Training

[FurryFury]

Gillian wanted to read the book. She wanted to find out what happened next but she couldn't concentrate on reading just then. Now with what he had said and this artificial thing stretching her still inside her reminding her of what he had planned.

Her body was eager to get on with it. She was working hard at relaxing and not questioning but she was nervous and began to nip at her cuticles something Gillian always tried not to do but under stress often found herself resorting too.

Stress is how you know you're alive, her father had always told her. This day was wonderful and sheer torture as well. To always have her bottom filled and to fly wild in her skin were both incredible things but she wanted the next thing to happen she didn't want to stop and eat or read. Her tummy growled loudly which made her blush and laugh.

Okay so she was hungry. The damn body was running the show now. She repeated her mantra over and over to herself breathing in slowly though her mouth, holding it in for a slow count of five then exhaling through her nose. Doing that she was able to float again, stop her biting and relax a little.

Dinner was great. She was only embarrassed by how much and how quickly she ate. It was as if she were starving. Her body had become this incredibly bossy thing that ruled her now. It always wanted to be filled and to push against her mind.

The rice wine made her a little tipsy and relaxed her more. It also made her want Fred more. He told her a name to call him. Joseph was his name he said. He seemed to feel she had earned the right to know it somehow. How is that her mind broke in to her revelry rudely by being a slut? Have you even thought of Mark once today? She turned red faltering in her eating. It didn't last for long because Joseph was so good to her complimenting her turning her heart over, flaming her skin, making her wet, he gave her peace and hope.

Going up the stairs she kept repeating her mantra as the panic fell on her. "Bliss is found not by the addition of anything but by the subtraction of everything," she said to herself.

He took her over to a strange piece of furniture and had her get on it. She worked so hard at doing what he wanted. She tried to relax. He bound her in ways she had never felt before. She felt so vulnerable. Her mantra played like a broken record over and over in her head. He stepped back to get something or look at her, she didn't know which. Gillian turned crimson again. How she must look now. He blindfolded her. His voice came to her, soothing her as only he could do.

“Surrender all my heart. Lose yourself inside yourself. Float, feel, there is only NOW.” Joseph said.

She could hear him walking around. She could feel when he was close and when he moved further away. Her body was so open, her bottom still plugged, her puss so wet, she felt so very alive in every fibre of her being.

She sighed at his mouth on her. That liquid warmth he gave her. The soft licks became harder. His focus slowly went from all of her cunt to just her clit. She was gasping and breathing deeply now her body was screaming for release as it's need built higher and higher.

He put the vibrator on her clit. She jump and squirmed loving it but it was too much too quickly as well so her body jerked away from it. She imagined her clit darting back into it's protective skin shell the coming out again wanting more and throbbing.

Gillian gasped and squirmed as he continued to tease her with the vibrator no longer touching her clit but the rest of her became even wetter and even more in need. Moaning and moving against it hoping for a burst of relief, she felt him push the vibrator inside her. This caused her to move her pelvis against the furniture to rock her clit on it and move the vibrator around inside her.

Joseph didn't seem to mind what her body did all by itself but she wasn't able to get things just right yet either. He began to fuck her with the butt plug which made her moan and see colors behind her eyes.

When he took it out she mewed like a kitten wanting to be filled again. He put something even bigger in her and it vibrated. He began to pinch, slap and spank her which surprised her but she found herself ever more excited by what he was doing. Her body was now rocking like an animal just seeking it's own satisfaction.

She began to go over, not from her clit as usually or not just from it. Not from her filled and vibrated puss which had never gotten her off. Not from her ass being fucked and vibrated. No, there was something about being spanked that spiraled her out of control. Something that took her mind over and flipped a switch in it. She was bucking and wild now. He took the vibrator out of her ass and pushed in something even bigger stretching her again. She stopped moving for a span of seconds as the rippling waves finally broke over her. Her body was in ecstatic chaos. Her grunts and moans more closely resembled screams than ever before but they were earthy and primal sounding. Her whole body was shaking it felt like inside and out.

