Erotic Encounters

[FurryFury]

Gwen was confused. She smiled at Sir but she wasn't sure what to do. To her walking nude to the house was scary and bad. She did as he asked her body felt like it was shaking the whole time.

She brought the vibrating dildos and lube. Gwen looked at Sir as if asking him with her eyes if she could speak. He nodded fractionally.

"Sir dildos won't make me come, not inside me anyway. If that is our mutual goal then I fear it won't work. They also won't stay inside me without assistance particularly if I move around.
Now this one? If used on me in a rather vigorous way so that this outside part touches my clit..." She blushed deeply her voice getting almost too soft to hear on the word clit. "That can make me come, but probably not in the doggie position Sir. At least not in my experiences so far. Being filled is nice sometimes especially if you don't want to deal with another bloody person but it never has made me come. The truth is a real cock, yours feels better but what makes me come is my thoughts and stimulation on the outside of my body. I just thought you should know that."

She lowered her eyes and got into the doggie position as he had said to. Then waited for what he would say or do next.

 

[sagredo]

Now Sam was very puzzled.

"Gwen, It is obvious that I have no experience with how you ladies use these devices. I myself have never used them during sex. They re your toys, which you brought to use at the picnic, so you should not be averse to using them?!Please give me detailed step by step instruction in how I may help you do as I ask.

You do have two of them, so I suppose one goes up your ass and the other your vagina. Is that not correct? And you do use them, so I suppose they improve your chances of having orgasm, or at least increase its intensity. Is that not correct?

So show me how to hold the one in your ass, and how to use the one at your vagina---Here, I will get down next to you so as to reach both spots. Tell me the whys and wherefores of the techniques, what I should and should not do/

And I still do want to hear about the all important fantasies that are setting you off.

As for the doggie position--I know you like it, so it can only help, but If your fantasies require the Fi-Fi position, we can manage that instead. In any case, lets on with it.

 

[FurryFury]

"Oh Sir I'm not adverse to using them at all, though I'd certainly prefer you cock to the plastic ones here. I just wanted you to know they are not likely to make me to come either in the doggie position or Fi Fi which is nearly the same. They just won't stay in either, now without a guiding hand to keep pushing them back in. Now as you say one can go in each hole which as you know I've never done without you. I had never had that sort of sex before. What I did used them for was I simply used them separately. Say if I am using my massager too I'd want the one without the little branch off and ears, you see? I would best be able to come if that is your wish, on my back with that one though. You have to be kind of rough with it so that it keeps hitting my clit. It needs to plunge in at a certain angle to do so, then I like to wiggle it to move it over and over that area. It's a little big for me. Since I'm so wet we don't need lubrication here for it but I think some might need it." She blushed deeply and demonstrated for Sir.

"The being filled with a shaft thing is nice but it's going to make me come." She further explains. "At least it never has before. The lubrication is for the backdoor should you decide to go ahead with that Sir." She was beet red by now.

 

[sagredo]

By now, Sam was on his hand and knees, also like a doggie, only dressed. He faced Gwen, and listed with great interest to her explanations with a bemused look both because of her embarrassment and the slightly scrambled explanation she gave which he attributed to that embarrassment. Or maybe it seemed scrambled just because of his ignorance of female toys.

First he gave her a kiss, dog to bitch, as it were--just to calm her down and assure her. Then he trotted over to her backside and nuzzled her pussy, like a good dog would. This should encouraged her. A light clap on her haunches seemed appropriate. She wiggled in response.

Then he said:

"Gwen, my cock is not ready for action yet--you have de-acivated it too recently. And in any case, I want to learn how to use the toys on you, to devise more erotic tasks and positions for us, and to learn about your dependence on your fantasies. So let us proceed as best we can. You correct me when necessary."

After lubricated her ass, he inserted the vibrating dildo into it, pressing it deeply, and holding it in place. Then he said:

"I know, this is not the same as having my cock up your ass, but it does have advantages doesn't it? It vibrates, whereas I do not. And don't you like the idea of me sticking it up your ass? The idea of men sticking things up your ass? Doesn't that give you an special naughty feeling? Tell me.

"Should I adjust something, or is so far so good? Don't worry, my little FiFi, (you can call me Daddy if you like) I will attend to your other hole once this is set."

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen tried to relax but she wasn't sure Sir really heard her about what was likely and not likely to make her come. She was very worried about disappointing him.

"Yes I like you putting things there, carefully with lots of lube. I've never tried this before. The vibration is nice, but honestly there, it's a curious yet negligible effect. For some reason real flesh feels so much better there and sets off incredible sensations, I don't know why." She answered carefully. She smiled and tried to look as Sir would want her too. Gwen wasn't sure where to go from here. She wanted so very much to make Sir happy.

