Erotic Encounters

[sagredo]

Sam turned to Gwen, put both his arms around her waist, and as she was facing him, said

"Sweetheart, I happily put myself in your hands. I was happily in your hands when you so graciously cleaned me up--thank you for that delicate service.

I put myself in your hands as far as food is concerned. I will eat whatever you decree. You are the mistress of my digestive tract!

And I will put my daily physical well-being under your care also--I will come live under your roof and rule. But that cannot be done instantly. I must close my present living quarters, pack some my things, put other things in storage--things I have accumulated over the years. So you must have some patience before you get all of me, all the time!

And since we are discussing these questions, let me answer one that you asked some time ago. I want you as my sweet submissive only in sex. In all other times and situations, I want you--and I know that you want you--to be your usual independent self.

Is this sufficient to serve as our ground rules, or do you have other questions along these lines?"

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen enjoyed Sir's hands around her, she tilted her face up to him like a child looking at the sun.

"Thank you for allowing me to do so Sir. I like taking care of you." She said and smiled.

She blinked.

"On no Sir not my rule!" She said laughing. "I have absolutely no desire to rule anyone least of all you. Your guiding light helps me weather the rough storms of ruling so much else. I'm not sure I could find my way any more with your care and attentions. Though I do enjoy it when you let me care for you."

She nodded as Sir continued to speak of plans.

"Yes I will be patient Sir. I can let you store things here if you like. You can have your own rooms, study, garden or whatever you wish. This can be our home, not my home. I can shift my base of operations here and travel less. You can even keep your place if you have relatives or colleagues that you wish to keep the secret of our love..." She stopped speaking and gasped a little. "Well relationship, Sir." Gwen appended continuing. "If you wish to keep it a secret, I'll understand."

"I understand about the submissive being in sex only and agree Sir. Only it does seem to color other times as well like, now, even. I am just so happy! We will have plenty of time to work out the details! I'm sure more questions will come up for us both. Let me go talk to the chef. We can stroll the gardens until lunch is ready, okay?" He nodded. She rushed off happy as a school girl with new pens and notebooks.

When she came back they were able to see some hummingbirds and butterflies in her favorite garden at this estate. She loved walking hand and hand with him. It felt safe and loving to her. Soon lunch was ready and they sat in the conservatory enjoying a sort of Greek chef's salad with mandarin oranges, raw mushrooms, boiled eggs, feta cheese, Greek olives, celery, onion, cherry tomatoes, lettuce and a honey vinaigrette.

Gwen couldn't stop smiling and looking into Sir's eyes. She felt so happy she was nearly beside herself with joy.

 

[sagredo]

After a lunch during which Gwen bubbled away in happiness and Sam enjoyed watching her quietly, the walked the grounds. Gwen showed off more of her domain and they talked about the business of moving together. It would take a while for Gwen to transfer her center of operations to Virginia, during which Sam had no intention of sitting by himself in her house like a kept lover. For some indefinite period, he would retain his other living quarters and live at Gwen's house only while she was in the U.S. He would have his own office in her home and, it was finally decided, his own sleeping area so that the femininity of her bedroom would not be compromised by a semi-permanent male tenant.

After these things had been discussed, Sam said,

"I want to leave early enough today so that I do not arrive home too late in the evening. That gives us until late afternoon together until your driver can bring me back to my car in Washington. Normally, I might be thinking that we have had plentiful sex for one weekend, but since you will be overseas for a while, I want to grab as much of you as I can in these last few hours.

"My thoughts keep returning to the erotic sight of your legs, framed in stockings, panties, garters, and bustier awaiting me just beneath your Grecian gown. I feel that I have not paid proper homage to such a lovely land, and am anxious to return to it, to immerse my mind--my head--within it, exploring all its sights, sounds and smells. discovering each new exotic corner of the soft and fertile countryside.

All of this can best be done on your bed to which I am eager to return. I will undress myself so that you can amuse yourself in my much rougher countryside while I explore yours. I hope you will be as inventive in your explorations as I will be in mine.

