whoa, where did that come from? She wondered. Daddy loved his little Gwenie. He did. Well he did, surely, but no, often he was not pleased with her. Papa had rejected her so many times. He refused to be seen in public with her so much as holding his hand. Said it made him look older. Looks and appearances were very important to Papa. That he why he liked her choice of husband so much. Someone else who was never really pleased with her.

Bloody hell, just concentrate, Gwen, on this and Sir. All that other is merely water under the bridge. She thought, but just as quickly she also thought, maybe so but it still is controlling what I do isn't it?

Gwen felt Sam's hands then, gliding along her legs, touching her and a small shudder of pleasure went through her. Not just from the physical sensations but because it allowed her to stop mentally wrestling with her thoughts. She smiled down at him and was so happy he was there with her. That he sometimes liked her. This was once again making her feel alive. She couldn't believe that these times doing such things with him would bring her back from the numb place she usually lived in, but it did, every time.

"Gwen, now I want you to squat above my face so your pussy opens up just above me" He said.

She turned red. Those words were so raw and she wanted to do for Sir but still, as much as she wanted to be close to his mouth with her dripping sex, it made her burn with embarrassment too. A thrill spiked her heart as she slid down into the squat position he wanted.

When he licked at the silky fabric of her underwear she felt heat surge there and got wetter still. Something about that, doing it though the material, was even more illicit in her mind.

He pulled the crotch of her panties aside and that made her feel even more exposed just when she had felt like nothing could. She began to pant a little, tight little shallow pants coming to her without conscious thought. His play on her clit drove her crazy and it was a struggle to do as he said and nothing more.

"Sweetpie," he said, "lower yourself some more so that my nose enters you--do you mind?" He asked and she was relieved.

For a while even in that exposed position that she felt made her tummy loom a tad to large, she was in heaven. She started to get close and feel that her legs might not support her if she came so she tried to pull back but Sir was too good for that.

Suddenly he was telling her to rise and go get a wash cloth. She had no idea what this was about. What else he had in mind. She was excited to find out but clearly he thought of her as dirty somehow. Well so did she. She tried not to take offense. So she gave him a shy smile and took off to quickly complete her errand so she could find out what he next had in store for them.

Once again she finds herself surprised by him when he cleans her like a father with a baby. It does something primal to her. Makes her feel all liquid and so very shy. He began to lick her and she was undone. Such a thing she had never felt before. Slowly she felt rising again that luxurious heat, the twinges and spasms of climax were so close and she began to ache inside to be filled.

He did not proceed. She couldn't tell if he knew how close and excited she was or not but he stopped at the precise moment she might have gone over and told her to become the lady for him again. It took a bit longer this time for her to recover but she did. Her face was flushed and her sex engorged. Her silk panties were terribly wet and new juices were making them wetter still.

Yet, she sat and held up her head, with her clothes once more done correctly, her back straight and her body throbbing. She gave him a smile, folding her beautiful, thin, long hands with clear nails neatly filed and rounded into her lap and crossed her ankles as was her habit.

Was there to be more today in her office she wondered looking upon him wanting nothing more than to just walk over and take him right there and then. She knew though that would ultimately be less satisfying to them both. So she sat and waited for his cue and words.

"And now my dear, I want you to reciprocate. Kneel behind me as befits a submissive, take down my trousers and lick my ass as thoroughly and lovingly as I have yours. You can then proceed to my balls. You can make use of washcloths also, and you may respectfully request me to assume any position that makes your ministrations either easier, or more embarrassing for you, or more erotic for either of us."

She went to get a wash cloth. As if he was now the babe, she tended to him gently while on her knees. Cleaning him with the warm, wet, and slightly rough, cloth, she smelled him and licked him.

First all around his small hole until it was very wet and just when he was sure she would do no more and the previous night had been just a dream she slipped her tongue into him. It felt so deliciously wet and wrong.

Gwen pulled the tip of her tongue from Sir and again licked all around the rim of his hole. Without warning she plunged in again. This time her tongue was curled like a straw both hard and soft at the same time. She wiggled it around going further inside of him than she had before. Now and then she moved him gently with her hands and without words changing his position so she could lick and suck him more thoroughly with her tongue. Her hand sometimes moved up to his cock and stroked it.