When he took the vibrator from her pussy she shuddered and lay prone feeling as if she had worked at hard physical labor all day. Her breathing was still pants as she tried to calm down.

She felt him undoing the restraints. It scared her. Her body felt too liquid. She thought she might fall but she couldn't speak a word right then. She could only do things like moan and mew.

Joseph held her in his arms. She was grateful that he knew and cared enough to do so. Gillian could have no more kept herself upright at that moment than arm a nuclear war head. She giggled a little. It felt like one had gone off inside her. Her whole body was still trembling and the nerves were jerking all around her body. He kissed her and all thought stilled to just that kiss. His lips on her, his tongue in her mouth were all that mattered now.

“You are a wonder my heart.” He said carrying her down the stairs that for once she was not frightened of. When he broke the kiss he also told her what would come next.

“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.” Her eyes grew huge. Gillian didn't want to say those words. She did want him to fuck her ass though. What was she going to do?

For now she could do nothing but rest. In a little while she staggered to the bathroom hoping the shower would help her think. The water felt so good but didn't provide her with any solutions.

Returning to the living room her feet and legs were far more steady. She took up her book and settled beside him. Again she couldn't focus. Her ass was still full. Her body was only slightly rejuvenated but it wanted more. Gillian wanted more. She wanted the real thing and now. She just couldn't say the words. She tried to focus on the book.

Joseph pulled her down. Her head was resting in his lap. While he read he played with her hair. Sometimes his hand would play with her nipple or clit. It was so casual but she could feel his cock hard and ready beneath her head. If she turned her face she could almost imagine tasting it. She shivered. She was afraid of giving oral sex. She always had been. Yet, with Joseph she almost wanted to.

He was driving her crazy. His fingers languidly playing with her body which was nude and open to him at all times were making her squirm all the more. She couldn't read like this. Gillian couldn't relax. She needed what she needed. If only there were some way to get it without saying so out loud. An hour went by as she squirmed and wished for a way out. In a way, this was harder than anything else he had made her do.

"Oh!" She finally said, putting the book down on the coffee table. "I give up. This is so hard but I can't really read." She hung her head turning red.

"Joseph, w, would, you f, fu, fuck my a, ass now?" She asked trembling and squirming in distress. She blew out a little breath of misery and exertion. There she had said it, sort of. She hoped he was pleased. Gillian felt about to burst into tears at the same time her heart beat fast and hard in her chest. What if he wasn't pleased? Her cunt seemed to flip. Please, please be happy with me. She thought.

She grabbed at her mantra again like a life line. "Bliss is found not by the addition of anything but by the subtraction of everything," He had said it and so far, it was true. Gillian worked to stop thinking and just let things be.

 

[Straddler]

"Joseph, w, would, you f, fu, fuck my a, ass now?" Gillian breathed in a trembling voice. I took her hand and lead her to the back of the floating couch, then I bent her over the high tuxedo styled sofa. Her legs were spread; her toes barely touched the floor. Her long legs were stretched wide and offered a vulnerable submissive pose.

“Do you know how submissive you look, your ass and cunt waving in the air like this. Offering yourself to my cock, to my will, to my whim. This is what you want my heart. To please my whim. To be submissive. To give up responsibility. To be mastered. To be dominated. Your cunt seeps at the thought. That is why you like this.” I slapped her ass. “You like to be spanked my heart; and I love to spank you. We enflame each other when I do.”

I gave her reddening writhing ass a proper spanking. My cock throbbed at the beautiful acquiescent sight. “Give up everything Gillian surrender: that is what you truly ache for to surrender and to please.” I went to the leather bag and retrieved some gel for my cock. “I’m going to fuck your virgin ass my heart. I am going to possess your ass. The fuck will be for my pleasure. You will concentrate on pleasing me. On milking my cock. On stroking it and fucking it with your ass. Do you understand? When I fill you with my cum then I want you to come. When I fill you deep inside with my thick heavy come then I want you to come for my pleasure. I want you to cum more deeply than you have ever come before. You are not to let it release until you feel my sperm shooting into you oozing out of your ass. Do you understand Gillian?

