Training

[Straddler]

A gentle knock on the door announced Gillian’s arrival.

” Come in , come in,” I hollered from the couch. I continued to watch television as she entered the hallway, peeked round the jamb and finally inched her way into the room.

“ Are you alone?” she asked sheepishly. “You did know I was coming? Mark told me you would be expecting me. You are aware of Mark’s arrangement aren’t you?” She posed a number of similar questions but I ignored her. She finally sidled into our overstuffed easy chair after it dawned on her that there would be no response. I immediately snapped my fingers and motioned for her to stand-up. She promply popped to her feet and waited silently, shifting her weight and occasionally clearing her throat.

Ten minutes later the “Nature” documentary ended and I snapped off the television. I kept staring at the set however and allowed the silence to grow. Her discomfort became palitable. I then flipped through a “New Yorker” which sat on the coffee table.

“I suppose I should leave then.” She suggested.

I closed the “New Yorker” and placed it patiently on the sofa beside me. I finally turned and stared straight into her face. She was a slim brunette with a striking figure. Her coloring was pale yet flushed with the anxiety of the moment. I watched her pupils grow and her eyes dart like a trapped doe. I kept my expression implacable, frozen, offering her nothing. I simply assessed.

“I had no idea, it would be like this. Mark sent me to you.” I held my stare….. cold, incisive, probing. She remained still and silent her mind racing. Then, she broke. She looked down at the floor and pleaded. “Mark told me to be here at seven. Mark sent me to you.”

“Why?” I broke my silence.

She shuffled and stared at her shoes. “For training.” She whispered.

 

[FurryFury]

Gillian, was upset. It seemed like this was all a big misunderstanding between Mark and this man. Or maybe she got it all wrong. She had a tendency to get all mixed up sometimes. Maybe she got the address wrong or something.

No, he didn't seem surprised that she was here, not really. The air around him seemed to be super charged telling her he was the right person. The way he had snapped his fingers. The way she had reacted. His eyes on her, all those things confirmed she was in the right place with the right person. Still, she must have done something wrong, Gillian wondered what, while she kept her eyes on her shoes and chewed at her lip.

"Did I do something wrong already?" She whispered cringing at the thought of having messed up so soon. Gillian wondered what he would say. Surely he would tell her what to do. How else could she get the training Mark demanded that she have? At this point she felt like she wanted to cry but she was trying not to. She always liked it when people liked her. Gillian needed to make people happy. That's how she had always been.

 

[Straddler]

I ignored her question and enjoyed watching her mounting discomfort. I continued to assess her body language, her needs. The blush that had started in her cheeks had spread down her neck and painted the top of her chest. Her hands worked nervously, thumbs rubbing against palm and fingers. She chewed at her lower lip and though her head remained inclined toward her shoetops, her round green eyes darted up and down, imploring me to speak the accustomed “niceties” of polite society. She ached for the protection of ritual: the “nice to meet you…how are you…Mark has told me so much about you….”

I reached for the phone on the end table and without taking my eyes off her dialed the number with my thumb. The whir of the air conditioner and the digital beep from the phone were all that interrupted the sound of her near panic breathing.

“Hello, Mark….. Yes she’s here…. A pretty little thing….” I stand up and cross over to her and step in close, into her private space. Her breathing turns shallow, close to panting. I run the back of my hand over her cheek then take her chin between my thumb and forefinger and lift her face to stare fully, incisively into hers. “She’ll be a true slut wife when we send her back to you.” I chuckle and listen casually to Mark but my stare steadily bores into Gillian’s flickering eyes.

I run the back of my hand down her silken blouse and rub my knuckles over her hardening nipple. Instinctively her hand raises to mine but I grab her forearm and forcibly throw it down to her side. I glare at her and pinch her nipple as a further warning. “ Yes, I know” the phone conversation carries on without a glitch: “I’m just feeling her tits now, very nice,….. Oh no fear of that.” I motion for her to remove her top. “What exactly have you done with her so far Mark?” I begin to circle around her as she unbuttons. My hands wander over her belly, her thigh and her ass as I chat with her husband. When I am completely behind her I undo the zipper of her skirt and ease the button open. The skirt falls to the ground. “She has a stunning little ass Mark, have you opened her yet?” Clad only in her underthings Gillian stands quivering though the room is quite warm. I step back and appraise her. She is delicious. I slap her inner thigh signaling that I want her legs open. I then pull up on the waistband to her panties such that her pouting pussy is outlined by the snug fabric.

“Tell me what she is like in bed Mark. What does she like? Where is she most sensitive? What does she refuse to do?” I sit on the coffee table and listen as I stare. “ Really…And fantasies…. What does she share with you when she thinks no one else will ever hear? Hmmm…you surprise me. First fuck?…who?…where? When did she first masturbate? Give me some of her intimate thoughts, her secrets. What would she most hate for you to tell me?…….Is that right?…….You must give me more Mark. I can strip her body but you have to strip her mind for me…. You don’t say………….How old?……You swore never to tell……Some more please yes. This is extremely interesting……”

For fifteen minutes I chat with Mark but never remove my glare from Gillian’s downcast face, her heaving breasts, her delicate, protruding cunt. “Yes, bye Mark, I’ll keep you updated and; I'll even have you over to check the progress. I don’t know, for as long as it takes. Oh don’t mention it. Bye now.”

 

[FurryFury]

This all seemed so wrong to Gillian. This place, her being in it, the man who hardly spoke and looked at her as if she were some insect at times or at best a canvas he wasn't sure he cared for.

She wanted to leave. Gillian wanted to go home. Home was where her friends and family were who spoke to her and didn't leave her wondering what to do. For them she knew what to do. She might not always like it but she knew her role and how to play it. Home to Mark too, that was where she wanted to be, she loved him so much, trusted him so and he wanted her here for "training." She felt a tremor roll through her nerves. The word scared her so.

When this man with his piercing and dispassionate blue eyes asked her, she had even, just barely had the courage to say that was why she was here, but it had been so hard. She continued to stand there trapped by her love and trust in Mark. Trapped too by her inability to figure out a polite way to leave. How she wanted to leave. Mark would not like it though if she did. He wouldn't like it if this was the right guy but if it wasn't, she could and should leave. How could she be sure?

Her face felt hot while he stared at her. Why was he acting this way? He continued to say nothing. Just when she felt like she should bolt back down the hallway, he picked up the phone.

Gillian hesitated. She was aware of her breathing suddenly. If she weren't careful she might hyperventilate. She tried to calm herself. Who was he calling and why? What was this all going to turn out to involve, she wondered.

“Hello, Mark….. Yes she’s here…. A pretty little thing….” He said. Oh my God! She thought, he's talking to Mark. Her throat felt dry. She wanted to take the phone and ask Mark to let her come home right now. Her hand twitched aching to reach out for the receiver.

He started to come toward her now. He's going to let me talk with Mark, she thought excited and relieved, this had all been a mistake or a terrible joke on her. Maybe this fellow wasn't so bad, he sounded nice on the phone with Mark and he said she was pretty. He said she was a pretty little thing though, a thing, a little thing, inconsequential almost, was the connotation she felt when she thought about his tone and the look on his face as he looked at her seemed to confirm that.

He moved into her comfort zone. Gillian again felt nearly panicked. He touched her then, she pulled her head back away from his touch but kept her eyes down not wanting to look up into his for some reason. He took her chin then. He lifted it. He made her look up at him. His eyes seemed to bore into hers and scrape at her soul. He continued talking to Mark and his next words were chilling.

“She’ll be a true slut wife when we send her back to you.” He said and chuckled as if it were nothing. He acted as if he and Mark were talking about a football team or a type of beer they wanted to try. Again she felt scared, felt her face heat and felt terror rip through her. Gillian couldn't maintain the eye contact. Her eyes flicked to his hair. It was dark and well groomed. If he had acted like most people she would have liked his hair and his looks. His mouth held a quirky amused smile and said I know something you don't.

She didn't want to be a "true slut wife." She just wanted to be a good wife and have Mark be happy with her. That's all she wanted but she could never be a slut. That was ludicrous. She was a better person than that. Gillian was a good girl. She always had been and always would be no matter what thoughts ran through her mind from time to time. Her head started to shake in negation. Mark couldn't want his wife to be a slut. That was, well it was nasty and so wrong!

He touched her, this man. He actually had the gall to touch her. She tried to remove his hand but he countered her before she even touched him to do so. He was so forceful it was stunning. Now he was glaring at her, as if he were wronged at mad at her. This was incomprehensible to her and it froze her again. He continued to speak to Mark as if nothing at all was going on but he pinched her nipple so hard she gasped. She was ready to run for it now until she heard his next words.

“I’m just feeling her tits now, very nice,….. Oh no fear of that.” Mark didn't care that this other man was touching her that way? Talking about her body in such a base way was foreign to her.

He motioned for her to remove her top. She felt compelled to do it. Gillain couldn't figure out why that was though. Maybe because Mark had sent her and wanted it? Maybe because there was something so compelling about this man whose name she didn't even know.

“What exactly have you done with her so far Mark?” The conversation went on. Her mind tried to figure out what Mark would say to that question. Her fingers worked at the buttons on her blouse but she had trouble feeling clumsy in the face of this whole strange conversation and man.

He was touching her again. touching her like a lover might. He is not her lover and could never be. He doesn't even seem to care about her at all. What kind of man does these sorts of things to another man's wife while he talks on the phone with the husband?

“She has a stunning little ass Mark, have you opened her yet?” Gillian felt a black static in her mind. Opened her, had Mark opened her, well of course they were married and had made love but wait, he was talking about her bottom. She shivered then. Oh. No. He couldn't mean that. Could he? No. She tried to close her mind against that thought.

He undid her skirt and it falls. She feels a sudden slap against her inner thigh causing her to open her legs some. Her heart rate is up so high. Gillian is feeling lightheaded. He pulled on her panties making them tight against her private areas and she realizes for the first time she is wet, her panties rub the wetness in them back onto her. Her face again feels hot.

The next fifteen minutes are a hell of previously unconsidered portions as the man stares at her and asks intimate questions about her and their sex life. She feels stuck in a static place. Gillian sort of zones out until she hears him saying things that make her heart stop and stutter.

"I can strip her body but you have to strip her mind for me…. You don’t say………….How old?……You swore never to tell……Some more please yes. This is extremely interesting……” He said. Clearly Mark was telling this man things that he shouldn't be. How could Mark do that to her? She was furious. Her guts burned. Finally Gillian began to cry. What on earth had she done to deserve such betrayal from Mark? He promised! He gave his word never to tell about that and he broke his it, betraying her now. It wasn't like Mark to do that. She had trusted him. Whatever she had done it must have been horrible. She was a fool, Gillian thought her mind was spinning.

He stood up and walked back over to her. He was taller than her, she realized. He looked strong and fit. There wasn't a hint of caring in his face. Forget this, she thought, it's time to go. It's time to get my clothes and get out of here. She wanted to so bad. She wanted to go home to Mark but no, Mark wanted her here. Gillian just couldn't understand any of it. She heard this man speaking again after Mark finished apparently spilling his guts about her secrets.

“Yes, bye Mark, I’ll keep you updated and; I'll even have you over to check the progress. I don’t know, for as long as it takes. Oh don’t mention it. Bye now.” The man said.

Mark was thanking him? Why in the world would Mark thank him?

"Mark! Mark!" She yelled suddenly remembering she wanted to talk with him. She wanted to tell him exactly what was happening here. He couldn't really know could he? No. If he knew he would want her home and this guy locked up somewhere. No one wants their wife to do these sorts of things. Right? Gillian thought,her mind fought wildly against all evidence to the contrary. Her tears were still rolling down her face making it a ruin she was sure. "Mark!" She sobbed.

 

[Straddler]

“But, Mark sent you here to me.” I delivered these lines in a matter of fact tone and with an inquisitive expression. She stopped calling his name and through her tearful eyes she looked directly at me. Evidence of both her racing mind and roaring emotions within the look.

“DO NOT, look directly at me unless I move your face up to mine OR if I say LOOK AT ME.” I pronounced this with full force. Her head shot back down to the floor. I allowed her a few minutes to digest the command and her immediate reaction to it. I examined her minutely as she wrestled with it all. Her body trembled and there was an occasional catch in her throat. Her cunt however was so wet that a stain was now visible through her clinging panties. I could not leave her in this state of confusion for too long and had to move the proceedings forward before I damaged her.

“Come here.” It was an order and she moved to where I sat on the edge of the coffee table. I opened my legs and reached up to her shoulders pulling her down to her knees. She now knelt between my legs. I took her hands one at a time and gently placed each one upon each of my thighs. I precisely spread her fingers and positioned her palms on my thighs. I lowered her head a touch. “Open up your thighs. Good. This is your learning position. When I want to teach you I will tell you to get into this position. Remember it.” Her head nodded in assent and I was amazed at how she instinctively did so many things correctly.

