Erotic Encounters

[sagredo]

When Sam saw the items the red hot- glowing Gwen extracted from her bag and showed him, ith the suggestion of more yet to come, he took a big gulp. He remembered the old saying about being sorry one gets one's wishes fulfilled. He suddenly felt like the 'innocent' in the hands of the experienced lovemaker.

But how could a gentleman say no to a lady, or a man show fear? In for a dime, in for a dollar, he said to himself. To Gwen he said, in as calm a voice as he could must:

"Okay sweetheart, show me what you have in mind."

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen widened her eyes innocently. She smiled and looked at him.

"Well, you know how you said I should have greater patience? How I should not want to rush the act itself? I want you to know I am trying. I just thought it might be easier for me if you restrained me when I get that way. So you can take your time if you wish? We don't have to of course it was just an idea that I thought might help me be better for you, Sir."

Her nipples were popped up pushing at the white starched shirt. She moved her ass a little as if already very uncomfortable and over eager.

"I only want to learn to please you Sir." She said looking down again and trying not to squirm or rub against anything until commanded to.

 

[sagredo]

"Gwen, I am continually delighted by the thought and sensitivity you give to our relationship. The lubricant will clearly necessary. I had forgotten it, but you thought of it. Looking at your condition, already, and it is still so early in our day together, I can understand your thought in bringing along rope. It certainly does look that if you remain unconstrained, you may soon grab for my cock, and rush me along before I can fully appreciate the erotic possibilities your present state has to offer.

"But I am afraid that if I keep you excited too long, it will become positively painful for you, it may even exhaust yo, damage your nerves. Since you can probably climax ten times to my one, what I will do is tie you up against that tree, and play with you for a while. Then, when you can bear it no longer (you must tell me this) we can bring you to orgasm, one way or another. And then,we can begin again at our mutual leisure."

Whereupon, Sam drew her up and tied her to a nearby tree, face forward, inserting some cloth to protect her behind from the tree's rough bark. He then pulled up her skirt, holding it in place by tucking it under her waistband, freed her breasts and tits from their constraints so that the lay freely exposed to the sunshine and his gaze, and finally, pulled her white panties down to mid thigh. Everything waas now exposed and neatly framed.

"Tell me Gwen, do you find the sight of yourself, as conceived in your mind's eye, erotic?"

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen tries to act casual and lady like though she is burning with desire. She listen's to Sir's analyzing of their current situation. She isn't sure she agrees with all of what he says but really she doesn't care, her mission is just to do as he says.

So she smiles and walks over to the tree. Allowing Sir to tie her up and feeling her body react to the shame of being exposed. She turns red and keeps her eyes down while her body goes on over drive. Gwen is dripping now, her nipples poking up and tight. She tries to answer Sir's question.

"Sir I do not find the sight of myself in my mind's eye erotic in the least." She says voice sounding strangled.

"I do find it taboo and humiliating to be this way. That, shamefully does turn me on. You are a big part why I am hot here though. With the wrong person I would be terrified and frigid. With you there is affection and trust." She closed her eyes and hoped she had said what he wanted.

 

[sagredo]

Sam stood back and admired the view. He had to admit to himself that he could really get to like having a lady tied up and thus exposed for him to do with her as he pleased. Everything about her was so erotic, he did not know where to begin.

He started with her white soft thighs above her girly socks and panties and ran his hands over them slowly, just brushing their dripping apex. While petting them, he locked eyes with Gwen. He wanted to see in her eyes her acknowledgment of and reaction to everything he was doing. His hands wandered up, under her waistband, feeling her soft belly. He took one of her hanging breasts and started sucking the tits, pulling on them, biting them, watching her as he did so. He forced her to spread her thighs as wide as possible, exposing her distended pink clit. He kneeled down for a closer inspection of her privates, his face close to them but not touching.

Her face was flushed, her lips full, her eyes burning. He stood up close to her, pressing her to the tree and whispered:

"I want you to rape my face with your lips, mouth and tongue. Make love to it with all the passion, heat, and love I see in it. You are a wonderful cocksucker and asskisser my sweetheart but all that talent is not fully used unless expended on the human face--in many ways the most sensitive and erotic part of the body. I love you kiss and the way you lick, and I want that service from you over every portion of my face whie you are as hot and loving as you are now. Your lips are as hot as the lips of your vagina, and as pink as you clitoris.

"And I will kiss you in return--although my skills are but a poor imitation of yours.

"And then there is the hardest part for you. As you kiss me, you are to also whisper in my ear, and confess all your dirty thought of the day, all your naughty images, all your secret desires for what I should do to you and you to me. And for each delectable contribution you will get a proportionate number of wacks on your behind --your punishment for being a naughty girl. No confession--no spanking"

He then leaned close to her so she could rape his face with hers andkept up his slow and smooth exploration of her thighs, breasts, tit and stomach, to keep her mind active--or rather, feverishly active with eroticv genius.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen smiled and blushed then bent her face towards Sir's. She kissed his lips gently at first, then nibbled on his lips. With her teeth she gently grabbed his bottom lip and pulled at it. She chuckled low in her throat. Then kissed him hard. It almost felt hard enough to bruise in fact. She forced her tongue in his mouth and slid it in and out. If he didn't know better he might think she was trying to gag him but he had tasked her to rape his face.

Her lips crushed against his again with bruising force yet she managed to keep their teeth from smashing together. So she did show some clear restraint in that one area. Her mouth opened and probed at his. She moaned, the sound was muffled and enclosed in their joined mouths.