I reached down and took Gillian's hands, pulled them up and under her, so that she had both hands covering her cunt. “As I am fucking you, you will manipulate yourself to reach your climax as I do.” My cock was hard as iron as I watched her fingering herself. I pulled out the butt plug and her ass hole was wide, spasming with anticipation. I applied a dollop of lubricant to the head and more along the shaft. I inserted a finger full into her and fingered her sensitive passage applying gel as I explored.

I took the head of my cock and eased it into her. Then I impaled her with the rest of my cock. I left it unmoving deeply inside her. Slowly, slowly I began to fuck her. Her hands were working away at her cunt. My cock began to thrust steadily and deeply. She moved and moaned and I began again to spank her as I rode her ass. My balls slapped into her hands and as my fuck tempo increased so did the spanking. Gillian was lost deeply in the sensations. The waves of muscles in her colon worked my cock as it pounded in and out. I was now lost with her. Fucking, Spanking, Moaning. “Now, now, “ I screamed as my cock began to shoot streams of cum deep into her bowels. She magically exploded at the same time. I could feel my sperm running out of her ass hole and her cunt drenched the both of us. I kept fucking draining my balls into her till I collapsed over her back panting and kissing her shoulders. ”You have made me very happy, my heart.”

I carried her into her room, kissing her lovingly. She lay on the bed and I whispered into her ear. “Your only job is to please me. Your only wish is to please me. Your only thought is to please me.”

 

[FurryFury]

Gillian waited for his reaction. Her body was screaming at her it's needs. Her mind was in chaos just praying Joseph would be happy with her and give her what she had painfully forced herself to ask for. He had demanded her use that form and she had finally done it but it had been so hard for her. She hadn't done it smoothly. She felt shaky in every part of her being.

Relieved when he took her hand and did not seem angry, Gillian moved with him to the floating couch. He had her bend over it. Her face flushed thinking about how she must look. She felt vulnerable and needy. Her toes barely could find the floor, nudging solidity just enough to keep her from being too scared. Her body was so open now, more so even than when they lay on the couch before.

“Do you know how submissive you look, your ass and cunt waving in the air like this. Offering yourself to my cock, to my will, to my whim. This is what you want my heart. To please my whim. To be submissive. To give up responsibility. To be mastered. To be dominated. Your cunt seeps at the thought. That is why you like this.” He told her. His voice was like a physical caress, a comfort and a knife piercing her soul all at once. He spanked her bottom once. “You like to be spanked my heart; and I love to spank you. We enflame each other when I do.”

Now he started in spanking her in earnests. Her body jerked with the first few strokes then settled in growing hot under his hand. Gillian's bottom went from it's normal color to pink and then red. The ache inside her cunt grew painfully. The plug inside her ass seemed to be moving with the strokes. She only felt her desire and need grow to new heights.

“Give up everything Gillian surrender: that is what you truly ache for to surrender and to please.” He told her as he continued.

Oh she was, she had given up all to him couldn't he see that? She wanted nothing but him filling her. She wanted nothing but him having his way with her. She only wanted his hand warming her body, making it ache, making it red, inflaming her. Gillian only wanted his body inside hers pulling at her taking everything. She felt only he could scrape away the layers of her soul. Only he could make her new, push past her denial to her core and awaken her.

He stopped. She felt both weak and energized all at once. She wanted more. She wanted him back at least touching her. Where was he going? Why? Gillian tried to steady her breathing. Her skin felt like it was so hot where he had spanked her. She shifted her weight from one toe to the other.

“I’m going to fuck your virgin ass my heart. I am going to possess your ass. The fuck will be for my pleasure. You will concentrate on pleasing me. On milking my cock. On stroking it and fucking it with your ass. Do you understand? When I fill you with my cum then I want you to come. When I fill you deep inside with my thick heavy come then I want you to come for my pleasure. I want you to cum more deeply than you have ever come before. You are not to let it release until you feel my sperm shooting into you oozing out of your ass. Do you understand Gillian?"