 

[sagredo]

At this point, Sam was kneeling perpendicular to Gwen, one hand on her ass, holding the vibrating dildo in place. His other hand was free. He was looking at what seemed to him to be a rather frightened little girl, afraid of disappointing him. She was so tense at this point that she would not climax, ever, unless he succeeded in calming her fears. He spoke to her calmly and soothingly"

"Gwen, sweetheart, I know how hard your are trying for me, and how hard it is to make such a bumbler understand your likes and dislikes. Just bear with me. Think of this as an experiment, which it is. I know something about experiments--for the best of them, many, many failures precede success. If we fail--then the sky doesn't fall down, you will not have failed me, not I you. We will laugh it off, and go on.

"We have gotten through the first step. Your ass is vibrating. No one expects you to climax from that alone. Now, here is your funny little rabbit. Guide my free hand so that it uses it correctly on your clit. Tell me what to do in words, and demonstrate for me. Remember, I am a mere man, a novice in female masturbation!

"When that is set, I want your to relax and let me and the bunnies do our work. You go off into fantasyland, and tell me what your see and feel--that is your job."

 

[FurryFury]

The potty nightmare:

Gwen nodded and tried to concentrate. She gave Sir a little smile.

"Um, okay well, I like to be on my back for this?" Her voice and manner asked the question. Sir gave her a little smile she took as agreement. She pulled one of the pool lounge cushions down and with Sir's help, she lay down with the vibrating dildo still inside her small hole.

She showed him how to put the other dildo in, fortunately she was already plenty wet or it would have been much more difficult. For a small girl like her, this thing was pretty big. She demonstrated for a moment the rough way she liked to use it best. She did not turn the vibration on the shaft but she did on the little outside branch.

Sir still had to keep the dildo from sliding out of her tight ass at the same time he worked the Rabbit in her vagina. He began to notice the more the "ear" hit and rubbed her clit the more she moved. Yet if the ears were merely kept pressed there, she was able to keep her eyes opened more easily and didn't seem as excited.

She tried to tell him what she liked but seemed reluctant to say what she didn't. It was as if she didn't want him to perceive any negativity from her. She explained what she liked though in clear but soft terms. She just couldn't always say why. The why was usually just because it felt good to her.

Gwen tried to explain that she felt like she was strange and did not represent a good template for women in general. Some women she had heard were far more sensitive about their clit and other body parts than she. Gwen explained. Then she did something really hard. She asked Sir if she could please just stop talking and close her eyes. She wanted to do that so she could come. By this time she was nearly crazed with need. Thankfully Sir let her do this.

It didn't take long for her mind and body to work together with the toys and Sir. She came hard after all that build up. Gwen cried a little she was so relieved not just because she came but because she didn't want to fail Sir.

When she was done and able to talk again. She wanted to get dressed but Sir wouldn't let her. He wanted her to tell him what she had thought about when she kept her eyes closed. So spread out under the night sky with toys still inside her but turned off. She turned red.

The candles in the water behind them glowed and bobbed. Gwen felt like she were really being stripped bare.

"Sir I thought really shameful things. Lately, I've been creating a worst fantasy than ever before. I think it started when I found a terrible story that aroused me at a web site. I was absolutely horrified at first but it excited me too. I even went back to read it again but couldn't find it again. So I began to make up my own with some of the same elements."

Gwen really wanted to close her body and cover it now. She felt so ashamed.

"I'm a young girl in it. My Daddy, well he really isn't my real Papa of course but some crude fellow with little or no sophistication. I don't have a Mama in it. Anyway, I am his slave. He mostly doesn't let me dress at all. No one knows I even exist you see."

She pauses and tries to smile.

"Let me say right now I do not want to do any of this that I am about to tell you about in real life. Do not want to do it really. Please hear me on that?" Her chin trembled. Sir nodded but his brows were up, as if to say, get one with it already. She worried that he was getting impatient with her. Maybe he thought she was stalling.

"Okay." She took a deep breath, feeling her own fluids trickle out of her, his come still on her face along with tears. She felt a perfect mess. Gwen wanted to sink into the ground. "He calls and tells me to put on my shortest shirt and skimpiest top. He tells me not to wear any underclothes. I am also to drink six bottles of water but forbidden to take a piss or eat until he comes home. He tells me to clean up the house, make a party platter of sandwiches, make dip, put out chips and put all the beer in the fridge. He says to make sure I am clean shaved and ready for whatever he says.

So I do all these things. When he gets home he looks around and tells me I did fine then inspects me. He puts me over his lap and spanks me just because then tells me to go to the bedroom and not come out until he says so.

Soon I hear others coming and this is the first time that has ever happened, it makes me scared. I don't want to see others like this. With a red bottom and no underwear. I hear at least six men are out there now. Finally he calls me to come.