Her tongue thrusts into his mouth then ran around it searching and probing like a thing starving and insistent on it's own pleasure only. Then suddenly her mouth left his and went to graze upon his cheeks, nose, and forehead. She kissed his eyes, gently bit his chin, nuzzled his temples then returning to his mouth she again attacked it with eager pleasure.

She felt him touching her skin, her pink parts and knew that she was only getting hotter. How she wished to touch him. Pull him close. Part her lips for him to enter her. She had none of that available just these tasks.

First to please him. Second to take whatever he dished out for as long as he wanted. Third to rape his face which she was doing her very best to perform though she would have been much more comfortable making love to his face. Last was the absolute hardest. She had to tell him things.

"I would like you to do what makes you happy Sir for as long at it does make you happy. That is why I brought the rope so I would not rush your pleasure." She says sucking in his ear lobe then tracing a tongue around it's outer rim.

Sir, I would like you to pinch me hard on my three points." She whispered kissing him as if possessed.

"Then penetrate me anywhere you like." She whispered quivering under his hands.

"I would like to be spanked." Gwen continued. "Maybe not all of them on my behind." She kissed his eyebrows pulling at the small hairs with her lips.

"I would like to be taken vaginally and anally." She flushed with shame.

"I would like to drink champagne with your cock in my mouth." She seemed to choke up for a moment as if that was too nasty for her to say. She slowly relaxed and resumed her passionate efforts on his mouth running her tongue over each of his teeth.

"I would like to feed you and let you feed me. Bask in the sun. Enjoy the day." She said kissing and nibbling at him.

"And since you brought it up, I'd like to be raped. I have always fantasized about rape. This would be play rape of course." She said quickly. Then returned to the business at hand dipping her tongue into his mouth, moving her face from side to side getting even more passionate and wilder.

 

[sagredo]

"A good start, Gwen. I know there is a lot of dirt lying in your memory still un-ploughed, but you have at least scraped the surface as hard as you could. And all your wishes will be granted, in time."

Sam drew back and watched her. She was literally writhing, wiggling and rubbing whatever she could. Her face was shiny with exertions, her lips parted and panting, her eyes often rolling. She thought that she could take whatever he gave in terms of restraint, but he doubted it. This girl seemed at least to him to be going crazy with desire.

But he could not stop himself from enjoying the sight of her just a bit longer. Her breasts were flinging about, nipples rigid. Her ass was wriggling wildly hoping for some stimulation from the tree. Sam reached into her bag to see what was there and lo and behold there were some candles. That should be fun. He loved to poke things up ladies' asses. He reached behind her, lubricated her asshole, and slowly pushed one in and then out and then in--deep.He asked her how it felt.

He just couldn't let go of the sight of her thrashing and wiggling and her privates framed by her panties and socks and raised skirt. To keep it gong a bit longer he took some time to give her further orders:

"Gwen, I am going to do everything you want, but I want you to remember what you must do. I want you to continually offer yourself to me, in every position you can think, suggest and demonstrate as many lewd positions and ways of taking you, enticing me to try them, and thanking me for doing you when I am done, each time. Use the most lewd words you can imagine, and use your eyes as you know so well how to do, either loooking straight at me, or lowering them with a modest blush.

"Now I know I have told you that I do not make women beg to be fucked, but all of this tying up business is affecting me too strongly. I want you to ask to be fucked, loud and clear and lewd, and then my cock will drill you to the tree; and with that candle up your ass, it should be especially satisfying to you"


Sam then idly pulled on her hanging tits as he waited for her to do as she had been told. He was sure she would enjoy every moment of it.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen was a little out of it now. She wanted to be fucked and RIGHT bloody NOW! She tried to think of what to do. How many damn forms could she do tied to a tree. She wanted to please Sir but her control and brain kept slipping.

"Sir! Sir, please come here. I am offering myself to you. Any position you want. Any hole you want. Just come here!" she said moving as much as she could. She sounded frustrated and desperate. She didn't look very ladylike at all. The candle started to slip as she wiggled.

"Sir, come on please. Use me. Use my body. Let it make you happy." She begged. "Please fuck my slit, Sir!" She said turning red faced again.

 

[sagredo]

Sam had tied Gwen very simply. He had just wrapped the rope about her body below her breasts about the tree trunk. Her arms were at her side, also held down by the rope. Her legs were free.

Sam grabbed hold of her ankles and lifted them high above her head and then spread them. She was being held up by the tree and by his arms. Everything was on display--her ass and her wet, wide, and pink pussy enflamed with desire. Her legs were high above her head, Her bottom thrust out.

"Gwen, this is the most lewd position I have had you in. I think I will have you like this all the time."

They looked into each others eyes and he smiled. She seemed to embarrassed and surprised at being upended in this way to register anything but shock on her face. Little droplets slid down from her pussy to her ass and the dropped to the ground.

"Yes, you should be embarrassed by being in this position--a grown women in a child's uniform exhibiting her wares this way. You will get a good spanking for this lewd behavior"

She had a full, well-shaped woman's ass--not a tiny perky little girl's--which looked especially lewd with the little girly white panties down around her thighs. Sam gave her three solid whacks on the behind and then pulled out his cock and inserted it into her warm, wet slit, while draping her legs over his shoulders.

Then he started a steady rhythmic thrusts each so hard that he drove the air from her causing her to grunt, and with each thrust, he used his free hands to spank her on each side of her exposed ass, once per side per thrust. Every so often, he slipped a finger over to her ass-hole to keep the candle firmly in place.