“You need some truths Gillian and you need to make a huge decision.” I played with her hair as I spoke to her. When you left your house Mark kissed you on the forehead and said these exact words. ‘Do this for me. If you love me do this for me. Trust him, my heart, and do this for me.’He spoke in a ritualistic manner with unusual word choice. It all sounded strange, not like Mark at all and you wondered why is he talking like this; but you love him so. You shrugged it off and came to see me. You would do anything for Mark.” I watched her and twirled a few strands of hair around my forefinger. She took in a quick breath in order to speak but I placed the thumb of my other hand over her lips. “Shhh” I whispered.

“I am Mark’s mentor. He has needs which I recognized as soon as I met him. You also have needs which I suspected when Mark would speak of you. Seeing you tonight confirmed everything. It is why you love each other. You found each other. If you do not fulfill each other you will eventually drift. I will tell you more as you need it. For now, here is your Mantra. ‘Bliss is found not by the addition of anything but by the subtraction of everything.’” I lifted her face up to look into mine, “say it.”

“Bliss is found not by the addition of anything but by the subtraction of everything” she echoed. I let her head fall back into position.

“You may leave at anytime and I will simply phone Mark and tell him to expect you home and that you have failed. If you stay I and others will use you sexually. You will be disciplined either for wrong doings or for someone else’s pleasure. If ever you or I pronounce the word ‘ENOUGH’ the discipline will stop. I will never leave you unprotected or unobserved. You will soon learn to quiet the questioning, decision making, thinking director in your head and live in the now of sensation. I and latter Mark will assume your decision-making needs. You will find bliss.

Tomorrow we begin in earnest. You may leave tonight if you wish. In fact, I expect you to try and leave probably three times, getting as far as your hand on the doorknob. But something inside will stop you. You have all night to think about it. To make your decision. If you stay you have a task to complete. In your room is pen and paper. Write down for me what you believe Mark told me on the phone. Your fantasies and your secret. Also tell me one thing you have not even told Mark. That is your room to the left of the foyer. And I will see you in the morning.

Oh one more thing.” I stood and simultaneously pulled her to her feet. I looked down at her then raised her chin so that she was looking into my eyes. I reached for her right wrist and laid her hand on my waist. I then push down on her wrist as I pulled open my pants and briefs. I continued to stare into her eyes as her hand and palm were pushed down and were wrapped around my cock. It rapidly grows in her hand. I took her other hand and guided it also inside my crotch till she had cupped my balls. I stared into her face. I left her delicate hands in their intimate position for three or four minutes then withdrew them and they returned to her side.

I placed a hand on each of her cheeks and kissed her on the forehead as I had instructed Mark to do earlier in the evening. “You have a difficult night ahead of you. I feel sure I will see you in the morning.” I left and retired for the evening.

 

[FurryFury]

He hung up the phone without letting her talk to Mark! How could he do that? She had to talk to Mark. She had to explain what this guy was really acting like. She was just too stunned at the disconnection to speak or do anything much right that second.

“But, Mark sent you here to me.” He said, his voice cutting through her anguish and into her brain.

"No," She said her voice full of loss. "Mark..." She said one last time softly unable to believe he wasn't on the line. She couldn't stand not at least hearing his voice. Gillian wanted to be with Mark right now but Mark had sent her here to this strange guy. She wanted to go home right now. She wanted that so bad but something kept her here.

Gillian looked up into those dark blue eyes wondering what was keeping her here, wondering so many things. Like why Mark would send her, betray her, and tell about this man about their intimate times. Clearly Mark was not as happy with her as she was with him. Her face pinched up, a slight red cast came into it as she fought not to break down from the fresh pain that tore at her.

“DO NOT, look directly at me unless I move your face up to mine OR if I say LOOK AT ME.” He said. She didn't even think but immediately looked down, moving her head. In a way, his hash command saved her from crying tears that would have been even worse than before. He sobered her a little in that way, though she still felt like she had tumbled into a strange unreal world with different rules.

He made her come to him then, made her kneel before him too. Her heart pounded so fast and so loud that Gillian was sure he must have heard it. He said nothing about it though. He gave no indication that he could hear the drum beat of her heart. He just took her hands positioning them for some reason, just so. He seemed to be positioning her whole body for some reason.

“Open up your thighs. Good. This is your learning position. When I want to teach you I will tell you to get into this position. Remember it.” He said.

She nodded as if this made sense to her, as if it were a normal and expected thing almost natural to her. He played with her hair and talked about what he called truths. Her mind and body held a little war inside her while he did so. She felt so strange and she didn't know anymore what to do.

He was right about what Mark had said to her that morning. It had been a strange way for Mark to talk. When he had talked that way to her, it really got to her in a special way. She hadn't really questioned why. Gillian had only wanted to do what Mark wished.

Gillian started to speak. She started to say, 'but I didn't know it would be like this," before she could, the strange man stopped her from answering him. He touched her lips, his warm thumb on her mouth send spirals of electricity through her.

Now he talked about needs. Mark's needs came first. It was clear she was not fulfilling them and this made her blush with shame. What was wrong with the love they had? Why didn't it give Mark what he needed? How had she failed?

Next the man spoke of her needs. She felt she had everything she wanted, well mostly, everything. The goose bumps pocked her skin then but she said nothing. She just listened as this man, whose name she didn't even know went on.

He gave her a phrase to say. She said it for him upon his demand. Sh felt the words reverberate through her.

The next things he said threw her even more. She could leave but if she did she would fail Mark. Gillian didn't want that, most of all she didn't want that.

If she stayed this man and even others would use her sexually. Gillian still couldn't understand how Mark could want that, much less how she felt about it.

He talked about her being disciplined for wrongdoing or someone else's pleasure and her mind spun. What in the world could he mean by that, she wondered.

She could leave. She could say "enough" and everything would stop? That was good but then she would have failed. The idea of that was not palatable to her.

He said then that he would never leave her unprotected or unobserved. It seemed like he meant that to be reassuring but it wasn't. She already felt unprotected. Mark wasn't here. Gillian didn't want to be observed every moment. She wanted to be more private than that. It felt wrong like she had missed his meaning by a few degrees somehow.

"Soon you will quiet..." He went on. These parts made her feel a yearning she didn't know she had. Something deep inside of her shifted and woke up. She wanted that. Gillian wanted so very much to live in the now of sensation. She felt a gnawing ache inside her for just that.

He was going to assume her decision-making needs? Later Mark would take over her decision-making needs? That could be good and bad. Lord knows she has often wished someone would.

Now he gave her a task to do if she stayed. If she decided not to fail Mark she had to do it tonight. The task was horrible, too scary. She didn't want to do it. Almost everything inside her rebelled against this task, it made her physically sick to think of doing the task. She didn't want to write down her fantasies, her secret that she thinks Mark already told this man or something she hadn't even shared with Mark. She was a private person. No one needs to know these things. She thought to herself what she would write, could she write any of that?

He pulled her to her feet saying there was one more thing. He seemed strong though she didn't resist. He pulled her chin up so she was again looking into those cool blue eyes. He moved her hands down to him, on his cock and under his balls. She stood there locked in place feeling him grow in her hands. Her eyes were lost in his. Her mind was too confused with all of the words he had said, the way he had acted, how Mark had and now her own actions and feelings.

She felt sure he'd demand something of her now. A blowjob or something else and that she could say no to. It was just wrong. She didn't even know this guy's name and she was married.

Gillian was surprised when he merely returned her hands to her side. She was stunned when he took her face in his hands and kissed her forehead.

“You have a difficult night ahead of you. I feel sure I will see you in the morning.” He said and then he left, just like that he went down the hall and was gone.

She didn't know how long she stood there. It could have been a very long time. After a while, she moved again. Gillian examined the apartment then headed to "her" room her mind still whirling in confusion.

She looked about the room. It was a nice room with everything in it she could want except to be somewhere else with Mark.

She looked at the small desk, the paper and pens. Taking a deep breath she sat down and tried to figure out what she could stand to put on paper.

 

[Straddler]

In the morning I calmly entered Gillian’s room. There was to be no knocking, no announcement, just the invasion of another border. She sat on the edge of her bed, dressed as she was when she entered the apartment last night, a white silken blouse and a black skirt of tasteful length an inch above her knee. She even wore her pumps as she sat tensely, even angrily, upon the bed. Her bed had obviously not been slept in. I stood coldly and awaited the explosion. She struggled to start. She wanted to lash out yet her deeply seeded need to please, to submit, to let go pulled her in the opposite direction. Her heart was a rope in this tug of war; a war which raged savagely inside her. Her stare flicked passively from the floor to defiantly glaring at me. I relaxed smiled and prepared for the inevitable attack.

After a full minute of deliberation it came…... She flew off the bed, hands outstretched screaming; “ I stayed, yes I stayed but for Mark. Not for you. Never for you and the ridiculous things you said. I detest……” When she was in arms length, I clamped my left hand over her mouth and with my right arm cinching her waist I easily flipped her under my arm and carried her back to the bed. She was across my knee in a trice and my right leg locked her into place. I pressed her down with my left hand in the middle of her back. This left my right arm free.

I yanked her skirt up and over her back and ripped off her panties. They tore into jagged shreads. She struggled, sputtered and yelled. I began to wail at her seductively wriggling bottom. It quickly turned from pink to an angry red yet I continued the steady powerful strokes. Her throws of anger became twists, writhing to avoid the pain and her yells seamlessly turned to tears and pleading. She began to beg and cajole but I was not deterred. She must remember the magic word. I relentlessly smacked the same spot on each cheek, alternating from one to the other, varying nothing. After what seemed like ages she breathed out “ENOUGH”. I stopped in mid stroke.

Gillian collapsed limply over my knee and whimpered. I stroked her enflamed ass feeling the heat on my palm. I loosened my grip with my right legs and at the same time my fingers wandered to her exposed cunt. I would explore her body. She began at once to clamp her legs together and struggled to free herself. I regripped with my leg and resumed my spanking of her abused ass: the same tempo, the same spots. “Please, please, no. ENOUGH” I loosened and resumed my examination. I opened her thighs and she complied. The delicate and intricate folds of her labia where my play ground. She was surprisingly wet, soaking in fact, and it eased my ministrations. I tickled and rolled her tender clit in my moist fingers until she began to undulate in spite of herself to my rhythm. Then I explored inside her tight and mysterious cunt. Stroking the long band of muscle, which stretched from under her hood to the opening. I felt the twinge as I discovered her secret spot just under her hood. I explored deeper behind the nub and noted that she was inordinately sensitive back there. Tickling her cunt at the back and deep within her caused her muscles to contract and expand in a glorious milking fashion. She will be heavenly to fuck with a deep, deep penetration our pubic hairs meshed together will cause her to suck my cock dry: a grabbing and releasing which will plunge me into ecstasy. My cock now was raging and pressed expectantly into her hip. I began to finger fuck Gillian and her response was immediate. Betrayed by her body she moaned and began to pump reaching for her orgasm.

I stopped and began again to stroke her bottom. I then spread her cheeks and admired her lovely tight bum. When I reached in and between her spreading cheeks to draw little circles around her virgin ring,she began to protest again. I quickly gave a viscous smack to her tender inner thigh. Air escaped her in a quick pant and she acquiesced once more to my will. I wet my finger with my mouth and traced around her asshole with ever decreasing circles till I pressed my finger inside her and examined her slowly, rhythmically. Her breathing increased in rapidity and despite herself she again began to moan with that traitor: Pleasure.

I stopped, released her with my clamping leg and told her. “Go and get the letter I told you to write.”

 

[FurryFury]

Gillian had dozed off a few times during the night that seemed interminably long. She didn't want to get undressed because she was uncomfortable here with so many unknowns in this situation. He had said that he would never leave her unwatched. So she wondered if there were cameras in the room. She figured he had to sleep sometime but maybe he would watch any tapes later or maybe since he had mentioned others, there were other people watching.

If it weren't for three things she would have left. She nearly did leave a few times in the night but without reasoning it out those things kept her here as surely as chains might have. The three reasons why she stayed were the sort of things she did not want to admit to herself or anyone. Gillian refused to put them into words even in her own mind.

She was also in a muddle about what to write. If this man who seemed so cold to her was actually doing what Mark wanted and needed, then she should do everything she could to make this work. That meant telling the truth, all of it that she could stand. It was a hard task for her to bear. She looked back over the note she had written.

Dear ?,

It's really strange being here. It feels wrong to me that I don't know your name but you know Mark and he has told you about me. Now I am here and I don't know what to do or how to act. For the most part you haven't told me. I feel scared for so many reasons.