So let us return to your boudiour where I will enfold your thighs about my head, one above, one below, and begin my explorations of your secret mysteries and you can do the same in the hairier and wilder regions belonging to me. I shall leave no crevice uncovered, unlicked and unkissed, no hole unpoked by my tongue, and you may do the same, burying your face in the very bowels of my being."

Sam looked at her to see if he had struck a responsive chord.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen laughed when Sir mentioned the "femininity" of her bedroom.

"Other than me, what is so bloody feminine about my bedroom, to you?" She asked genuinely astonished.

"Good lord! I would hope you would be more than a semi-permanent male in the bedroom. When you say things like that it scares me. Bugger! You will NOT be a tenant. You will be my equal here in all things, except in the bedroom." She said firmly but with a wink and saucy grin.

When later Sir spoke these words it nearly made Gwen cry.

"I want to leave early enough today so that I do not arrive home too late in the evening. That gives us until late afternoon together until your driver can bring me back to my car in Washington. Normally, I might be thinking that we have had plentiful sex for one weekend, but since you will be overseas for a while, I want to grab as much of you as I can in these last few hours." Sir said.

She reached out and stroked his face tenderly, tears shinning in her eyes.

"I don't want to be away from you at all." She said.

She smiled and nodded her eager acquiescence at his ideas for the afternoon. Together they went back to her bedroom. There she began to nibble, kiss, suck, lick, stroke and adore ever tiny bit of Sir's skin. Her worship of him was slow and languid at first.

She licked his balls, taking each one into her mouth and sucking gently. Gwen stroked his cock while she kissed and nibbled his inner thighs. She licked at the skin that went from his balls to his ass hole. She sucked on his cock and licked it. Gwen kissed it reverently and painted her face with his pre-come. Her hand teased his tiny hole. She got faster and less able to hold back or to go slow when he made her so close to coming.

Bobbing on his cock, lashing with her tongue she felt her nose be tickled by his pubic hair. She entered his ass with her finger. She came screaming around his cock. Gwen barely paused but continued her efforts wanting his precious fluids inside her throat. She craved swallowing his milky release. As he came he pulled out, so she got very little and again gave her a face full of his spunk.

They lay quietly for a while. His fluids drying on her face. Then she went and got a wash cloth and cleaned her face. She cleaned him with her mouth, tonguing his ass as well as balls and cock.

Gwen tried not to think about this being nearly the end of their time together. It was hard to keep herself in one piece. She was relieved when Sir held her to him and soothed her soul.
She clung to him.

 

[sagredo]

When they returned to Gwen's bedroom, Sam got completely undressed. Gwen on the other hand was to remove her gown and her panties only so that he could enjoy the sight and feel of her lingerie. He had her get a washcloth and they each, in turn, presented their asses in the kneeling position to be cleaned by the other. Then they lay on the bed, head to foot, on their sides, each placing their head between the others thighs.

Sam instructed Gwen to go very slowly and languidly so as to fully enjoy and prolong their pleasure in one another. Each of them explored, kissed, licked and tongues the other's anus. For Sam this was highly symbolic. It showed a full and equal acceptance and respect each of the body of the other.

Sam also delved deeply into Gwen's vagina with his tongue, nose, and his teeth. When he finally played roughly with her clit, scraping and pulling on it it with his teeth, she convulsed in an orgasm. Meanwhile, Gwen worked hard to give Sam pleasure also.

It was a good and successful ending to their weekend together--they gave and took from each other as equals, in a relaxed and loving way.

Sam reflected on the remarkable fact that they were at last, after a rought beginning, developing a solid relationship as Dominant and Submissive. It was solidly based on mutual respect and love. Gwen's sweet submissiveness was continually deepening and being perfected, all much to his enjoyment, and, it seemed to him, this was happening because she had become confident of his love and respect. He believed that she would learn to serve him and his desires in any way, give herself in any way, and perform any act for his erotic pleasure, so long as she were confident in his esteem.