After a steady pace was had been established for a while, he suddenly stopped and, keeping one foot in the air, allow the other to drop to the ground. Her legs were now even further apart. It was a new position.

"Gwen, this is an even sexier position--what a lewd woman your are!"

And he slipped into her sidewise and enjoyed fucking her some more in this new position. After a while, he reached over with his free hand and grabbed one of her breasts, pulling hard towards him so hid mouth could reach its tit. At first her merely sucked hard. Then he bit at it playfully.

Gwen, he figured was soon going to orgasm and he was fairly sure she was going to help herself with her fantasy. Sam was going to grab her attention from that fantasy in a way she would remember. She said she liked to be painfully pinched and he was going to give one she would not soon forget!

He suddenly moved her tit toward the back of his teeth--his molars--and bit down hard as if he were grinding a piece of meat between his teeth. Not enough to produce blood, but a really painful shock. Gwen gaped in surprise, and her eyes widened and quickly began to tear. She barely suppressed a scream.

As soon as the pain had registered, Sam began to soothe the tit with his lips and Gwen was soon left with an hot and throbbing tit and a shock to her system. She soon came--whether her fantasy was recalled to help, Sam did not know.

After he knew she had come, Sam followed. He then quickly withdrew is cock, untied her, and carried her to their blankets. He wondered if she would remember, after all this, to sweetly thank him properly for the sex as he had instructed.

After she had time to recuperate, he told her to prepare their lunch and open the champagne. She was then to lie with her head on his bare lap, his cock resting on her face and close to her lips. They would lovingly feed each other, and, as she had wished and he now ordered, each time she would have some champagne she was to cocksuck a bit, occasionally dipping it in to flavor her glass. In this way all of them, Sam, Gwen, and cock, would gather strength for their next bout.

They expressed mutual love and admiration while feeding each other, during which Sam could hardly stop himself from telling her, over and over, how wonderfully lewd she looked in her various positions at the tree. She seemed to appreciate his appreciation of her sexual powers of attraction. In any case, she smiled proudly.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen was shocked at Sir's positioning of her body and his words to her. It made her want to run and hide. It made her wet, filled her with heat and desire. She slipped into a fantasy the one where she is in college and abducted. She was so close, could feel it building inside her then PAIN!

She couldn't believe the pain, she watched him sooth it away, wanted to tell him it's okay. It doesn't matter. It even feels good in a way, but she just couldn't speak right then in fact she shuddered into a powerful tumult of orgasm that caught her by surprise and swept her away.

She was stunned. Next she thing knew, the tree was gone and she was back on the picnic blanket in her idyllic setting. She looked up at the sky. It was covered with big fluffy clouds. The world seemed to be spinning without her. She cuddled with Sir.

"Thank you Sir." She said. When he bade her to she took out their simple lunch. She had a French Baguette, three creamy cheeses, firm grapes, and champagne. To Gwen this made the perfect romantic picnic but she was worried about Sir's feelings he might not like her choices.

She enjoyed drinking the champagne then sucking on Sir while the stuff bubbled had a chance to tickle and pop against his cock. Gwen loved feeding Sir and letting him feed her.

She showered him with affection, attention and worship. He made her blush with words of love and praise. She was supremely happy. Life she thought, can be very, very good.

 

[sagredo]

When they had rested sufficiently, Sam, who was sitting with his back to the tree, told Gwen to move forward and straddle his lap facing him. He then pulled up his knees so that her slit was just higher than his now re-stiffened penis and told her to insert it.

"Gwen, I want you to slowly slide down my knees and watch as my cock slides into you, wait a moment to feel it fully within you and then push yourself up so that it slides almost all the way out, as it started. I want you to keep do things, up and down, in and out, as I talk to you.

"Look how nicely they fit together, my ardent cock in the warm embrace of your vagina. Both know they were made for each other. One seeking the other welcoming. Each thirsting for the other. You should understand how this simple and beautiful picture is but one variation on of a theme repeated at all levels and throughout nature.

"The egg is surrounded by thousands of eager sperm, each trying to fertilize it. They perform corkscrew motions trying to screw through the egg's protective layer to deposit their genetic material. It is just like the many men who wish to screw each woman. Each try to penetrate her protective layers so that their sperm can have a chance at her egg.

Did you know that the egg plays an important and active role in determining which sperm are successful? It repels most sperm and allows only the ones that 'appeal' to 'her' access. And isn't that so on the level of woman and man. She holds back most and welcomes but the few which appeal to her. The play between men and women is the replay of that between sperm and egg!

"This the biological clue to so much of what we do at the human level. Selective women do not go around advertising their wares, welcoming all men to enter them. They learn how to both attract possibly suitable suitors and how to keep out all but a few. All their clothes and their social manners--their haughtiness or stand-offishness-or prudery or properness--push one way, but beneath it, when they decide to welcome the man, they have the soft enticing underclothes beneath their skirts, their soft remarks in a man's ear, their flirtatiousness. They choose their sperm donors as their eggs choose their sperm.

"The more active they are in sending signals, one way or the other, the more control they have, the more power they exercise. Their power of attraction--both the woman and her egg-is that of softness and yielding. And man needs these signals, he needs proper encouragement, at all levels also. Men and their sperm both tire in the struggle to screw--if they are not wanted, they need to know and conserve the energy and enthusiasm to look elsewhere.

