Erotic Encounters

[FurryFury]

Gwen enjoys these moments with Sir very much. The simple moments of gentle care. The cuddling.

As he rubs her body, she relaxes more and more until she is nearly melted. Gwen feels like she could float on forever like this. Her mind of course turns to sex. She is in fact getting a little impatient.

When he finally penetrates her with his slick finger she is very happy and imagines him filling her again there with his cock. This shocks her a bit because only a few days, less than a week before she had been scared of having him there and now she craves it.

Gwen marvels at the time he is taking to build things up and wonders how long she can stand all this before she simply goes crazy. This might be the hardest part of being with Sir.

By herself or with most other men she has been with, she could if she wanted go straight to business. She, with a man would prefer to fuck first and perhaps do what most consider foreplay later or not at all. She didn't mind just hitting it and not even kissing.

Alone she could simply make herself orgasm once or a few time, and be done with it. The build up is terribly hard. She wonders again how long she can stand to wait before she losing her mind.

He likes to toy with me, she thinks. Why though? Am I so unattractive to him that he likes to take his time in order to try to become excited? Or is this a game he likes to play, and only that? Shouldn't a guy want to have me more than I want to have him?

He pushes into her just a little. She feels the strain before he plops in. Then she tries to push back and get more of him in but he won't let her and holds her still.

Then he speaks and as always she listens carefully trying to be able to please him. As she listens her heart leaps at his words and intent. Desperately she tries to come up with something that will please him. Something she can do. She thinks back over her fantasies and the first thing she thinks of is sitting on his lap, he lifting her up and down. Wait though, in that fantasy she has to tell about all the dirty things she had done that day. No that won't work at all.

She thinks about being tied but Sir doesn't like that,and anally taken. That won't work either because she can't just can't suck on someone who has been in there. She thinks about being held over his lap and spanked. Gwen smiles. No wait, that won't work spanking is supposed to be her reward.

One man could not fill her up with his seed or cover her with it and anyway she is not sure she would like that at all. There are no hoses in the room so that won't work. Think Gwen, she tells herself.

She could suck him and he could put himself into either hole but again she'd have to suck him after. She groaned in frustration. Okay, maybe back to hoses. Um, he could spurt on her somewhere. Something she hadn't ever done. Yes that might just do. It would have to. She thought.

Still she hesitated and again tried to move back to get him more fully inside her. Gwen was thwarted yet again. She liked where he was now. She wanted more of him now, there.

Gathering her courage she whispered.

"Sir? Could you continue with where you are before I tell you an idea? Please? I mean you are already there right? Surely you want to do more right there. Please Sir?" She asks hoping he agrees.

 

[sagredo]

Sam thinks: She is hot for it now and cannot be bothered wuth all these tasks I give her. But if I give it to her, what have I got over her to bend her to my will?

Its like the 'Taming of the Shrew' She is always bargaining with me, trying to outwit me to get around what she should be doing. Or like trying to train a high spirited mare--a lot of trouble, but hopefully you get a superior riding animal in the end. Well, lets work with what we have got:

"Gwen, sweetie, okay, just be a little patient, we've got a beginning.First ofall, You want me to continue--to do what? You will have to speak in plainer language (As a beginning, You must always say something like "Sir, I wish to continue to get poked in the ass" .) and then tell me if you want me to just fuck you silly right here and now--and in doggie style, or ass-high or what?

If you do, I will be happy to do it! But also take a moment and try to give me a new kink inspired by your fantasies. If not, then at the least you must be ready to explain, after its over, what made this choice erotic for you. Your fantasy associations should give you a clue if you think on it. Think about your fantasies while I bang you--you do that anyway!

Afterwards, you must say something to me like--"I liked it on my hands and knees because it makes me feel like I am being treated as an animal." or something of that nature--whatever is true for you. Or "Please. give me a good banging, because I think of---. or it makes me feel like a--- or if nothing better, just, I like the image of you ramming into me and me taking it submissively--like your little heifer.

Can you try that for me? Try really hard/ Start with the easy stuff. Tell me how much you want my cock way up your ass--say it sweetly and submissively like a good girl and I promise you will be given a bad girl's spanking as a reward.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen is almost wild now, needing to have more of Sir inside her little ass. Still to say the things he wants, well it's terribly hard bugger it all. Why does he demand such? Why does he think it's so bloody good for her? She grinds her teeth and tries to move back again take what she wants but still he holds her down. She moans.

"Sir?" She whispers tentatively. "Please?" She is nearly ready to cry now. How can she say such things? It's so hard. How can he ask her too?

"Sir?" She begins again desperate. "I wish to be poked in the bum. Please now! You have to want to! You are there already and I don't care if it's on my knees, prone or what have you just please push inside me and move!"


She again tries to push back. He has to want this too. He just has to. Why would anyone start up back there and refuse to continue?

He doesn't move yet, just stays like that holding her down she whimpers.

"I love the way you feel there inside me. I need you to push inside me more. Please? Please!" She says trying again to squirm.

Again he waits. How can he do that? It make her insane!

"Please poke me in the a, ass!" She finally says much louder than she intended too.

 

[sagredo]

Finally, he has squeezed this little concession from this woman who is causing them both immense frustration. Although she has said the 'magic words' it has been blood from a stone and Same, instead of being satisfied, is furious at what he has to go through with a woman who is supposed to be submissive to him.