On and on she went. Licking, then plunging, wiggling and sucking until she felt he was very close and then she withdrew and licked his balls as he had said. She made them very wet feeling the little hairs tickle her nose. She pulled him down a bit into a squat on top of her. Taking in his scent which was intoxicating to her, and belonged in her mind only to Sir she smiled. She opened her mouth wide and sucked on first one testicle and then the other. Only to continue licking again. When she had done all that he had told her, she so desperately wanted to feel him inside her.

She wanted to make him spurt out his creamy stuff into her somewhere but she didn't know if he wanted that so, she just rearranged herself and tried not to moan or beg. She fixed his clothes first, and once again sat for him. Looking like a lady with a demur smile Gwen sat with clothes once again put back together and her body burning with such need that she didn't know what she might soon do. Only her desire to make Sir happy kept her sitting there so. She lifted her eyes to his and once again, waiting, feeling like her skin and nerves would rebel at any moment.

 

[sagredo]

Sam breathed a great sigh of pleasure as he looked at the lady who had just ministered to him in so angelic a manner. An angel who had flicked her delicate little tongue in his asshole and caressed his hairy balls with her mouth and lips. This was certainly no dream but it was a wonder of nature for which he would be eternally grateful.

He knew she was a hot as a firecracker. Her ears seemed red enough to burn, her face was flushed, he lips were full, he had no doubt that her clitoris was in full bloom and that her panties were soaked. And yet she sat with ladylike grace and restraint. Sam prided himself in the belief that her ladylike manner was not entirely an act but signified that she indeed understood herself to be a lady--no matter what they had done with and to each other. And if so, this was wonderful progress. And he was one 'Daddy' who was proud of her, approved of her, and (he could hardly whisper it to himself) loved her.

It would have been the simplest thing to ask her to assume any position he liked and fuck her brains out--to the immense satisfaction of both of them. But he had to conserve his ammunition. He no longer had an unlimited supply of bullets in him and if he shot his load too soon, all interest in erotic games, sad to say, would evaporate. Luckily, she had no bullets to shoot and could probably come to a dozen climaxes a day. And he would be happy to help her there, the more so as he remained erotically excited.

But he had to plan ahead for their full day of play, which had hardly begun, and to do this he needed her input. This he knew from experience, was difficult to obtain no matter how much she wanted to give it. Immodest behavior by women was easy to obtain just so long as they did not have to talk about it and admit it themselves. To get information he had to make her talk and to force someone talk you tortured them.

Sam proceeded thusly.

"Gwen, please come here and first allow me the pleasure of pulling down your panties for you. They must be uncomfortably wet."

Gwen obediently came over to where he was seated and daintily lifted her feet out of her undies as he held them for her. Her legs looked a bit unsteady.

"Now, come and sit on my lap, and rest your head on my shoulders."

When Gwen again did as she was bade, and carefully smoothed down her dress over her legs, and snuggled in, Sam started by giving her many gentle kisses, to calm her and, of course, because he loved doing it. She seemed to appreciate receiving them and gave him her gentles most childlike smile.

After a few moments of this, his hand naturally made its way up her smoothly stockinged legs, to her soft thighs, and then onward, where upon he said:

"Now, sweetie, I have my thumb just over your wonderfully enlarged clitoris, and my middle finger (carefully smeared with a jelly) at your tiny rear door entry. Each of my wonder-fingers has its task. Yes, I will relieve your sexual tension with my wonder-thumb. At the same time, I will begin the task of preparing and enlarging your other entry point for violation by my eager tool. Together, the sensations will be very pleasant, I'm sure.

"But you must pay a price for this. I must plan out the details of our further erotic adventures in your office and need information from you which I know it will be hard to get. I know that you must have had, in the natural course of things, fantasies of gentlemen doing things to you here. A particularly dashing man, unable to control his passion for you, throws you over your desk and....does exactly what. Another time, you are pinned to the wall, and attack either in the front or rear. All thrilling adventures that have flashed through your mind. You must tell them to me in excruciating detail, leaving out nothing, so that we may re-enact them, with improvements, of course. You must tell me what they do, not just how you feel. You must tell me what you imagine they see, how your white thighs, little panties, and so on excite them, and so on.