"Now this is my daughter." He says smiling in the mean little way of his. "Her name is slut. Bend over and show em your a, ass, slut." So I don't want to, he sees the hesitation and is on me in a flash, grabbing my throat. Making me do what he wants. Making wonder as I often do if I will live through this or not.

"Look at her would ya?" I can feel their eyes on me and I hate it but I can't do anything about it. "I can hit that any time I want to. As you can see from the color there I already have tonight." He laughs. He lights a cigarette and tells me to crawl to the kitchen and bring another bottle of water. I bring it in my mouth like a dog. He tells me to drink it.

This makes me cringe. I am already about to burst and have to piss bad. So what can I do? I drink it.

He says, "Now how much water have you had today?"

"Seven bottles." I say. He slaps me hard across the face.

"Seven bottles Sir." I repeat after him quickly.

"How many should you drink to be healthy slut?"

"Eight bottles Sir."

"Right! Go get another one."

He looks at his friends and smiles while I crawl off. When I come back he just looks at me. I know what to do. I drink it down. I can't hold still I have to pee so bad. He laughs.

"Now how many times have you been to the pisser today slut?"

"None Sir." I say hopeful that he is finally going to let me go.

"Ashtray." He snaps. I open my mouth and he taps his ash in it. A tear rolls down my face. "Awww look at the little slut cry!" He says sarcastically. This makes me cry more. I swallow the damned stuff reluctantly, my stomach rolling.

"Footstool." He says. I go into position he smiles. "Boys I think we can all agree I have her really well trained wouldn't you say so?" His feet are on my back now. This makes me have to go worse.

"Y'all wanna see her go? I start to shake my head in horror. I have done it for him but in front of all these guys? I can't imagine. His feet come off of me and I'm jerked up.

"No slut. I didn't ask you nothing did I? I will TELL you want to do and you WIll do it!"
My eyes go wide with real fear. "Go get your potty slut."

I am like a beaten dog now. I go and get the thing he makes me use. When I come back he tells me to strip. My reluctance is extreme. They just watch and laugh. He tells me to sit down and pee.

I can't do it. He gets furious and calls me all sorts of things, then he pushes on my bladder and I involuntarily do piss a little. Now I am really afraid and I get a good stream going. He smiles then says to stop. Just like that.

They start playing poker. He turns to me now and then. Tells me to start going. Then to stop. I'm like a toy. I don't know what will come next. I am embarrassed and disgusted. I don't want to know what comes next." Gwen finishes her story with her head and eyes down modestly as the rest of her is not allowed to be. She shakes a little. What will he think of me now? She wonders.

 

[sagredo]

By now, Sam had learned enough about Gwen and her fantasies and emotional needs to know that he had better not meddle in the part of her brain from whence he fantasies arose. Her problems were so foreign to him, that he had no compass to guide him, no empathy with what she was going through. If he meddled, he might break something.

Sam had originally wanted to understand her erotic thoughts during sex, but these fantasies were far from eroticism--they represented something far deeper and darker in her psyche. So he determined to no longer ask her questions about her thoughts while she came to orgasm. He would, however, still try to get her to talk about their erotic games earlier in their sex play.

But that was for another time. The evening, since she had asked him after dinner whether he intended to return to her home, had been a maelstrom of emotion. They were both very tired. Sae told Gwen to go wash herself and prepare for bed to which he preceded her.

Finally, they lay in bed, in each others arms, and before they could do or think much more, they were soundly asleep.

 

[FurryFury]

Waking first the next morning Gwen slipped out of bed. She cleaned herself up, brushed her hair and worked on being beautiful for Sir. She put on her purple silk robe and padded to the kitchen for a tray to bring up for breakfast.

She brought the tray up and put it on the table then climbed back on the bed. Kissing her way up Sir's body. She began to suck on his cock. She smiled inside and indeed all over as she felt it begin to thicken and harden. Now and then she glanced up to see if Sir were awake. If so he was keeping his eyes shut and pretending otherwise.

Now his cock? That was awake. It was in fact coming along nicely. She continued to worship there. Gwen knew she was taking a chance. She hadn't asked for permission but she just couldn't help herself. She had to taste Sir. He looked so good asleep in her bed.

She continued to bob and nibble on his now fully erect cock. Her tongue licking at his spot rough and fast. She stole another look up at him.

 

[sagredo]

SAm dreamed that Gwen had crawled from the foot of the bed and had worked her way up his legs kissing and licking them, to his cock, at which point she was giving it the attention that an ancient priestess would give to a phallic god. As his cock began to twitch dangerously in his dreams, under her vigorous ministration, it brought him to consciousness., and from a half opened eye, he saw that his dream had come true.