"My one-eyed dick is penetrating you, it is encouraged to burrow into the many-petalled flower at the head of your vagina. The sperm is shaped in a fashion somewhat reminiscent of one-eye--a vigorous probing sensitive head followed by a much longer tail which pushes it forward. Similarly, the man's probing hand penetrates first the outlying protective coating of the wman's manner towards, and her skirt, peels back the petal-like panties and prepares the way for the next stage. The woman's body responds to the hand, her pulse quickens, she spreads her legs, she produces chemical signals that waken her body. Her clitoris, the signal trigger, is activated, it swells and increases its sensitivity. And when it feels penetration, it sends out signals for the next stage.

"When you submit to me, to my demands, it is you who are exercising the real power. You who are encouraging my efforts. And when you feel that tinge of what we so poorly call humiliation or debasement and yet are thrilled by it sexually, it is simply your body reacting to doing something it has been trained not to do almost all the time, to keep out the unwanted suitor and his sperm. Your blush and 'shame' signal the man that you are selective, that this is not your usual act. The same and blush is merely the thrill of doing the normally forbidden. And that thrill, is also your body encouraging you to do it for this one man, this one suitor, one of his sperm. It is a completely healthy response, as is your submissiveness--which you use. knowingly or not, to encourage the man, stiffen his spine, his pride, and his cock.

"As you submit, and as you blush, so you capture and control. As you the lewd things I demand of you--as you even offer them as an aid to my imagination--I feel, and you know (or should know) that you capture and bind me to you and claim my biological material for your own use.

"So Gwen, I want you to think on this as I slide in and out of you, and remember it--remember the underlying biological mechanism--and remember it as you so sweetly submit to my lewdest sexual demands upon your sexy body!

And now I want you to take the doggie position so that I can play with all your parts and then shove one-dick up your sweet ass."

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen was happy to have Sir inside her again but to have to look, well that was not what she wanted at all. Sir wanted it so she did it but her brain kept trying to block out the sight anyway while she listened to Sir. Bugger! She thought.

If I could close my eyes, make my own thoughts then I could really fly. Gwen wondered if all men where like this, thinking so deeply about sex. Surely not. Men weren't supposed to think at all. Men were supposed to rut, shit, and sleep. Of course she wouldn't go for a man like that. She enjoyed Sir inside her, sliding on him, he going in and nearly out, she moving up and down him. The temptation to close her eyes was a great one but she worked hard at listening and watch that which she did not want to see.

Sir told her to assume the doggie position.

"Thank you Sir." She said before moving. She wanted to hold him, kiss him but now was not the time.

She took the doggie position quickly and with grace. Gwen was most eager for this, her favorite of positions. She didn't want to think about what he would be seeing of her. She was displayed, wide open, swollen and dripping now, the breeze across the hill top made her hot cunt aware of this again. She wiggled a little. Impatient and wanting to be filled.

She imagined herself as Fi Fi waiting to be filled and shivered. Part of her found that idea to be hot and part found it to be horrible.

"Sir please will you poke me with your one eyed dick?" She asked looking back and smiling as he liked. It was hard to say such things. Perhaps it was getting a little easier but it was still so very hard.

She was getting more desperate now. What did it take to get him to fuck he?. Maybe he didn't like the way she looked. She felt her emotions turning over and rioting inside her. She blushed hard picturing how she might look to him. Of course this would turn him off. It certainly did her. What can she do?

"Please, please Sir take your willing servant. Make her body yours. Fill me. Pinch me. Spank me. Do anything you want. Please!" She said in a low begging tone wiggling some more. Gwen knew her face was red. She wondered if she were red all over. Could her ass be red too? She looked down at her boobs hanging straight down and felt shame. Not a pretty picture she decided. No wonder Sir isn't taking me.

She felt him move behind her. Felt the blanket under her shift and pull. She both relaxed and tensed at the same time eager for any touch or penetration. Gwen needed to feel okay again, maybe even attractive and wanted. She was relying on Sir to find her so but what if he didn't? She decided to try again it wasn't easy but she tried hard to force the words out.

"Please Sir, fuck your girl." She said then squeezed her eyes shut disbelieving such a thing had come out of her own mouth.

 

[sagredo]

Sam, by now, had a pretty good idea about some of Gwen's erotic likes and dislikes. And, as it turned out, very often they were very different than his own. For example, he knew she hated seeing her breasts hanging beneath her in the doggie position. They were no longer those of a girl who had born no children; they were womanly and well used. But Sam found them terrifically erotic for just that reason. And he loved to 'milk' her, to pull hard on her tits, to make them swing and sway, and, of course, to suckle them. He knew she wanted rough play with her tits and he had given her some. But this he could do only certain conditions--he rarely really liked to physically hurt a woman--they liked it more that he!

She was eager to get fucked in the ass in her girlie costume, but he wanted to play with her first. She would have to learn to wait. The best way to calm an overheated woman was a sharp spanking, and this he proceeded to do. His little heifer was wiggling in anticipation--and he loved when the ladies wiggled. He gave ten hard slaps, each harder than the next, right across the middle of her ass, saying "calm down, girlie, calm down,,,you'll get your visit from one-eye soon enough". The pain was enough to calm her, although he knew that its effect would not last for long; the spanking would soon heat her even more.

Then he knelt down to her level face to face, and grabbed her tits, and as he pulled on them hard, he kissed her. It was a great experience to kiss the heated lips of an excited woman, to watch the lust in her eyes. Having no other way to express herself, she put everything she had in returning the kiss, and wiggling even harder.

Since his cock was standing tall before her face, he couldn't resist telling her to give the little man a kiss also-- a bit of encouragement. For he had a lot of work to do. Ever the ardent cocksucker, she immediately complied with great gusto. Sam had a hard time pulling himself away.