He hoists her ass up high. Her head is at the headboard of the bed. Without a word, he jams in his rigid cock hand sytarts pumping her hard. Each thrust pushes her head up against the headboard and pushes in on her chest which is as low as possible. Each thrust knocks the wind out of her. She grunts. And he starts to smack her ass as hard as he can, in time with the thrusts, alternating sides. Sam is a powerful man and her buttocks soon are raw. He is quite sure she is getting plenty of pain.

With the pill he has taken he can last indefinitely and he aims to fuck this girl's brains out. After about a hundred thrusts, he decides to take her in another way.

He curtly orders her off the bed, onto the floor, in ass presentation postion and then orders her to crawl to the bathroom to get a washcloth and crawl back and wash his rigid cock. No meeting of the eyes now, he wants strictly submissive behavior. He orders her to keep her eyes lowered and mouth shut and do exactly what he tells her.

She quickly crawls away a quickly returns on her knees washcloth in hand. He orders her to clean his cock, and then resume her ass up position on the bed whereupon he jams into her pussy and begins pumping and spanking as hard as before.

After her gets bored with this he orders her to lie on her side and lift one leg high. Grabbing the leg as a post, he enters her pussy again and pumps her hard. Its a great position for exposing all her privates and watching the expression on her face.

Finally he tires, throws her leg away from him, and flops on his back on the bed. He doesn't even feel like talking to her. She wants to be used and he has used her. He orders her off her bed and onto the floor again in presentation position, ass high, forhead to the ground and silent, there to await his further pleasure.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen was having a great time. Sir was finally fucking her hard and even started to spank her. She had found a way to do enough of what he wanted. To do enough of what was so hard for her and he was clearly pleased.

Every tiny movement inside her rectum, made her gasp and feel overwhelming sensations that she now knew she loved. His spanking her only increased the sensations. Her heart soared because she knew he wouldn't do this if he weren't happy.

She began to think about her fantasie The Daddy Room. She began to run through it from the beginning. From the time that she was pushed into the room in her tiny little outfit with no underwear on and the door locked behind her. She ran through every moment getting very close to coming when she got to the part where she counted the spankings, which she timed with Sir's spankings as well as she could and how she would have to thank him and beg for more, which she could never do in real life. She was grateful that Sir did not require such things and cared enough to simply do these things. She was glad it made him happy too.
She got to about "six" spankings and was about to come when things suddenly went sideways in her mind.

Sir got rougher still and it was hard to even breathe. Her head was banging into the headboard softly and she was now getting pounded both inside her ass and outside on her skin. She couldn't believe she had stirred this much passion in him. Maybe saying the sort of things he wanted was right after all if he loved it so. It was still hard but...then suddenly things somehow changed and she just knew in one of those "aha" moments that he wasn't happy with her at all, he was mad.

Inside she shrunk. What had she done wrong? She wondered? How had she displeased him. All the enjoyment of sensation drained out of her. She now was just taking it. Whatever he felt like dishing out, wondering where she had erred.

He speaks to her and again she can tell how angry he is. But she doesn't understand why. She is heartbroken and trying not to cry. Inside she goes very still. Her face sets into a mask of sorts and she follows his instructions to the letter hoping to make him happy again.

Gwen starts to ask him what she has done to make him so angry but he says not to look at him, or speak just to follow his orders. She shrinks inside even more and lowers her eyes she feels like dirt now. Lower than dirt, even and she wants to make it right. Whatever she has done wrong she wants to make it right. She doesn't sob but a tear comes out of her right eye even though she tries desperately to keep a smile on her face because he likes that, right? She thinks desperately.

Now he is fucking her again only in her vagina and spanking. Her bottom is feeling so hot and sore now and she is getting little pleasure from it because he is not doing this out of love or for fun but in some sort of rage.

Sir changes positions. This one is scary because he can look at her and she doesn't want to show him what she is thinking or feeling. She wants to give him what he likes. Gwen wants to make everything all better again. How in the bloody hell did I mess this all up? She wonders again.

He leaves her and tells her mercifully to keep her head down. That allows her to let go of her face and cry quietly so he doesn't know. She feels horrible, burning with shame and pain now what can she do?

She is not allowed to talk or move until he wants her to. She is dripping and miserable. Her bottom is probably red from all of his punishment. So she waits crying very quietly and carefully so as not to show it, open and vulnerable for Sir's rage to cool.

 

[sagredo]

Sam lay back on the bed, breathing hard, his rage slowly subsiding. There were so many wonderful things about Gwen but her all but complete refusal to talk about their sex had finally made him lose his patience. She could barely croak out words that he even had to feed her--nothing spontaneous, nothing conveying information, all artificial==and it got to him especially because he had expressed his love for her, practically worshipping every inch of her body, and she had hardly any patience for reciprocating in the ways so important to him. 'Look, your cocks at my door. Stop wasting time and get it in for God's sake' was what her actions told him. He was just an old fool expending this love on a woman who could only think of a hard fuck but couldn't even get herself to say the word!!

He remembered quite distinctly, in their long get acquaintance through email that he was seeking a woman who could talk to him about submission, and about her feelings. He had told her: "His kick was in gently introducing a normal woman to submissiveness, in talking her through the process, hearing her reactions and thoughts. This required an articulate, psychologically honest woman with a high sense of personal worth but one who was also curious and somehow felt erotically intrigued by submissive ideas.