It is a great truth of human life that all men seek the love and admiration of woman--and what more eloquent expression of this is that of the sort of religious cocksucking Gwen was engaged in. How lucky he felt to have her, and she, she certainly looked--she beamed--like a woman in love.

Since an explosion about the loins was imminent, Sam ad to act for for Gwen's safety. He quickly reached down under her arms and pulled her up until her head was above his. Then he lowered her until their lips met. Her robe opened and her warm breasts lay on his chest. He kissed her passionately.

Then he sighed a deep sigh and taking her head between his hands, looking lovingly into her eyes, he said:

"Sweet Gwen! You have presented me with a difficult question in jurisprudence--and I am scarcely awake. What a difficult woman you are! As I am sure you know, you have been at my cock without having asked prior permission and, according to the laws of our land, you must be punished. How can I punish so sweet an offender? It will surely hurt me more than it will hurt you.

Now you must choose the form of your punishment! Please, do not make it too difficult for me! But you must also remember that you must observe all the proper formalities--asking permission, thanking me, and blushing with embarrassment--for it should be embarrassing for you!"

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen lowed her eyes and blushed. Sir pulled her up. He kissed her, starting to unwrap her. She thought he was happy with her, but then he stopped. She shrank back at his words and thought fast.

"Sir did you enjoy it? Please don't be mad. I won't do it again if you don't want me to. I couldn't really ask you permission because you were asleep. You just looked so good there I really just had to touch you, lick you, suck you. I'm, I'm sorry Sir. Thank you for letting me, for a while anyway." She thought about what he wanted. Then shook her head.

"I think you liked it. I think you might like it again. Instead of punishing me, perhaps we should work out an arrangement for such awakenings. I can't ask your permission if you are asleep but you certainly responded. So maybe we can work something out? Would you like me to serve you breakfast in bed? Perhaps you would like me to finish what I started? Or is there something else you would like? She moved the robe away from her thighs a little and blushed. One nipple was visible she was acutely aware of how she lewd and wonton She must look.

"Oh you know what? Maybe you would like, if we are to be living together some signal that lets me know when we are in subjugation mode and when we are in our normal day to day mode?" She thought for a minute then smiled and blushed.

"How about this for a punishment. That is, if you feel one must be had. How about you cover me in your fluid or make me swallow it." She tried hard not to smile and only to blush. This might be seen as humiliating to some but it was truly only what she wished for now. The only thing she would wish for more is to be fucked, somewhere. Gee she always thought she was a good girl but maybe she was as Sir said a difficult woman after all? Bugger! She was a nice girl. She was sure of it, sometimes. What could be nicer than waking up like that after all?

 

[sagredo]

"Oh come on, now, Gwen, you showed me yesterday how much enjoyed swallowing my cock juice--you drank it in your tea, pinkie extended. That would be letting you get away with too much. Anyway I was sure you would ask for a spanking. Now tell me the truth, what is the most embarrassing way for you to receive a spanking. If you do it correctly, counting out the strokes and thanking me for each, then I promise to give you a royal fuck wherever youj want it."

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen grinned at Sir's words. She thought hard. She had a problem with the idea of spanking being embarrassing. She loved being spanked. The only way it would truly be embarrassing is if someone she respected or needed the respect of were to watch. She certainly wouldn't be suggesting that.

She respected Sir and needed his respect back in a way of course but at the same time this was a game they both liked for different reasons. So what position was most that way, when she didn't feel any such emotion, when it was really purely pleasure for her unless it reflected his anger and disappointment. What did it really matter? They weren't doing it because he was mad. They were doing because they both liked to. She wondered if they would ever get to the point they could both admit that. Would they ever stop pretending it was a punishment instead of a thrill for them both? Bloody hell! Stop thinking and give an answer already. She told herself. She smiled at Sir and gave him the only answer she could.

"I suppose it's a little more on my knees, doggie style? I mean, um, on the lap is good, I mean shameful , too I guess but just having my head down and everything visible, that is more so?" She said uncertainly.

Sir looked at her, he shook his head as if somewhat exasperated. He motioned for her to get down on her knees. He pulled her robe all the way off of her. Took the silk sash and trailed it on her skin. She began to think he was simply going to forget about this spanking thing. She started to become attuned to the silk tickling and sliding on her skin. Her eyes closed. Her body both relaxed and became more excited. Somehow he could see this for that was when he began his whacks.

The first one was so sudden, such a jarring thing that she jumped really hard against it. She was so surprised by it, she felt the sting of it spread along her skin and smiled. Gwen nearly forgot to do as told. Her mind sparked suddenly.

"One. Thank you Sir." She said.