Gwen had to go to Europe to start the process of moving her operations. She would return by Wednesday evening. They made a date for Sam to visit her at her office on the next afternoon, so that they could spend the evening together. Sam also warned her that would be lust-crazed by then so that when he walked into her office, she might expect some action right away. He still had many things he wished to do to her in her business suit!

And with that promise, they parted. Sam collected his few things, and went to the car waiting to bring him to Washington.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen tried to be brave but suddenly it felt like everything she had and everything she was hinged on Sir. When she couldn't be with him, she longed for him. She felt like a high school kid in love for the first time.

It was good that she had a private plane. I allowed her to get places realtively quickly. She could work or sleep on the plane. Gwen rarely had to deal with the fiasco's of commercial flying.

Once at her home estate, she quickly directed the servants to pack and ship what which she most desired in her home residence then met with her top employees. She assured them they did not have to move. Gwen also made clear she would not let anything fall through the cracks but would continue to oversee things in a most dedicated fashion. She could see doubt on some of the faces. Managing to keep her face straight she had doubts of her own. How delicious it would be to give up the power, the stress would just be gone, she could revel in just enjoying life, especially now.

Each day she was away she sent e-mails to the special account of Sir's. They spelled out her great love and devotion to him. Her desire to return home quickly so they could be together was very clearly worded.

She was otherwise a frantically busy woman, trying to put all the pieces together that would allow her to live with Sir and realize her dream. A dream that just a few months prior she didn't know she had. She found herself smiling at odd times. She felt rather giddy and a little scared.

Finally she was back in the air speeding home. Her work spread out in front of her, she signed paper after paper, read report after report and finally took a short nap.

She spent one lonely night in the house alone, she rested and worked all with her mind on Sir and seeing him next. Then She fairly rushed to work the next day. Gwen had preparations to make for Sir's arrival and so much business to do before that. She worked diligently in the limo on the ride in.

Her work day was fast and hectic but she did not forget to make the arrangements she had envisioned. Her throat went dry when she thought of seeing Sir again. What if he didn't come. What if he had grown bored with her already? The blood was pulsing in her ears as she worked and waited thankful for work to distract her from her insecurities and fears.

 

[sagredo]

When Sam was shown into Gwen's office early Thursday afternoon, the very elegantly suited Gwen rushed over to him and they embraced and kissed. She melted in his arms, making sure that one knee, melted between his legs. They each avowed how much they missed the other.
"And did you miss the sex, also?"

Sam asked archly. Gwen nodded vigorously.
"Lets see how we are doing down there", he said,"You can give my cock the fondly test and I will delve deep into your furiously furry pussy."

She unzipped his fly and pulled out his equipment, calling it to duty, while he slid his had up her skirt and beneath her panties, testing and stimulating lubrication. He had her look directly into his eyes as they did this--if he hadn't, she would have looked of into a corner of the room as if nothing were happening!

When all systems appeared go, he said,

"Drape yourself, tuumy down, over the back of the sofa, pull up your skirt, pull down your panties, and give me your sweetest invitation to fuck you. And remember to wiggle your ass as if in eager anticipation!"

Sam watched in delight as she revealed for him her luscious behind encased in panties and hose, her high heels lifted off the floor. He watched as she wiggled out of her panties and then lay their obediently waiting for him.

He strode over hand plunged into her wet pussy. Adter a few vigotous shoves he asked" Do you thing some slaps on the ass in between shoves would spice up things for you?"

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen waited for her Sir to come she was in such a state of anticipation it was killing her.

Her special preparations were done early in the day and some of them were delivered mid morning.

She continued with her paper work and meetings just hoping for the disruption of her love.

Suddenly she felt him there and looked up. Her face light in a broad smile. He closed the door behind him, she ran to him kissing him joyfully.

Dozens of sweet little kisses, she landed all over his face and neck. One of her hands locked the door. They cooed and hugged like school kids in that first perfect stage of love sometimes called the "awe" stage.

She buzzed her receptionist that she was not to be disturbed until further notice, not for anything.