But Gwen, who could talk quite well about food, said hardly a word about what they did with each other--and his impatience had finally got to him.

But there she was, her face to the ground, hiding her teasr--a woman who had hit rather hard and was now ashamed for what he had done. She tried, but she had to overcome an intense inner struggle.

He sat up, swung around, and sat on the edge of the bed. Her ass was covered with angry red welts. She did not move an inch. He resolved to keep trying for a while longer--trying to get this mute to talk--but not to lose his temper as he just had done. And at the same time, he would enforce her submission in a more direct manner--demanding that she say and do acts of submission with regularity, and without his having to tell her.

He ordered her to rise and come and stand next to the bed between his knees.

"Gwen, lean over towards me, support your hands on my shoulders, and give me one of your wonderfull kisses, and I will kiss you. I am sorry for having hurt you."

After they had 'made up' in this way, he told her to stay in the same postion. Her breasts were hanging down between them, and he started to pull on them-- as if to milk them, rolling her teats in his fingers, squeezing them. He playfully pushed them around, making them sway, and collide and watched her carefully as he did this.

"Gwen, I want you to try your best to tell me--not if this feels good or bad--but how you feel about me doing this to you standing in this position. Do you like it, dislike it, is it sexy, and why or why not. How do you feel being somewhat milked like a cow. Do you feel humiliated, or degraded. Do you like feeling that way. Does your act of submission in doing this make you feel sexy? What images form in your mind?

And then I want you to go back to when I was fucking your ass and spanking you. Before it became painful, during the time you were so enjoying it. Answer the same questions. What did you think of? Why was it erotic and so on?

Let us try to make this work. I think you will find that it will stimulate your erotic feelings as well as mine."

After saying this he also put one hand into her vagina and started fucking her with his fingers. He did this because he knew she hadn't had her orgasm and she needed one, and also, perhaps it would inspire her. Who knows? Try anything. A scientist experiments.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen was in abject misery and very confused. It seemed like for ages she stayed on her knees, ass up in the air, her face buried quietly crying. Thoughts were tumbling around in her head, confusion her was main emotion besides misery and the loneliness of rejection. Her whole world tunneled into this horrible moment. She felt hopeless and helpless, like she wanted to just die or sink through the floor. She wanted just to no longer exist.

Finally years later or so it seemed to her, Sir spoke to her and she went to him. Wanting in that moment to please him, and to fix things so badly gone astray. She stood trembling just where he said and tried hard to smile.

She kissed him leaning in and voraciously devouring his mouth, licking at his teeth, sucking at his lips, trying to show how much she loves him, wants to please him, feeling like this is her last chance.

She didn't care so much that he had hurt her. She only cared that she had not pleased him. Gwen kissed and kissed worshiping his mouth, taking some comfort in it.

He began to milk her breasts again, something that he had done before. Gwen always felt like a huge thing and degraded by this but it still excited her which made her even more ashamed and wet. It was a vicious cycle that only stopped when Sir did. She gathered her courage and tried so hard to say what he required.

"I like standing here, it's better than when my breasts are pointing down because I really feel like they are almost sagging then. I am excited by what you are doing mostly because to me it seems wrong and like I am a cow or beast being milked. So that shames me. I won't say I like feeling humiliated or degraded but it does shamefully turn me on and the shame I feel about it doing so makes me more excited still." She said coloring and squirming while indeed getting wetter.

He told her to talk about before. She worked hard to make the words come, plunging in like a diver into an icy lake, talking very fast, trying to give him what he wants before she can't speak again.

"Sir I am an impatient person. I like to come. I like to have sex. I think to fit your ideals I might need to be retrained in these areas to be more patient. " She swallowed hard then continued.

"When you were banging into me I loved it at first, I thought back to one of my fantasies, The Daddy Room that I wrote for you? I was counting the spanks in my head like I do in that outloud and nearly there you know?"

She tries to smile.

"I know you hate my little nasty fantasies but you asked Sir and there it is. Now and I want to say this so you do hear it. I was so trying, I'm always trying to do what you want. When you hurt me, that didn't bother as much as me disappointing you, Sir. I only want to make you happy." She looks into his eyes.

Her breathing got quicker as he began to fuck her with his hand making his thumb hit her clit quite hard. She stopped talking then her mind floating words and images around. She was savoring the moment.

 

[sagredo]

Sam was happy that a first step had finally been accomplished.

"Gwen, you have made a 'Giant Step for Mankind', your foot is on the moon (that ancient symbol of the female) and we may now hope to begin to explore all the nooks and crannies of the female erotic landscape."

Looking at her, it seemed doubtful that she heard any of this, her eyes were closed and eyeballs, he guessed, were rolled back in her head, as she entered her erotic trance. This woman had a terrific sex drive! If he could only harness to the betterment of mankind, himself especially.

He decided to put her in a more submissive position as he made her come. Since she could probably not hear a thing, he first removed his finger from her vagina--that got her attention.

"Gwen, please turn around with your back to me, bend at the waist and hold your ankles. I will then resume and have the ability to watch your lovely ass and stick my finger up it, all with you in this lovely submissive position."

