Erotic Encounters

[FurryFury]

She was so relieved and happy. Her clung to Sir and cried tears of happiness. He was nice about it but then it was time to get ready and go.

Gwen had dried her tears and washed her face then carefully reapplied her short standard makeup routine. She smoothed her clothes, then rejoined Sir to walk out to the limo.

Sir began to speak and Gwen listened carefully.

He finished with, "...I really do want to spank this grown lady's luscious ass tonight."

She lowered her eyes and smiled happily even while blushing.

"I can think about them and talk about spankings, and well most things better, now that I know how you feel." She responds.

"It seems to me there might be more than one kind of spanking. Those done for punishment and those done simply for pleasure. If you get pleasure from it as do I, I'm not at all certain we need pretenses for that. Indeed I believe if we were to pretend, that would lead to me helping you supply reasons for "punishment." Meaning I would deliberately disobey your directives. I can tell you right now, I haven't ever done that. Any mistakes I've made were either from miss understanding what you communicated to me that you wanted, being too inhibited, forgetting or what have you. I hope you hear and believe me on this now, they were not truly deliberate mistakes at all. I have absolutely being trying to please you. In part because I want to. Also because I never knew when you might throw me away or stop things, making me leave." She continues.

"I will be happy to follow your plan and wishes tonight. I know you will enjoy it. It will also make be burn. Yes, I would like the little girl treatment as well, Sir." She says smiling and looking up to him as they get out of the limo.

Once in the office she immediately dropped her eyes. She waited for Sir to take his seat, watching from her small allowed vision and listening for clues he had done so.

She then crawled over to him, lifted her skirt and made her presentation the way he had taught her.

"Sir, I have erred. You directed that I wear frilly under garments and I put on a thong. Please give me correction. I humbly beg for correction. Please spank me Sir." She said. Her voice became increasingly more emotional as she went on.

 

[sagredo]

"Very good, very good!" Sam said as she completed her approach. "You have remembered everything you were taught. Your ass is as high as a flagpole and looks so deliciously tempting I want to everything at once to it."

Sam impetuously grabbed her around the waist, lifted her behind to his face, kissed both cheeks and then kissed her tender pussylips. He would have tongued her right then and tthere but he didn't want to spoil her. First she must pass her correction exercises corfrectly.

"Now a girl is spanked by lying over the lap (tell me if I should call myself daddy. I will if you like) so crawl up here and arrange yourself."

After child-Gwen had arranged herself properly, Sam had the pleasure of lifting her skirt, lowering her panties, and making a closer visual inspection of her womanly behind at his leasure.

"Now Gwen, I don't know what you have been used to, but a good spanking in my view must actually hurt. You will shout out the count. Ten hard ones and then go to the corner and wait till you areready for more. Please keep your skirts up high so I may have pleasure of looking at you. Tell me when you are ready--your ass should have cooled a bit and the pain subsided. When you are ready for more, ask to be let back and I will give you ten more. And so on--

"You may wonder how it ends. The answer is, when you cry. I know you do not like to cry, but if you do cry I know you are properly punished and I will have the added pleasure of kissing your tears away.

"You may begin"

 

[FurryFury]

She waited Sir's pleasure and commands but none came.

Suddenly Gwen was lifted and no longer on solid ground.

She felt him kiss and lick her. Immediately she felt hotter.

Eagerly did she crawl up on his lap and arrange herself.

"Sir you can call yourself Daddy. I would like that." She murmurs in a reticent manner.

She feels him lift her skirt that had fallen and lower her panties.

She heard his words. There were many things she wanted to say or ask him but she couldn't, not in this mode. So she merely nodded and tried not to tense up for the blows she knew must come. The ones that she wanted. She tried not to think about his cock which she could feel under her. She just tried to make sure she understood his instructions.

What he said had chilled her. Normally nothing meant to, could make her cry. She was far more likely to laugh when she should cry. Tonight she had already been crying for joy. That was a good crying. A bad crying was terrifying. Absolutely terrifying and she felt uncalled for because she had not meant to err and these spankings were supposed to be for their pleasure really.

Then she realized it didn't matter. All she had to do was not cry. She could get what she and he both wanted again and again. Just as long as she did not cry.

Whack! The fleshy smack sounded loud in the office.
"One!" Gwen screamed on cue
Whack!
"Two!"
Whack!
"Three!"
Whack!
"Four!"
Whack!
"Five!"
Whack!
"Six!"
Whack!
"Seven!"
Whack!
"Eight!"
Whack!
"Nine!"
Whack!
"Ten!"

Reluctantly she went to the corner and stood there holding her skirt high, her bottom looking red and feeling stingy. She was so excited she didn't know how much she could take.

She waited a few minutes tried to calm her breathing. Then said, "May I seek correction again now Sir?"

 

[sagredo]

Sam was aware that there were right and wrong ways to spank and he wanted to take care that he did no damage. He spread her legs slightly so that his blows fell slightly toward the inside of her thighs but not on her sexual parts and well away from her sciatic nerve. Then he began and she shouted out the numbers as ordered.

Spanking was so complex an erotic phenomenon, both for males and females, that it always excited his wonder as well as his erotic enjoyment. At the simplest level, he just loved the feel of female flesh under his hand, its bounciness and softness. He also knew that hitting her there was a stand-in for penetrating her--an alternate form of fucking. Most complex of all was the feelings of sexual domination, of her willingness to be dominated, of her value as a human being that which enhaced the value of her willingness and therefore of himself in commanding it.

He knew that she wanted to be dominated by a man she respected (and he had his theories of why that was within a woman's psyche), and that the domination was enhanced by the humiliation of her position. But also that as a woman she felt pride in doing this, in giving this to someone she respected, of her ability to act as, she felt, a woman should act. Of course many, many women did not fell that way at all.

But then there was the whole incestuous part to it that made Sam very uncomfortable. Her interactions with her father, including spankings, had strong incestuous components to it coupled with feelings of guilt and therefore a welcoming of pain. He did not know if he should cater to these incestuous feeling that were already well established within her. But did he have a choice?

But Sam had a more immediate problem; he knew she wanted pain--to what degree was uncertain. And it was clear she would resist tears with all her energy. This put him in a painful spot--not her but him!! He liked to spank ladies, to humilate and dominate them, to encourage their desire to obey him, all this, but he did not like to hurt women, he wanted no part in beating a woman.

He had foolishly put in this crying business in their transaction without thinking it through and now he was stuck with it.

As he watched her in he corner catching her breath and exposing herself to him he was beginning to desperately try to think of an out. The little vixen, he thought to himself, has outsmarted me again. When she gamely came back for more. He resumed spanking with a heavy heart. He carefully watched to see if her spirit might be broken or if her skin might be broken. He also began to think of ways to soothe her skin after all this was over.

 

[FurryFury]

It was her third time to beg to be allowed back on his lap for spanking. Her bottom was feeling hotter and bruised but she loved it. She just had two problems. Sir wanted her to cry and she wanted to be fucked. Spankings are all well and good but she wanted him inside her too, in fact she was so hot she was nearly desperate for him to fill her. The thing was, she didn't want to cry. She never wanted to cry ever. She began to try to figure out how to give Sir what he wanted. What she could deal with? She remembered her sobs of joy from before. That was it. She was happy, truly happy, that he had declared his connection to her should never be broken. She was thrilled by that. Tears began to well in her eyes.