It went on like that for a while. The teasing, the easing then the smack. Sir was masterful in his timing and manipulation. Gwen had to fight hard to remember the count. Her thighs were wet and glistening by the time he finished. Her ass was red, warm and tingling. It was simply the best spanking she had ever received from him. The count had finished at 24. Gwen hoped she had counted correctly. She was ridiculously primed now. Please let me have gotten it right she said in her head. Let it have been right and for Gods sake let him fuck me now!

 

[sagredo]

As soon as the spanking finished, Sam fucked her pussy from the rear. His body lay over hers and he had to help support her on her hands and knees as he pushed hard and fast with everything he had. Her whole body shook under the onslaught.

Sam was afraid she could not retain her position he was banging her so hard, so he suddenly decided to have her both ways. He threw her on her back and pulled her knees apart looking gleefully at the completely exposed, swollen, and pulsating vagina. He could see that she was desperate to continue and was suddenly afraid he was going to leave her in the lurch.

He looped her legs around his neck, re- inserted his cock and then pushed her torso so that she was bend over double, her ass almost vertical. He fucked downwards. This allpowed him to put his hands behind her head and lift it towards him. Then, he started to fuck her hard while gluing his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue deep within.

When it was over he lay back and said--

"Gwen, you are a great lady and a great fuck!"

The he ordered her to sit cross-legged on his lap while he sat up in bed and to spoon feed him his breakfast while he ogled her distended and still throbbing apparatus, pulled on her tits, and they discussed what to do next.

Basically, his desire was to have her dress up in an elegant gown, with a full set of lingerie underneath, walk with her to the stables, and then take her in various positions. He wanted to see and fuck her with her gown hiked up and her panties down and her tits hanging out in disarray--maybe as in a rape. He asked her how she liked that idea--or maybe she had a better one, or an improvement.

All the while, he was pulling hard on her tits, fingering her clit and watching her reaction. Sam was feeling very sexy. He could get used to being awaked each morning with his cock sucked--but could he do anything during the day afterwards=--except fuck?

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen happily feeds Sir. She lets him play with her body as if it is his personal toy. She looks at him when he tells her she is a good fuck. She blinks a few times. Her face flushes bright. When he lets her know what he wants to do she nods slowly. She clearly some has hesitation and without speaking he can tell that she wants to speak.

"What is it that you so clearly want to say?" Sir asks.

"May I speak freely, Sir?" Gwen asks. He nods.

"When you say things like you are a good um, fuck? What do you think I should feel from that? That sounds like something you might say to a doxy or something Sir." She swallows coloring and goes on.

"As far as walking around with my body parts hanging out, I want you to know that I do this only because I know you like it. Except for the small thrill of shame, it doesn't really turn me on. I do it for you." She says, when he remains silent she gets nervous and begins to babble a bit and clean up the breakfast dishes.

"What sort of gown would you like Sir? Full length, or tea, higher? Why the stables?" She dresses as he wishes with the undies that he likes. Still he remains quiet. She gets more and more upset.

"Sir is everything okay?" She asks.

 

[sagredo]

Sam is confused and unhappy--not for the first time. Trying to keep and even and non-threatening voice, he says:

"Gwen, before we go one, we need to get some elementary things straight between us. First of all, I called you a great lady and a great fuck, not just the latter. Even without the lady part, it is meant as a compliment---many women are lousy fucks. A women who is sure of her self worth, is proud to be a great fuck, and if she can act the lady at all times, even as she fucks, she is a superior fuck and a superior lady. So that is what you should feel when I talk to you that way. That is how you are meant to feel. It was not at all an attempt to degrade you!"

"As far as walking about with your tits hanging out, you are doing that primarily for my pleasure, not for yours. It is one of my my kinks, just like screwing you in your office with your power suit on. Is it degrading and humiliating? Then so be it. Taking that--and liking it--is part of being the good submissive, as far as I understand it. You presumably do things to please me. You presumably get your satisfaction from satisfying me. That, I thought is what submissives prided themselves in. That is what 'turns them on'.

But you know, I keep asking you to tell me what does turn you on besides making me happy. What scenarios you like, positions, and so on, and you are extremely reticent about that, deferring always to me and my desires. So your complaint now, really confuses me!

If I am wrong about the understanding between us, about the idea of submissiveness as it will be played out between us, let us talk it out now, before I get into your panties!"

Maybe Sam can get her to talk clearly and honestly to him before she gets too scared to say anything more. He can never tell.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen listens and nods to the first part of Sir's statement.

"I know to you that is what it means. I felt you did not mean to degrade but that is what my reaction to being called that will naturally be. I just thought you would want to know that. What you do is what you do and for you, I can take such talk. From anyone else? Well, I would be unpleasant, to say the least." Gwen finishes.