Gwen, quickly complied, and Sam put one hand through her legs and began twiddling her clit with one hand and probing her ass with the other. It did not take her long to come (he still did not know whether she needed in addition to his work, that of her fantasy to achieve the orgasm).

After Gwen had sufficiently recovered her senses, he had her sit at is feet and idly suck on his still erect member as he gave her, some further marching orders.

"Gwen, sweetie, I am going to impose some stricter training exercises upon you. These will be erotic for both of us but will also serve the purpose of accustoming you to talk more freely about erotic matters and to follow my desires without argument--my desires being, as you always insist, yours also.

"As a first step, I want you to remember to always offer and ask permission to perform sexual service on me, and to thank me for the privilege of having served upon completion. I should point out that though this may be embarrassing to you, I consider it my pleasure to pleasure you even though I do not always say so. I want you to think similarly about me and not concentrate all your real attention on getting fucked as soon as possible. When you service me before I do you, you will undoubtedly do it with all the more passion--although your techniques have always been without fault, they are perhaps done with less inspiration that they might, if your loins were at fever pitch.

"Now let us begin by performing an ancient ceremony from the Near East. When a lady of his harem came into the king's bedchamber, she was required to start at the foot of his bed and crawl up to his privates lavishing submissive service upon them. I wish you to do that, remembering everything I have told you. I shall draw up my knees so that you can especially do service to my ass and asshole, as you do so well. I want an especially energetic performance with, at times, your tongue and other times you nose deeply imbedded up my ass, thoroughly imbibing all my male tastes and odors. After we finish and you remember to give your thanks, you are to report on your erotic thoughts in as much detail as you can muster---You may now begin"

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen was happy for the moment. She had pleased Sir. He was making her feel such pleasure she could barely think yet inchoate imagines went through her mind of being treated like a toy, of being nothing and being used in the most debase ways. These combined with the simulation Sir gave her and his pleasure in her made her very close, so close.

He stopped though. He stopped and had her assume a much more embarrassing position. She flushed pink but did what he wanted quickly and remembered to smile at him before turning around.

He began again and the sensations came racing back to run over her and make her heat grow still hotter. She barely had time to start reviewing her images before she came hard for him. She groaned and cried out softly while her flesh tried to close up and reopen over and over again. Her legs shook a little and she trembled. Gwen felt so good, she could barely keep standing.

"Gwen, sweetie, I am going to impose some stricter training exercises upon you. These will be erotic for both of us but will also serve the purpose of accustoming you to talk more freely about erotic matters and to follow my desires without argument--my desires being, as you always insist, yours also." Sir said and Gwen began to worry again but nodded and smiled.

She climbed on the foot of the bed and carefully kissed and sucked on Sir's toes, the soles of his feet, the heals and his ankles, she rubbed them making a massage of her actions then slid up to his shins. Her eyes kept going to his, they seemed happy and adoring her lips were smiling as she moved up, licking, kissing and massaging him. She kept going up his legs, over his knees and finally got to his thighs. There she nibbled and kissed for a while, before licking his cock, then sucking his balls. Finally she was where he most wanted her. She licked at his dark star, and bussed it with her nose, before darting her tongue in then spreading his checks and going deeper with both her nose and tongue, always she returned to licking around the rim, her little pattern getting faster and deeper until she was like a crazed thing, a machine almost and he had enough stopping her.

"What do you say?" He asked as she blinked trying to comprehend being stopped in her service to him. She licked her lips her brown wrinkling in thought. She shook her head a little. Why does she have to think so bloody much all the time, especially now. Sir seemed a little put off. She tried to figure out what to do. Wait, she might remember, okay try that.

"Thank you Sir for letting me serve you?" She said trying to acclimate herself to this new protocol. She smiled and looked to him just trying to see if that was right.

"And?" He prompted.

"And...my thoughts?" Gwen said cringing a bit.

Sir nodded fractionally waiting like a headmaster might for a report that he would grade.

"Sir..." She swallowed and trembled, casting her eyes down. "Sir you may not like what I was thinking. I can't help it can I?" She looked at him begging for some release from this task but he would have none of it. In a rush she began again her eyes on his body but refusing to look into his eyes for the moment.

"I was thinking about being told that you loved me. I thought about getting married and being happy. Then you lifting the back of my wedding dress as we knelt before the Priest and telling me that now, now that I belonged to you, I would make you a lot of money. The best man came up behind me and you told me you owned me. You told me to suck off the Priest as part of his remuneration. Then you had me do your little hole in front of everyone. Meanwhile my father and yours lined up to take me from behind, all the men there did. You got back there later and had everyone watch while you made me beg you to spank me. You made me lick the wedding rings and suck up the communion wafer to munch it, then drink without hands from the sacred cup so I spilled the blood red wine on my face and white dress. I began to cry but I was shamefully excited too. You laughed and said I didn't deserve to wear white and that I was dirty." She put her head down beside his feet then and waited to be judged again scared to death. Speaking of such thinks was a horror, why did he want this? Bugger. Why couldn't they just be nice? Why was she so bad? She began to pray almost. Please let Sir be happy with me. Please! Her heart screamed but she made no noise only shook a little.