Whack!
"One!" Gwen yelled on cue
Whack!
"Two!" She thought about how wonderful it was that he would do this for her, the spankings.
Whack!
"Three!" Gwen thought about how she had let him take her tiny star for the first time.
Whack!
"Four!" She thought about the fact that she had confided many of her worst fantasies to him.
Whack!
"Five!" Sir had not rejected her. He had told her he wanted her always.
Whack!
"Six!" He had agreed to call himself Daddy for her.
Whack!
"Seven!" She thought about how he made her feel so alive and sexy.
Whack!
"Eight!" She thought about how she had felt dead, so much of the time, before meeting Sir.
Whack!
"Nine!" She thought about what life from here on might be like.
Whack!
"Ten!" She began to sob again, tears flowing freely but it was a joyful emotional cataclysm of her spirit. Her stomach and shoulders shook and the tears covered her face and dripped onto the floor.

She stood and started to go to her corner, confused now, but happy.

 

[sagredo]

When Sam saw her start to cry on her way back to her corner, he heaved a big sigh of relief.
"Stop!" He cried. Go to your private washroom and bring me a jar of one of your face creams"
When Gwen scurred back he had pulled down his pants and ordered her to straddle him fact to face in the chair. Her legs were around his waist and her red backside was elevated between his legs.

"Gwen, guid my cock into you your little treasure box and then snuggle up as close to me as you can. His cock slid deeply into her. Then he poured some cream on his hands and started to gently massage her backside while face to face he kissed her tears away.

Round and round his large hands went and further and further into her rear end.
"I kiss your face, and then you kiss mine. And we keep pushing as hard as we can so my cocks nuggles deeper and deeper into you. And as we do that, I will soften and soothe your skin and ass.

After things proceed he finally leaned back so that she was now straddling him and above him. He started pumping upward.

"Now your duty is again to shout the numbers. Each number is a fuck thrust. Or you can shout deeper or less deep and regulate my finger up your ass. You will guide me, your instrument, in making you come. And I will have the additional pleasure of watching you do it and hearing you shout out your little fucks. Of course if you are too embarrassed to say the dirty word, you get no fucks and no climax.

Gwen was eager to carry out orders, and soon came. And soon after, so did Sam, filling her plentifully.

But Sam was not yet finished with her. He had an important experiment to run.
"We now must test one of your fantasies to better understand its meaning. Get on the floor in front of me, on you knees, as do as I say."

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen is happy to have given Sir what he wanted. She felt lucky to have been able to think of a way to do so and eagerly went to get the cream from her bathroom. She selected a soothing tasteless and scentless cream that she preferred.

When she came back she had to smile for even without looking up she could tell Sir had his pants down. Eagerly did she climb up face to face and straddle his lap. She was still sobbing. It was hard to stop once she started.

She did as he said, her legs going around his back, she guided him inside her and shuddered. Finally. She thought. She had needed him there and finally he was there. She snuggled close and moved on him pumping up and down.

He started cooling her bottom, putting the cream on and rubbing it in. He also kissed her tears and licked them. Each act of kindness broke her a little more, made her more alive.
She still couldn't stop crying. Now she wanted to. She knew she must look horrible. It was a wonder Sir could stand to look at her much less kiss her.

Each time he kissed her, she following his instructions kissed him. She loved that. It was perfection. She cried harder.

She tried to listen to his instructions but inside she shrunk a little, she couldn't do that, could she? She feels more pieces of her align and give way. Number's she could do, barely. Dirty words, she could write and read but to say, to shout, out loud? She felt crushed.

She did what she could, what she had to and it got a little easier as she went along. She stopped crying. She got closer and closer and then felt her body go over into bliss. She screamed and hugged Sir close while her body fluttered on and around him like a dying animal. She felt him quicken then flood her with his essence.

Gwen got on the floor as Sir had told her and waited in both excitement and fear. With Sir she never knew what was coming next.

 

[sagredo]

SAm looked at Gwen at his feet and said
"Gwen, I am trying to find my way with you and am having difficulty. Certain things men and women do with each other in erotic play especially between a dominant man and submissive woman are fairly standard and we have both enjoyed doing them. But such a relationship is open ended. How far can it go? Where should it go? Where do we both want it to go? I must make these decisions with certain unusual handicaps.

The handicaps arise from two sources. One is that I do not want to make us into what is an almost standard type of Master Submissive pairing which can be found all over the internet. So I must find a new and different path for us. The other source of my difficulty is that I get very mixed signals from you and the fantasy you are obsessed with. Yet from these signals I must fashion relations between us that we will both enjoy.

In particular, there are many acts you describe in your fantasy which at one point you indicate are forced upon you and horrify you and torture you with their presence in your thoughts. These same acts you sometimes give the indication of wanting to do and also saying that you would never really do.

In more than one scene you clean lick clean the residue of male and female excretions. This is something that I personally never encountered in my life nor imagined anyone wanting to do. Yet I do read all the time about women who claim these things, these tastes are wonderful and these acts are exciting, pleasureful or whatnot. I have no idea, because of your mixed signals of where you stand. Where the real you--the highly sexed lady who is however constrained in expressing herself in order to keep the good opinions of myself or others.

There is nothing intrinsically wrong with such licking behavior. I doubt if I would indulge in it but if you wanted to do it to me I could easily learn to enjoy it and would not think less of you for it. And if such things are kept out of our erotic play, and you did want it, deeply inside of you, then neither of us will have achieved our full potential in eroticism. You will get bored and unsatisfied with me and I, quite possibly with you. I don't want this to happen. I want to keep you.

So I must ask you outright and you must be brave enough to answer with honesty, whether--and I am sorry but this must sound crude, there is no other way around it--do you wish to lick me clean as you have thought about doing to countless other men, unknown to you and indescribably cruel to you, and filthy to boot. I am sorry, I have no other way to ask."

Sam at this point felt miserable beyond words and he wondered whether he would get any words back from Gwen. He wondered if she knew her own heart and if so, had the courage to speak it.

 

[FurryFury]

"May I assume at this point I can sit normally and talk to you as an equal and not as a submissive then?" Gwen asked.

Seeing him raise a hand to indicate that was allowed, she sat near him in a chair smoothing her clothes and crossing her ankles. She put her hands in her lap and straightened her spine. Gwen looked into Sam's eyes.

"I'm sorry you are perceiving mixed signals from me. I am a human being. I am a complex personality. I readily admit that I can't perfectly quantify every single thing I might someday do or not do with you. I will tell you, that a huge amount of my fantasies I never plan to do nor do I seek out." She lowered her eyes for a moment, swallowing and then looked back up.

"I will always be as clear as I can with you. I have to say that we have already done so much more than I ever expected to. We have covered a huge amount of things in what is, a very short period of time. For me it's been a time of great clashing of emotions. I've been thrilled and excited. I can't say I will ever become bored with the things we have so far done. I think it would be wise to be careful to not always try to reach for higher and more outlandish things. Frankly it distresses me that you talk so soon after saying you would like to keep me of growing bored with me and not doing so." Her voice broke a little, she held her hand while she struggled to control herself, indicating that she wanted him to bear with her and that she had more to say. Calming herself she began to speak again.

"Honestly at least 75% of the things in my fantasies are not things I would ever want to do. I have no particular desire to "clean" by licking something that is dirty. I do not find my own fluids remotely palatable. Perhaps this is because I am only interested in men. I think we have already achieve most of the things I desire to experience in real life. That may disappoint you. Some other things that I have interest in, I could never do. Public outings for instance, multiple people. I don't think I could ever do those things but yes a part of me is drawn to that. I can't though." She tries to smile and fails.

"So yes you may soon be bored with me. I would try to lick you if you truly wished it and ordered me too. I do not want to be demeaned in real life. I do not want to be treated that way. I don't know why my fantasies are like that except what we talked about at the hotel. In most cases my fantasies are just that, fantasy and so very not what I want. Them there are the sweet ones. The picnics and romantic ones. Those I would very much like to do." She says and shrugged again her elegant shoulders before settling back in her chair once again looking in control but fearful.