She listens to his second statement and nods.

"Yes, that is exactly it. I do it for you. It does make me happy to make you happy, even if what you like discomforts me some. Now I don't know much about other submissive's. You are my first experience with anything like this." She says quietly.

"Wait I'm not complaining. I'm really not. I'm just trying to communicate like you've said you wanted me to do. Positions wise, well, I've told you haven't I? I love it doggie style. I love it missionary style and cow girl style. Those are my favorite positions. I can now say that I love to suck on you and be sucked. I love to be spanked. I can even say that I love anal sex. I don't need to be put in a scenario to enjoy it though. That might seem to ordinary to you but to me, I just like most everything with you, as long as you are happy. I might bore you though. I'm sorry. I'm just trying to talk with you the way you seem to want." She says and tears form in her eyes.

 

[sagredo]

Sam could see the tears coming, and the last thing he could deal with were women's tears. So before saying anything, he had Gwen sit on his lap, and he stroked her hair, kissed her tears away, nuzzled her ears, and even buzzed them, hoping that she was ticklish and might start to giggle.

Then very quietly and calmly he said,

"OK Gwen, I am glad you told me these things, and I want you to continue telling me what is on your mind in the future.

"Let's see what we can do to improve things.

"First of all, I will never call you a good fuck again, since it hurts your feelings. I am up in the air about 'cocksucker' since you seemed ok with that, or about other things you do for me--perhaps you should decide about such things and tell me.

"Second, we are agreed, I believe that, sexually, you will do as I ask--always, though within bounds we have never yet tested and hopefully will not. I may and will probably, often ask you to dress or perform in ways that do not particularly appeal to you, but you will do that as part of our understood relationship. And, hopefully, you will take some pride in being tough enough and devoted enough to carry-on whatever. I personally believe, given your personality, that you will enjoy more than you realize or care to admit, what you called the "small thrill of shame" in exposing your tits as I asked. But as I have told you, I will no longer lecture to you on the why and wherefore of erotics. You may, if you wish, indicate to me how much you do or do not think you will like doing this or that, but we agree that do it you will.

"Finally, I must mention your list of things which you do enjoy. It is great as far as it goes, but it does not go very far. You like doggie, missionary, cowgirl--yes--and I am sure you also like bread, meat and vegetables. In fact, everyone's erotic imagination ranges far beyond these classifications as does yours--yours, in fact further than most.

But you do have difficulty in recognizing and expressing your erotic preferences. A lady who suggests that she be bound naked in her office for sex, and possibly whipped, however mildly, and who is even slightly cognizant of what goes on in D/s relationships, which all engage in some degree in the BDSM lifestyle, and who fantasizes daily the wildest possible sexual degradations, cannot really expect to know her feelings when she says she cringes at the thought of exposing her breasts while wearing a gown.

It is good that you are making an attempt to express your erotic preferences to me, but you should realize that I cannot limit myself to what you can manage to consciously realize and express.

I will not push you to delve into your erotic self and tell me about it--I tried and it was counterproductive. That is why we have gone over to the more traditional 'command structure' that exists as part of the D/s relationship. I command and you submit. I am sure you will enjoy it more than you perhaps realize at the moment.

"Now, let us get to the business at hand. I want you to give me a little fashion show. Show and tell all the delectable lingerie you have waiting for me under your gown before we go to the stables.

And, before I forget, remember to bring some rope. I know you like bondage and what I will do, is bind you first and then ravish you during which I will pull out your sweet breasts--so you do not have to do that--and if you like, I can also rip off your bodice--all the ladies like that!"

 

[FurryFury]

She looked at him near tears. He made her come to him and was sweet to her. He even made her laugh and squirm from being tickled. She listened to what Sir would say.

"You can of course say whatever you like, call me whatever you like, it simply won't make me proud quite the opposite." She says quietly. "That is your prerogative Sir."

"Yes Sir we are agreed that I will do as you wish." She smiled and said to part two of his comments.

At part three she frowned a bit.

"Sir what you say is true but what I said is how I feel. Yes I have fantasies. Yes I find it embarrassing to do the things you ask sometimes. I do it for you! We give to one another."

Gwen modeled her under things. The lovely powder blue bustier, the lacy matching panties and garter belt. She showed her stockings that were fine silk with black seams on the back.

She looked at Sam with shock when he spoke of tearing her bodice.

"Sir this is a designer dress, perhaps not." She said uncertainly as she got the rope out and put in a canvas bag. "Should I bring lube? Or anything else?" She inquired.