 

[sagredo]

Sam was aghast at what Gwen revealed. For a moment, he could only look at her blankly. Then his heart welled up within him, not only in compassion over the burden this poor woman was carrying, but in her devotion to him in revealing it despite all her fears.

She was trembling at his feet and all he could think of was to gather her in his arms and console her like the lost child she was--a grown, beautiful and talented woman, but within, a terribly scared and brave child.

They lay together for a long time, silently. Sam merely stroking her head. What was he to do with her? Could he continue along this path?

He kissed away her tears. Far into the night they lay thus, until, exhaustion overcoming both, they fell asleep in each others arms.

And thus ended the first day in Gwen's mansion.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen was relieved to be accepted and loved by Sir. She cuddled into him and began to relax. What a night she thought. I never expected to be taken apart twice in one night that started and ended so sweetly. Soon her breathing was regular and she fell into the sweet arms of slumber.

The birds sang their songs. Gwen opened her eyes and smiled. Yes! It was true! Sir was here! She had made it through a night without nightmares and now it was daylight. She moved her legs slightly and realized that she was crusty and sticky from what she had done with Sir the night before.

Carefully she slipped out of bed and tip toed like a thief in her own house to the bathroom. She took a shower then peeked in on Sir. Pulling on a robe she ran down stairs for a pot of coffee, some tea and a tray of breakfast things that cook had readied, bringing them to her bedroom and putting them in the sitting area.

She then prepared a wash cloth, warm water and a basin, sat and waited on the floor near the bed, for Sir to awaken with a little smile on her face.

 

[sagredo]

Sam spent a fitful night mulling over what had happened. By morning, when he awoke to find himself alone in bed, he had reached a number of conclusions.

First of all, he kicked himself for his stupidity in thinking that the fantasy Gwen originally related him, the one that she said she regularly used to achieve orgasm, was somehow isolated. He had been surprised by what she revealed last night and now was surprised at the stupidity of the surprise. The fantasy she had revealed the previous week could only be a piece--possibly only a small piece--of a very florid fantasy life.

Two facts were now clear . First, that despite all his reassurances, she was petrified that he would reject her for her fantasy-thoughts. Second, that she was fearful that he was only using her for some sort of academic/ scientific purpose, and therefore that his love for her was put on, not real--as the fantasy put it: he wanted to 'get rich' using her.

The easiest thing to do would be to stop making the demands upon her that she found so difficult to fulfill. She would certainly like nothing better. But Sam had convinced himself that that would not be best for either of them. For himself, if he continued to see her, she remaining mute about their sex-play while both continued to develop their Dom/sub relationship, she would end up becoming little more than a sort of 'love-slave'--sitting in attendance obediently at his feet. In fact, each would serve the other sexually with some loving and caresses thrown in for good measure; they would simply be using each other. It would not be a fully human relationship for either of them. Whatever her desires for a good fuck when she needed it, he cared too much for her, not to mention for himself--his own human dignity--to have them degenerate into this sort of relationship.

And for her, it would better for him to continue, because, by his attitude towards her, as well (alas poor girl) by his preaching to her, he could soften the sharpness with which these fantasies cut into her soul, as he knew they must. Sam knew too much about how the brain worked to believe that emotional patterns laid down in the brain, especially in childhood, could ever be erased/cured. She would have hers forever. But education, wisdom, experience- as applied to the emotions, could rationalize them, accommodate to them, make them livable, and so on. Make the hurts less sharp. And this could be done by discussion--indeed, that was the point of psycho-analysis.

Sam, of course, was not an analyst, and had no desire to become for for Gwen or anyone else, but that did not gainsay the fact that he, acting as her Master, and forcing her to think and understand her repressed fears, would help her--provided he exercised reasonable care.

Sam had not gotten into this relationship for this purpose, but now that he found himself in it, he had enough confidence in himself, to pursue it. He would continue as he had begun--she would be made to talk and to reveal herself--as well as to deliciously fuck and serve!

When he noticed her sitting there, anxiously awaiting his notice, he gave her a warm good morning and said,
"Well, Gwen, and what are you preparing to do with that bowl and water?"

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen smiled up at Sir adoringly. She blushed and lowered her eyes.

"I brought up some breakfast Sir. I hope you will like it. Sir I was wondering if you would permit me to wash you before you had breakfast. May I do you that service please?" She said, eyes carefully down. Her satin robe was simple and long. Flesh colored with little lacy trim. It almost matched her skin.

 

[sagredo]

'Ah' thought Sam to himself, 'She is certainly worth any and all my efforts. What a jewel!'. To Gwen he said, with a broad smile,
"Gwen, nothing I could imagine would give me greater pleasure!"

 

[FurryFury]

With no further words, Gwen grins. She keeps her eyes down and takes off her robe. She lifts the basin and begins as she did the night before at the foot of the bed. This time she cleans with a wash cloth and warm water as well as her mouth and hands. Slowly crawling up the bed she lovingly cleans Sir. Making sure to taste and smell him all over. When she is satisfied she bows before him on the bed about at his knee level.

"Thank you for letting me serve you Sir." Gwen says clearly with her face down. "Would you like further service or breakfast now Sir?"

 

[sagredo]

"Gwen, you little devil, you know I am not the one to ask. The little soldier who you have got to stand at attention, there,"I said, looking between us at the portion of my anatomy she had so thoroughly attended to," is fairly quivering with excitement and the prospect of serving you. I have little say in the matter. He is evidently at your command and I suggest you do with him as you will". I then rested my head on the beds headboard to observe what would happen.