I believe that Mark probably told you about our sex life. This is what it sounded like from what I could hear of your conversation with him. I don't understand why he would tell you about our intimacy but I can guess he had some complaints.

It's true that I don't like to perform oral sex or have it performed on me. I have my reasons for that, but I have always tried to be open and available whenever Mark wants to have sex. I don't really care if I feel like it or not. I'm not that kind of girl. I just feel that he has "paid for it" so it should be available whenever he wants. After all what does it take out of me if I'm sick or tired? It doesn't have to take much. Often I feel better later. I think it's because I feel I may have made Mark happy. I hoped that would make up for some of the things I can't do. Now I wonder if he is happy at all.

My secret that I think Mark may have told you is...well, it's supposed to stay a secret. This is so hard. (There was a wet spot there and she brushed it away.)

It's that for as long as I can remember I have masturbated to fantasies in which I am held down and sex if forced on me against my will. I felt really bad that even when I made love with Mark in order for me to orgasm, which seemed too important to him, I had to have these terrible dirty thoughts. Why couldn't I just think of HIM and his love? Why doesn't that get me off? I wish I were a better person.

(The next paragraph was marked through with three dark ink lines. They were written so hard the pen strokes sometimes went through the paper itself.)

I don't want to tell you anything else. I didn't want to tell you anything I already have either. I don't know why I'm even doing this. Who are you really anyway? Do you even care about me? Do you care about Mark?

(The note returns to normal for the next part.)

I never told Mark that Uncle Peter made me do things when I was young that were wrong. I don't know why. I've always figured it was my fault since I had those fantasies. I never told anyone. I hope you're happy that I've written this. I'm not.

(There were depressions in the paper and some of the ink had smeared. The paper looked like it had been folded and refolded dozens of times. In the middle on the top, there was a small tear.)

Gillian wanted to finish tearing it. She wanted to rip it to pieces. It had taken a piece of her soul from her to write that. She wasn't sure she had done the right thing. Over and over she walked from the desk to the bed and back again hesitating. A war was waged inside of her. It was a war that had no sides. She didn't even know if there was anyway to win it. Hours ticked by. She couldn't rest much at all. How could she?

She hadn't slept much, though now and then she did nod off. That surprised her. The fact that she could slip into sleep with such strange things going on, with her mind and soul under attack was shocking to her. was unthinkable to her. It was unthinkable but she did it now and again even so. It had occurred to her to call Mark several times. She wanted to hear his voice so much but Mark knew where she was. In fact, he presumably, knew more about what she was supposed to be doing here than her. She didn't want to fail him. Making that call might do just that in some strange upside down way and that was the problem.

There was no real way to know what she was supposed to be doing. Everything was all jumbled up in her head. Nothing made sense anymore. Her eyes burned. Her brain ached. Gillian's throat felt sore from the crying. She never cried like she had done. It took too much out of her.

Gillian put the paper on the desk and smoothed it as best she could. She paced her room for an hour, and then lay down on the bed. Her mind was whirling so hard; turning in so may directions at once she thought she might never find her way again. She felt like she was making the worst mistake of her life and yet, it was something she felt compelled to do.

She lay there thinking about tearing up her note into tiny pieces. She sat up on the bed, noticing the light in the room. It was getting toward morning. She felt too tired to think anymore but she couldn't stop thinking. Gillian was thinking too about leaving or calling Mark and begging him to let her come home and to just love her the way she was when the man came in.

He didn't knock or anything. He just strode into the room he had called her's like he owned the world. It made her angry. She felt a rage building in her soul not just about this but also about a lot of things. It was hot this rage; she had stoked it and hidden it for years. Now it was being too big to hide.

I am a good girl she thought. I don't get mad. For once though it didn't work. Her rage just seemed to grow. The embers caught fire and burgeoned into a conflagration that had to consume something or she would die from the intensity.

She lifted her eyes up to his. She didn't care that he had told her not to. How dare he tell her anything? He looked relaxed and amused. His look made her even more enraged. WHO was he? Who WAS he? Who was HE? How DARE he? She had to take that amusement from his eyes. She had to smear that look off of his face. He wouldn't stay relaxed. She wasn't some toy to be used and forgotten. Never again would she be!

Gillian flew at him. She didn't plan it. She didn't know what she was even saying. Not really. She just let go the reins of her rage. It felt good, cleansing even but before she knew it he had her.

She didn't know how he had done it but suddenly she was across his lap. He lifted her skirt. How dare he? She screamed at him. He tore her panties pulling them down. Her body's heat all seemed to pool in her groin at that. The spanking started then. Not a spanking that was light but hard like he meant it, as if she were some bad girl in seventh grade or something.

"Oh! No! Please stop!" She cried, trying to twist away from him. Again tears flowed from her. She didn't even notice. The rain of blows on her bottom, how hot it felt and her groin growing more and more heated kept her attention focused on only one thing.

She began to quiet. Gillian felt a bit more peaceful. Her mind eased down out of the rapidly spinning chaos it had been in. After a long time, she heard a word whispered. "Enough."

She blinked when it stopped, felt him rubbing her heated bottom, which relaxed her and made her tense too. I spoke? She wondered to herself. Was that me? It must have been. She didn't even know she had remembered what he said about that word until now.

He started to touch her now where he had no right to be. She struggled again. She was married. He knew that. She wanted so much to be a good girl and a good wife for Mark.

Just like that the blows returned to her bruised and heated bottom. “Please, please, no. ENOUGH," she said. When his fingers went back to her sex she didn't fight him anymore. She wondered what that made her? While he was doing whatever he wanted with her there, she found to her shame that she was wet. Not just a little bit wet, no she was embarrassingly wet. What does that make me? She wondered again.

Her body had betrayed her. It continued to betray her. She couldn't think again. She just couldn't. Her body was alive and too needy. He nearly made her come with just his fingers but he stopped short of her release. It made her hungrier.

He touched her bottom. It was still so hot. So sore and it tingled like the devil. Reflexively she began to fight when he pulled her cheeks apart and got close to her anus. He spanked her again. She let him. Dear God she let him play with her bottom hole like she had never let anyone do before. What was worse her body liked it, even loved it. She wanted to die from the shame of it all. Yet, she felt strangely at peace too. What was happening to her?

Just like that he released her. Again he stopped just this She felt like crying for a whole other reason than before. She held the muscles of her face tight and fought the tears. I think I hate me. She told herself. I think I hate my body. He spoke.

“Go and get the letter I told you to write.”

She wanted to ignore him. Gillian didn't want him to read what she had written. Nonetheless she rose off of his lap. She adjusted her skirt back down and flinched looking at her torn panties on the floor. She wanted them back. Now she was dripping. She needed underwear in the worst way. She felt her own warm fluids run down her thighs now that she was standing up.

Gillian felt dizzy too. Maybe the lack of sleep or all of her emotions were getting to her or maybe she simply stood up too fast. She stumbled a little on her way to the small desk. Once there she fought again the impulse to destroy the evidence of her true self and secrets. After what had just happened it seemed a little late. She turned and walked back over to him, this person whose name she still didn't know, keeping her eyes down, staring at her shoes she reached out offering her hidden shame to him in black and white.

Again her heart beat rapidly. She didn't know what to with herself while he tore through her heart. She shuffled her feet feeling more of her own juices coat her thighs. Some now was going down her legs. She was sure her face must be pink. Gillian wanted to run and hide. Instead she stood there waiting.

 

[Straddler]

I felt her anxiety filling the entire bedroom as I slowly read and absorbed the letter. I then folded the letter into a long folio shape and placed it on the bed beside me. Her mind, her emotions, her incessant questions shouted out like the “Silent Scream”: they dominated her every movement, her darting pleading eyes. I turned her around and carefully, silently undid her skirt and eased it down her legs. I tapped her on the back of each calf and, understanding, she stepped one foot at a time out of her skirt. I turned her around again to face me and I precisely folded her skirt, placed it on the bed and lay her letter on top of it. One of the elastic stays from her destroyed panties was wrapped about her left thigh. I patiently removed that and had her step out of it. As my hand touched her inner thigh; during this process the moist evidence of her arousal wet my fingers. I brought my fingers to my mouth and carefully licked them clean. Her shame heated her entire body and for two seconds her mind went quiet frozen by the power of that emotion. Her shame only caused her cunt to betray her once again.

I even neatly wrapped the elastic stay around my finger and place it exactly arranged on the pile, which was growing beside me. Agonizingly slowly I reached up and undid the top button of her blouse. As I undid each button, I smoothed the material back into place and made sure I was satisfied with the result. I patiently worked my way through all the buttons. Her why’s, who’s, and what’s, ran unrelentingly through her brain. I felt them like an aura, encirdling, and smothering her. I simply slowed down all the more and undid her cuffs with enwrapped attention. Turning her once more I slid the blouse off and again folded and stacked. I unclipped her bra and gently performed the same focused ritual. Turning her finally to face me: she stood naked. I positioned her legs wider and went back to arranging the pile exactly as I wanted it.

Finally satisfied I turned and looked at Gillian. My movements had been slow calculated measured and then SMACK! I slapped her inner thigh violently. “STOP IT!” I commanded. The shock numbed her so, that she at last ceased to think. “GOOD” I cooed. Then after a few moments the racing the questioning, the what, the why, the when began at a fever pitch. SMACK! “STOP IT” …..”GOOD” this time her raging mind stopped longer. Then commenced again. SMACK! “STOP IT” …..”GOOD” She had no idea what to stop, what was good. The shock, then the desperate attempt to solve the riddle kept the game up for at least fifteen minutes. Then her mind gave up its searching for the logic of the situation, her instincts took over and she went quiet. For the first time perhaps since childhood she let go of everything and went quiet.

"There is just my hand and your skin," I told her as my fingertips rose up and down her outer thighs. Feel it enjoy it. Put everything right there. I traced up and over her hips around her navel. Then SMACK! “STOP IT” …..”GOOD” she had slipped back into her old mode. Corrected, she began to catch herself and shut down the “Grand Inquisitor” inside her head. My hands traveled delicately soothingly up to her breasts feeling their heft, exploring their sensitivity. Her pale pink nipples were of course the most responsive and she luxuriated in their manipulation. She was now floating in a sea of sensation. Her mind quiet for once in her life. I pulled on her nipples and her knees softened her cunt oozed and her belly rippled as a reaction.

Throughout all of this she would at times work her mind frantically to dismiss her questions. She wanted to stay where she now was as much as I wanted her to. “DON’T FIGHT THE QUESTIONS JUST LET THEM FLOW THROUGH YOU. LET THEM GO. THEY ARE WIND THROUGH YOUR BRANCHES.”

My hands trailed down, caressing her belly stroking her pubic hair, till I had a hand on each side of her outer lips, deep in the crevice between her cunt and her inner thighs. I gently began to rub my hands back and forth, using the moisture and warmth of her own cunt to massage her clit. “THERE IS NOTHING BUT YOU AND YOUR BEAUTIFUL CUNT. YOUR CUNT AND MY HANDS. LET GO. ENJOY, FEEL.” She swam in the ocean of the moment and her knees were close to buckling so I slid her onto my lap. She straddled me and my hands reached in and continued as before. The change in positions caused her to lose her way. SMACK! “STOP IT” …..”GOOD” Quickly she was back in the ocean. Her hands rested on my shoulder and her head inclined till it rested against my forehead. She needed this so badly. Then I entered her cunt lips with my finger and traced the labyrinth of her folding inner lips. Stopping to flick at her extended clit: moist, ready, demanding. Her cunt was alive. It was now in control. Gillian for the first time ever surrendered to it. My other hand circled her hips and I wet my finger with her moist pussy. As I inserted my finger inside her ass, I felt her work through an objection and stay in the ocean. “GOOD GIRL”.

She was melting into the pleasure and I rhythmically worked her clit and ass. She pumped with me and released sighs of long pent up desire. I used the heel of my hand to continue the pressure and rhythm on her clit and reached into her cunt with my finger, reaching up high into the sensitive folds of her cunt’s opening, high and at the very front of her vagina. I pushed and wriggled my finger and inserted my other hand further up into her ass. She froze tense with a new and blinding lust. Lost to all but feeling. Her two hands shot down to my wrist and she pulled up.

“Don’t move. Don’t move a thing” she pleaded. “Yes, Oh God yes. Right there.” She was still tense every muscle in her body tight. Then she began to tremble. I kept my hand and the pressure exactly where she wanted it. Her eyes rolled back. She made animal guttural noises in her throat. She exploded into a shattering orgasm. Spasm after spasm had her thrashing about on my lap. My hand locked deeply by her thighs, her hands, her cunt.