 

[sagredo]

As Sam looked at her in her classical blue gown, with heels, silk stockings, and powder blue panties, he realized that he probably had made a mistake in locating their next encounter in a barn. She would probably expend much of her attention worrying about her clothes being ruined by their surroundings, and he would then start worrying also. Besides which, he was having second thoughts about doing some of the things to her he had planned on--using the barn as a sort of substitute 'dungeon'. He thought she wanted the rougher treatment this implied--although she generally claimed she did not--but since S/M was not his kink, and he would be doing it really for her pleasure, he decided it was not worth the bother, unless or until she admitted her desires more openly.

Sam was seated in a chair, and had Gwen stand in front of him, facing him, arms at her sides. He lifted her gown, had her hold it up, sat back and enjoyed the sight of her thighs, panties, garters, and stockings--for the clothes worn in sex were very important for him--different costumes, positions, and scenarios made all the difference for him. And words, erotic communication--if he could only get her verbalize her feelings and to talk to him some more!

He then had her spread her legs slightly and enjoyed touching her--the softness of her thighs above her stockings, the smooth silkiness, the surface of the panties. Women's panties always looked baby-like to him, they covered over the female machinery in smooth innocence. He patted her behind, trailed his fingers down the cloth between her legs--it was already a bit damp--and then pushed the cloth aside and pushed his fingers deep into her vagina. He told her to look into his eyes as he pinched hard on her clitoris. Her face and lips began to flush.

He told her to open his pants and fondle his penis as he was fondling her. They did this--she standing, he sitting--slowly fondling each other while searching out each others eyes, reading each others emotions, each others growing lust.

Then he had her straddle, facing him and instucted her to insert his cock by pulling aside the cloth of her panties. She was to move so that he penetrated deeply. His hands reached under her gown and clasped the cheeks of her ass, occasionally pulling them apart. He wanted her to kiss him--she did it so well. Her heat readiated from her face to his.

"Tell me, Gwen, what should we do next. I give you the power. I will do as you want."

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen loved feeling Sir inside her. Loved kissing him. Her mouth sucked and nibbled away. She became lost in the sensations of his mouth and her's together. They were both wet and tender/ Their warm and warring tongues dueling.

Her thighs bunched up as she moved up and down slowly on his cock. The lace of her panties adding a little extra friction, soft though they were. Her body hugged to his, through the fine gown, that she thought of as her Grecian Goddess dress. Her chest was getting slick with sweat. Her snatch was absolutely dripping. The slightly rough ridges of her G spot rubbed against his cock as she moved on him.

"I like this Sir." She said. "I never want power. I just want to continue, please Sir." She said forcing herself to look into his eyes as he liked so much. His eyes seemed pleased and willing so she grinned and nibbled at his neck.

Moving on him a little faster now, her breathing becoming irregular she was clearly getting close.

 

[sagredo]

Sam enjoyed his goddess's exertions. Before she could climax, however, he decided to add a little spice to it. He commanded her to stop and he shifted her body and his knees so that her ass extended outward as far as possible as she straddled him. Then he pulled down her panties and started whacking her behind as hard as he could (which was not that hard given their positions). He looked in her eyes as she was spanked and enjoyed her reaction. Then, when she seemed sufficiently heated, he allowed her to continue her earnest pumping, whereupon she came to climax.

Then he said, 'Kneel on the floor, pull down your panties to your knees, and present your ass to me. Then I want to see you lubricate your hole. When you are ready to be fucked, I want to hear you invite me to begin-- and use all the words that most embarrassed you!"

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen enjoyed what she was doing but Sir stopped her. He had her reposition herself. She wondered why. Why did he always want to change positions? Were all men like this? Was it a question of control? All this she wondered but she complied. For Sir alone, of course she did what he wanted. The position felt awkward to her but many positions did. She was pretty sure that there was no way she could come in this position. Still if it pleased Sir so be it. She tried to look into his eyes, to appear confident and graceful with her ass sticking up like that.

Then he began to spank her. She felt her body spark. This even though the blows weren't precisely the stinging blows she preferred and yet it still added much more spice to what she now felt. He bade her to start fucking herself on his cock again. She worked at it hard. Trying to find the right friction to make things happen.

She knew from what Sir had said, that chances of him coming when she was controlling the action were practically zero. Bugger that, she thought and did everything she could to make him come. Gwen started to feel a little discomfort then as if she might pee but she tried to ignore it and concentrate on Sir's pleasure. She even squeezed her pelvic floor muscles together to try to aid him. She herself was in no danger of coming in this position of that she was quite certain. She felt him thicken just a little inside her. Smiling she increased her efforts concentrating solely on Sir's pleasure.

In her mind's eye she saw Sir looking surprised as he came because she made him do so with her movements. She imagined he really was coming. Suddenly everything in Gwen's world tilted on it's axis. Shocked, she felt her body convulse with orgasm. She tried to keep moving, to still, make him come. All too soon he commanded her to do yet, another position.