 

[sagredo]

Sam listened carefully to what Gwen said. He loved the way she held herself. He could enjoy himself just watching her like that. He loved the way she expressed herself. her earnestness, dignity, her grace of expression. His immediate inclination was, as so many times before, to just sweep her in his arms and led the whole incident dissolve in memory. Or else, sweep her feet up from her ladylike position, overturn her and fuck her spread legs until they both came. This he may well have done were it not for the fact that he was no longer a young stud and his cock was still limp.

But as he thought some more he came to a conclusion which shocked him and, he knew, would also shock Gwen. He hesitated, but the more he thought about it, the more he believed in it.

"Gwen, you have fantasized about licking cocks clean a good part of your like and it is part of your way to make yourself orgasm. Someone would have to be an idiot not to see that it is something that fascinates you, that erotically stimulates you, but that you are ashamed and scared to carry through. You are especially scared to try it on me because, as in the dream, I am now the father figure, which both tempts you, to do such things and vilifies you for actually doing them.

"I thought it significant also that you said that you would do it if I insisted. You could said a flat no. Call it if you wish your desire to please me by doing whatever I ask, and think that is true, but there is also an element of wanting to try it out. And you should. The damned vision has occupied your mind daily almost all your life--it should exorcised. It need not ever be repeated but it should be realized, its reality exposed to experience at least once.

"I know that if you do it, and even more, if you enjoy it, I will not feel one whit less of you. Do not let that fear stop you. I will probably enjoy it; you well might. And we should both approach it not as some fearful quasi-religious ceremony or initiation or test, but lightly, happily, unafraid, inquisitively. To do this for a crowd of men in public as in your fantasy is one thing, but to do it with and for your lover, in private, for the enjoyment of both is quite another---and by the way, it is no less 'dirty' than sticking your pretty little tongue in your lover's ass.

"So, Gwen, I ask you to please go at it, at my shrunken cock (poor cute little thing, right?). Clean it off lovingly, suck on it to encourage to grow and let's see what comes of it and of you. (If you want, put me in heaven and pay attention to my ass also) And whatever does come, the sky will not fall, nor will you, one inch, in my eyes. I swear to it."

"And give it a fair chance. If you do it saying I hate this, I hate this continually while doing it. You will. If you way, maybe I like it, then maybe you will. If you consider it the utmost in degradation and are mad at me for degrading you, then you have not learned what I have been trying to teach you about degradation and a lady's attitude towards it. But I will not get into that lecture now.

Sam put on a big encouraging and warm smile, not at all sure that she would follow through not only in the acts he asked of her, but more importantly for her, in the attitudes she assumed pujblicly and privately in and to herself.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen looked at Sam. Her heart thudding. She shook her head and recoiled a bit.

"Wait a minute. I said I wished to be able to have sex without my fantasies. Yes. That I wanted to be able to not think and just enjoy pure sensation and sweet romantic sex, I also said. If you think that my fantasies need to be exorcised and the way to do that is to do every single thing in them, then we may run into some difficulties. Will I try things for you? In most cases, I will try. However there are many things in my fantasies I flat out do not want to do in real life please here me on that. I will do now what you ask, or try to."

With that said, Gwen went back down on the floor and over to Sir crawling. She stuck out her tongue tentatively. Her face tensed. Her own taste was not a good one to her senses.
Yet she tried to relax and continue. She tried to focus on Sir. Not herself and her revulsion to her own juices on him. Slowly as she got him clean she began to enjoy the sensation of his cock growing and jerking to her tender care. She moved lower and lavered his testicles, sucking them gently, one at a time. Moving lower still she ran her tongue around his little hole getting it wet and relaxed. She went inside after a time, alternating back and forth. She continued like that for a long time. Waiting for her next cue from him wondering if he could come from this alone. Gwen reached up and stroked his now very hard cock.

 

[sagredo]

Sam knew he had asked a lot of Gwen. She had stuck to her vow of submissiveness and performed as he had asked, performed very well indeed, but she had also been angry at him at the start. She performed despite the anger, and now was kneeling before him, looking towards him, really, looking for love and approval.

And this he could not deny her. Each time she submitted to him, to his requests, submitted with grace and dignity (although her expression of anger could have been avoided, phrased differently--no matter, they were both imperfect and both learning), she bound his heart to hers. Their bodies and hearts were already bound together.

Whether this evenings exorcism would have an effect only time would tell, and it would have to be re-enforced in many ways in any case. And she was still not behind his attempts to help her, but he had put her through a lot today, and now was not the time to test her even more.

He rose from his chair and had Gwen rise with him. The slowly and lovingly began to undress her, Enjoying the sight of her in different stages of undress. He pulled off her stockings, her panties, God knows what else, it was all so complicated. She would have to give him a lecture some day on the names and functions of all her underclothes. And as he proceded she started to do the same to him. Doubtless not as an exciting task.

Then when they stood naked before one another, he softly drew her to the floor, hugged her for while to enjoy the warmth and closeness of her flesh, and then arranged them both to in the 69 position. Her legs enclosed his head which faced upwards into all her privates and he slowly and lovingly, kissed, licked and smelled her every spot. He accepted every sight, taste and smell. They were all part of Gwen. She, having done her job already, mainly took his member in her mouth and sweetly sucked it.

Sam made sure she came first by suddenly attacking and rubbing her clitoris between his teeth --sometimes not so gently. She convulsed in pleasure and flooded is face and, whether she intended or not, swallowed his ejaculation which soon followed.

Thus their evening ended in mutual satisfaction. Sam escorted her home, (for she had to work the next day), and promised to call soon to plan for their next erotic encounter.

 

[FurryFury]

She waited for Sir. He had given her a signal to stop and now she waited to find out why, also if he were pleased or not.

He rose up and pulled her with him. He began to take off her clothes. She smiled. Ah, he must be pleased then? She thought.

He took off her gray Valentino suit blazer, then the skirt. He undid her navy silk blouse, pulling it off. Her La Perla flesh colored with black lace corset, was next to fall the unlacing , taking up no small amount of time. He took off the black thong that had so displeased him and undid the garter belt taking it up from her nude hued silk stockings. He pulled the stockings off going down on his knees before her, and slipping off her business pumps too. Then pulled the garter belt down her body slowly.

She undressed him at the same time and was able to proceed far more quickly than he, for he had on less than she did.

He pulled her to the floor and hugged her. She relaxed and snuggled with him. He moved them into the position of an endless circle. She drew on him again with her mouth and tongue. Her lips sucking at him and pulling. She tried hard to concentrate on him and his pleasure, but he made it hard, distracting her as he was, with his mouth all over her. When he played roughly and rhythmically with her clit, she was lost and came hard for him. She felt him shoot into her a short time later and was happy to have pleased him despite her great distraction.

She snuggled into his arms in the limo and felt both happy and sad. What had been said between them and done today was mostly, wonderful, but now it was ending which felt nearly unbearable. He promised to call soon. She hoped he would, it couldn't been soon enough for her.

She drew a death breath and kissed him goodbye, trying not to cry, though she felt a great need to do so. I have fallen, she thought to herself. I wonder will my landing be hard or soft? She chuckled because it was always less painful laugh than to cry.

Inside this house, she took care of immediate business with a heavy heart forcing herself to concentrate. Then prepared for the next day.

Before she went to bed she prepared an e-mail.

Dearest Sir,

This weekend and today with you, I was opened and stretched, broken and mended. Thank you for your care, time and attention. I can't wait to see you again. You are my heart and I feel empty without you.

Yours truly,

Gwen

She hesitated over the send button, her eyes misting and mind racing. There was so much to say but she was inadequate to the task as were any words. She closed her eyes and pressed send.