"If you hold back and talk in just generalities. If your descriptions are abbreviated. If you just give me women;s romantic talk and not men's dirty deeds. I will know, and the progress of my magic thumb will be halted, and my other finer, may probe just a bit too harshly.

"I know you want to obey me and I know how hard it will be. But give it your best and, I promise you, you will be rewarded beyond your dreams."

Sam them began to lightly stroke the front and probe the behind, hoping she didn't pop off right away and spoil the whole thing. It was a grand plan, but he had seen too many of his fail to be entirely sure it would work. If only his darling could produce! Meanwhile he kept kissing her, to calm the tensions he knew he would feel. She should never feel he was disappointed in her--that he had learned!

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen sat hoping so much that she had pleased him. Her heart fairly aching with desire to have done so. She felt almost as if she were awaiting the verdict of a board meeting or worse yet, in the headmaster's office.

The time she had been sent to the headmaster's office in seventh grade came back to her now. She thought back to that time while she waited in exquisite agony, why if she only moved a certain way against her chair she could probably come now, but no, she wasn't just after her own pleasure, but his, most of all.

She had been thin and gangly in seventh grade. Things at home were not well between her parents. Hadn't been since fifth grade when Mama had learned of Papa's cheating with a neighbor and family friend. The truth was the couple had really wanted to swing with her parents but Mama was never that sort. Papa, well, his head could be turned easily.

Gwen felt rather sorry for the husband left alone. That always got her in trouble feeling sorry for people, trying to be nice. He had done many things with Gwen. Taught her how to blow the egg goo out of the pricked holes in the shell so it could be used for display later. Given her an industrial diamond that, though flawed and nearly worthless, was tear drop shaped and beautiful. Gwen loved to collect rocks and gems.

He had her baby sit their monster of a child who they had thus failed to discipline. The poor child. He was so grateful to have Gwen see to him. She would spank him in secret. He loved her. That poor child behaved around Gwen and for her.

One day the husband gave her a pink dress with little pearl buttons all the way down the front. The fabric was thin and opaque. It was beautiful. She decided to wear it to school. First though she got the correct undergarments so that it wouldn't be too revealing after all. The husband had wanted her to model it for him but she refused.

Then in the headmasters office she, thin as a bean pole and not yet having had her first menstruation, found out that the dress was still too provocative. She remembered crying, feeling ashamed and angry. Her Mama was furious at Gwen for getting in trouble and being sent home. When she had been waiting on that uncomfortable wooden bench though she had felt like this. Only not sexually excited then, but she had the same feeling of abject apprehension.

She heard Sir sigh, and focused back on the now. The look on his face was one of pleasure and suddenly she felt safe and happy. He seemed to be contemplating something for a long time. Gwen had no idea what. It could have been any number of things. Sports perhaps or business, a book he had read, or her next requirements but she knew he seemed happy. So even though she was still on fire and in a high state of arousal she was content. Sir was happy. After some time he roused himself from his quiet contemplations and spoke to her.

"Gwen, please come here and first allow me the pleasure of pulling down your panties for you. They must be uncomfortably wet."

She did this most willingly. She expected it would lead to more. She was told to sit in his lap and rest her head. She loved that. Feeling once more like a child with her father, the first man in her life. It made her feel secure and warm.

She remembered the chair her Papa used to prefer, it was very much like a throne and he was certainly the king in his own castle. They had never sat like this that she could recall. Never. She so wished that they had.

Sir's gentle kisses touched something so deep inside her that she thought she might cry. These sweet kisses, settled the heat of her body a bit, quieting her need just a little. She loved this moment, felt it serene and perfect, how rare.

He began to touch her stockinged legs though and brought it all back in a flash. His thumb on her clit made her instantly close again. Her heat blew across her body feeling like a sirocco, almost. Sir's middle finger slipped wetly into her tiny hole and her mind was suddenly scared. It felt good yes, but she still was frightened about sex there and he seemed to be saying he was going to open her for that later. So she tensed up. If his finger feels so big in there? What would a cock feel like? She wondered and it was a scary thought indeed. After she got used to his finger though, it felt very good there, she had to admit it to herself..