Her heart was racing. She felt like she was in shock. She had never expected to be able to come like that. She felt extremely guilty that she had come and he had not. How had that happened? She wanted Sir to come though. What had happened? She looked at him, he didn't seem unhappy but then it dawned on her what he had just said to her. She went red in the face.

She moved slowly dripping copious fluids. Gwen got the tube of lube. Then she sank to her knees. Her thigh muscles were jumping. They felt like they might not support her. She opened the lube and changed her position slightly. Putting a bunch of the lube on her index finger, she felt her heart beating so rapidly. She had never touched herself there before. That was somehow very scary for her to do. Worse, she soon had to say naughty words to Sir. She felt her cunt twitch and burn in shame at the very thought of it. She steadied her body, took a deep breath and tried. Her finger eventually found her hole and gingerly she began to lube, invade and stretch a little. Soon as she felt she could, she stopped and lowered her panties getting down on all fours ass facing Sir she began to speak.

"Sir would you please fuck my ass? Your cock sucker begs you. Please?" She said, her voice shaking as much her thighs and spirit had been.

 

[sagredo]

Sam got up and positioned himself behind Gwen. He gently pushed her shoulders down so that her ass stuck up and out further, as he had tried to instruct her to do when presenting herself. But she was trembling, excited by her strong orgasm, embarrassed--and apparently shocked again--by what he had asked of her; so she not in much of a state to remember all her instructions.

And Sam did not really care much about such things. He was far more concerned with her emotional state. He still did not understand what made her tick erotically, and part of the reason for that was that he was sure that she did not either.

He knew she fantasized a lot about humiliation, and that it always played a part in D/s relationships, but she appeared to be so emotionally fragile, it was a difficult kink to handle. He enjoyed the humiliation (the play-humiliation as he thought of it, only between them, privately, as an erotic game) but if she did not, if she suffered it just for him, then he could not enjoy it.

Anyway, there was nothing to do now but fuck her ass, and that he proceeded to do first slowly and calmly, and also calming her--like he was a stallion with a trembling mare beneath him, he thought. When both of them got into steady rhythm, he leaned forward further and braced her shoulders, pining them to the floor, and then began pumping hard until he came. He withdrew from her, gave her a slap on the rear, and said,

"Get up. We've been at this all morning and I am played out and hungry. Lets have lunch.

This afternoon we'll play again, if you like, and then I must leave, and let you rest and get back to your normal life and duties. So perhaps we can discuss what happens after today. Do you have any ideas about when we could get together next time and what you would like to do?"

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen felt Sir behind her. She wanted him happy and satisfied. That was all she was really thinking of. She wasn't thinking about what she looked like to him. She wasn't thinking about what she wanted. Gwen wasn't even thinking about how she came that way or why. She was just thinking about Sir's pleasure.

She moved back a little to him, eager to please him. She wanted nothing more than his climax now. She still felt guilty. In her haste to make Sir happy and get through the very difficult tasks of lubing her own hole then saying taboo things, she had neglected to really open herself up correctly or lube enough.

When Sir slowly and thoughtfully started to enter her anus she felt her mistakes painfully. She bit back any noises her body wanted to make. She wouldn't complain. She had messed up not Sir. She couldn't help her body raring up a bit in reaction but Sir was gentle and calming with her. Her heart nearly burst open and tears slid down her face at his care. He was giving her more care than she herself had done.

After some time, Sir was able to pump into her harder and faster. The pain changed to pleasure perhaps because she could feel Sir's mounting excitement. When she felt him come she was flooded not just with his sperm in her rectum but with joy. Indeed it felt very close to her own orgasm. She was actually sad when he pulled out of her. She loved the skin to skin contact however she could get it. Her slapped her ass, making her laugh a little.

"Thank you Sir." She murmured pink rising in her complexion.

She got up when he told her to. Gwen went to get quickly cleaned up in the bathroom, then came out with a wash cloth to clean her Sir as well.

"May I clean you Sir?" She asked eyes lowed. Sir allowed that she could. Gwen tenderly cleaned him, with the washcloth. When she was done she spoke again.

"Thank you Sir." She said. "What would you like for lunch? Are you craving anything in particular or shall I just let the cook do as he wishes?" She inquired.

She felt a little sad when Sir talked about leaving her. She didn't like it at all. Gwen also felt sore but her Sir had come and seemed pleased. That was what truly mattered in her opinion. In answer to his question she nodded.

"Yes Sir." She said as the walked down the large stair case. "I thought you planned on moving in? Is that not so?" Her green eyes were large and luminous as she looked up at him. Her reached over to her when they came to the first floor and took her hand. Again she had a burst of warmth in her heart. Maybe it even healed just a little bit.