She turned off the computer and went to bed. She expected to toss fitfully but instead she went right to sleep and had vivid dreams.

In one of her dreams, she was sick and dirty, traveling a lot on foot. Sam was a firefighter. he was with a colleague and they were about to test something out which would make a huge fireball.

For some reason Sam and his pal a female, couldn’t get it to work or something and kept changing the direction they were aiming at. Until finally, it was pointing at Gwen, down the dirt road she was coming closer to them on. She was terrified and fell down with her arms and hands up as if that could ward off a massive fireball coming at her.

When the two of them finally saw her, Sam came to Gwen, helped her up but she was weak and sick. Sam wanted to take her to a hospital or call some of the paramedics but she begged him not to.

Gwen wanted to get clean. So Sam and his girl took Gwen to some communal showers. They directed her to one. She was pretty embarrassed. There were no shower curtains but Sam insisted. She took off her clothes with the two of them watching and it felt wrong, illicit somehow. The hot spray though, it took everything away eventually, all the fears the embarrassment. Gwen was just hypnotized by it. She started washing her hair and it felt so good. She was glad there was soap and shampoo already there that someone had left.

She rinsed her hair out, lathering it over and over, until she finally felt it was clean. Then she lathered up some body wash soap in her hands. She was wishing that she had a razor. Gwen was starting to get embarrassed again. Her hands held all these lovely soap bubbles and she was about to start on her armpits but Sam shut the water off. Gwen was upset. A small protesting moan came from her throat and then she started to fall. She was so weak.

Sam lifted her up and laid Gwen down on a slab like counter that had some sinks in it, on one end. Then he began to wash her gently. She felt it. She was shocked. Yet if felt so good, and nice. His friend left. Suddenly Gwen had on her clothes again and Sam was taking them off while she was not conscious. Then he kissed her. The care he had taken, the control Sam took, the kiss all coursed through her. Gwen felt like his thrall. She woke, her whole body bowing up to Sam.

She woke in real life to, feeling confused and sad but also like she had just been very near an orgasm.

She drank some water and hugged her pillow tight. Thinking about her dream over and over, trying to puzzle it out, she drifted off again until the mornings light.

 

[sagredo]

Sam could not stop thinking of Gwen. He began planning their next erotic encounter immediately. It had to be planned carefully since it was going to be in her office during a regular work day. The added danger, the fear of being suspected, much less being seen, doing things with Sam by her employees, would add an extra erotic thrill.

Of course he could not let her be humiliated under any circumstances in front of others. So he had to plan very carefully. He also had to give her her instructions in completely clear terms as to what she should do when he arrived. Email was the surest way as long as it was safe from the eyes of others. So the first thing he did was to write her and find a secure address to send her her erotic instructions.

That having been done, this is what he wrote:

Dearest Gwen,

I will arrive tomorrow at your office at about lunch time when I assume most of your employees will be out eating. I will be a prospective client whose arrival you have already told your employees to expect. When I arrive, I will be shown into your office and you will tell whomever you are supposed to tell that you are not to be disturbed for this important meeting. Perhpas there is a way to prevent your door from inadvertently being opened(?)

When we are alone, I will sit in the large comfortable chair I used this weekend. You will take on your usual submissive manner towards me. When I give you the signal, you will slowly undress before me. I want to see you in just your bra, panties, stockings, heels, and garters. You shall stand before me and await my instructions.

I will enjoy the visual feast, and play with you in all sorts of disgusting and dirty ways. I hope your panties will be more interesting than the the last pair. I will also ask you to parade about a bit and watch those hips a breasts in motion.

Gwen darling, I sincerely hope that you will approach this also in the spirit of playful fun that I have tried to teach you to think in terms of. It is merely an erotic game we play. We play on our inner desires as men and women and know what we are doing. We play, I with my sense of power and lust, you with joy in your feminine powers over me, in your enjoyment of playing the pure creature being forced into erotic, poses,....whatever it is that turns you ladies on.

When I am finished with this preliminary play, at which point we should both be hot, (and I will check your panties to make sure you are and rectify it if you are not), we will both be ready for the main course.

Now I have a plan for getting around your delicacy in using men's foul language ( at least to their face). I will prepare a menu with numbered courses. For example #1 might be "Please Sir, I would liked to be fucked in the ass". And so on. You look over the menu and can order what you please. Like " Sir, I would like number 5". You can order more than one depending on your hunger and my abilities. We then proceed with our 'meal'. Perhaps there will time for dessert.

You can therefore be ladylike and demure at all times and we can have the grandest fun. Please prepare things accordingly. I will visit your office tomorrow.

Your very passionate lover,

Sam

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen arose and got ready for work the next day. Her body had that sore and languorous feeling of having been well used. She smiled to herself. As soon as she was downstairs, like a teenaged school girl, she checked her computer, hoping but not really expecting, to find anything from Sir.

Her face broke into a huge grin when she saw his e-mail. She immediately followed his instructions and set up a separate and secret e-mail account for her Erotic directives to come to from Sir. She sent him and e-mail to let him know she had completed his task.

Whilst eating breakfast, she mused over what had to be done that day and what Sir might send her or when. She spooned more clotted cream on her scone and smiled. Finishing her tea, fresh peaches, and scones, she brushed her teeth, checked her clothing, grabbed her valise and got into the limo.

Never one to waste time, she worked in the limo, pulling down reports from her laptop computer and being to analyze the potential in a take over of a fabric manufacturer.

She couldn't help but check her erotic account but there were no e-mails yet. She sighed. Making notes about the takeover margin and other key elements in play that day, she wondered how long it would take before Sir contacted her again.

She put her lap top away, after saving everything, and walked into her office building. Her valise was heavy with the lap top in it but she was used to it. The handles on it were, thankfully, very strong.

She waved and smiled as various employees spoke to her on her way in. Some waylaid her for a quick consult about whatever matter they were working on. It seemed to her, most of these people needed her to do the simplest things. Bloody hell, most of what they ask me about is obvious, or should be! She groused silently to herself.

She chugged through a day of meetings, reports and consults, keeping her computer on and one window on the erotic account. Whenever she had time she'd surf over to that window and refresh it, her heart beating fast with anticipation then want to groan when nothing was there.

Gwen was in the middle of a meeting with some of her Asian subsidiary executives, when she idly and in an automatic way flipped back to her erotic account. The meeting had become some what boggled and she was letting them air out their concerns before, telling them the way it would be. She found if people think you listen and consider what they have to say, things go easier when you issue your directives even if it is counter to their wishes. She was tired of listening though. So she flipped over to the erotic account, refreshed it and flipped back.

Suddenly she sat up straighter. Her eyes went wide there had been an e-mail! She just was so used to seeing an empty box she nearly missed it. She flipped back and opened the e-mail with a smile. Reading through the first time quickly her heart thudding making a tattoo on her soul, the men looked up and had noticed her lack of attention. She stood up and met their eyes stating firmly.

"Gentlemen, I will think on your words. We will meet back in two days time. At that time, I will listen to any thoughts that have come up in the meantime and give you my final deliberation. Thank you for you ideas, check with Celeste on your way out, she will tell you when I am free for the next meeting, in the meantime, enjoy the city." She bowed formally and watched them file out.

Immediately, she went back to her e-mail and re-read it slowly, savoring each word and expression of caring, she smiled softly. She intercom-ed Celeste to tell her to juggle her schedule so she would be free the entire next afternoon. She did not worry about what would have to be put on hold. Her world would survive, it always did, only with more demands that were all the more critical.

She paced her office thinking of how best to arrange things. Calling her favorite caterer she ordered in a nice light lunch of nibbles and wine for the next day. Calling maintenance she had them come install a good lock on her door.

Gwen sent an e-mail back to Sir.