 

[FurryFury]

"Sir? May I suck your cock?" Gwen asked. Then sliding down to Sir's cock she addressed it directly.

"Good cock? Would you mind terribly if I sucked you?" She asked giggling. Hearing no nay and turning quite pink, she began to lick at the tip like a cat with a bowl of cream. Long slow licks at first until he was leaking with pre come.

Then taking his tip she smeared that pre come on her lips and face because she knew he would like that. She slapped her self with his extra hard cock in the face four times and giggled like a kid doing something very naughty. Then began to truly suck. Making her mouth barely open enough for his cock to be pushed in it. She took in one inch than two. Sucking as she came up licking as she went down, getting more of him.

She moved higher on her knees for a better position and cupped his balls. She came up and looked with her smeared face and brilliant green eyes straight at Sir.

"I love being your cock sucker." She said turning red she ducked her head and resumed her efforts. This was for Sir. Not that she didn't love it. She did but she was trying each step to remember what Sir liked best. When she felt he was nearly ready to come, she went and got a delicate china cup. She licked at his ass and stroked his cock until he came. Then caught most of his load in the cup, the rest she licked and swallowed. She knelt again. Carefully holding her cup but making no mention of it.

"Thank you for letting me provide this service to you Sir." She said. "You must need to replenish yourself by now. Shall I pour?"

He watched her curiously. Gwen kept stealing glances at him. His cock was still hard. That was difficult for her to handle because normally had she done her job, it would not remain so. She put the cup down on the table. Helped Sir on with his black robe. Then put on flesh colored one.

They sat looking out at the day. Gwen poured Sir coffee and herself tea. She filled his plate. Then her own and taking the precious fluid of her Sir she added it to the tea, the poured some over her black berries with no comment. Happily she began to eat and drink her breakfast. She pointed out a painting in the room.

"This Sir is one done of the meadow just past the top of that hill there! I would love to have a picnic there with you for lunch perhaps if you would permit it. Do you know what you would like to do this morning?" She asked while she savored the last of her tea, pinkie extended looking oh so lady like.

 

[sagredo]

Needless to say, Sam was struck dumb by this bravura performance. Twice within 12 hours Gwen had knocked him for a loop. It was not only her final coup, eating and drinking his fluids, but everything that preceded it. She had remembered and performed to perfection all the speaking rules he had prescribed, had cast her eyes down or directly at him at just the right moments, and most of all, had acted the lady--his lady--at all times, even with her face buried in his ass. Indeed, a woman who believed herself to be and held herself as a lady even as she buried her nose in her gentleman's ass, truly was a lady--what could be a more stringent test?

As Gwen sipped her full-flavored tea, Sam was finally able to gather up his wits enough to remark,

"Gwen, you really do have exquisite taste--and not only in foods. I admired your beautiful robe with those elegant lace frills the minute I saw it.

But you must be at least a bit on edge, now. Are you not? Your exertions on my behalf must have excited your nervous system to some degree, and a gentleman wil not leave a lady in such an uncomfortable state. So please tell me, now that we are finishing this excellent breakfast and my strength is somewhat restored, what I may do to comfort you. I am at your service. My little soldier, thanks to his drugs, is still eager and at full attention. And even though his ammunition is not fully restored, with my assistance, he is nonetheless ready and able to do you service.

So please, my lady, give us our marching orders that we may go joyously into the fray."

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen sat in her chair back straight, ankles crossed looking very happy and contented. Sir finally spoke to her and made her even happier with his kind, complimentary comments.
She was indeed quite hot already but not uncomfortably so. She liked to be a little worked up, and stay on a sizzle as it were. Still, sex was always welcome with Sir. For to her it meant that she was accepted and perhaps even loved a little. The only problem was she had to come up with something in particular. She had always hated to make such decisions. She always felt like a kid in a store full of yummy confections but who can only pick one. What to do? She smiled and thought about it getting worried that she would fail. Her mind hit upon something she had thought of many times.

"Sir? I am pleased that you are happy. That you like my robe, breakfast and most of all my service to you. I am so glad you are here with me in my home. That you did not reject me last night when I erred. That you did not turn away from the ugliness of my mind. May I tell you something please?" She raised her eyes to him. got an assenting nod and she lowered her eyes.

"I had hoped that sleeping in your arms would help me with a problem I have. Usually I sleep with a pillow trying to pretend it is someone who will love and protect me. It doesn't often work." She fiddled with her fingernails nervously.

"I have nightmares and rarely feel rested or safe before during or after I sleep. Last night, because you were here, I did feel safe. I can't ever repay you enough for that. Thank you." Her voice shook with emotion. She had tears in her eyes that she would not let fall. Gwen looked outside the French doors to the tall pool privacy fence. It was stonework decorated with old fashioned small pink climbing roses on white lattice trellises.

"I would like to go to the pool. There under the waterfall I would like to have sex, Sir. If you will permit it." She said. Her heart was thumping and she played with the sash of her robe waiting for Sir's response to her request.

 

[sagredo]

Sam understood her and sought to re-assure her:

"Gwen, it is my delight to give you the love and protection you need. And you have more than 'repaid' me for anything I have given you."