Then they began to explore one another's bodies as if they had never before seen, touched or tasted them. It was simply a giddy magical time for Gwen. She had dressed so very carefully for him. Her under things were as complete and elaborate as she could imagine under things being. They were silky bits and pieces edged with lace. Complex bits and pieces of lingerie that she knew would please him well and they were all in a surprising pink color.

She smiled as her hand and his, like heat seeking missiles, each found their targets. It seemed like years since they had been together. She felt almost like a virgin all over again with him. She blushed looking into his eyes. Oh my she thought, I love him so much, but this is hard still. It's even harder than it was before. I'm out of practice.

Perhaps he sensed that for he soon gave her an order. She snapped to, doing his bidding as quickly as she could, trying to remember everything he had taught her.

Though she pulled up her skirt high and her panties low, the garters were still there, the stockings and silky hose, her high heals just barely toeing the floor. She wiggled a bit and blushed smiling over her shoulder at him. Gwen couldn't believe how wet she was already. This was deliciously provocative, it took her back to the first time she went so boldly to his hotel suite.

She smiled brighter. "Sir, would you please come and fuck your willing concubine? Would you come and do whatever you wish with her?" She asked then lowered her eyes and waited wiggling with desire, heat and yes, embarrassment.

Feeling his movement behind her she was relieved. She was proud too, for she had not stuttered over those terribly course words, no lady should ever say. She felt his flesh touch her's, tease it, her juices dripping on the leather and then, he was in and she felt complete.

Closing her eyes in rapture she heard him speak. Damn, she thought, what is this? Ah a question. And the right answer would be what, she pondered. To her things were already perfect, just perfect but what did he want to hear?

"Sir what you are doing is perfect for me now but, whatever You will." She said softly as Sir shoved into her again making her close her eyes and smile at the same time.

 

[sagredo]

Gwen's reply as to whether she would like some spanking along with her fucking did not make it seem urgently desired, so Sam decided to just go at a leisurely pace. He gave her long deep thrusts, held it there and then slowly came almost all the way out, meanwhile enjoying the marevlous view she had prepared for him.

It was indeed a sight to behold: her soft round ass offered up to him, encased in a bewildering array of pink things--he had no idea of what the ribbons and fasteners were for--along with her soft white silk encased thighs, and her garter belts. What made garter belts so erotic for men? That was a mystery which to him, seemed as unsolvable as it was entrancing.

His object was to prolong this pleasure as long as possible, and to see who would break first, he or she: who would start making insistent demands, and moves to bring things to a climax. He was betting that this very sexy woman beneath him would!

Every so often--just as one gives a idling motor a little extra gas to ensure that it doesn't putter out--he would give her a sharp slap on the fanny or an extra hard shove as he screwed into her. Inbetween these, as he regularly pumped her, he also moved over her soft thighs, smooth stockings, and well-rounded ass (spreading her cheeks and probing her dark little hole) with his hands, enjoying his power and complete freedom over her body--her gift to him. But otherwise he, and especially his cock, was in heaven just doing their thing. And she was keeping things moist and warm, just as she should.

Would she start to complain? to moan? to suggest? to thrust back? to go to sleep?

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen was warm, complete and desperately hot. She trusted her Sir to do things his way. She knew he would give her the immense reward of pleasing him. She wiggled and panted, while he played her like an instrument, plucking her strings making her sound not like music perhaps, no rather like an animal.

His spanks and slaps made her wilder still. She was all soft flesh, hard bones and warm wetness.

She grunted when he shoved in hard. Gwen whined when he teased her by nearly pulling out. Little sounds increased from her as he went on leisurely enjoying his conquest of her.

Gwen was in a sort of carnal heaven she had always sought but all too rarely found. Her mind was, for once, not going over lists to do. It wasn't even thinking of nasty sexual fantasies. No it simply floated while her heart and body filled to overflowing in liquid heat.

Then she simply screamed. The surprising climax bursting open her body. The shock waves undulating in pleasure took her hard. Her body clutched at him like a hungry thing sucking and grasping through contractions.