Dearest Sir,

I was thrilled to get your e-mail and can't wait to see you tomorrow. All will be in readiness as you have requested. I look forward to this with great anticipation. Your lack of presence in my daily routine leaves my heart feeling empty and cracked. Now you will be here, refilling and repairing it. Thank you for this plan of yours, the care and thought you use and so much more.

Yours truly,

Gwen

She finished the rest of the day out and rode home thinking over her wardrobe of under things. Trying to decide what Sir would like best.

Gwen ate a supper of Ajo Blanco con Uvas, a cold soup with green grapes, almonds and garlic, salmon pin wheel sandwiches and a nice Pinot Gris.

After supper she checked her computer for anything she still needed to do, then went upstairs to bathe, brush and floss, and pick out her clothes for the next day.

In the morning she dressed carefully for him. She went to work with an extra set of clothes and a bright smile on her normally stoic face.

She watched the clock restlessly all day. Suddenly it was time. She wondered if he meant noon straight up or not. She cleared her desk, checked her e-mail and paced, waiting for her beloved Sir.

 

[sagredo]

When Sam got Gwen's charming email, he immediately began to think about his dress--because in his career, he had rarely had to dress in any formal manner for work. He had been an academic, the sort who never had to wear a tie, jacket, or even have a shine on his shoes.

So, the next morning, he had a pair of his shoes (relatively new) shined, found a tie lurking somewhere in his closet, and put on one of the three suits he he had on hand to use when giving more formal talks at meetings. He hoped he would pass!

He arrived at Gwen's office building carrying, in his briefcase, the papers that would be so important in this meeting. He had spent the evening before preparing them with perhaps even more care, and certainly with more passion, than he usually took for his research reports. Sam was exactly on time; he was rarely late for any engagement and he certainly did not want to be late for this one.

Introducing himself to the secretary in Gwen's outer office, she showed him in. Exercising the greatest of control, he said his hellos and shook the hand that Gwen offered him. The door was quietly closed by the secretary, whereupon, not being able to control himself any longer, he insisted on kissing her immediately (and carefully wiped his lips to remove any lipstick, just in case).

"Well" he said in a hearty voice "lets get down to business immediately, shall we? We have a lot of interesting material to cover this afternoon!" And since nothing further had to be said by him at that point, he simply walked over to his chair, sat, and silently indicated to Gwen that she should begin as planned.

 

[FurryFury]

She was near her door when she heard her beloved one speaking with Celeste. They doors were great and thick so she had them cracked open a bit in order to be alert for his arrival. She smiled and stepped back waiting with great anticipation.

He looked quite spiffy in his suit and all, he even had a briefcase with him. She smiled warmly to him in front of Celeste and held out her hand as she would for any business meeting.

"Celeste, bring in the food and after that I don't want to be disturb until further notice." She said.

Celeste nodded and closed the door behind her. Sir took her then. To possession of her lips and she melted with his searing kiss.

He carefully wiped her lip stick away. She hoped because he knew Celeste would be back and not because he disliked it.

"Well" he said in a hearty voice "lets get down to business immediately, shall we? We have a lot of interesting material to cover this afternoon!"

He sat on "his" chair." She walked to and sat back down behind her desk looking as regal as a queen. Her eyes were warm when she held Sam's eyes, thinking of what they had done in this office before in the very chair he now sat in.

"Yes Sir and we shall, I just want to make sure all is in readiness so we are not disturbed." She said lowering her eyes.

Celeste returned spreading out the things on a credenza for them. Gwen walked to her and stopped the woman's ministrations. "It's fine Celeste, thank you, I'll take care of the rest, just remember no disturbances." Celeste was almost out the door when Gwen added. "Oh and you may go home early today, just as soon as you finish your work, this will not be a late night. Thanks for you good work."

Celeste beamed. "Thank you, Ms. Davies."

"Not at all dear." Gwen said arranging the food and drinks.

There was a good bit on the steaming cart. She turned back to Sir. "Would you like lunch now or later? I got dim sum, tea and plum wine for us here. The steam cart will keep it hot if you prefer. We have a great deal to sample when you are ready. She said walking to the large cherry wood double doors and using the new schlage double bolt lock, turning the key.

"We have fried taro cake, sticky rice in lotus leaf, steamed scallop dumplings, chew choi fun gor, fried bean curd rolls with shrimp and mango pudding, that is the only cool item. She said walking back over to the cart, she lifted each bamboo steamer dish and opened the top to show the items, inside nestled like eggs in a nest would be from 2-4 items.

Looking back at him she could see what he wanted clearly and so she replaced the dishes and went to him with no further words.

Her manner changed as she walked to him. She waited eyes lowered for his signal and when he gave it she took off her suit. It was a black Giorgio Aramani suit today with a soft pin striped gray silk shirt. She stood before him in her under things only.

Gwen wore a corset that was sheer, girlish and mischievous at the same time. It was black embroidered with delicate white mesh, black satin ribbon lace up ribbons and garters, and black and white lacy panties with dark stockings. She smiled and wet her lips standing before Sir like this waiting his pleasure and instructions with her lips curled up and her eyes low.

 

[sagredo]

Sam breathed a deep, deep sigh of contentment as he looked upon the form before him. I less than a minute an elegant lady had transformed herself into a erotic vision, calm ,erect, and with a soft smile in her eye and on her lips. The calm and proud look of grace that accompanied her submissive pose, the happy desire to please him and accede to his will. It was indeed a rare thing to have such woman. And he wondered he could credit himslef with having helped form, or at least refine, this lovely combination of characteristic.

Gwen offered a feast for all the senses: sight, touch and smell--unfortunately, she was too inhibited for sound in compensation for which he had prepared the menu packed in his briefcase.

He put his hand on her behind and gently guided her closer to his chair. She edged forward until her knee touched the end the chair positioned between his knees. He told her to lean forward, supporting herself on the back of his chair, so that the upper part of his body was close to his face. He kissed her softly on her cheeks, then the neck, then the soft skin above her satin corset including the cleavage above it. He imbibed the odor of her skin using his nose, lips and tongue.

Sam ordered Gwen to place one of her legs on the seat cushion besides him. The looked in each others eyes and smiled. His hands then slid sensuously over her raised smooth stocking, first the outside and then the inside of her thighs which had opened before him and widened easily to his touch. Where the stockings ended a band of skin began, a borderline of special erotic power. And that border ended on the little panties, the crotch of which, was now easily accessible to him. His hand brushed over her crotch. There seemed to be a faint dampness.

Sam then asked Gwen to walk for him--a natural walk about the room so he could appreciate the roll of her hips, and the wiggle beneath her panties. He hoped she enjoyed displaying herself as much as he enjoyed it. Was she embarrassed, or even humiliated by parading herself about her own office in this way? He had no idea.

When she returned to his seat, he ordered her to face away and bend forward. After running his hands panties which so beautifully outlined her buttocks, he pulled them down in the back so that her bare ass poked out. He then ran two fingers beneath her crotch from a far forward position, then between her legs to the start of her ass. Very lightly, back and forth, teasing her (he hoped) and feeling for evidence of excitement.

As a change of pace, he ordered her face forward again and told her that he wanted access to her breasts. He ordered her to pull them both out of the top of corset so that they just hung there before him. This, he knew, embarrassed her in a number of ways, and, despite her discomfort and her sensitivity about her breasts shape, he believed the whole erotic act would excite her. It certainly excited him to see this woman who had taken such care to present as elegantly as possible with in her business suit and in her underclothes, be required to show herself in more frankly sexual way.