He then rose, and led her to the waterfall, saying,

"Making love in the waterfall is particularly appropriate. You have become, since your hard spanking, almost as if reborn in your attitudes and so I think it is appropriate that you stand under the waterfall as the reborn Venus. I like to callf the famous picture of her birth as 'Venus, on the half-shell'. As I am sure you remember, she is nude and so seeks to modestly cover herself, one hand over her breasts, one over her little triangle."

Sam posed her just so and stood back to admire his work. He felt like Zeus, who created her. And maybe he had, or at least could take credit for aiding and encouraging her recent erotic birth, for certainly, all the talents she was so suddenly now displaying were already within her long before they met--within her but repressed.

He then knelt before her--his goddess--and removed the hand covering her mound--the mound of Venus --'mons Veneris', and began to pay homage to it with his lips. He moved her legs apart slightly, and because their positions did not allow him to navigate his mouth in proper position, he stimulated her with his hands, treating her clitoris with the roughness he knew she enjoyed. It seemed to work, for after a while she could not hold her pose of goddess-like modesty any longer. Her hips convulsed, her torso writhed and wiggled, she thrust to and fro with great energy. It all finally subsided leaving her with a look of sweet contentment.

As they returned indoors, Sam gave her her marching orders:

"I agree, let us picnic. Since we will be continuing our erotic studies, you should dress yourself in a more school-girlish manner--as a student so to speak. Wear some nice white panties and some knee socks. You may wish to carry along other panties, for variety and in case you wet yourself too much. You should also carry along some of those wet napkins people use to clean themselves when away from bathing facilities--for reasons I am sure you understand.

"I, and the hardy and eager little student I carry with me ( you know him, the one who is so devoted to your service) are looking forward to a happy and productive afternoon for all of us. I leave the choice of food, of course, to you."

 

[FurryFury]

As Sir took her, on the ledge beneath the waterfall, Gwen grew more and more excited. Her thoughts quite naturally drifted from schedules and duties to fantasy. In this case one of her as a young girl perhaps 14, drifting nude in the pool on her back. She imagines her "daddy" catching her and getting furious about it. Him sneaking up on her, slipping into the pool then grabbing her, catching her unaware. Dragging her by her now wet hair to the grotto under the waterfall. The calling the servants to watch as he spanked her brutally. Dismissing the servants, he ran his hand down her inner thighs to find them wet and ordered her to be still and just "take it." She came then shaking, finding it hard to stand, her mouth slightly open and her heart beating so fast, while her body tuned up and exploded.

She smiled down at her Sir and gave a silent thanks. Her heart felt light as she was allowed to sink into the water and swim with him for a bit. Kissing him and cuddling with him in the warmed water. She was radiantly happy and it showed.

She went to talk to cook about the picnic and then to wash up, changing into an outfit that was way back in her large walk in closet. This was no costume. It was an actually school uniform she had from her school girl days which though tight did still fit.

"Sir?" She asked tentatively. "Do you want to walk, ride horses or take an off the road vehicle up there."

 

[sagredo]

Sam chose to walk during which he questioned her about her thoughts during their session under the waterfall and she described her fantasy about her 'Daddy'. Sam knew that Gwen refused to identify Daddy with her father, and although this was undoubtedly true to some extent, Sam thought you would have to be deaf, dumb, and blind not to see that there was some association with her actual father. And especially since he, Sam, was also now a sort of father image to her, he wanted to probe her thoughts on this matter in as much depth and detail as she could muster. This is what he tried to do as they walked to their destination.

"Gwen, some of your fantasy represents things that happened, some represents things that you wish had happened to you. When I say 'represents' I mean just that: they might not necessarily be just as described--you may wish to conceal from yourself, or not know yourself, exactly what your wishes are--but they stand in for, run parallel to, or suggest what your real wishes and experiences were and are.

"Now, I have asked you to dress as a schoolgirl, and we both know that one thing that suggests is spanking. I do want to spank you during today's outing, maybe a number of times, and I know you love it. So let's take this opportunity to talk about it and its relation to your father and your fantasy. Here are some questions I want you to try to answer--and I know you now will try your hardest to do so and will not be afraid that I will reject or stop loving you for whatever you tell me.

"So tell me: Did your father spank you a great deal? Was it erotic then, in any way? Are there favorite ways and situations in which you like to be spanked? Can you explain why it is erotic for you--aside, that is, from the physical stimulation. Is part of the reason because it makes you feel 'taken in hand', secure, loved, protected. Is part of the reason the humiliation of being treated as a child?

"And anything else that comes to mind!

"So let's have a walking 'seminar' on spanking girls and grown women. You are the featured speaker. And afterwards, if all goes well, I will confess to you what turns me on about the whole business--and perhaps, as a special treat for both of us, while spanking you!"

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen looked cute in her little outfit. She thought she probably looked old but the little plaid skirt and starched shirt were cute on her even now. The old loafers and knee socks make her feel slightly silly but kind of a good silly. She had even put a ribbon in her hair and left it down. She walked with Sam and listened to what he wanted her to do. She thought hard about it and then began.

"Sam. I only remember being spanked by my father once. It was not erotic at all. It was scary at first. However as it continued I began to think, as soon as he is done, I can go back and do what I was before. I thought to myself, there isn't anything else he can do to me but this. He can't stop me." She laughed at the memory.