Her ass moved like a thing more than alive. Her garters were wet lacy, satin as pale pink as a young girls slit before it comes excited when dry, it now was deeper pink from Gwen's juices.

 

[sagredo]

Sam was taken by surprise by Gwen's sudden and violent orgasm. That was one outcome he had not anticipated. Although her vaginal contractions squeezed his cock, she left him behind. He had been in a relaxed carnal state, unprepared for orgasm. So when her rear ceased its wild gyrations, and waited patiently for him to do to it as he would, he couldn't--at least not without working himself up to it. Although still stiff, he needed an extra erotic kick to now get him going. He need a new way to assert his domination over her, to be sexually aggressive, and a new sign of her submission to him.

After considerable thought, he had her stand and face a wall of her office. He lifted her skirt--always a source of pleasure--and greased her asshole. But not too much; he did not want to slide smoothly in. He wanted to inflict a bit pain which both of them would enjoy--he giving, she receiving. The pain made it more of a rape, and by taking it, she had the pride of sacrifice 'for her man'. And he enjoyed it because men did have this desire to 'give it' to a woman--what ever that it was, it was an act of violence and aggression.

He lifted her up high enough for his cock to enter her hole and, pressing her hard against the wall, rammed it up her ass, and then pumped her hard. It did not take long for him to come.

They both fell to the floor and quickly, into each others arms, each kissing the other--eyes, lips, cheecks, ears, everywhere, quickly and passionately. It was clear that they were drunk in love--besotted with each other.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen was surprised when Sir wanted to change positions. She was more than happy to give him whatever he wanted. Her joy was so great from being with him again and how he made her feel there was nothing she would deny him now.

When he had her stand with her face to the wall, she felt suddenly as if she had done something wrong. He lifted her skirt. She blushed and wiggled. Gwen felt his squirt a little cold fluid down her ass crack. She liked the sensation but little warning bells started going off. She didn't know why exactly not at first.

Sir started to push into her but the angle was a bit higher that her opening. She felt impaled suddenly. Pressing herself closer to the wall, she grunted in pain. Like a single drop of cool fluid the thought hit her brain, not enough lube. She started to tense up. Wait! She thought wildly. Wait don't do this yet! It seemed to be Sir's intention to do it though.

She screamed in her brain. Wake up! Wake up and try to relax everything. It's not supposed to hurt as much if you relax. Gwen had been reading up on anal sex and other things while she had been gone. Truly she did this when she should have been asleep but couldn't sleep thinking of Sir.

She felt him at the entrance of her small hole and tried to relax further but it hurt! As if someone were shoving a broom handle up her ass and then broke it off in her. She cried out sharply gasping. Tears stung her eyes but still she tried again to relax.

He waited until she un-tensed. Then he shoved past her anal ring. She cried again, tears rolling down her face. Why? She wondered. Why was he doing this? Didn't he know it hurt? They had done anal before he had to know.

Suddenly he began pumping in and out of her with no mercy. She cried more while he exploded feelings of pain and pleasure inside her. She couldn't concentrate fully on either sensation she felt scared, happy and confused all at once.

In a perfect moment of clarity she felt him expand further inside her narrow ass tube. She grunted again, while panting now, trying to breathe through the pain. Now he tensed. Gwen could feel his excitement it almost made this worthwhile. Maybe it did make it worthwhile.

She shuddered the hot tears on her skin feeling so wet. Inside Sir came into her rectum, more hot fluid now.

She was allowed to slide down the wall. Sir was hugging and kissing her now. She was hugging and kissing him back as if fevered. She rolled onto her stomach so her ass wouldn't be to the floor, it wasn't pleasant that way. Now she was in his arms and everything was okay. She felt her heart swell.

Later she took him to her washroom and they took their time cleaning each other up.