This part of the idea of 'humilation'. As long as the woman can control how she looks, how she holds herself with the man, she in some sense, still in at least partial charge of the little game. She is 'veiled' in the mystery she creates about her sexuality throgh the clothes she wears, her speech and her carriage. She men at the respectful distance while at the same time, keeping them aware of her sexuality--the key to her ultimate power over them. The executive lady may wear a elegant, and perfectly proper business suit, but, if she has any looks and shape, she wants men to always be subconscously aware of the smooth skin and satins and soft tender areas just beneath. The men are driven to have her reveal herself--her true female self, and she wants men whom she is attracted to appreciate the treasures she has to offer--but without appearing to want it. Its perfect, then, if she seems to be 'forced' into it. Sam was sure that this was at least part of the complex system of erotics of humiliation that men and women both enjoyed.

"Gwen, I want you to support both your breasts in your hands, bend forward, and offer them to me to suck and play with."

And Sam sam did suck her teats with vigor, nipping them on occasion, and pulling on them so that they stretched even further, emphasizing their length. Then he pulled both at once, drawing her face towards his and telling her to kiss him -- he loved the way she kissed. When, she finished he quickly smacked her on her round still-exposed bottom saying "Aren't you ashamed of enjoying this so much? If you wish, I can punish you further."

"Now Gwen, please turn around and present your ass to me in the presentation position that I have practiced with you. Reach for the skies with your ass and press your chest to the ground. You may leave your breasts out. Even though they will be flattened to the carpet somewhat, I will still enjoy how they look."

When she was in position, and Sam sighed in deep satisfaction at having this exquisite, proud and talented woman put herself in this extremely submissive position, he put on rubber gloves, covered them with lubrication and stuck them up her ass, preparing her for her next task.

When it seemed time--and he took his time because having ones fingers up the ass of such a woman in such a position was an extremely gratifying sensation--he said "Now we are ready for our last hors d'oeurve. Please stand up, take out my cock which is fully at attention to our needs, turn with your back to me, and, with knees pressed properly together, I want you to lower yourself slowly and fuck yourself in your ass--back straight, head high, as regally as you know how, with that sweet smile on your lips. When you are properly placed and ready, --please tell me when you are comfortable--I will tell you a story and then show you the menu for the meal, from which you can choose.

 

[FurryFury]

She stood waiting for Sir to speak or move, give some sign and for a while there was none of these, which made her wonder if she had unknowingly erred in some way once again. Then suddenly she felt his hand on her bottom guiding her gently closer to Sir. Her lips twitched the wattage in her smile brightening a bit.

Sir bade her to lean forward and put her hands on the chair. She loved him kissing her face, neck, collarbones and cleavage. The way he tasted and took her in nearly made her swoon.

She lifted a leg as Sir told her too and placed it higher, he had her look up and into his eyes where once again she felt his pull at her soul. She got lost there as he touched her stocking and leg, her inner and outer thigh and felt her crotch. She quivered with anticipation, never knowing what would next serve his pleasure.

Sir had her walk around her office wearing only her underwear and shoes. She flushed a little as she did so, taking care not to exaggerate her walk, as he sometimes wanted her to do. In front of the enormous picture window she turned red and felt the heat rise in her body. No one could look in. Not this high or with the one-way glass but still it did things to her thinking of it.

Gwen returned to Sir on completion of this directive and he had her face away from him and had her bend over. She smiled thinking of what he might be thinking or want to do at this point. She shivered when he pulled down her panties, and then felt him begin to tease her with his fingers until she was wet and nearly there.

Sir stopped and had her face him again. She pulled her breasts out for him and tried hard not to close her eyes in pleasure as he sucked and pulled on her very sensitive nipples.

He had her get down on the floor and raise her bottom high, making her head low and her tender excited nipples feel the fibers of the oriental rug beneath them. She felt like a wonton tart doing this thing for him but she took joy in it as well.

She heard him making noises behind her then felt his finger slide in, seeming to fill her little hole so much and slide around slickly. She moaned at the sensation and without conscious thought moved back to get more. She felt him slide another finger into her and slowly pump back and forth. Her body shivered with sensation. She knew he was taking his time and wanted him well before he gave her his next instructions.

She stood up a bit unsteady now after that treatment, feeling at glorious vicious wetness there in her smallest opening, she smiled and took out his cock, smiling as she did so, then pressing her knees together she tried to ease onto him. She wince at the momentary discomfort then sighed softly when he popped into her. Gwen straightened her back held her head up and instead of moving on him as she fervently wished to do she waited.

“I am comfortable Sir.” She said, her voice straining with need and shaking a bit.

 

[sagredo]

With Gwen perched on his lap, Sam took a few moments to enjoy her body before showing her the menu he had prepared. He hugged her to hims and ran his hand appreciatively over her delicately embroidered corset, he played with her breasts and her teats, and he slid his hands in and out of her panties, pushing his fingers into her and playing with her clit.

Finally, he reached behind his chair and drew out the menu he prepared. It looked as follows:

*******MENU FOR THE DAY********

I can offer today the following main dishes, which are prepared and served fresh daily.

Choose one of the following orifices, each is labelled by Letter and number:
V1: Back on the floor, legs up and spread, into the vagina, hard and fast.
V2: Same as V1 but doggie style.
V3: Same as V2 but with slaps on the fannie as lady is urged to race around the floor on hands and knees.
V4: Lady is taken over her desk. Spanking optional.
V5: Lady's vagina is again taken from rear, legs held as wheelbarrow, and driven about the floor as she is fucked. Spanking included to urge on.
V6: Lady is screwed to the wall, held off the ground and pumped hard. She has the option of wearing her business clothes for special erotics. He skirt will be raised and the cock will enter with panties on--a faux rape in office.

A1,2,3,4,5,6: Same as V of the same number except ass is fucked and clit given required stimulation to help lady achieve orgasm.

M1: Lady's mouth will be fucked while her head is held by her hair. She swallows.
M2: Same as M1 except she is splattered over her face when gentleman comes.
M3: Lady sucks while on her knees in submissive position, and lovingingly pays attention to gentlemans, balls and ass as well.
M4: Gentleman sits on ladies face and stimulates her clit as she works away.

Dessert:

A special choice of desert is planned to make the meal especially sweet for the lady.

Enjoy!

***************

Sam the passed the menu over to Gwen, propped his hear on her should to read it with her and answer any questions she might have about details. He waited her decision with growing interest.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen felt very strange sitting in this ladylike position but with Sir buried in her most private place. She felt huge this way. She wanted him to move inside her.

She enjoyed his hug, which made her feel soft and little again. Gwen knew that her breasts were hard without looking because they tingled. Sir’s fingers inside her and playing with her clit made her ache for more. Now she had to make decisions.

Carefully she read the “menu.” Oh she hated making this sort of decision. It was so hard for her. She thought about all the described things, coloring and squirming a little. She couldn’t imagine being forced to keep moving during the sex act or being “driven” around the room. She didn’t care to put her clothes on again just yet though the idea of a play at rape did appeal to her.

Now that his member was already where it was, she needed more but she also wanted to be filled elsewhere.

She imagined being in a restaurant with tons of men all waiting and watching her make this decision.

In her mind oral wasn’t going to happen right now, nor vaginal sex, not without some clean up. So she made her decision. Her voice shook a little when she said.

“A-4 please Sir?”

He again reminded her to act proud and she smiled. It was short lived because he made her get up an off of him. She whimpered when he came out of her.

He made her walk over to the desk and bend over for him. The desk was a little low so he put a chair cushion under her.

“Beg me.” He said teasing her bottom and little hole with his member.

She gasped not sure she could say the right things, not really wanting to. Again he was pushing her boundaries.

She imagined what she would look like to her board of directors right now and turned completely red.

“Hold you legs apart, play with your clit and beg me.” Sir said again.