Her hands then shot to my pants and she ripped my fly open fishing insanely, frantically for my cock. “Oh fuck, oh fuck….Oh God..Fuck me!” she breathed. She pulled my cock out of my underwear and sank her cunt over it quickly, brutally and began fucking like a woman possessed. Deeper and deeper I sank into her. Her face and arms were covered in sweat and she sunk her teeth into my shoulder. I came with her: filling her with wild orgasmic spurts. Streams of sperm pumping deep into her sucking cunt. She stopped cumming gradually a breathing, human decrescendo all the while holding my dick deep inside her with the muscles of her cunt.

I held her to my chest and stroked her hair as she came down, twitching sporatically. My cock remained inside her quietly softening “Bliss is not found by the addition of anything but by the subtraction of everything.” I whispered into her hair.

 

[FurryFury]

Gillian felt torn when he stopped. She wanted him to stop, of course she did but she also wanted him to go on.

Now he was reading her note. A fresh hell blazed in her mind while she fidgeted and watched him, the glanced around the room as if a way out of all this might magically appear before her very eyes.

What would he think of her now? Why should she even care? Because she always cared what was thought of her, that's why, she thought. Please, please understand or at least don't hate me Gillian was thinking as she waited.

When he finished he put her note down just so. She waited feeling painfully passive. She felt like a lamb with her head on the chopping block hoping something would keep the axe from falling on her neck.

He said nothing still. He seemed far to fond of silence when she need to hear words and explanations so badly. He reached out and turned her away from him. He doesn't even want to look at my face, she thought. He's sending me home to Mark. Strangely she felt a crushing defeat instead of happy at those thoughts.

Gillian felt him undo the button and zipper on her skirt. Maybe he wasn't sending her home she thought feeling a tingling warmth spread through her body. He folded her skirt precisely. He's anal retentive she thought then fought the wild giggle that was nearly triggered by her musings.

He reached into her then licked his fingers making her thoughts stop as her blush spread across her chest and into her face. Gillian felt herself get wetter still while the heat in her face grew even more intense. He stripped her slowly. It must have been her imagination but it seemed like the more thoughts that flew around her head the slower he went. It was maddening in a way. Strangely she sometimes felt herself zoning out.

He moved her legs wider and she shifted her weight feeling so strange standing with her legs open and her body bare. He seemed to ignore her and fiddled with his infernal pile of things once more. Good girls don't do things like this, she thought. Mark wants me here though. That's no excuse. Her mind aimed arrows at her soul.

He hit her then. Her thoughts stopped, she was in shock. He was staring at her. He hit her again yelling at her. She felt the sting of impact then her mind numbed. She vaguely heard him say "Good." It warmed her to hear then the thoughts came back.

Why is he hitting me? What did I do wrong? Should I run? What should I do? All these thoughts and more clashed and tumbled in her brain. He hit her again. The smack continued to shock her still and quiet. The pattern continued unrecognized by her consciously, but she began to be able to quiet her thoughts quicker and for longer periods of time.

"There is just my hand and your skin," He told her in a quiet moment.

Later he said, “DON’T FIGHT THE QUESTIONS JUST LET THEM FLOW THROUGH YOU. LET THEM GO. THEY ARE WIND THROUGH YOUR BRANCHES.”

She tried so hard, she wanted to do it for him and for her too it was hard not to think and just to do, just to feel but sometimes she managed. Sometimes she could do it for longer than before too.

There was something here. Something that she wanted so bad. She ached for it without naming it or thinking clearly about it.

“THERE IS NOTHING BUT YOU AND YOUR BEAUTIFUL CUNT. YOUR CUNT AND MY HANDS. LET GO. ENJOY, FEEL.” He said. She tried so hard but it tumbled out of her grasp and her thoughts started again. She felt him hit her again then his soothing voice made it all better as he mind drifted.

Her body had never felt this alive. Gillian was an animal now. She felt everything he did to her so intensely. Her body was driving her now, not her thoughts or worries. She might have said something but if so she didn't hear it herself. She just felt her body riding higher and higher waves of sensation, crying out for more still.

When she crested her body shaking she went wild reaching for his cock until she had him inside her. She was still coming. Gillian rocked, shook, moaned and grunted. She had to fuck him, she had to have his cock inside her, had to give him back some of what he was doing to her and right now.

All the while she kept spasming and coming. She felt an exultation that only grew when she felt him stiffen inside her. His mounting excitement made her orgasm or maybe it was another orgasm she couldn't tell feeling more incredible than ever her mind was truly quiet and she felt so wound up at the same time exhausted too when the spasms finally stopped for them both. He stayed inside her. Her cunt twitched and she felt a buzz inside it, even the muscles in her thighs and calves seemed like rubber bands being twanged now and then.

He held her to him. Stoking her hair, he helped her ease down from the incredible, frenetic fuck.

“Bliss is not found by the addition of anything but by the subtraction of everything.” He said.

She repeated it for him solemnly. “Bliss is not found by the addition of anything but by the subtraction of everything.” Her head nodded a bit as her body seemed to vibrate all over and his cock slowly softened.

“Bliss is not found by the addition of anything but by the subtraction of everything.” She said again and cuddled against him.

 

[Straddler]

I carried Gillian out of the bedroom naked and placed her in a corner of the couch. I kissed her on the forehead and went to the table where my work was piled waiting for my attention. I sat on the far side of the dinning room table to afford myself an unobstructed view of her nakedness. Later we took coffee and rolls for breakfast. Then, she watched some news programming and read from the scores of magazines about the apartment. She seemed to understand that she was to remain naked while she was with me.

After a light lunch, I began another session with her. While I sat at the table working I glanced up at her. She was immersed in a novel, which she had discovered on the bookshelves. “Open your legs, I want to see your cunt.” I used a commanding voice. Instinctively her legs closed rather than opening and she reached a hand down to her mound. I glared at her. “NOW!” I said. Slowly her thighs opened and she withdrew her hand. “Bring your heels up onto the couch and splay your legs.” There was a menacing edge to my voice and she obeyed. I left her like that for at least five minutes. Then I told her to open her cunt lips wide with her fingers. Her eyes were glossy and she moved to obey. My right hand undid my fly and I took my engorged cock out and began to stroke it: slowly, luxuriously. Her gaping pussy was again dripping driven by her humiliating exposure and my obscenely, lewd yanking at my prick. “Masturbate.” I demanded. She whimpered but her index finger slid down to her clit and she began to alternate between circling then rubbing up and down. I sat with my legs wide, thrashing my cock as she brought more fingers into play and began to pump and groan. Her cheeks, her neck, her inner thighs, and her breasts were all a bright red with shame but in spite of herself she began to dig away at her demanding cunt: one hand pressing down on her mound and the other working away mysteriously, in her own, long established, private, patterns. What she had hidden for years she now furiously performed.

We both stared and grunted at each other as I shot jets of semen in an arcs onto the rug. She flipped and spasmed simultaneously. I continued to pump and hang onto my bucking cock.Entering into the realm of ecstatic pain. Forcing myself to pull beyond the point of endurance. I pulled harder, faster my balls rebelling at the thrashing. She understood the game and continued to milk herself even though she was now screaming aloud. We pitched and thrashed like salmon staring and daring each other to greater heights. At last we each collapsed. She lay back in the corner of the sofa, panting. I was breathing like a spent sprinter. I regained my composure,did up my fly and went back to my papers. “Clean that up Gillian.”

 

[FurryFury]

He picked her up eventually and carried her out to the living room. She had thought he was strong but the ease with which he did this confirmed that for her. He kissed her on the forehead. It made her feel cared about. She smiled as warmth flooded through her.

He seemed to be working but after a while they had some rolls and coffee for breakfast before returning to their respective places. Gillian had learned something now. She had learned not to ask questions. She had learned to quiet her brain a little and just try to relax in the moment. Still she felt flushed that she was still naked but after what he had made her feel, she could hardly find it in her to object, no matter how vulnerable she felt.

Gillian tried to distract herself by television, magazines and finally lost herself in a book. It seemed like just minutes later he was touching her. She looked at the book and found she had read a good third of it.

They had lunch together then he seemed to get back to work and want her back on the couch. The book was full of things that were forbidden, things that she now found herself wanting. She picked it back up and lost herself in it again.

“Open your legs, I want to see your cunt.” His voice came from across the room. It made her drop the book. His voice sounded so demanding but she was surprised and just acted from instinct doing the opposite of what he said.

“NOW!” He said, not moving from his place where he worked on. He brooked not argument. Slowly Gillian moved her hands and opened her legs for him blushing from the shames of doing the wrong thing from instinct and opening herself in such a obscene way. When she had positioned herself open for him, he spoke again.

“Bring your heels up onto the couch and splay your legs.” He said.

She complied quicker this time even though this was a worse position still. Her body felt like it was overheating knowing he was able to look at her like this. Her mind started to question everything but Gillian struggled to let the questions just flow away from her.

She didn't notice when he stood or walked over but there he was in front of her talking again.

"Open you cunt lips wide with you fingers." He said. She shivered as she did his bidding again. She found her pussy was flooded already.

He unzipped his pants. She thought he would fuck her again now. Gillian ached for it but he only stroked himself. She watched his hand on his cock captivated by what he was doing right in front of her. If he shot off his streams might even hit her, she thought.

“Masturbate.” He demanded. She made a sound like a lost animal and tentatively began to rub her clit, occasionally pushing a finger inside her, which would make her hand almost too wet to masturbate with. Her strokes got faster and harder as she went on. Gillian's breathing became more like pants.

She had to be blushing again as she continued to masturbate for him. Her body was getting tighter and tighter, she felt the tension in it build to an almost unbearable level. Then she came her body flipping inside out or at least if felt like that. She came at the precise moment she saw his cock begin to spurt at her. She grunted like an animal, feeling primal again as she came and came.

He didn't stop though. He kept on. Gillian was surprised but she followed his lead and kept on as well. She couldn't seem to stop the contractions in her pussy. She just kept coming and coming. Gillian had never felt anything like this before. She heard screaming and barely figured out it was her own sounds. She had never been a screamer with her husband. She shook with the continuous orgasm. Her arm was getting tired. She kept switching them even though they both had nerves burning and shaking in them. Finally he stopped their mutual marathon and she was allowed her earned sweet collapse. She felt like she might pass out, panting as she lay on the sofa, no longer caring in the least that she was nude or had just acted wanton. Her body tingled. Nerves burned and muscles buzzed jumping all up and down her body.

He got his breathing back to normal. Redoing his pants he walked back to his work and resumed his notes.

“Clean that up Gillian.” He said offhandedly, almost as an after thought, it seemed to her. She pulled her body, exhausted and dripping off the couch. Gillian headed for the kitchen looking under the sink for cleaning aides. She grabbed a paper towel and tried to clean herself up a little too. She was soppy wet from everything she had been through and wishing for a shower.

Back in the living room she cleaned diligently. It felt strange to be cleaning in the nude. Her ass was turned towards him and she was on her knees or bent over a lot of the time scrubbing away. A major problem was how she kept dripping and adding to the mess a little.

"May I take a shower?" She asked. "Is that okay?"

 

[Straddler]

I looked straight at her and coldly waited for her gaze to fall to the floor. “Go into the kitchen. In the second drawer to the left of the sink, you will find a long handled wooden spoon. Bring it to me.” Gillian left and returned appropriately cowed. Looking down she handed me the spoon. “If you have to ask me a question, come and kneel by my leg and I will acknowledge you when I am ready. You should have known that instinctively. Furthermore,if you had needed a shower, I would have known. Leave ALL your NEEDS, ALL your WANTS, to me. I have relieved you of those burdens. THANK ME.”

She dropped to her knees beside my right leg. She kept her eyes downcast and digested my words. “Thank you,” she breathed and kissed my leg.

“Now get over my lap, hurry.” She positioned herself over my thighs breathing deeply in anticipation. With the bowl of the wooden spoon I began to tap, tap, tap her taught ass. Not harsh wailing strokes just smart quick raindrops of blows, all over her delicious buttocks. The pain was not intense at first, but the incessant nature of the smacks soon reddened and stung her ass and the backs of her legs. “Pain, too is a sensation, swim in it. Stay with it. Do not be afraid of it. No questions. No thoughts.” The spoon with a rat-a-tat-tat played on her now agonized ass. More blows were dealt between her legs on her outer pussy lips. Her hips and thighs wriggled for relief only serving to stimulate and rub my iron-hard cock. The taps had become needles. Her cunt , however, dripped with aroused passion. Her flesh began to tremble and I felt sure she was experiencing a long, fluttering, butterfly orgasm in her blossoming pussy. I stopped.... I waited a full two minutes for her quivering to end. I then moved her down onto her knees between my legs. I took her chin between my thumb and finger and lifted her stunning tear stained face to mine.

“Yes, my heart, you should shower. We are going out to dinner.” I kissed her on the forehead. I feasted on the sight of her scarlet bottom as she tripped away to the shower. “No closed doors”. I called after her. “Never any closed doors.”