Then she showed him, her surprises for him. She had lunch ready. Just simple sandwiches and soup, along with drinks but she served him like a fine hostess might at the small coffee table. Under his napkin he found her second surprise, a platinum plated set of keys to the estate and cars there. The key chain was also platinum and simply engraved with "Sir's Keys," on one side and, "All my love," on the other.

 

[sagredo]

After Sam discovered the platinum keys Gwen had hidden under his napkin and inspected them silently for quite a while, he walked over to where she was sitting, took her hand, had her rise, kissed her lightly on the lips, and said--

"Gwen, thank you so much! Look what you give me in return for the pain the in ass I just gave you! What a sweetheart!"

"But what are they made of?" he then asked with a very straight face," They shine a little differently from ordinary silvery keys, and they are a bit heavy-- far too heavy for aluminum. Are they perhaps tin plated?"

When she assured him, a bit shyly but earnestly, that they were platinum plated, he was really taken by surprise.

"You know, I'm sure, that means I can't really use them--the locks would soon scrape off the soft platinum. So they are symbolic--a symbol of a generous and beautiful sentiment....But, now, where can I keep them? Gentlemen, as you now, don't have keepsake boxes, and I am not one for jewelry--no boxes for that.

Maybe I should wear them around my neck--a sort of love-slave necklace; a symbol also, of how arfully you have enslaved me! How would that strike you?"

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen waited with such giddy feelings for him to find the keys. When he did he walked over and kissed her.

"Gwen, thank you so much! Look what you give me in return for the pain the in ass I just gave you! What a sweetheart!"

She studied his face. Was that supposed to be a joke? What did he mean by that. She tried to smile at him but her confusion probably showed.

When he spoke again she tentatively smiled then visibly blanched at the end of his words.

"You know, I'm sure, that means I can't really use them--the locks would soon scrape off the soft platinum. So they are symbolic--a symbol of a generous and beautiful sentiment....But, now, where can I keep them? Gentlemen, as you now, don't have keepsake boxes, and I am not one for jewelry--no boxes for that.

Maybe I should wear them around my neck--a sort of love-slave necklace; a symbol also, of how artfully you have enslaved me! How would that strike you?"

"No, I have not enslaved you! Are you angry with me for some reason? You can use them Sir! I want you too! If the platinum wears off we can simply get it put back on or not worry with it. That is why they are plated not platinum all the way through which would be non functional.

Her face clouded with uncertainty and fear.

"I don't know why you wanted to hurt me just now. I thought you would like a special set of keys. Just throw them away of you don't like them. Have you decided you don't want to be with me now? Just tell me." She choked out as tears began again.

 

[sagredo]

Sam was completely nonplussed, and then rather annoyed at Gwen's rather complete misunderstanding of what was meant as light banter, and at her outburst at him. He was not about to 'explain' such banter--even if she thought they were poor jokes. (God! He was trying to be charming and witty--no more of that with this woman!)

"Gwen, first let me apologize for hurting you during the sex we just had. I did not mean to hurt you very much, but evidently I did, and I know that has put you on edge.

Secondly, I know how much my moving in with you means to you and how edgy you are about that.

My understanding is that these together can account for your misreading of my remarks and your anger.

On the other hand, your belief that I would try to hurt you in the way you have interpret what I said, dismays me greatly. I would have expected that you had complete trust in me--the kind of trust you give me when you submit to me!

I have no intention of explaining my remarks. I don't believe anything I have done requires that.

I am going to leave now and give you time to calm down. I had expected to come with some of my belongings to your house tomorrow night so we could have a weekend and possibly more together. I would still like to come. If you still want me to come, give me a ring."

Sam, turned and left. He also left the keys.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen was in shock. How could he have walked out on her and why? He says insulting, hurtful things, does hurtful things, she accepts it but ask questions and now she is supposed to clean this mess up?

I will not cry, I will not cry. She begins to repeat this mantra to herself. While her mind goes over what happened. Again and again she goes over what was done, what was said, how could he just leave, he knows how I feel about being left. He knows that I've been left all my life.