It was so hard. She opened her legs spreading them, her bottom jutting up, her little hole open and stretched already, looking very red and wet from the lubrication.

She played with her clit a little, and imagined Sir was in fact, the Daddy figure. Her breathing got shallow.

“Please Sir, take my…” She started. This was so difficult for her. “Take my bum, make it yours, please!”

He continued to tease her, moving one hand under her making her hand touch her own clit roughly.

Just when she was half out of her mind, and thought he would not enter her at all, just when she was about to come, she felt him shove into her, so slowly she wanted to scream. The torture of being entered didn’t last long, then he was past her barriers and inside.

She needed him to move. Gwen was desperate for it. She didn’t use words, that wasn’t her way, but she shoved back against him. One of his powerful hands held her left pelvic bone and stopped her.

“Tell me what you want. Use words.” Sir said.

She hissed. His right hand was still making her rub her clit hard, she was about to come unglued.

“Keep on just like that, this fast, this hard, don’t you stop, for anything.” he said. Then he stopped pushing feeling her hand continue to move for a while. Satisfied, he removed his hand and spanked her hard.

Gwen groaned and gyrated against him. His hand tangled in her hair and brought her head up. He kissed her neck.

“Tell me.” Sir said into her neck.

“Please, Sir, move inside me and…” She cried. He was really pushing her limits.

“Yes?” He said into her neck still not very far inside her, still not moving.

“Spank me again, please.”

He chuckled and began to move inside her making a perfusion of sensation explode then with her right hand spanking her, heightening it all.

She buckled under him within 20 strokes crying out as her world tunneled to blackness then kaleidoscopes into a mélange of colors and sensation. She grunted as he continued to spank and move insider her. Her body felt both heated and cooled at the same time, like it was turning inside out. She squeezed, bearing down hard, her hand still as he had ordered, moving.

Gwen felt him tense, growing larger, then begin long slow spurts, his body jack knifing into her. These feelings from him, made her continue to come in wave after wave and reach a higher peak yet. She began panting, just trying to stay alive as their excitement took them both to a scary but wonderful place of increased heart rates and intense pleasure.

 

[sagredo]

After they both climaxed, and Gwen lay exhausted over her desk, Sam stood pressed up against her for a while to watcht her. To have had this lady over her executive desk was a very satisfying erotic pleasure for him and he wanted to extend the moment . Finally, he pulled away, and as Gwen seemed to have practically passed out, he picked her up in his arms, cradling her like a baby. She had a hard time holding her head up and her eyes were closed. He laid her gently on a couch.

"Gwen, we both need time to recuperate. I will go use your private bathroom and clean up while you gather your strength. When I get out, you go and do what you have to do. Then we will sit down to that delicious looking spread you prepared for us.

"Please, however, do not get dressed yet. I want the pleasure of having my hostess serve me in her undies--subject to all my impertinent, rude, and lascivious touches and pokes. Can't help it, I can promise you no rest from that!

"While we eat, I would like to learn some more about your past if I may. I believe you told me you were once married. What happened?

"When we are finished, and have had some time to digest our food (lets not eat too much, it might interfere with our activities), we can proceed to the erotic dessert I have planned. As a first step we will wash each other's privates--very thoroughly--which I know I will enjoy and I think you will too. Then I have some really interesting oral sex in mind for both of us !"

Sam then went into the ladies room.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen waited for Sir to come back and then went to clean up a little, straightened her under things and fixed her hair and face.

She came back with a bright smile and went over to the cart. Carefully she put 1 cup very strong chilled 9 blend black dragon tea in a cocktail shaker, 1 cup crushed ice, 1 cup milk from the small cooler, 1/2 cup chilled, cooked large Chinese tapioca pearls, and she dripped some honey into it, before shaking it, pouring it into a glass, placing a thick straw in it and doing the process all over again making a second glass.

Turning with both glasses she brought them over to the coffee table and handed one to Sir.

“This is bubble tea, there are many variations of it and it is very popular in certain countries particularly. I hope you like it.” She said smiling at him.

She returned to the cart and wheeled it closer. She poured them each a glass of plum wine and gave a fine crystal glass full of the slightly pink stuff to Sir.

Then she placed two china plates on the coffee table, and arranged most of the other foods.

She opened the choi chew fun gor, first it was a dumpling like dish with rice, fish and seasonings. The fried taro cakes were a little strange looking. They rather resembled square compacted birds nests and the faint taste of shrimp could be detected within as well as pork, mushrooms, onion and parsley. The sticky rice in lotus leaves was very flavorful; clearly it was not simply rice inside but a variety of flavorings and even some chicken and sausage. Next came the steamed scallop dumplings, which were simply wonderful.

“I once saw a Chinese movie. I was just flipping channels and somehow this movie grabbed me. It seemed to be about many people searching avidly for the perfect noodle soup recipe. There was this one scene of intimacy that I couldn’t believe. The gentleman put a clear bowl on his ladies stomach with a live shrimp under it. She seemed to be horribly tickled by it. I found it quite shocking. I continued to watch it for a while before saying, bugger this and turning off the telly.” She chuckled at the memory.

Sir found that Gwen had ordered this meal well, with small bites of things to try and experience but not so much that they would have to be uncomfortable. She asked him what he liked best of the drinks and the food. Then she proceeded to talk about her marriage.
“I don’t like to talk about my marriage. Even now I have nightmares about him. Edmund and I met at University. At that time I was taking journalism and public relations. I fancied myself as the British Barbra Walters or something. One of the assignments in my classes was to go to a session of the Student Parliament and write a report on it. That is how I met Edmund he was a representative. I honestly didn’t notice him at first. Recently I had sworn off boys entirely and I was trying to concentrate on my studies while also learning and helping with Papa’s businesses.” She paused and ate a bit of dumpling before continuing closing her eyes in pleasure at the taste.

“It became clear that the student Parliament’s Prime Minister wasn’t even there much less doing his duty. Further I noticed that several seats in the parliament were not filled. After the session he came over to me, talking about how they wanted to do in the PM. I became intrigued and we walked for a bit. He seemed nervous and I realized he was actually interested in me. This flattered and surprised me. He suggested I fill one of the chairs that was empty and I agreed I was interested.” She says eating a bit of Taro cake.

“The next night was student leadership night at the mansion of the University President. It turned out Edmund and I were both invited. As we drank uninspired wine and talked we discovered that both of us planned to go to the concert under the stars in the park the next night. He suggested we go together and I agreed. I told him I would bring a picnic and blanket.” She nibbled some more before continuing.

“That night he kissed me while we listened to Puccini and nibbled French bread. The wine I brought was much better than what we had the night before. It wasn’t long before he was everywhere in my life. I fell in love with the person he projected himself to be.” She sighed and drank some wine.
“It turned out he was weak and mean but I couldn’t see it. He made everything a competition and tore others down to feel better about himself, even me. Everyone thought we were the perfect couple. They didn’t know what went on between us really. The little cutting things he said. The way he took charge in sex without my consent. How he would make me cry just before we met with people then act sweet and bemused that I was such an emotional bitch.” She stops and steadies herself, trying to smile. Gwen sips her wine again.

“For a few years he had my head so turned around I believed I was a bad person. Every step of the way he manipulated me. He proposed in front of a mass of people so I couldn’t say no even if I wanted to and I didn’t want to. I told him I wanted a two year engagement he played his violin about the terrible health of his grandfather and we were married before the year was up.” She takes a deep breath and drinks more of the now almost sickly sweet wine.
“Then things got much worse. He felt he owned me. He wanted my money and little else. Edmund wanted to be a barrister or so he said so I put him through school and also paid for his racing hobby, which was very expensive. I got stronger and stronger though the years and for the most part I rarely saw him. He seemed disinterested in sex with me. Most what I saw of him was bills. I never tried to change him, just wait him out. I thought he, like Papa might mellow.” She sadly shakes her head.