Finally, he decided he could no longer maker her suffer. He gave her the job of lubricating all the necessary surfaces on him and in her ass-that was fun to watch also, and then moved into position to her rear. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed them down so her ass would stick up high, and then plunged in. She heaved a great sigh of satisfaction, and Sam began ramming away at her.

As he rammed her encouraged her with slaps on the buttocks--it was rather like riding a mare. And to give her even more help, he occasionaly reached forward and pinched her clit. The more she wiggled the more he was inspired to give ram her hard, and eventually all concerned reached their goal.

"Gwen, he said, you are a great little fuck!", and he lay down with her in his arms on the grass and they nuzzled until it was time to return to her house. As they walked back, she in her chaste little girl's outfit, he noticed a very contented sway to her hips and smile on her still flushed lips. This evening, after they rested and ate, he realized that it was up to him to devise a set of more erotic kinks, to keep their mutual interest up. He would have to stretch his own boundaries to do so, but had no worries about stretching hers. She was game for any degree of lewdness--as long as she didn't have to say the words to describe it, that is!

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen takes her joy from being with Sir. Not so much from sex per se as from the tolerance and love she feels at times coming from him. A certain part of her feels alive and free as she almost never has.

They gather up the things, clean up and walk back to the house. Gwen leaves most of the items in the kitchen to be taken care of but the toys and such she takes herself and puts away.

She brings Sir into the sauna. The redwood smells fragrant and dry until she adds a bit of water to the coal like element. A steam rises up, the warmth is so great it makes one's entire body warm. She kisses Sir deeply they spend some time there. Each watching the trickles of sweat go down their naked skin, touching, kissing and caressing. The smiles between them are soft and loving. Gwen licks a stream of sweat off of Sir's skin. She sighs with contentment. When they have had their fill of the heat she shows Sir the shower.

The shower is complicated looking with nozzles all over and a programing device. She hits some buttons and pulls Sir in. He hears exotic bird noises and a warm rain fall seems to be falling from everywhere all at once. Gwen laughs at Sir's expression to this. She shows him a bench to sit or lie on and looks at his cock longingly.

"May I suck it Sir?" She asks. She thinks about being in the rainforest. Finding a man for the first time and being forced onto her knees to service him. "Please?"

He nods and she begins to lave his cock with her tongue flattening it out just hitting the underside and stroking with her tongue there over and over again. Her lips tighten as she suddenly covers three inches of his cock enveloping it in warm wet flesh. She begins to bob and suck. Murmuring around him, she sends vibrations through and up his cock.

Before long she is able to take in his length, opening herself, making love, worshiping at his knees. Her nose is in his pubic hair and tickles at her. She smiles to herself. He grabs her head, taking her wet hair as reigns suddenly, riding her face forcing her backwards. Kneeling on her chest taking her to the shower floor, fucking her face now at his pace until he explodes. She shivers and smiles loving his strength and mastery of her. The "rain" falls on her body as she swallows desperately and tries not to gag.

He finishes with her. She just lays there. He moves off of her and she finds he is suddenly behind her. He roughly lifts her head. Pushing her up and onto her hands and knees.

"You didn't say thank you." He says.

He begins to spank her ass hard. She feels like she is about to break and come at the same time. Her cunt feels like it's doing flips and turning inside out.

"Ahhhh! Thank you Sir!" She says.

"Thank you for what?" Sir keeps spanking her hard.

"Thank you for letting me suck your..." He spanks harder getting furious now.

"Say it! NOW!" He roars.

"Thank you for letting me suck your cock." She screams starting to cry.

"What does that make you?"

"Your little." He pounds her ass red, it feels like it's on fire. It feels like she might climax. Oh no! How could that be? He growls again and goes into a fury hitting her ass hard.

"You will start to say these things without hesitation." He states in a low rumble. "Say it! That makes you my what?"

"Cocksucker! Sir!" She cries.

"Too damn late!" He continues to pound on her. She looses her thought processes and drifts, then he stops. Somehow though she wanted him to, Though he had made her wonder if she would die or come, she misses it. She wants it back. Gwen fears it too and slumps down to the shower floor, her hard nipples sliding against the cool tile. Her breasts being squeezed. She whimpers unsure if it is from wanting more or the pain.

Sir washes himself off and walks out shaking his head.

She starts to sob. She wants to do better. Why does she keep screwing up?

Slowly she numbly begins to clean up herself and leaves turning the shower off. She wonders what Sir will do or say to such an abject failure next.

 

[sagredo]

Sam is in bed. naked, sitting up with his back to the headboard, when Gwen as steps tentatively into the room. She is wrapped in a towel with her eyes downcast. She looks very forlorn.

Sam beckons to her to stand by the bed, tells her to turn around, and lifts the towel. He is concerned about how hard he had spanked her and inspects her behind. It is still quite red. He asks her if it still hurts and she shakes her head. Then he tells her to come to bed and moves her so that they spoon. His arms encircle her, each cupping a breast. He moves his head over hers, nibbles at an ear, and then whispers into it:

"Gwen, darling, I know that the physical pain you felt was bittersweet--it hurt but you you somehow also enjoyed it. I also know that you are really hurt by my apparent disappointment and by my apparent rejection of you. You so easily feel rejected, you are so anxious to please. I wish I could ease your fears of rejection, but I know that nothing I can say will prevent it from recurring with each new incident. The underlying emotions are forever imprinted in your brain. I can only tell you each time that I love you and do not reject you. I must correct you but cannot reject you because I love you. "

He pauses and kisses her ear and asks,

"Do you understand?"