When Gillian was ready and dressed as she had been the previous evening. I crossed to her, crooked my arm and she folded a hand inside my elbow. We strolled down the flight of stairs to the outside of my “Brownstone” and slipped quickly into a familiar, Italian restaurant..... just two doors away. Mandolin music softly set the mood and the checkered table clothes along with the bottled candles produced the most stereotypical setting imaginable. I love that Pepi’s is such a cliché. I motioned for Gillian to slide into a back booth and I slipped in beside her rather than across from her. As soon as I was in place my hand worked under her skirt to her naked pussy. She had no panties since hers were destroyed this morning. I read the menu and languidly stroked her secret inner folds.

When a tall and lithe waiter approached she pushed my hand and tried to close her legs together. She coughed me a warning. Blatantly, I crammed my hand back up her skirt and pinched her savagely on her inner thigh. She caught the quick yelp which tried to escape her throat.

“My girlfriend was just saying how sexy she thinks you look. She loves tall lean men and was just describing to me what she imagined your cock might look like, and what would be your favorite position.” I was obvious in my rooting at her crotch as I spoke. Gillian expelled a gust of shocked air. Her humiliation was instant; her immediate arousal was also evident. For Gillian humiliation acted like a breaker switch on her responsive cunt.The waiter was as shocked as she and sheepishly mumbled some incomprehensible phrases, trying to make light of the situation. His bulging pants however indicated his true reaction. I ordered for us both and he scurried away. As we ate I took Gillian’s hand and stuck it down my trousers. She managed her rigatoni with a fork. The waiter and the kitchen staff stared, whispered and pointed at us the entire time we were there.

I leaned my forehead against Gillian and whispered to her. "I told you I would take care of you needs. As you showered I phoned Sam the waiter and arranged a little farce for you my heart. As we leave Sam and his cousins will enact the fantasy penned in your letter. I will be there to ensure that you are unhurt. Remember you have recourse in your magic word.

When we left the restaurant quickly after the meal finished. As we passed the alley between the restaurant and the adjacent building, an arm shot out of the darkness and hauled Gillian into the alley. She began a scream but it was muffled brusquely by another arm. The waiter and two of the staff hustled her into the dingy passage. I was pushed down and against the wall. Gillian tried to break away down the foreboding alley but rather crashed and fell over a row of garbage cans.

She was held down by the two accomplices, each grabbing an arm and a leg as they spread her out on the ground. The waiter positioned himself between her entrapped legs and whipped out his cock. “Look, the fucking slut’s got no panties on. We’re not gonna hurt ya lady. Just give ya what you were askin’ for. We’re each gonna bang the shit outa ya. Take a good look at the dick you wanted. Obsenely her wavered an unusually long, narrow cock infront of her. He was covertly proud of his weapon”

Soon he was thrusting and pumping away like a piston. His long thin cock pile driving into Gillian: taking her clit, her folds, and their nerve endings deep inside her twat with each stroke. She at first struggled but predictably her body betrayed her. The scenario she had imagined over and over since her youth was now playing itself out. The scene she had pictured to bring on so many orgasms with her husband and had conjured so frequently as she masturbated was now actually happening. She soon helplessly fell into sync with his frenetic pounding. Her head lolled from side to side. She moaned and growled and pleaded for more, faster, harder. Then she asked for all of their cocks :"NOW, HARD, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEE. She was nearly comatose. Lost in her beastial frenzy. The two at her side had their pricks out instantly and she spun her head form side to side. Sucking first one oozing cock, then the other.... slurping and hungry like a suckling bear cub.Each of them manhandled her tits as she exploded.... finally one after another the men shot off... in, over, and around the orgasming and undulating Gillian. She produced subliminal animal noises within her throat. Her relaesed legs wrapped liked clamps around the climaxing waiter; thrusting his spewing prick deeper, faster inside her devouring cunt.

I was recovering myself and came up behind the waiter. I tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped and turned to face me. "Jesus, Sam you really pushed me against that wall. That was a little too realistic.” I complained.

“God you were right when you phoned, she is a great fuck. What a body. What a cunt. She comes like a fucking house on fire. She damn near killed me...... a fucking hell cat. I gotta have more of that.” He smiled down at Gillian and offered her a hand to get up.

“It’s been a fantasy of hers for ages. Pent up forever. I knew you’d be happy to oblige.Thanks”

 

[FurryFury]

Gillian didn't know what she had done wrong at first. She had only asked for permission to take a shower but it was clear he felt she had done something very wrong. She wanted to cry because she felt so dirty and now she had made him angry or disappointed, maybe it was both?
She reluctantly went to get the wooden spoon. Bringing it back to him was a hard thing for her to do. Gillian did it though, she made herself do it even though she didn’t understand why he told her to do this, and she felt a deep dread.

“If you have to ask me a question, come and kneel by my leg and I will acknowledge you when I am ready. You should have known that instinctively. If you needed a shower, I would have known. Leave all your needs, all your wants, to me. I have relieved you of those burdens. Say thank you.” He told her.

Assuming the position he had told her, Gillian's mind whirled in confusion. How could she have known such a thing instinctively? Was that even possible?

“Thank you,” She said softly then for no reason she could think of she kissed his leg. When she did Gillian felt better, more whole.

“Now get over my lap, hurry.” He said.

She moved to get on his lap; taking little cues from him she ended up face down ass up stomach against the tops of his thighs.

He began to tap at her already sore ass. She tried to just take it but found herself squirming around. Her cleft, which had been wet and dried several times already, began to flow again.

“Pain, too is a sensation, swim in it. Stay with it. Do not be afraid of it. No questions. No thoughts.” He told her.

She worked on it. Worked on not thinking. It was such a hard thing, sometimes she managed it and sometimes she didn't. She was surprised at how much she could enjoy this. It made her feel very hot. Gillian knew it did the same for him because she could feel his cock harden and then poke into her tummy. She wanted it then. Wanted it inside her somewhere but he didn't seem to feel that this was the time.

Gillian wanted him to want inside her but he didn't. She felt tears threaten, and then one fell, which caused a torrent of more tears. Suddenly her face was as flooded as her pussy. She couldn't figure out what she was feeling or why. Her mind stilled. Her body raged. Gillian felt her body close up like a fist around her passion and flip until she became aware that she was coming. It was a surprise that she could come from this at all and she cried harder.

“Yes my heart, you should shower. We are going out to dinner.” He kissed her on the forehead. She got up, walked to the shower feeling confused to pieces. Why didn't he want her? What made him yell at her then kiss her and call her his heart? How could she be so wonton with him and not with her husband Mark? She had hardly even thought about Mark the whole day Gillian suddenly realized, at that moment she hated herself.

“No closed doors”. He called after her. “Never any closed doors.”

Gillian felt she would spend all of her time with him pink or red faced and now in the shower her bottom was burning hot too. The tingle of orgasm still made her muscles twitch. She tried hard to concentrate on her shower but Gillian kept thinking about this man, such a strange man who was taking over her life, mind and body. It might only be temporary and what Mark thought he wanted but what would come of it all, she wondered?

He surprised her after she was dressed and they were both ready to go, by acting the gentleman. She liked it though. She smiled brightly. Perhaps she would figure out what drove him one day, she thought. He chose that moment to tell her something that confused her even more.

"I told you I would take care of you needs. As you showered I phoned Sam the waiter and arranged a little farce for you my heart. As we leave Sam and his cousins will enact the fantasy penned in your letter. I will be there to ensure that you are unhurt. Remember you have recourse in your magic word.” He told her.

“Um, I don’t. I don’t know about that.” She mumbled, feeling nervous scared, and still unsure what he meant.

The Italian restaurant was lovely in a kitschy clichéd sort of way. Gillian loved Italian food and was looking forward to be out of the Brownstone. She remembered that old Disney movie, imagining they would slurp a string of spaghetti between them and roll meatballs with their noses toward one another perhaps even steal a romantic kiss.

She was surprised that he sat beside her in the booth. She and Mark always faced one another in restaurants. They would share little smiles and stare into one another’s eyes. Gillian had thought they were very happy but now that he had sent her away to be fucked by this man and possibly others, to be turned into a “slut” wife she wasn’t sure about Mark’s happiness level with her anymore.

Looking over the menu, she had a hard time deciding what to order. The smells coming from the kitchen sounded comforting and lovely. She wanted it all!

His hand found it’s way under her skirt. She immediately got wet and turned pink. Her eyes went huge, she darted them around the restaurant hoping no one was watching. This was most unseemly. One didn’t do such things in public in Gillian’s world.

Gillian was relieved that no one seemed to be looking. She thought about objecting but didn’t know how he would respond. He seemed to think he was in charge of everything. He seemed to get angry when she spoke without leave much less objected. So she closed her eyes and prayed that no one would notice. She prayed that he would stop. Otherwise this meal was doomed for her. She could never eat while this was going on.

The waiter came over. She expected the man with her would stop his wonton behavior so he wouldn’t be caught but no, he instead flaunted it. Was this the farce spoken of? She didn’t write about this. Things got worse still, he made up things that she had supposedly said about the waiter’s cock. It all made her indeed sound like the slut Mark’s “mentor” seemed determined to make her. Although she tried to stop him, he forced his hand back and painfully pinched her. Gillian was now not only mortified but angry as well.

She wanted to be swallowed up by the floor and never seen again. At the same her body sent a fresh wave of wet heat into her cunt. She gasped and wished to die. The waiter seemed surprised and uncomfortable too. Gillian had to wonder, if what this man was doing to her in public was even legal. She thought there were laws about public displays of, well not affection but obscenity, yes that was the word, and this was obscene.

As it turned out she didn’t even get to order. He ordered for her. She didn’t like that. Gillian didn’t feel she could even eat much with her shame and the physical teasing he was giving her. Why? She wondered over and over. Why would he do this?

He then made things worse still. Just when she didn’t think he could make it worse, he made her put her hand down his pants in public. Fresh shame cascaded down her nervous system. She just wanted this meal over. Sure she was wet, but this was all wrong, so wrong to her.

Gillian was so glad to be out of the restaurant and heading back home. She wanted to grab this man and shake him for doing such things to her in public. She was mortified and furious. An arm grabbed her. She screamed but another hand grabbed her mouth cutting off most of her scream.

She looked for the man who she was supposed to trust her life to but he seemed hurt. Her heart contracted. She fought like a wild cat, like her life depended on it. Gillian broke away for a while but didn’t see where she was going in the dark and fell over some trashcans. She was no match for the three men. Soon they had her stretched out on the ground and were saying horrible things to her.

She wanted to kill them. Her mind was screaming no, even though she couldn’t scream loud enough to make a difference. They taunted her, saying she had been asking for it. She had not! She had never asked for it. The only reason why she didn’t have panties on was because He had torn them and she had no others. The only reason why they thought she was asking for it was because of him. She wanted to kill them all, at first.

Eventually, her body was too tired to keep fighting. She used what she had learned from Him so far and tried to distance her mind. The result was that her body started to respond as it was always meant to. The lizard brain was in control making her body twitch, wet, and buzz with the men in spite of the circumstances. If she’d been truly thinking, she would have hated herself right then.

She didn’t even know what she was doing anymore. What was happening was insane and dirty but she wasn’t thinking about it, Gillian was only an animal now. She was coming now. A glorious primal come that took her soul and her body into a full and continuous hell of ecstasy.

At some point she heard His voice. I need a name for him she thought. Maybe in my own mind I will call him Fred. Yeah that’s good. Good old Fred, I’m glad your alive now take me out of here please, she thought.

"Jesus, Sam you really pushed me against that wall. That was a little too realistic.” He said.

Her body convulsed again at his words. He had arranged this. This was the farce he had meant. She had told him about having fantasized about rape and he had arranged this. Why? She lay panting and dripping on the ground of the alley. She felt so dirty, so wrong. Gillian couldn’t even get up now. Not by herself anyway.

God you were right when you phoned, she is a great fuck. What a body. What a cunt. God she comes like a house on fire. She damn near killed me. She’s a fucking hell cat.” The waiter smiled then and offered her a hand to get up. She just stared at him and growled a little.

“It’s been a fantasy of hers for ages. I knew you’d be happy to oblige.” Fred said. Gillian frowned trying to pull her clothes around her, so she could cover her pale skin from these bastards. How dare they? How dare He? Fred the pimp, is that what he truly was? How could she trust him now if he would actually think this sort of thing was okay? If he didn’t know that some fantasies are meant to remain, as just that forever and never should be made so horribly real?