"Not too long ago I was talking with my Mama. Let's say five years ago? She was talking about the way kids were raised these days and how they should be beaten more. I laughed and said why is that you never spanked me or hit me? She went very still and said very quietly with some pride, "Yes Gwen, I did. I slapped you and hit you a lot, you just don't remember it. I did it mostly before you were three. That is why you've always been so well behaved." I was absolutely floored. I don't even know if it's true or not. I do know that in any room that someone raises a hand even just to gesture, particularly a closed fist I cringe inside. I have to stop myself from ducking. So now I do not know how much I actually was hit you see?" She kicks at a pebble with her little cordovan loafers, the tassels on the shoes swing a bit.

"Now my Papa, when I was older and he flew into a rage? He liked to grab you, haul you around, get you on the floor, physically dominate, choke you and sometimes hit your head against the floor or whatever surface was handy. I really thought I was going to die more than once. It was tricky too because the right words would make him laugh and quit. The wrong ones just made him go at you more. Sometimes just not fighting helped. You never knew." She swallowed hard.

"My Mama she was the rock in the family. She cleaned up the messes her mother or my Papa made. She and my Grandfather were my hero's and saints but get them mad and they were scary as hell." She smiles a little then shakes her head.

"Mama liked to slap your face hard. It is quite shocking. Particularly when you are not even aware that she is upset. Out of the blue it just stuns you. She was good at stunning. She could even hold her own with Papa most of the time." She laughs softly.

"I remember this one time a distant cousin was at the family estate? He and I did not get on at all. We were constantly fighting and driving her to distraction. She got up during one fight. We didn't notice but somehow she was right with us and she smashed our heads together hard. You know how on cartoons the creatures get hit and see stars? Well I really did. I don't know about Clayton but I sure did. I never forgot it and I swear it took about an hour before I could hold a single thought." She shakes her head at the memory.

"Okay let's see. I like to be spanked on my knees while being penetrated best. Next best would be over a lap I think, but I like to have some sex play happening before during and after the spanking. I like it to be for pleasure." She ducks her head and colors wondering if she has said too much.

"I don't feel humiliation at being treated like a child. I just like to be spanked and held. I like to feel cared for. I don't know why I like all that. I'm sorry Sir. I wish I did."

 

[sagredo]

From all this, Sam learned the following. However much her parents loved her--and they undoubtedly did--they both knocked her around a good deal. And when you hit in the way Gwen described, it is not only hurtful and often painful, but, to say the least, it is a withdrawal of love, albeit temporary. She was driven to seek to please, to avoid this treatment as a child, and still as a grown woman.

As for spanking, it is not in the same league as the physical punishment she was subjected to, so that in comparison, as she herself subconsciously understands "I just like to be spanked and held. I like to feel cared for."--one thought follows directly upon the other--spanking is an expression of caring and not wanting to hurt in any serious fashion. The behind is padded which is why parents choose it, and it is also erotic. The consequences flow directly.

Sam thought this through as the walked to their picnic area. Lost in thought, he said nothing to Gwen--there was nothing to say to her about her 'report' that would particularly contribute their relationship any good. But for himself, the information was useful. In particular, he understood how the 'humiliation' he associated with spanking was simply a male association. For a man to be treated as a child, in any way, by anyone, was a gross insult--status was everything to men. It did not have that association to women in any commensurate degree. In fact, with their lovers, they wanted to be petted, taken care of and in many ways, treated as a child. It was an expression of love and protectiveness, as was the spanking.

When they arrived at their destination, they lay side by side in the warm sun, holding hands like young lovers. Sam thought Gwen looked very cute in her outfit and especially like her care in adorning herself with the ribbon in her hair. Eventually, as young men are wont to do in this situation, he drew her to him, and started nuzzling and kissing her, meanwhile sliding his hand under her skirt and beginning vigorous exploration.

He had a hard time deciding amongst all the deliciously erotic possibilities--what to do with this lovely creature. If he could only read her mind, for he knew for certain, that however adventurous his erotic imagination was, his was nothing as compared to hers.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen was so happy with Sir on the ridge. The blanket was spread out and he seemed okay with all that she had revealed. She put down the picnic basket and snuggled with him feeling light, free and happy. I want this to last forever she thought to herself.

She remembered her younger days. Stolen secret moments with various older men who in the end were all very sweet to her and respected her limits. She had somehow chosen them well. Too bad she had not done as well with men her own age. She was always the one to bring the wine, bread and cheese, and drive them away to paradise.

Gwen smiled up as Sir began to play under her skirt and they kissed. The sort of magical kiss that only happens when strong passion, deep emotion mutual and combined, torch each other. Fire spread throughout her body and she soon was clearly needy and oh so open to her Sir.

Her eyes sparkled green and bright. She smiled at him kissing and moaning with his touches. Then reaching into the picnic basket she brought out some things. A tube of lube, some rope and the wet wipes.

"Your will be done Sir. I brought what you asked and a few other things as well. Some surprises if you will." She said meekly keeping her eyes down. She had a smile verging into a grin which she could not hide. "There are more surprises as well if you wish."

She smoothed her skirt and tried to look composed but he had to know, having just been touching her, that she was incredibly, terrifically worked up and aching by now.