She silently nods, takes a deep breath, and snuggles a bit closer. Sam continues,

"I really appreciated what you did with me in there. The love and care you showed. How hard you tried to give me pleasure--and how well you succeeded . You are a wonderful and imaginative lover!

"We know that some things are hard for you to do and that you tend to forget what is hard and avoid saying the various phrases that please me. We also know that, however, embarrassed you feel, you also feel the need to submit to my demands. You wish to submit and that the embarrassment and humiliation you feel also adds to your erotic pleasure. So we are both working in the same direction. The only problem is your fear of rejection when I find that you need correction and express it to you. Just try remember that it is an irrational reaction. That will not stop you from feeling the fear, but it can alleviate the pain, and help you get over it."

Sam then turns her around and looks deeply into her eyes, trying to see what effect if any he has had. She shows him a shy smile. He hugs her to him, hard, and gives her a deep and passionate kiss.

Their legs entwine and he feels his cock stiffen. My God, he wonders, can I do even more tonight? So soon after coming? The wonders of modern medicine--the thinks, remembering the potency pills he has been taking.

And then he remember that this woman in his arms has just had a good spanking and is undoubtedly hot to trot. He starts to think of scenarios. But maybe she will show him the way again?

 

[FurryFury]

Not every time has to be a new thing or a Domination/submission thing with them. No sometimes they can be like just two people who are lovers, sweet and simple. There are endless variations and sometime the soft romancing melody of sex can be more powerful than any toy or degradation. This was one of those times.

Their bodies began moving together in time. Mouth's meeting and matching tempo, while her body opens to his hard cock, taking him in and fitting to him like lyrics to music his hard cock takes her breaking her open like a virgin never touched his mouth closing over her, possessing her in a whole different way. Now that he has punished her. He takes her with the tender virtuosity of a musician with an instrument.

Gwen had her worst and most unbelievable fantasy of all just then. That of having someone who loved her, protected her and kept her forever. She feels her soul crack open a little. That tiny but deep fracture of hope and wishing, threaten to overwhelm and destroy her.

Gwen as Sir's instrument makes music to his ears. Her pants, moans, screams and gasps of pleasure are like a symphony to him. When he makes her gush and clinch, when her orgasm makes her scream and thrash he smiles fondly at her before moving them into a position that he can more forcefully fuck her making his own climax explode.

They lay together like new teen lovers legs and arms entwined. She cries hot tears of fear and hope. Their fluids are mixing and dripping together. Sir looks puzzled at her sudden emotional storm. Gwen haltingly explains her fantasy blushing and feeling more hot tears slide out of her eyes, down her face to land on her near or go in her ears she gets more emotional.

"Shhh" He says at a loss for words soothing her and kissing her tears away. He rubs her back and becomes her Daddy giving her succor from all those years of loss. He makes her feel cherished and for once, good enough.

Once again they got cleaned up and made their way downstairs. Gwen finally showed the rest of the buildings and grounds to Sir. Gwen was very much the lady now. She was not at all like the panting musical beast open and wet, throbbing around him she had been just a short while earlier.

When they got to the music room, he told her to play for him. She sat at the black grand piano, her hands touching the white but yellowing ivories with something akin to awe. She loved the play of black and white contrasting on her piano. She began to play Artur Schnabel’s Seven Piano Pieces her eyes closing, her back straight but oh she swayed a bit with passion for the music. Gwen did not play the entire suite but just a little of it until she looked around. She opened her eyes and felt Sir was engrossed in looking at her books or pictures again. She stopped at the end of the second piece and sighed thinking about the Alps. She saw her cook in the door way and noted the subtle signal that dinner was ready.
She was regretful that she had not at least made it through the fourth piece but she rose to go to dinner.

"Sir it seems we have dinner waiting, shall we?" She said and he held out his arm as if they were going to a ball. She took it. Together they walked out to the pool.

Dinner was very simple. Gwen liked evening meals to be very light and simple. This evening she had requested a black bean soup, and a ham and spinach salad with honey vignette.
They sat at a small table for two around the pool, the night sky was full of diamond like stars. Gwen smiled at Sir as they ate. Little floating candles bobbed in the water. Gwen couldn't help but ask a question.

"Sir?" She said averting her eyes. "Are you glad you came this weekend? You have gotten angry at me more than once." She squirmed a little in her chair. Her bottom was still quite sore and stung. "Has it been more positive for you than negative? Would you consider visiting me again?" Her lower lip trembled a little as she fought for composure.

 

[sagredo]

Gwen, very anxiously, asks Sam whether he is willing to visit her again, and he replies:

"Gwen, of course I am willing and eager. And I will if you let me. But in what guise will I come or will you let or want me to come, is a question that we should get straight between us now, since you have brought up this subject.

"We started, at least in my mind, under one scenario and we have drifted into another. Erotic Encounter, in my mind, occurred when a man and woman met for dates in which they played an agreed upon erotic game with each other--in our case the D/s game. And I also looked forward to frank talk about our feelings and thoughts about the D/s relationship and erotic ideas in general.

"When you came to the hotel room, it was a game in my mind, as it was when I visited your office. You have been first rate in submitting to all my demands of you and I assumed you enjoyed doing so as much as I.

"There was a lack of conversation and even an inhibition about the use of words on your part. I tried to encourage you to talk. I tried to make you view the shame you felt in speaking certain words in a different way. I talked about thinking about yourself as a courtesan, about being proud of what you were doing, looking me in the eye, feeling free to talk about things.