 

[Straddler]

Gillian raced up the steps into the Brownstone. She stood to the side of the door as I produced the key and opened the apartment. After the door was opened she burst through it into her room. She had maintained her silence since the episode in the alley. She went to slam the door to her room but then stood arguing with herself. She finally left it open and sat fuming on the edge of her bed. I made coffee, slowly finished it at the dinning room table. Placed the papers I was working on in folder and returned the folder to the cupboard under the book shelves.

I walked into Gillian’s room and she had her head down and was in tears, but tears of rage. She smoothed her stained skirt over her thighs again and again. I waited for a full ten minutes, then for the second time today, she flew at me. This time I didn’t flip her over and paddle her ass but allowed her to pummel my chest and shout, “You bastard. You bastard.” Only then did she start to cry. Long wracking sobs and I held her to my chest and let her finish. She eventually went limp. There is a phenomenon called “the fase release” and I knew she had not finished. This was the first onslaught and I waited for the next.

Again she twisted, cursed and flailed at me. This lasted half the duration of the first one. When she petered out and went limp this time, I knew she was done. I carried her into the living room , over to the stereo and flipped on Delibes, “Duet of the Flowers.” The plaintive harmonies rang through the flat. I placed her on the floor between my knees and played with her hair. She was spent. We sat like that a pair of statues for a complete hour of Delibes arias and chorus work. When the taped selections ran out. I picked her up and carried her to her bed, laying her on top of the covers. “ Tomorrow, I will take your virgin passage.” I spoke calmly and deliberately as if telling her tomorrows breakfast menu. “ If you are still here tomorrow. I will take you.”

I went into the living room. Took the story of “O” from the shelves. Placed it on her desk. Then, I retired for the night.

 

[FurryFury]

Gillian's rage finally got the better of her. She flew at him and he let her. That surprised her. She expected to be punished but she wasn't. She felt cared for when he picked her up, took her to the living room and soothed her.

She felt grubby again but the strokes of her hair and the music combined to ease her spirit.
Gillian even began to feel sleepy. She was so exhausted but her mind was full of questions.

He picked her up. He carried her to bed. She felt happy then. Like a child being tucked in, she felt safe somehow and cared for.

“Tomorrow, I will take your virgin passage.” He said. “ If you are still here tomorrow. I will take you.”

She shivered. Gillian wanted to get up and leave but she couldn't. She simply was too tired and too confused. He brought her a book and left. She read the title and the blurbs on the front and back of it. She opened the book and began to read.

Too tired to continue for long, soon the book fell open onto her chest. Gillian's eyes were closed. She had fallen into sweet sleep at long last.

 

[Straddler]

In the morning I arose and entered Gillian’s room. She was still asleep, exhausted from the rigors of yesterday. I went into the on-suite bathroom and ran the shower. A hot soothing rainfall prepared, I turned to awaken her, but she stood in the doorjamb behind me with eyes downcast. “The door will remain open,” I instructed. I went into the dinning room as she showered and returned with a black leather bag the size of a man’s traveling kit. I placed it on the bed and waited for Gillian to finish. She was at least fifteen minutes in the shower. I removed last nights clothing from the room. Today she would have no need of these.

She finally did emerge holding a towel before her. I took her by the shoulders and backed her into the space between the bed and the bureau. I took the towel from her hands and folded it long ways placing it, like an altar cloth, over the bureau. I then reached for the leather bag and extracted its contents; slowly, one by one I placed them just so on the towel: first, a jar a petroleum lubricant, next, a tube of cream with mild anaesthetic properties, then, a penis shaped vibrator of regular size, followed by a much smaller vibrator. As I brought out each item, I passed them in front of Gillian’s down turned eyes. I next produced three butt plugs of increasing size and lay them out carefully with the other paraphernalia. The final item I pulled out of the bag was a black satin ribbon, one inch in thickness. This I tied around Gillian’s neck and stood back to admire her delicate beauty.

I continued the ritual by lifting her then placing her on the bed. I lay her on her side and pulled her knees up to her chest. I wanted her to assume the position of a medical rectal examination. I left her and went to the bureau taking a dollop of jelly on my pinky. I returned to Gillian and when I touched my finger to her puckered bud she twitched and clenched her ass together. I smacked her hard on the thigh, “STOP IT………GOOD” the same game we had played the last morning. Now she understood the parameters and her body let go more quickly, floating on the sea of sensation. With my pinky I circled her delicious hole again and slowly my finger sunk into her ass. I tickled, pumped and circled my baby finger inside her virgin bottom. I fetched the vibrator and the smallest plug, from the bureau top. Dipped in jell the plug slid easily inside Gillian’s ass. A small grunt escaped from her throat. Her pussy glistened with moisture. I began to slip the plug in and out of her ass in a fucking motion. Then I turned the vibrator to a low pulsing speed and eased it inside her flowing cunt.

For the first time Gillian felt the pleasures of both passages filled. I worked the vibrator in and out of her, feeling her undulate and press for more. “What a good girl,” I cooed, stroking her bottom. Leaving both dildo and plug in place I rolled her till her chest and knees were on the bed and magnificent heart shaped ass stood up provocatively. Her back was arched inward, Her legs slightly open and she rocked back and forth driven by the humming vibrator.
After retrieving and lubricating the second plug, I positioned myself on my knees behind her. I began working the dildo in and out of her expanding and contracting cunt. I undid my fly and my cock jumped out eager to fuck. I was hard as an iron rod. I removed the vibrator and my cock sunk deep into her cunt thrusting high and deep the way that only this position allows. I began to fuck in earnest carried by my arousal. She was fucking back and my belly slapped against her writhing ass. I was in up to the hilt. On each stroke I withdrew till the tip threatened to slip out but would ram it deeply home in the next instant. I heard her sighing and mumbling and when I knew she was riding me at full speed, I plopped out the first plug and drove the second, thicker plug and my cock both inside her at once. She stiffened, arched then we both produced crashing orgasms: shuddering and pulling a prolonged climax from each other.

We ended up lying beside each other on the bed. As we recovered, I whispered, “we will leave that plug inside you all day and it will work its magic. We will get you ready, my heart, for my cock to fill your sweet ass.” I lay behind her a chair to her shape for half an hour. Then lifted her and positioned her on the couch as I had the day before.

 

[FurryFury]

Gillian was so tired she slept harder than she usually did. Nothing woke her in the night, not the sound of the ice maker in the kitchen or the garbage trucks outside at an ungodly hour, nothing.

Her sleep if it contained dreams, hid them from her. When she woke it was because she felt he was in her room. She saw his form retreating. How long had he been there? What was he going to do? She felt her face get hot as she realized the sheets and blanket had been twisted during the night and her body was partially exposed. She was still so dirty from the faux rape and her angry outbursts she was sure she must look obscene. Gillian was shocked she had slept at all. I must have been really tired she thought.

Hearing the shower turn on she eagerly got out of bed. What does it matter what I look like or that I'm naked. He made all this happen. He wants me nude. She felt her eyes drift down to the floor so naturally, stood in the doorway to the bathroom and waited for permission to get clean.

“The door will remain open." He said. She took that as permission from her Fred.

Getting in the shower quickly she washed away the filth of what had been done to her in that alley. The crusted juices became soft and she was able to get them off of her. She cleaned herself, feeling her body glory in the hot stream that hit her skin. Gillian would have liked to remain in the shower forever but she knew he was waiting for her. A tremor of fear about what Fred had told her he would do today went through her.

It seemed like a bad thing if she understood his meaning. Would he reconsider? Had she misunderstood? Should she have stayed the night or fled? She shook her head as she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair. It was too late to flee. She would never be the same as when Mark had sent her here.

She regretfully turned off the shower. Taking a towel for her body she wrapped it around her then took another for her hair. She rubbed the towel on her head and shook her hair out. Then Gillian dried her body watching the drops of water for a few seconds before attempting to take the shinny dew off her skin.

She wrapped the towel around her. Walking out to her room she saw him, with a black leather bag. He took her towel, backed her trembling into a space that he had decided on. He folded the towel. Fred, she reflected, was always so precise. He made her look at each item with increasing dread and perhaps a little excitement. Yes, there was some excitement that her body made clear to her. Her body always surprised her this way, she wondered why.

Strangely Fred put a black ribbon around her neck. That felt soft and lovely yet also scared her in some deep way, she couldn't figure out. Gillian didn't have much time to work it out though because he lifted her then and place her on the bed. He positioned her so that she felt quite vulnerable. Soon she felt his finger rubbing at her most private opening, she moved without thinking it was a shocking feeling.

Fred smacked her hard on the thigh, “STOP IT………GOOD.” He said.

Gillian tried then to let go as he had taught her. She tried to allow her body to be open to this intrusion. His finger entering circling and teasing felt deliciously wrong to her and she was quickly lost in the sensation of it. When his finger entered her, she gasped and tried to relax. She felt so full, so hot and so dirty doing this but it was good somehow. Never had she expected it to be good.

Her moans and gasps became more regular. Gillian began to move back a little as if wanting more but she wasn't thinking about what she was doing. Her body was in charge now of the streaming pleasure invading it and her body wanted more, so much more.

She felt his finger leave her tiny hole. A little whine came unbidden from her throat. She felt so empty. She felt him get up. She watched fearfully. Gillian didn't want him to get the HUGE looking plug. Thankfully he got the smallest one but even that looked too wide and long for her to imagine. He also got a vibrator. She waited as impassively as she could manage but she wanted him back with her right then filling her up.

When she felt the plug break through her first splinter she grunted, a little. There was some discomfort but soon it was over. She felt so full again only more so. He began to fuck her ass then with this plug she couldn't believe how it felt to her. Gillian felt her body pushing back, heard her grunts and moans, only distantly, she was consumed with pleasurable sensations.

He put the vibrator into her other hole, making her work her body forward for more of that and then back wanting more of everything at once. Her mind was sparking pure chaotic colors of electric lust now, everything was so good, there was no room for any thoughts but yes, and more please.

“What a good girl,” He cooed, stroking her bottom. Her heart nearly burst right then from happiness.

He put her on her knees then. She didn't think about what she must look like her ass up in the air, legs spread. Gillian didn't think about the picture of a dirty girl she painted with her body dripping, rocking and the soft needy sounds she was making. She put her head down, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets against her face. It soothed her a little even as her heat and need continued to make her frantic.

She felt him move away again. A little cry sounded from her. She wanted him. Gillian needed him there behind her. Soon he was back though and she smiled into the bed sheets, rocking still, needing more, wanting, actually craving him.

As he fucked her with the vibrator she began moving her head as if she were trying to find a place of peace but she only felt an incredible build up of pleasure buzzing through her. She was close, so damn close she needed him.

He teased her with his cock. Slamming in fully then nearly pulling out of her. Gillian thought she'd explode any second she grunted and whined for more, pushing back at him, feeling his pelvis against her ass. He was making her crazy for him.

He removed the thing from her ass. She hated that is was gone but she wanted his real hard warm shaft inside her now. He put something else inside. Something bigger than before.

She was panting now. Gillian felt her own body be overwhelmed and crashed as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. She could feel him coming too and that only made it a hundred times more exciting for her, expanding her climax and deepening it.

He whispered, “we will leave that plug inside you all day and it will work its magic. We will get you ready, my heart, for my cock to fill your sweet ass.”

He lay behind her spooning her until she was calmer. She cherished the feeling of him that way.

Finally he lifted her and positioned her on the couch as he had the day before. She sat there for a while, her mouth slightly open. Gillian was not thinking, just feeling. It was some time before she even thought about the book she was reading or about needing yet another shower.

 

[Straddler]

Again we ate a light breakfast and coffee. But , instead of resuming my paper work, I went and sat on the sofa with Gillian. I placed a large ovestuffed pillow on the floor between my legs, took her by the hand and moved her onto the cushion. I had her lean back against one of my legs and I ran my fingers through her luxurious hair. She rested her head on my thigh. I combed my fingers deeply into her hair feeling her scalp, massaging her as my fingers passed through her thick mane. At times I would gently close my fist, pulling her hair, not to the point of pain but sensuously. “You were such a good girl today, my heart.” My hand went under her hair at the nape of her neck and I massaged the back of her scalp. Guttural mmm’s rumbled in Gillian’s throat. “ I am delighted with you.” When you surrender your babbling, questioning mind. When you shut down and feel. You please me so.”

With the remote, I clicked on Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. “Let it pass through you. Let it fill you. Let it take you where it will. Surrender to it, my heart. I placed my hand on her solar plexis droned “ Let the music enter you here, not through your ears, then let it fill you. Don’t question the images, the colours that come. Let them pass through you. Let them stay as long as they will. Just don’t question them.”

I continued to comb through her hair and massage her scalp. I felt the music taking her. Slowly my hand began to trace her facial features, her brow, her eyes, cheeks, her mouth. I softly, lovingly caressed her face. Focusing on my need for her, letting it convey itself through my finger tips. I traced down her neck, my other hand closed gently but firmly taking a hand full of her hair at the base of her skull. I leaned her head back. My fingers caressed and stoked her throat. As my left hand held her head my right traced down to Gillian’s nipple. I drew cirlcles and gave soft pinches to the sensitive flesh.