She began to get hotter still when he laid the next task before her. Oh sod it all! I'm supposed to think? I'm supposed to talk and explicitly? Bloody hell! She thought. Talk about impossible tasks. He kissed her which helped calm her mind a little but she still didn't speak.

Sir's fingers stopped then. Gwen whimpered. She wanted to please him but how could she do this? She started trying to think of something. Anything that would be acceptable to Sir, make him happy and make those fingers move. She spoke haltingly, pushing the words out was a labor that was intensely difficult.

"Um, okay, my security chef was in here recently. We were having some IP problems and security thought it was smoke screen for a breach on our data bases. He is nice looking. Dark eyes, brown hair short shorn and there is something about him. I don't expressly know what he likes to do intimately, but from the looks of him and his manner I'd say...Oh!"

She took some deep breaths. Sir had begun to move his fingers again. Making her very happy and very excited.

"I'd say, he had a dark side. Naturally his training would point to that but there is also just something dark about him. I've seen him at social functions and his women are a certain type. I think he likes to control them. In fact I think he likes to control everything as men tend to do." She stops and pants a few times trying to keep her mind on what she is supposed to be doing.

"Well Conal is someone I've had a few thoughts about. That he might one day just let his beast out with me. Even though I'm his employer. That he might bend me over the desk and run my obsidian letter opener over my skin. Using it to cut off my undergarments he would lift my skirts and hold my head down, kicking my legs apart like I was being arrested.

He would tell me I had to right to remain silent but he was betting he could make me scream. Then he'd laugh, menacingly in my ear. His hot breath tickling and making me squirm under him. He would have me pined to the desk by his body.

Slowly he would ease into my, um, vagina and then when he was comfortable he would start slamming into me, crushing me against the wood of my own desk in the ah, doggie style position. His clothes would still be on and most of mine as well. He would keep at it until we both came and then force me to clean him up but leave me disheveled and full of his taste, his juices leaking out of me. I would be there on my knees in front of my desk dripping."

She paused and her eyes got bigger. She felt like she was about to come but she wasn't talking, his thumb stopped. She took in some air.

"This one executive, we call him The Terminator because we send him into negotiations with another company and he always just keeps at them until we get the best deal we can, often better than we had projected or hoped for. As far as I know Charlie only works and works out. If fact he can often be seen doing both in the company gym on the fifth floor. Sweating, bulging and barking, that's what we say about Charlie.

If you didn't see him work out. You might never know though. With his suit on you can't tell. Naturally he has them tailored but he looks tall and thin. His hair hangs in cool little braids. Still he manages somehow to look professional, intelligent and intense. There is more to him though. A sense of serenity and I think, he genuinely likes me and people in general. His isn't married but Conal has informed me that he has a Caucasian girl friend who is very pregnant. They apparently plan to be married this month though I've never seen her in life, she is a nice looking girl in the shots Conal showed me.

At social functions he looks so cool and comfortable but he doesn't go to many. Sometimes when we are pouring over the latest targets to be acquired or cross over projects with other companies or governments we touch by accident. That is when I have thoughts.

I know he is strong enough to do this. Pick me up, like I weigh nothing, pulling up my skirts with one hand, then undoing his pants. Pulling down my panties, throwing them across the room and shoving his penis inside me. Forcing my legs around his waist. Walking with me that way until we hit the wall. My head bouncing off it hard. He would lean my back against the wall while he pounded into me hard. His mouth would make the front of my clothes wet from his biting and sucking through them. Then before he came he would pull out, lay me down on the floor and pump his juices all over me, ruining my clothes and in effect me. Then without a word he would gather his papers and just leave."

Once again she was feeling very close and she stopped talking. She had done what Sir had asked. She hoped he was pleased. It had been extremely hard. She felt his fingers still on her so maybe she had done okay. She so hoped she had.

 

[sagredo]

Sam said nothing but just started increasing the stimulation of her clitoris thus letting her know that she had 'passed' her test. But he also increased his finger's penetration of her ass. He knew that each further penetration would hurt at first but then, especially in conjunction with her clitoral excitement, would feel erotically better. He had determined that he would have her virgin ass (well, not completely virgin since she had already admitted to some penetration in the past).