"But even there, the was a basic misunderstanding between us. You viewed my suggestions as orders, to be obeyed by a good submissive, not as attitudes to be taken to heart and made part of you. You smiled and looked me in the eye because I 'taught' you to smile. You forced yourself, as a good sub, to avoid the traditional downcast eye.

"What then happened was, in effect, that I absorbed your viewpoint of our relationship in place of mine. And began looking at us as Master training Sub. This emerged most clearly once I had arrived here and started instructing you on (more or less traditional M/s) phrases to use and then spanked you hard when you failed to remember to use them. You have encouraged this, I believe, provoking my anger, leaving you sobbing on the floor feeling unworthy after you had worked so hard to please me. You have encouraged ne to act in ways that I never before have with women.

"Now, I can play that game also--it is seductive to a man. I would never treat you in the ways that one sees to commonly in descriptions of BDSM--feeding women scraps of food on the floor, putting them in torture chambers, and so one, but I can certainly play a 'Daddy Dom' which is the type I think you seek in any case.

"So I can play either game and I think you should decide which one you want before we go on together. The difference is large in terms of attitudes on both our parts. It also determines the closeness of our relationship. If we meet occasionally for D/s games here and there, we are still free agents. We can see others, we meet only for finite, well defined times, and view it all as merely an erotic game. If I become a more traditional Dom, however, this means that in many respect (details to be worked out to mutual agreement) I will dominate at least certain parts of your life; you will not be entirely free, I will not overly worry about your self-image during humilation ( I will let you enjoy the erotic kick it gives you as you will), I will worry less about hurting you when you get spanked, or otherwise given pain. I am sure you get the picture.

"Which do you want? I am willing to train you as my submissive so you learn to please me. Or, I am willing to play occasional erotic games with you, here, in your office, in hotels, outdoors and so on. On the other hand, if we establish a regular D/s relationship, then I will be with you on a daily basis, and necessarily, here in you home with you, on a more regular basis. (By the way, I have no desire to interfere any way with your business activities and of course we would remain financially independent of one another).

"So, again, which do you want?"

 

[FurryFury]

"Sir I think you should decide what you truly want. I started this with you in hopes of pleasing you. From what you just said, I am not up to that task. Though I may please you some small part of the time, overall you are not getting what you want." She starts to quietly cry.

"I would like to have you in my life anytime and anyway that would please you. I would not like to imprison you into something that ultimately will never satisfy you or continue to make you mad at me so often. So I don't know what to tell you. It sounds like you need someone else, someone who fits your needs better." She is now heaving sobs and averting her face, which is miserable and dessolate.

 

[sagredo]

Sam looked at Gwen. He was very confused. He thought he had made himself clear.

He thought to himself, " she tells me "I would like to have you in my life anytime and anyway that would please you", and I have told her that I do want her as my submissive mistress" I know she wants that. I would not have asked to be that if I thought I was 'imprisoning' myself. I do not willingly imprison my self with anyone."

Sam tried again. He got up and walked over to where Gwen was sitting, miserable and sobbing, Took her hand, knelt, and said,

"Gwen, I want us to be together. I hope you will accept the role that you have already seemed to accept: as my dearly beloved submissive. Before I ask you to act in this role, I need--we both need--an explicit acknowledgement of this. Can you acknowledge it? Please do this for both of us."

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen nods and smiles through her tears.

"Yes, yes of course I will. I will be your submissive. You will be with me...forever." She whispers the word forever as if she is in prayer and so hopeful. Her lips quiver a little as she tries to smile. She hugs him like she will never let him go. Gwen shakes with emotion.

 

[sagredo]

They hug each other until Gwen seems to have calmed down and is awaiting what comes next. Sam tells her to dismiss the servants for the night, and when she returns, he is back in his char which has been turned away from the dinner table. He tells her to kneel before him, sitting on her heels, legs closed, and hands folded in her lap and to pay close attention to what he has to say.

"We are now entering a new relationship--new because it with an open acknowledgment of our goals and a firm pledge on both are parts as to our roles. I will start with repeating and re-emphasizing some of the generalities I said before so that you can give me your informed assent. I will take and keep you as mine, spiritually, emotionally and sexually. I will protect guide and nurture these parts of your life. I will not desert you although you are free to desert me--at which point, all my oaths to you are null and void. I am happy to give these assurances to you.

"I expect that you will be happy to give me your assurances in return. You will accept that your primary concern in our relationship is to make me happy with your behavior, and that that is to be attained by following my directives and to accept punishment when you fail, You accept that I will be training you to make me happy and you will accept correction with a positive attitude.

"These are the most basic things. There are other important factors which I will mention at this time. One refers to punishment. I need a mode of punishment that is not primarily the kind of pain you actually enjoy, but provides real incentive for you to obey. And since I am not inclined to sadism, it will be psychological--I will show you my disappointment with you and withdraw for a period of time from you. I may also forbid you from having orgasm. You must learn that this is not a rejection of you, it is merely a technique that will work with you because of your great fear of rejection. It is the only instrument that I am comfortable with, to train you to my will.

"You must always be honest with me, even when I ask the most intimate and embarrassing questions. We cannot have a true, loving and trusting relation, in my opinion, if you lie or slide around the truth--avoiding uncomfortable parts of it . If I sense that you are not being thoroughly honest--even giving me more that I ask for--I will, of course, punish you.