“People still thought we were the perfect couple but rumors hit the tattletale rags. Pictures of him with little new rich sluts hanging all over him were all over the place. I became angrier. Now and then he created these huge gambling debts, which I had to cover. The sort where the men holding the note might actually do bodily harm it was terrifying to me but he didn’t seem to care.” She rushes on.

“My father died and Edmund tried to seize control of everything I inherited and me. Papa had put things in a trust and specifically stated in his will he wanted Edmund to have nothing to do with his businesses, shocking us both.”

“Edmund blamed me. The day came when I found him at my family estate with one of his tarts. I cut him off that day financially. Later he came to be begging saying how sorry he was and fool that I was, my heart softened, we made love. Only with Edmund, as always everything was done his way. This time he was crueler than ever. I found out later he had made a tape of us to settle some gambling debts. That is how those rumors started and the tape got on the Internet.”

“I didn’t find all this out until after his suicide though. The vengeful suicide of a very unhappy spoilt man who had never been told no enough by his parents. Who, I figured out later left me because he couldn’t seem to hurt me as easily anymore.” She closes her eyes.

“The night he walked out, I thought I might die. I asked him why he was going; he simply said he was unhappy. With what I wanted to know, this marriage or me? No, with work he said. Change your work then but stay, I begged to no avail.” Her voice grows ragged.

“Within two hours I felt a peace had settled over me a burden was lifted. Until the next day, Valentines Day, the 10 dozen blood roses, his goodbye and the tapes he’d made of us hit the media along with his notes about how I had ruined his life.” She looks down straightening things that don’t need to be straightened.

He nearly did what I believe he wanted. Edmund nearly destroyed me because he was angry I was stronger than him”. She brushes a tear away from her check where it had fallen. Then decides to change the subject.” She drinks some bubble tea and tries hard not to cry.

“Dim sum is an art of sorts don’t you agree Sir? It was introduced during the Sung Dynasty. Now it has made it’s way from tea time and lunchtime to anytime. Also it has gone around the world. Dim sum means, some say, “dot heart or order heart, meaning you can order to your hearts content or small treats that touch the heart.” Gwen explains, as they at least tasted, everything. Finally she brought out two small dishes of chilled mango pudding. Her appetite was long gone however. She mostly drank the wine.

After they were done, she cleared the dishes and went with Sir to the bathroom. Taking a thick washcloth and making it warm she began to gently but thoroughly wash Sir’s body. Tasting and smelling as she went making certain all was ready for whatever Sir had next. She moved the cloth over his cock stroking with the warm wet rough fabric, and then leaning down smelling and tasting.

Sir turned around and she cleaned him thoroughly, making soft strokes with the rough cloth, then again smelling and tasting him.

 

[sagredo]

Sam had been brought up in reasonable affluence and had had his share of good food, but compared to Gwen he was an ignoramus--and so he was very impressed whenever she talked food. He greatly enjoyed the delicacies she had brought him, but, sad truth to say--he was not a gourmet and did not do them the justice they undoubtedly deserved. What he did enjoy immensely was the fact that she had done this for him, and the grace with which she performed her duties as a hostess. He enjoyed these things so much that, the erotic pleasures he had looked forward to--just seeing her serve him in her undies and getting the chance to molest her as she did so--were somewhat neglected--though not completely by any means. As she would be standing by him, demonstrating this and that, he would occasionally remember to give her a litte pinch, a friendly slap on the behind, and to idly move under her cute panties. She pretended not to notice, and he had no idea as to how she felt about these attentions (well, she probably thought them a nuisance).

When she came to talk about her marriage, he was almost sorry he had asked--it was so sad a tale. One needed to have exceedingly poor judgment--at least so Sam believed--to not have sensed the husband's character traits before the marriage, they were so gross. On the other hand, he knew he had made his share of poor judgments at that age (though not in women), and young women generally made poor judges of the men's characters. So she deserved all possible respect and sympathy, despite her errors.

But the bottom line--Gwen's favorite place to be--was that she carried a very heavy psychological burden of which, he was convinced, she was only partially aware. This both due to her marriage and the apparently confused erotic relations she had had with her father (whether real or only imagined, he could not tell). And this affected strongly her relations with himself, clearly something of a father figure to her, so that for his purpose, let alone hers, he felt he had to gently but firmly guide her towards a more satisfactory outlook\ and behavior pattern.

But she was worth the effort! Of that there could be no doubt. This he felt with special clarity as she began washing him with such tender and detailed care in the bathroom. After some hesitancy, she shyly asked him to bend forward so as to improved her access to his ass--whether it improved her enjoyment of the washing process, he did not know and probably could never find out. But that she had the courage to ask this of her 'Sir', was a good sign of progress, he believed.

When it came to washing her, a task he insisted on doing himself, he had, of course, no hesitation in asking her to bend this way, expose that way and so on. She did so in a manner that suggested to him that she enjoyed it as much as he, and he gave her very detailed washing indeed.

When this was completed, Sam said,
"Gwen, please put on your business clothes. I wish to indulge in one of my favorite erotic fantasies which you will undoubtedly enjoy, that of getting under a ladies skirts, into her panties, and smelling, licking and kissing her until one of us cried quits. So please dress, and stand in your office, in any place and manner of your choosing, and I will dive under and do my stuff to you. Perhaps you might like to make believe you are meeting with someone for business and this is going on unknown to them--its up to you to embellish to scene as you like. I encourage you to do so.

After this, I shall ask you to give me somewhat similar oral service at which time I hope you will show the strength of your appreciation of my efforts!"

They then proceeded back into her office.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen smiled at Sir and pulled her suit back on. It was a good thing she had no idea that Sir thought she was some stupid broken girl that needed to be fixed. Gwen would have been put off by that a very great deal. She sat down at her desk chair imagining she were in yet another meeting with a bunch of men. She felt Sir's hands run along her legs, making a trail of warmth, opening them from the crossed ankle position that was her norm.

His hands moved to her thighs getting very close to her apex then he stopped and with one hand resting on her inner thigh, the other played with her left breast. He continued to move his hands under her clothes, teasing her, moving her until she was literally on the edge of her executive chair with her expensive skirt bunched up around her.

He leaned into her panties and sucked at her through the fabric. She felt a sudden wash of fluid down there. Yes, she was very excited. Her breasts were moving as her breathing got faster. Sir moved the fabric aside and began to lick all around her nibbling and sucking. She was beyond thinking at that point and just held onto the arms of the chair digging her fingers into the cordovan leather.

Delving deeply into her, he made her cry out, then he lapped at her as if drinking like a cat from a bowl of water. With one hand he pinched her nipple hard, the other her clit. She gasped breaking her breathing and trying to control herself. His right hand moved to her right breast kneading and teasing it. His mouth fastened onto her clit and sucked hard.

He pulled at it with his lips drawing it out and elongating it. She shifted her hands to him, clutching at him, getting overwrought. He went down further titling her up so he could lick her little star. Her hands tightened on him. Again he came back to licking her higher. Lifting her legs, putting them on his shoulders he made the chair roll backwards until they were stopped by the thick glass of the double paned windows she let out a little "oof" of surprise. He lapped at her and then once again had her hard little core in his warm mouth.

Sucking it hard, he pulled at her clit with his lips, let his teeth scrape at it, then bit down gently on it. Gwen was now bucking under him, her hands so tight in his hair it was almost painful. Her legs jerking as he settled into a rhythm that was driving her wild. Then she became so superheated, she felt dissolved into liquid a huge gush of liquid came from her. She jerked and spasmed around Sir's head. Gwen cried out never wanting the moment to end.