"You did well Gwen", he said, "and now I want you to have a great orgasm. Just let go and enjoy it. We will plenty more today." Gwen did achieve her climax with a writhing and gasping from both pleasure and pain. Sam envied her her female sexual stamina--far greater than that of any male--and far greater still than his at this stage in life. But you could say that he got his back in erotic enjoyment--a mixture of mind and hormones, ideas and urges. The brain worked mightily to compensate for what hormones could no longer supply in such abundance. Gwen, had raging hormones aplenty.

In truth, Gwen had come up with no ideas that any normal male would not have come up with on his own. But to have her dredge up from the back of her mind where they were repressed and say them out loud, was an accomplishment of sorts. Mens minds were naturally filled with new and interesting ideas about what to do to women, how to subjugate them and make them feel subjugated. Women, expected to have things done to them and left it to the men to think of the methods. Their minds were filled with ways to allure the men into running after, lusting for the, and( not coincidentally, subjugating them as wives). Both sexes work in perfect harmony. Sam was learning again from Gwen that he shouldn't be asking her for erotic ideas that were his job (and pleasure) to create--do not ask a woman to do a man's job. She had her sexual job to do which was to remain alluring to him and take (even suffer) what his diry mind produced with even more alluring grace.

After she had calmed down in his arms, and with his finger still busily working in her ass, he said,

"Gwen, I've got to give you a bit of rest. I've got to let your glands resupply you with hormones. I know that will not take long and I have a great game for us to play as soon as you're ready. Until then, lets talk a bit about how much you are or are not enjoying our erotic games. In other words, I want some feedback from the customers. And one of the things that worries me is that I am much to tame for real needs. I know you have BDSM fantasies which make my little games appear as nothing. Am I treating you too gently? Too kindly? Am I requiring too too few services from you? Would you like to be called to crawl up and suck my cock more often or in more sophisticated ways? Would you like to play my slave? Should I be more selfish in my pleasure and 'use' you? Do you want to feel used and misused? Come now. Be honest with me. Compared to BDSM masters I read about, I think I am dwarfed in ferocity, and all their forms of 'masterliness'."

"And by the way, tell me when your ready for more--or, perhaps if you prefer a snack".

Poor Gwen, I thought, I am loading yet another task on her. But I will repay her--both of us-- with great pleasure.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen is pleased beyond measure when Sir tells her she has done well.

She looks with puzzlement at him about his latest task he has given to her.

"Sir if I were not enjoying our adventures, if they did not touch something deep inside me and thrill me. Well, I don't mean to offend but I simply wouldn't do any of this." She moves her hand to take in the entire office and perhaps everything she and he had done together. Then hugs him, clinging like a small frightened child to him.

"I hope that doesn't upset you Sir." She looks worried but sees something in his eyes, acceptance maybe? Straightening her back again, she sounds confused when she continues.

"How do you know I have BDSM fantasies, when I don't know that. What does BDSM even mean? What leads you to think I have such fantasies?" She shakes her head and furrows her brows one small vertical line forms between her eyes. She squeeses herself against him as if to seek comfort.

"I certainly don't consider you tame though sometimes you do treat me gently. To be honest I crave those times as much as I do your harsher demands of me or sex even. You games do not appear as nothing to me. They are challenging and exciting to me as you should be well aware of. I mean I get..." She blushes and her voice gets very low as if someone might overhear. "...wet and achy with your, or I'd like to think, our games."

She lowers her eyes but her voice becomes a bit stronger. "I do not think you are treating me too kindly or gently at all. I think you require plenty enough tasks for me and difficult ones as well, for me at least. I might like to um, orally please you, a bit more but is there a sophisticated way to do base things?" She chuckles a bit at that thought.

"Perhaps with one pinkie extended? I really am not sure what that would entail." She rushes on.