“ Soon my heart. I will begin to bind you and sometimes to blindfold you. When all decisions are taken from you. When you are completely open to me. When you are vulnerable to my every whim. You will discover that ‘Bliss is not found by the addition of anything but by the subtraction of everything.’

“I kissed her on the forehead. You may shower, my heart. Leave the doors open. When you return, I have a gift for you and I have something to show you. “ My cock raged from my stroking and fondling of her. But I wanted my sexual tension to grow before I continued to work on stretching her lovely rectum.

When Gillian returned. I Had her kneel before me. I removed the black ribbon chocker from her neck. “This is because you have made me happy today, my heart.” I produced a leather replacement with a ring attatched to the front and delicate tracery in silver surrounding the entire collar.

“Follow me,” I went upstairs, onto the second floor of the apartmen. Gillian had never been up here. I opened the first door at the top of the stairs and Gillian sucked in a quick gasp of air when she saw the room. The room was decorated with thick oak beams against beige stucco walls. A soft red carpet covered the floor, thickly padded and sensual to walk upon. What Gillian stared at however was an adjustable oaken frame with clips, leather cuffs and ties at the corners..... obviously a restraining device. A long table of tools and implements ran the entire length of the opposite wall. There were rings on the walls, lengths of rope, straps.

“Most of our meetings take place in this room.” I told her matter of factly.

 

[FurryFury]

Gillian felt the butt plug inside her body keeping her full. She loved it. She hated it. To her it felt good some of the time but uncomfortable too. The longer it was in the more she squirmed and while she squirmed she thought of Fred fucking her earlier. She thought of how she had felt and how much she had wanted actually wanted his cock inside her tiny hole.

She wondered what she looked like with this thing inside her. She was afraid to know. Her face felt hot and cool as thoughts took her here and there, back and forth.

One thing she really loved best were the moments when he was sweet to her. When he took care of her as if she mattered to him. She still couldn't figure Fred out.

She ate breakfast with him again as he wanted. She ate well because dinner had not gone well for her the night before, she hadn't been able to eat much. Now she found she was ravenous even as she squirmed.

Thinking about last night upset her. She didn't want to think about any of that. Once her uncle had hurt her in such a way she usually tried to block it from her mind. Something about the faux rape did that to her too but she couldn't remember what it was. She was pretty sure she didn't want to.

No, she'd rather enjoy the moments and not think so much about any of it. All her life she had been the reliable one. The one other family members called not to spend time with but to use when they needed someone who would always step up to the plate and handle things they were too weak or cowardly to handle. It had started when she was so small. In some ways she raised her parents and siblings even though she wasn't the oldest by far.

Continuing to squirm she began to get that sticky and drying feeling between her legs. Yes, she needed another shower. She didn't want to ask him though. Soon he would go back to work she figured. Maybe she would get her book and read.

Instead of going back to work though he arranged her on the floor with pillows and again made her feel priceless and cherished. The music filled her up and thumped through her gloriously. She felt she were floating peacefully safe with him then.

He began to play with her nipples. Her body responded instantly. She wanted to have him again so much. She felt abuzz. Her body was light, warm and throbbing with need.

“Soon my heart. I will begin to bind you and sometimes to blindfold you. When all decisions are taken from you. When you are completely open to me. When you are vulnerable to my every whim. You will discover that ‘Bliss is not found by the addition of anything but by the subtraction of everything." He said.

She smiled and stretched like a cat in his arms. A day or so ago she might have been frightened by his words but he had already showed her the basic truth of them. She wanted nothing more than to have him take away everything from her and give her that bliss over and over again.

Of course being tied up wasn't real yet, just an abstract idea. She couldn't really conceive of what it would be like or what being blindfolded would be like but between her body's needs, the music and pleasure she had already felt with him, she wanted nothing more and more, constantly, his brand of nothing which was everything to her now.

"You may shower, my heart. Leave the doors open. When you return, I have a gift for you and I have something to show you." He said.

She found her body didn't want to get up. She felt strangely boneless but she did need that shower. She got up and took another hot blissful shower marred only by the increasingly sharp intrusion of the butt plug. She kept her eyes down not wanting to look in the bathroom mirrors at herself.

When she returned Fred made her kneel. Every movement she made reminded her of the thing inside her which she felt must look obscene.

He took the satin ribbon from her throat and she was glad. It had gotten wet in the shower.

“This is because you have made me happy today, my heart.” Gillian smiled not really understanding what he meant but she was happy that he was happy. She was thrilled at the words he used. She wanted to kiss him but stilled her body and let him place the beautiful leather and silver necklace on her long slender neck.

“Follow me." He said and for the first time she went upstairs in the brownstone feeling the butt plug move as she climbed the stairs. The room was beautiful and terrible. She was immediately frightened by what it represented. It resembled a room for torture from the looks of the frame and the implements. She gasped and recoiled.

“Most of our meetings take place in this room.” Fred said in a matter of fact tone.

She shivered, squirming from foot to foot. Her eyes got shinny. In her mind she repeated his motto over and over again. "Bliss is not found by the addition of anything but by the subtraction of everything." This she told herself silently over and over like a mantra to calm herself down.

 

[Straddler]

After lunch, I wanted another session with Gillian. Once again I sat on the sofa with her at my feet. We both read like that for half an hour, then I gave a definite command. “Gillian, undo my pants and take my cock out.” She did as she was told, unzipping my fly and fishing into my underwear to pull out my cock. “ Flip the elastic from my briefs under my balls Gillian. The tension will engorge my cock and balls.” She did as she was told. “Examine it. Learn every vein; look at the swollen head, the folds. Feel the weight, length, learn it my heart. You have never studied a cock Gillian, really studied one. Where does it feel the most pleasure? Where are the ridges? There, along the top. Feel the heft of my balls. Roll them in your fingers. Squeeze the spongy head. Watch the eye open up. Take your time Gillian. Learn it.” I lay back and closed my eyes. She was tentative at first then when she realized I meant to leave her to her devices she began really examining, turning poking, experimenting with my cock.

I let her know when she was stoking or tickling a sensitive part by a moan of delight. When I liked what she was doing I would pump or sigh or say, “yes my heart, yes.” She spent the better part of fifteen minutes, analyzing and scrutinizing my cock. She had me stiff as a poker. When I looked at her she was smiling like a contented child. Staring, and manipulating.

I reached into my pocket and produced a little rubber ring with rounded crown like protrusions. “I’m going to fuck you Gillian with this slipped over my cock. I will slide it down to near the base of my cock. It will squeeze my cock and make it red and swollen. I will last longer as I fuck you. But most importantly. It will stimulate that little spot of yours high up and close the opening of your cunt. “ Take it look at it, feel it.

I let her turn it over in her hands and contemplate. I then took Gillian’s had and lead her into her room. I lay her on her bed. There were some chords and carefully I bound her wrists and ankles. “There, my heart, what a good girl you are.” I tied her limbs to the head and footboards of the bed. I then took the towel off her bureau and lay it folded over her eyes. She was spread-eagled on the bed.

“You have no decisions to make, my heart. You can do nothing, you can see nothing. You can control nothing. You have only sensation. Swim, float, drown in those sensations…. When I felt her sinking into herself. I ran the back of my hands, just the nails up and down her torso. Along her ribs. Between her breasts. Round her navel. Tracing drawing. Slowly I straddled her with my knees. I then began to lightly touch her with just the tips of my fingers, then with the pads, finally with my palms and I began to knead her splendid breasts. Pinching her nipples with my thumbs and fingers.

I lowered my head and began to kiss then suck on her tender nipples. My cock rubbed on her belly as I did this and me screamed to fuck her but I made him wait. I trailed my tongue down to her navel and gently passionately kissed her belly button. Breathing, kissing, nipping, sucking, and giving love bites I inched my way down her body. I stopped to dwell on her protruding mound, then worked my way down her thighs down the top and outside of her legs. Agonizingly slowly I worked my way up the inside of her legs…to the beautiful soft flesh of her inner thighs. I licked and kissed between her thighs and her cunt lips. Inside the heady crevice of her outer cunt and leg.

Then I parted the delicate lips of her pussy and flicked at her clit with gentle rapid flutterings. I took the entire inner lips into my mouth and sucked gently but quickly in and out. My tongue probed her vagina reaching in and up licking deeply within her sensitive spot. I alternated between these actions on her clit, her lips, her inner opening. Till I could stand it no longer. My cock demanded that I fuck her.

I slid the ring over my cock. I took the tip of my prick and pressed it against her clit. I slid my cock down and into her cunt, pulling her clit and her lips deep inside with me. The ring slipped through her sensitive opening and I began to fuck, wantonly, ravenously. I pounded and thrust inside her and she returned stroke for stroke. We were both in a frenzied animal fuck. I remember thrashing about, yelling, cumming like Vesuvius but not much else.

I lay on her cock still buried. “Who is my true heart?” I asked. “Who is my best girl?” I undid her ankles and wrists, left the towel in place and positioned our arms about each other. I placed my right thigh between her legs. We fell asleep

 

[FurryFury]

Gillian found it strange that Fred only showed her the scary room and that was all for now. She followed him back down stairs feeling like she might fall at any minute. Stairs are tricky things both going up and down them, doubly so, when you could feel a butt plug still in your ass. It was good to keep her eyes down, that way she could watch her feet and try not to miss any steps.

Fred simply had her go back down stairs. They had lunch. Then read for a while. She was squirming some from having that big thing inside her still. She was so engrossed in what she was reading that she jumped when he suddenly spoke.

“Gillian, undo my pants and take my cock out.” He said. She had never spent any time studying one before. She tended to think of them as something used as a weapon or when someone said they loved you but she'd always been too shy to do what he wanted her too do now.

She didn't really want to. Of course what she wanted wasn't really the point here with Fred. At least it didn't seem to be, she slowly began to enjoy her exploration. When Gillian made his cock jump and dance in her hands it made her smile and feel in charge. She wanted to laugh. Here I am nude, something stuck up my ass doing whatever this stranger asks of me and this makes me feel powerful. How funny! She thought to herself.

Gillian expected him to fuck her ass now or tell her to suck him off. She wanted one and was unreasonably frightened of the other. Yet, she found herself easing, her brain idling in her explorations of his penis. She grew calmer, letting her mind stop worrying, and fighting. This was coming more easily to her now and she was grateful for it. The drifting that she could now sometimes do was a welcome change from her too busy brain. She followed each of his instructions, smiling and wanting him to take her, without thinking about it she knew she wanted to be filled by him.

Now and then he would move a little and say, “yes my heart, yes.” She would smile and feel happy but keyed up, oh so keyed up. She couldn't stop squirming and feeling the need she had. She didn't let her brain start it's questioning she just took what he said and did as it came.

He spoke again and handed her this funny little pliable ring. Gillian played with it enjoying the ideas he'd planted about what he would with it. It was so small looking. It was strangely shaped but she refused to try to figure things out. Reigning in her brain before it started to get away from her with it's questions again.

Fred took her hand then, leading her into what he had designated as her room. She was relieved not to go back upstairs. Now, she thought, now he will take this thing out and replace it with his cock. She was excited. Her brain took control. Gillian started to turn over on the bed but he stopped her.

He tied her to the bed. She let him, first one arm, then the other, one leg and her last limb until she was spread out on the bed open and shivering from the not knowing. The unexpected from him had knocked her off balance. Her eyes were huge watching him, imagining what she must look like this way. The final straw was when he put the towel over her eyes. She moved pulling at the binds but he soothed her.

“You have no decisions to make, my heart. You can do nothing, you can see nothing. You can control nothing. You have only sensation. Swim, float, drown in those sensations…. "

Gillian let herself calm. She let go for him again. This was her dearest wish in a way, to let go and simply enjoy sensations her body and the man she trusted brought her. Right now it didn't matter that she didn't know his real name all that mattered was this sense of freedom.
She felt a rush of exultation in this moment.

She felt herself being pealed open and released. His nails, hand and mouth worked magic. She could feel things, taste them, and smell them as more intense. In the subtraction of most of her movement, in the taking away of her sight, in the free floating of her brain she was able to fly riding the sensations as never before.

Soon she was panting. Her legs as wide as they would go. Her body rocking up far as she could get, pushing at him begging clearly for him to take her. The pleasure all built on each other flowing over and around one another until she was aching for him inside her. Her ass was full but her vagina flowed and ached for him. Gillian wasn't thinking, just moving in a dance of flesh and sensation that she was compelled to move to.