"You will practice at least some of the standard manners of the submissive. Ask permission to speak, keep your eyes lowered unless told to do otherwise, ask to perform various services for me when appropriate and thank me afterwards. You will not shirk from using lewd and direct terminology, especially when you have specifically been told to do so in the past.

"Dearest Gwen, you may now ask me about what I have said and object if you wish, and even, at this late stage, withdraw from this arrangement. Otherwise, please tell me that you understand and accept--wholeheartedly. If so, I want you to turn around, flip up your dress over you back, and assume the ass presentation position as I have taught you. This will be your physical expression of complete submission and we will then perform some other acts to consummate our new relationship of loving devotion, I to you and you to me."

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen acquiesced to Sir, but while her heart soared it also felt a frightening hitch. Could she keep him happy? Could she handle being shunted aside and ignored when she erred? How long could such a "permanent" arrangement last? She shivered with fear.

"Yes I understand. I don't have any questions." She said quietly with her eyes down. Then she did just what Sir said. While her heart beat a strange stuttered rhythm.

 

[sagredo]

Sam sat there for a while saying nothing, just enjoying the spectacle of this beautiful creature in a pose of complete submission, here pantie smoothly covering her broad hips, her forehead pressed to the floor, quietly and meekly awaiting his will. Then he rose and faced her and got down on his knees. He unzipped his pants letting his cock stand straight as a pole in front of Gwen's still bowed head. He told her to lift her head so that her lips were just above his cock.

"Gwen, you will now suck me in this position. When you feel I am jut about to come, you will remove my cock from your lips, and give yourself a 'facial'. I want to see my ejaculate on your cheeks, over your eyes, in your ears and hair. I like to see a woman submit herself to this, and it gives my a sense of 'possession' over your face.

"Having done this shameful(?) thing you will be spanked, as punishment. You will resume ass presentation position, pull down your panties and await my strokes. I am going to hit you hard and you must thank me for my efforts after each stroke. You must ask for more correction until you can stand it no longer. Let us see how long you can last! I also wish you to wiggle your ass during and after each stroke--I enjoy seeing that. When we are finished, rise and give me a deep curtsey, raising you skirt high so that everything including your red ass may be seen. You stand there for my delectation until I tell you that you may lower your skirt.

"You may now proceed to suck"

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen was still in turmoil. Sir's contradictory language didn't really help. She didn't see why she should do exactly what he said and then be punished for it. Why not just admit that they both liked the spankings and do them rather than call them punishments? He had just gotten through saying real punishment would be different than the things she loved. They would be things she didn't want. Coldness, neglect, the sorts of things she was all too familiar with. In the end she decided it really didn't matter. She wanted to do what Sir wanted. She wanted to be spanked so who cared why or what it was termed?

She began to suck his cock like never before. Paying special attention to that underside place just past the first inch or so of him. Hitting that with her tongue over and over again. Even while she sucked and moved on him. Her right hand also stroking when she could do so and stay balanced. Doing a face plant on the concrete around the pool would not be good.

She began to get into it. Her mind going to her Fi Fi fantasy until she almost forgot about pulling him out. She barely registered that he was getting a little bigger and pulsing in her mouth before he came. She pulled out with a gasp, her mouth open like a cat scenting something. He shot on her face, he was so close it was shocking. She pulled her head back but it was too late. Her eyes were already stinging, his spunk was dripping down her face, into her mouth, down her chin and neck. She swallowed the little she actually could . Gwen kept blinking trying to get the sting out of her eyes, as tears rolled down her face.

She went back down and put her ass up in the air trying not to show her distress. Sir spanked her and she felt herself getting excited all over again due to the spankings. So while her eyes tried furiously to clear themselves she wiggled and thanked Sir for each spanking, then begged for more.

Gwen knew this was wrong and foolhardy The truth was her ass was already sore as hell from the times he had beat it in anger this weekend. Still she felt none of the soreness. She just wanted more of the hot rhythm on her ass. So thank and beg she did. In her mind she was in the Daddy Room but he required her to keep count or to say certain things just so. She was too excited to do it right which earned her more spankings. She got very close to coming just from the spanking and her thoughts. She didn't though she wanted to keep going but eventually she began to sob and had to admit she was over her limit by quite a bit.

She remembered to stand but stumbled a little. She curtseyed and pulled up her skirt. Showing off her very red ass.

 

[sagredo]

Sam, looked at the sight Gwen presented to him for a while. Quite a change from the first time they met when she lifted her skirts for him! He doubted whether she now had the same thrill of hot erotic humiliation she had the first time. But now her ass had been thoroughly heated, so maybe that made up for it.

He motioned for her to turn around so that he got a complete view of front and rear. Since her panties were down at her feet by now, she had to take tiny baby steps to turn around. That was good to watch also.

When he finally tired of the sight, he allowed her to lower her dress and she stood there, his cum covering her face, awaiting direction.

But He knew she had not come.

"Gwen, it will give me great pleasure if you will do the following. First strip off your clothes. Then go and get the two vibrating dildos I spotted in your little package of toys today during our picnic. Then come back here and assume the doggie position. Then assist me in putting one dildo up your ass, and the up your vagina--it need to know the best positions for them, for you--I must confess, I am a virgin in dildo placement.

You may either stay like a doggie while they work their wonders, or assume the Fi-Fi position. And then let us wait and watch. If you need to move around, by all means do so--either on all fours or hopping on your haunches. I will enjoy all your wiggles also.

And if you really, really want to make me happy, try to tell me, as you review your fantasies--as I know you will--what you are imagining at various times.

When you have achieved our mutual goal, come to me, and I will have the pleasure of removing the vibrators from you"