"I am not sure what being a slave would involve either. I don't like that word at all, so I don't know about that. As for being more selfish in your pleasure and using me, I'd have to say, that yes, you should do what would make you happiest, always, for I wish fervently, to make you as happy as my poor efforts possibly can. I would probably like to feel used but misused? No, that doesn't sound like something I would like at all. I am being honest with you Sir. I haven't read about BDSM masters though and I can't speak to that issue. I am woefully ignorant about such things. I can make it a point to study them if you wish Sir."

"I am nearly always ready for more and snacks are always nice!" She laughs gently.

 

[sagredo]

Listening to all this, Sam's face took on a look of mild astonishment. When Gwen finished accusing him, or so it seemed, of behavior and thoughts that were totally foreign to her, he mildly remonstrated:

"Gwen, darling, do you not remember that you yourself suggested that I tie you naked to some sort of frame in front of a window and do my will with you--you being unable to resist and therefore completely innocent of sin. That is a scenario straight from a BDSM handbook, so naturally, I thought that is what inspired you. If you thought it up all by yourself, well, all the more credit to you! But even so, it did suggest to me--and I apologize for the error in judgment--that you did harbor some such thoughts. And then again, a simple and innocent explanation is perhaps that you had come across such material by chance and forgotten it at a conscious level and only dredged it up at my insistence.

"As for sophisticated oral service, I thought your tongue in my ass was quite a sophisticated treatment. Where did you learn that technique by the way? And if you want to lift your pinkie next time you do it, that would look great.

"Your idea about studying some BDSM seems to me to be a good idea. Perhaps we can study it together and figure out if we would like to try it out? There is plenty of material on the net. Can I ask you to bring some to our next meeting and we will begin a deconstruction of its meaning, inner, outer, and deeper!

"Now, it has occurred to me that your idea of some bondage might be a good idea because, simply, I intend to have your lovely ass today. I yearn to pin you to the wall through your little hole. And I know that will require preparation to minimize any discomfort you will feel. Binding you during the preparation will aid me to get this done as quickly and painlessly as possible. For that purpose, I happen to have bought and brought with me an assortment of artificial penises of all sizes which I will insert as carefully as possible to widen you (and pleasure you while doing so). And while they do their thing, I will do other things to you to also take your mind off any discomfort you may feel.

"Doesn't that sound exciting for both of us? Now, be a sweetheart and take of all your clothes so that I can put you in the right position. Will you do that for me? Can you? I know I am asking a lot from you but--as you said--you do wish to be used and to give me pleasure in every possible way!"

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen trembled a little because it seemed he was somewhat unhappy at her words. She had tried to speak honestly and make sure he understood that she found their time together very wonderful but she had said something wrong and he didn't like it.

"I didn't know, I never thought, you just asked me something humiliating I think and that is the first thing that came to mind. I'm sorry. There's a hand book? Should we get it? Or do you have it already? Now so, that is, BDSM and what exactly do the letters stand for? I'm sorry though, I don't know where that came from. I think things sometimes, see or hear things but I don't know where they come from." She felt bad now. She was wrong. Her thoughts were wrong. In his eyes they were and maybe he thought she had lied. She pulled her knees up while still in his lap, hugged them and felt very worried.

In a very small voice, her face turning pink. "I didn't learn that anywhere. I just felt like doing it, that way but, you, liked it, right?" Her eyes are wide now and her pupils tiny. Huge green orbs look up at him.

"Sure I can do a search, print some things out and bring them next time." She didn't know how she felt now. Talking about next time was both reassuring, in that there would be one and also, terrifying because at any time he might just walk out and this time would be over. Then he talks about taking her ass. She clenches up with fear. Gwen also feels happy. However much she disappointed him, he is not done with her yet today. She likes the idea of being pinned to the wall or tied up but still true anal sex is something most frightening. At least he is going to do it gradually and work up.

Gwen does want to please Sir. So letting down her knees and moving off of his lap she stands. She carefully undresses. Gwen takes a moment here and there to do so provocatively. To tease him a bit while looking in his eyes. Inside she is all trembles so frightened of being penetrated by him back there and of disappointing him. She is so small there and she knows how large he is. Compared to a finger, she just isn't sure but she will do her best for Sir. She smiles at him, hoping so very much that she can please him with her undressing, with her body and her small hole that he seems to want.