"Please!" She whispered though she didn't know it. "Oh please!" She panted. Her body crawling with need, ravaged by the vibrations that her nerve centers spread throughout her.

Still he teased her making her groan and pant even more. Suddenly she felt him hard against her clit. Gillian hissed bucking up toward him. Her body wanted to swallow his cock inside NOW! She rocked to move him to her entrance feeling nearly ready to come already.

Fortunately he was heading to her opening too. She pushed as far as she could against him. Yessss, her body screamed driving her to keep at him like an animal fucking and bucking at him. Her moist slit sucked at his cock like something starved. It twiched around him. Her juices squished all around him and out to make his balls wet too. She gasped and moaned panting like the animal he had made her feel she was. The ache stopped filled with his hard meat, easing into a relief. She felt him and she felt the thing in her ass at the same time. There wasn't much between the two things. Her body almost immediately felt close to coming.

So primed was she, that it didn't take long for his hard pelvis sliding on her clit, his balls slapping at her ass wetly and his cock pistoning inside her with that strange rubber thing hitting her G spot for her to explode contracting violently around him as she screamed and panted.

He came too. Screaming his flood into her, making her pleasure become deliciously prolonged. Feeling him get excited and come inside her was one of the best feelings in the world to Gillian.

“Who is my true heart?” He asked. “Who is my best girl?”

She couldn't answer her mind was a riot of pleasure and endorphins she could only try to hold onto her skin and ride the end of this wondrous thing he had done to her.

He undid her ankles and wrists, but left the towel in place and positioned them so that thier arms were around each other. His placed right thigh went between her legs. Gillian wasn't the type normally to fall asleep after sex. She was more likely to get up, shower and work afterwards. There was always so much to do and it seemed to her no one to do those things, except her. So when she felt herself being pulled into slumber it was a sweet surprise. She fell asleep feeling more complete and full than she ever had. Her breathing went from ragged and rough to soft and peaceful.

 

[Straddler]

When we awoke I told Gillian we would both shower. I went upstairs and left her to tend herself. I collected the black leather bag from the mornings session left it on the end table beside the couch and went upstairs to shower.
When I came down stairs she was entering the livingroom at the same time. I sat on the couch and she knew to place the cushion on the floor between my legs and settle into place. I leaned her head against my thigh and began to play with her hair once more.

“Gillian, chose a book from the book case and read to me.” She tiptoed over to the row of books. Her ass with the butt plug firmly in place was hypnotic. She had a lithe striking figure and I felt my cock stirring as she perused the shelves. She came back and snuggled into her spot. Gillian had a delightful reading voice, dramatic, lilting, really very enticing. I let her read to me for an hour. I closed my eyes and allowed her voice and the words to carry me away. I curled her hair round my index finger and luxuriated in the sound and feel of her.

I told her to put the book away and get into her learning position. She reshelved the book and knelt in front of me, trying to remember the pose. “Don’t think, Gillian, just move into it, place your hands and the rest will follow.” She slipped into it perfectly. “When you surrender your mobility and your sight as you did today, you subtract all. You surrender all control. The little director inside you stops and you fall into sensation alone. You live in the now. I will think for you. I have taken that burden away from you. Float, in the warm bath of your senses. Bliss is found not by the addition of anything but by the subtraction of everything.”

I reached for the smaller of the two vibrators and showed it to her. After supper, I am going to remove the plug from your backside and I am going to use this in its stead. It will vibrate and excite all those sensitive nerves back there. I will insert the larger vibrator in your cunt. You will feel the pleasure of both of them pushing you leading you into ecstacy as they work together. I will be behind you, when they bring you to your orgasm, I will remove the vibrator from your pack passage and insert the larger butt plug. I will fuck you with the plug then leave it in you. you will then spend the evening with it stretching you wider.

Finally when it is time to retire my heart. I will remove the plug and I will give you your first real anal fucking. My cock longs to probe you my heart. I will take you tonight. You may read now and I will cook, a hobby of mine. No thinking, no questioning. Repeat your mantra if the director appears. Allow thoughts to pass through you like the breeze. Leave them alone. You are close, oh so close to bliss my heart.”

I kissed her on the forehead and went into the kitchen.

 

[FurryFury]

She could barely comprehend all the sex they had done so far this one day! She leaned into the spray of the shower letting it help soothe her spirit and refresh her. She felt like she had slipped into a dream, a long dirty sex dream that never ended and she loved it.

If I keep needing showers like this, I'm going to get all wrinkled and pruney she thought, ah, but it will be worth it. She smiled to herself carefully cleaning her body once more. The slide of soap suds on her body and the spray of water make her feel lost for a little while, lost, in a good way. When she got out her skin was warm and pink, little water droplets like morning dew had formed on her skin.

She took a towel. Drying off as well and quickly as she could Gillian was sad to see the jeweled drops go though she knew she'd become chilled if too many were allowed to remain. There were always some she missed anyway, most those on her back where she couldn't enjoy seeing them shine but could feel them slip wetly down her back when gravity broke them and dragged them down her skin.

He walked into the living at about the same time as she did. Soon she was sitting at his feet. Something that a few days ago she would never have done but now it seemed natural to her.

She pulled down a book for him when he asked her too and resettled at his feet beginning to read.

The title of the book she picked up was "Virginity Sold."

She began to read as he asked. The feeling of his fingers in her hair soothed her as did doing this for him because she felt she was pleasing him and giving back to him. Gillian read as well as she could for him. She had a dramatic flair and a nice voice that though feminine was low and not high pitched except perhaps when she got too excited or silly or scared, she was none of those right now. Now she was peaceful though the book and his serenity began to make her body flow.

She read and read to him become more and more engrossed in the story of the girl sold for a month whose virginity was auctioned off like a tractor perhaps or looking at it in a nicer way, a piece of art.

"He watched me cry for a while as if enraptured. Those looks on his face of near reverence made me smile then eventually stop. He undid the cuffs. Picking me up as if I weighed nothing of consequence, he carried me over the couch and set me down, holding me in his arms he cuddled me and somehow made me feel safe, even cherished.

"You will be safe here, for as long as you are here. You will be safe." He comforted me with his body and his voice. His stokes were on my hair and against my back. There was nothing inappropriate about them. He was soothing me only.

I soon began to look forward to his visits. He came to see me often but not nearly as frequently as I wished. The time alone drove me crazy. There was so little to do. The time with him was a wonder, I had never before experienced.

He listened to me. I don't know how many have ever had another human being really listen to them as he did to me, but for me, this was a new and magical thing. He asked me questions seeming to find everything I said fascinating. He listened intently. He didn't offer to fix things for me that I felt were wrong with me or the bad things in my life like so many men tend to do, he simply seemed to empathize with my feelings about my life so far. I really felt heard when I was with him. I didn’t feel judged either. It was such an intoxicating thing to feel that way.

When he first started to come and ask me questions I was shy. I promised myself I would keep certain things secret but little by little I wanted to give him more of me. I wanted to be understood and cared about. Here he was asking about me as no one else ever had. This was my chance to become human to him. He had given it to me on a silver platter as they say.

He told me little stories about himself too. What different lives we had lived so far. His was one of privilege and affluence but he wasn't the sort of snobby person that I would have imagined. There was something of the little hurt boy in him that I sometimes glimpsed, it made me want to reach out to him, hold him, and kiss “it”, whatever it was, until he was all better.

It was odd to me this duality of personality that he had. At the same time he was fully in charge and confidant but sometimes peaking out I saw that bit of hurt child in him, in those eyes of his. I felt as I thought about it, that we all had that, a hurt child pushed down inside. The difference was the degree to which we tried to hide it.

Our physical interactions progressed along with our communication. From kissing, to petting we went. I confess I was partly the aggressor. I felt deeply driven to be loved. I felt a need to make him smile and feel warm. It may sound like I fell for him ridiculously easy but I was just 18 and had been through a difficult time, I molded to his needs adapting as if it were natural to do that, to his wishes. In a way he became my world, my hope for salvation.

When he wasn't there, I missed him terribly. Thoughts of going back to that horrible place with those animals would take me over. I would wish for the comfort of the man who had bought me for the month, for my virginity. I thought about his questions. Did I want to go back there a virgin? No, of course I didn't. Yes, I would like my first time to be lovely and good. If I ended up going back there at all, which I prayed I would not, I didn't want them to have the power to take my virginity." Gillian read more and more of the book, while feeling his fingers in her hair. Her spirit was floating on the moment and the words.

She kept on reading like that for a long time except to swallow to rehydrate her throat from time to time. Gillian didn't know how long for in the words and his nearness she lost time. Now she wanted to know what happened to the girl. In a way she felt she could understand the girl's point of view and flaws. Gillian was startled when he finally stopped her reading.

Putting the book away as he told her too, she stroked the binding gently then returned to him and got into her learning position. The plug was increasingly uncomfortable and unnatural feeling inside her. She had felt wetness between her legs when she was up too. What would he teach her now? She waited and tried not to think too much.

She listened to his words with growing excitement and also some alarm. Was it safe to wear these things which seemed so unnatural so long? Why didn't he just fuck her ass? She wanted so much to ask but she didn't instead she tried to still her mind and just accept.

Repeating over and over to herself his words, "bliss is found not by the addition of anything but by the subtraction of everything,” until she calmed enough to get the book again and find out what happened to the protagonist.

If she was able to concentrate and lose herself again in the book that was the plan but her body and mind squirmed. Both seemed restless and resistant to her but Gillian tried to do as he asked. He had given her more so far than she had ever dared to dream of. His kiss seemed to linger like magic on her brow. Everytime she thought his words in her head again, to focus, she tingled with fresh excitment and hope.

 

[Straddler]

I prepared a chicken and vegetable stir-fry and brought a steaming bowl to the table. I opened a bottle of rice wine and we ate comfortably together. I raised my glass to Gillian. “You are lovely, my heart and you entice me constantly. To you.” I drank and rested my hand on her arm. Throughout the dinner I would touch her arm or hand and tell her what a good student she was, how she was learning to silence the raging voice. How pleased I was with her. When you have to address me my heart, you may now call me Joseph. You have earned that.”

After dinner, I took Gillian’s hand and led her upstairs. In the far corner of the room was a piece of furniture shaped like a curving letter ‘N”. There were leather cuffs at the corners. I bent Gillian over the hump of the ‘N’ and fastened her wrists and ankles using the leather cuffs. Her splendid ass perched high and wide. I stood back to admire the beautiful sight. Her virgin ass a plum for the taking. I brought a black silk blind fold from the long table. I bent down and lovingly fixed it into place and kissed her on the head. “Surrender all my heart. Lose yourself inside yourself. Float, feel, there is only NOW.”

I walked around her admiring her vulnerable pose. Both her cunt and ass freely offered, blatantly exposed.
First I caressed and kissed her buttocks and inner thighs. I then kissed and licked her deliciously moist cunt. Spreading and enjoying her beautiful butterfly. Expressing my wonder at the folds, the mystery with my mouth, wanting her to feel my desire through my lips and tongue. I produced the larger vibrator and first applied its humming stimulation to her clit. Holding its length against the erect and swollen bud. I moved it slowly up and down exciting her entire opening rose. Eventually as she moaned and pumped, I inserted the vibrator inside her cunt. It remained there its humming muffled deep inside.

I lubricated the smaller vibrating dildo. I took the square end of the butt plug, which had remained inserted for the day and pumped it in and out of her ass, slowly fucking her with it. Its breadth exciting her sensitive anal nerves. My strokes grew longer and longer then in one move out it came and the dildo was inserted; vibrating, it spread her passage even more. The dual vibrations of the pair of dildos had her moaning and pressing her pelvis into the padded ‘N’. Her cunt and ass gyrated, pumped, opened and closed. I began to pinch the slap her pinching ass as she rode the vibrators into an orgasm. I slapped and spanked her more as she responded by moaning, bucking harder, pleading, and shouting.

I had found a key and the more I slapped her writhing ass. The deeper she plunged into ecstasy. Her cunt, her ass were now in complete control, she had surrendered to them. Whatever they demanded she would give. She released wave after wave as I continued to spank. I took the vibrating dildo in her ass and began to pump it in and out. Fucking and vibrating, spanking and fucking with the mechanical relentless humming. I then pulled the vibrator out and the larger butt plug lubricated and ready plunged deeply into Gillian's ass. She stopped as if nailed into place. Then she began to shake in rippling waves. I removed the vibrator from her cunt. She collapsed over the piece of furniture. Spent.

I undid her, held her in my arms. She was still atremble. Kissed her passionately. “You are a wonder my heart.” I carried her down stairs, set her on my knee stroking her arm, back and leg. “Shower, when you recover my sweet. Then we will sit and read. When you are ready to retire. Whisper in my ear…Joseph, will you fuck my ass now?”
We shall then end this day properly, my heart.”