Tears start. Damn it! Gwen thinks. Damn it. Damn him. Damn me. Damn everything. She locks the door, runs to her washroom and breaks down. I will not let this get me. I will go on. She says in her head shoulder shaking.

Hours later, eyes swollen and red, she works on her face and clothes. Carefully as best she can, she reconstructs her public face. Calling her secretary she begins going through messages and papers. There is work to be done. Always more work to be done here at Davies Enterprises. She will not think about Sir, she will not cry anymore, now she feels dead inside, hallowed out, there will be time enough to sort things later. For now it's too painful. She is too hurt and angry to think about those things clearly.

How could this have gone so wrong? Stop it! Work! Time enough to figure things out, if they can be later. You have already neglected the business for this. Work! Now!

She shivered and shuddered but work she did. Still thoughts of Him in her mind came and lingered.

 

[sagredo]

By the time Sam got out of the elevator leading to the ground floor of Gwen's building, he realized he had made a very bad mistake, letting his annoyance with her misreading of the intentions of his remarks get the better of him. What he had meant as loving banter flew right past her and landed with a dull thud that had hurt the poor girl grievously.

He also realized immediately that she was too valuable to let her get away from him. Waiting for a phone call might not work at all.
Or he might have to wait for weeks. He immediately hit upon a plan. She must be overwhelmed.

Leaving her building he found a nearby florist large enough to serve his task. He ordered twenty dozen red roses (demanding and getting a discount for volume), and ordered nineteen delivery boys, in uniform. They were lined up, each carrying a dozen roses. Sam was at the end of the line, carrying the last dozen. They then marched in line back to Gwen's building and re-assembled in line outside her secretary's door. The secretary was informed to announce a delivery of roses. She did this nineteen times. Sam made sure that Gwen did not see him. With the twentieth knock, the secretary opened the door to an office overflowing in roses, Gwen, hidden deep within them. The secretaty one more dozen with, finally, the accompanying card.

Sam then appeared at the door and said,

"Ma'am, please, may I be allowed in to deliver the card?"

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen was surprised to be interrupted at her job by roses being delivered. Her hand flew to her throat resting there in a protective gesture as the first ten dozen were delivered.

"Is there a note?" She asked in a strained voice.

More roses came, she began to relax perhaps a fraction for each dozen that came, but the color and the memory of her last rose extravaganza, kept her on edge.

She wondered if Sam had left her so permanently and with such ire that he would recreate such a spectacle to twist the knife further. Surely she hadn't driven another man to his death? Please dear God, please don't let it be. She began to pray, with little thought, of how she wasn't particularly religious now or how God if he existed didn't seem to care about her at all.

She sank down in her chair at her desk deep in worry, yet hopeful this would be a positive thing. She felt cold and hot at the same time, filled with dread she waited for the roses to stop.

Nineteen glorious bundles of roses were delivered. The smell of them filled her office. She loved that smell even now, after all that had happened. She looked at the blooms tight and fresh, still waiting to fully open, the color like blood.

She jumped when there was another knock.

"Yes, yes please the note!" She said. She stood in her suit steeling herself. Sam was behind the flowers and she could not see his face. Please she thought, do not let the card say, Goodbye Bitch. I couldn't bear it again.

Her hand trembled as she reached for the card. Opening it, she stared at the words trying to read them while her vision swam with anxious tears.

Her face bloomed in a smile when she finally made them out. Her Sir looked at her from behind the last bunch of roses with a smile. She hugged him, the flowers being crushed between them.

"Thank God!" She said. "Thank God." Tears spilled down her face again. She laughed and wondered how her body found the ability to produce still more tears.

 

[sagredo]

Sam hugged Gwen and they kissed. He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the couch where he put her on his lap. He had done what he had to do to ensure a bad situation did not get worse or even irreparable, but he was by no means happy with either Gwen's behavior or the situation as it now stood.

Before discussing this with Gwen, however, he spent some time soothing her nerves, stroking her hair, kissing her, telling her how much he wanted to be with her, apologizing for scaring her (also, inadvertently, with his choice of red roses), and promising to make every effort to be more careful when he joked about. But then came the other side of the coin:

"Gwen, taking all this into account, I nevertheless still feel, that you behaved poorly and created a wholly unnecessary crisis. Even were you not pledged to be submissive to me, with all the respect for me that that implies, you should have been more cautious in jumping to conclusions about my meaning and flying immediately into a rage. That amount of respect is due anyone.

I realize that you are submissive to me only in sex, but the boundaries are not sharp, and your behavior, at least in my estimation, has compromised my position as your sexual dominant. I must administer correction to set things right. I want you to lay yourself over my knee for a spanking. It will not be light one. I will keep it up until you break into tears and beg me to stop."

"Will you now please assume the position?"

 

[FurryFury]

"Will you now please assume the position?" Sam said.

Gwen blinked a few times. Her face turned red. She nodded slowly her face twisted by many thoughts.

"I will do as you wish but I need to be able to talk with you person to person, not to Sir but to Sam, about all this as well. There have been some misunderstandings I believe that should be ironed out."

Saying no more, furious, hurt and confused, she laid down as he had asked and lifted her skirt for him. Her skin prickled with indignation for she had not flown into a rage, she had not stomped out, she had merely questioned and tried to communicate. She was stricken that what she had meant as a useful and beautiful present should be taken as some sort of joke almost and that she had somehow displeased the man she loved by trying to talk with him.

As she waited for him to punish her like an errant child for that which she did not feel she had in fact done, she had another unpleasant start when she realized her door was not locked. She didn't like the idea that someone could come in at any moment at all. Thankfully, they were currently alone, but still the danger was there.

Her nose took in the perfume of the roses while she waited. It made her think would that glorious smell forever be associated in her mind with either abject sorrow or joyous elation? Would she become hopeless confused by the scent given the way her life has been and might become?

Gwen wondered too, if she had tears enough still, to achieve the effect that Sir wanted. She had nearly exhausted herself crying already that day. It made her nearly want to laugh considering that only a short time ago she had told Sir, hated to cry. Gwen feared it with an almost paranoid fervor. Now, she had cried more in a month that she had in a lifetime. Was that a good thing or not? She was too confused to sort it out. She closed her eyes, waiting for the first blow.

 

[sagredo]

So there she was, face down, over his lap. She had lifted her skirt but he wanted more. "Lower your panties" he said in a low gruff voice. She quickly turned her face up to him and gave him a dirty look. But then she did as she was told, wiggling nicely on his lap as she got them down and got into a comfortable position again.

As he gazed fondly down on her sweet bottom he felt his determination slip away from him. He no longer really wanted to hit her. He only wanted her submission and this he had obtained. As he thought about how to proceed, his hand moved softly over her skin. What should he do? Now, after the wiggling, the submission, and the soft ass framed by lowered panties and garters, he knew really he wanted to screw her...hard.

He lowered his head and softly kissed each soft cheek. " Did that do it? Are you crying yet?" he asked. Again her head shot up, turned around and gave him a dirty look.

Then he lowered his head and gave her a little love bite on each cheek."How about it, have the tears come yet?" This time she did not even bother to respond.

"Well," he said, "I'll just have to find out if any moisture has been produced on my own." He slid his fingers into her crotch and busied them about, touching lightly on her clit. She lay very, very still. Finally, he said, " Yep, some fluid is being produced, and I judge them to be tears, so you can get up now, and, if that is still what you want to do right now, why just sit down and give me a piece of your mind."

He felt unhappily sure that that is exactly what she would do, and only hoped that she did so quietly, and respectfully, lest they again spiral into mutual anger and sorrow.

 

[FurryFury]

After a long talk together Gwen and Sam made up. They continued to spend as much time together as they could.

Sam did move into Gwen's house but soon they looked for one they could both feel they were starting fresh in. They continued to struggle from time to time with their desires for each other. Their great love and respect for one another, coupled with increasingly open communication helped them through the rough moments. They experienced a great deal of joy together.

The end.