She nodded and grunted but really she was lying she didn't understand at all. How does one "milk" a cock, or stroke it with your ass? She had no idea but she'd do her best to please him of course. She nodded without thinking about any of that. Gillian just wanted him to come back to her right then.

He moved her hands over her mound and lower. She felt embarrassed but tried hard to listen to what he was saying even though her body was shouting louder, from every nerve.

“As I am fucking you, you will manipulate yourself to reach your climax as I do.” Joseph told her.

Could he see her turn red faced when he was behind her like that? She didn't know but again she nodded and groaned in need. Her fingers slowly began to move on herself. She didn't want to do it but her body demanded it, Joseph demanded it and she did. Her middle right finger stroked down her clit and into her cunt, she was so swollen and wet. Gillian had never felt this heightened before. Her strokes and fingers moved more boldly as her body quickened.

He pulled the plug out of her ass. She moaned. All day she'd had something inside her there. She felt a relief to have it out but a longing and an emptiness too. She felt something enter her. Was that his cock finally? No, it couldn't be but she squirmed back on it anyway. She wanted it so.

Suddenly she felt him slip something huge inside her. It felt like it might tear through her opening but he didn't stop he pushed it in as far as he could. It went further than anything had so far. She gasped and panted. Her body felt like a rod of iron had just been shoved inside her ass. Her ass ached, colors exploded behind her eyes but he stopped moving.

She pushed back at him, her body begging for more. Her fingers were now moving faster on her clit and inside her. Gillian felt overwhelmed by all the sensations pouring inside her and rolling over her skin.

He moved inside her again, working into a rhythm that was his alone. Gillian didn't want him to stop ever. She had always thought being taken anally would hurt. She had never expected this incredible pleasure to wash over her. She was swept away by it.

Joseph started spanking her again too. She truly lost her mind in it all. Her body pushing back at him constantly, her moans and mewling, pants and cries were things she couldn't hear. Her smooth tube offered little resistance and stayed tight all the way down.

At times her openings seemed to try to push him out. Other times her sphincters contracted on him as if they wanted to pull him in forever. She felt as if he were turning her inside out. Her body was wilding. Gillian was too excited to come. It was too much all at once.

It was too much for her to coalese into an orgasm until she felt him tense up. Until she felt him grow thicker inside her ass. Until she felt his cock twitching wildly and heard him call to her loud enough to get through to her.

“Now, now, “ He screamed.

Now what? She wondered but as she felt him come, she erupted too. His excitement and satisfaction carried her over into a wonderland of blinding explosions.

”You have made me very happy, my heart.” She heard him say later after the carnal frenzy subsided and they both were panting spent from the peak of it.

He carried her into her room, kissing her lovingly. Gillian lay on the bed exactly as he placed her. He whispered into her ear.

“Your only job is to please me. Your only wish is to please me. Your only thought is to please me.”

She murmured her thoughtless agreement feeling the nerves in her body still twitching and burning from the pleasure he had given them both. Her hands reached up around his neck and she pulled his face down to kiss it. She wanted to always give him what he wanted. She wanted to give him everything. Her mouth fused to his and she licked past his lips to let him know how she felt.

 

[Straddler]

I showered early and awoke Gillian who was slept soundly. I kissed her forehead, “Wake up my heart. You have a special day ahead of you. Today we will try and find that bliss for you. A nice hot shower, then come and join me in the living room. Get into your learning pose when you join me. We have a full day ahead of us.” I stood over her and she stretched out languidly. “You are my little kitten and you touch and satisfy my soul my heart.” I bent down and kissed her passionately. My hand caressed her beautiful little mound pressing and massaging it with my palm. “There is cream and a razor in the bathroom. It would please me if you had a pretty shaved cunt when you came to join me.”

I waited ten to fifteen minutes on the sofa, and then Gillian came to join me. I held her up from assuming the learning pose immediately. “Show me your beautiful little pussy my heart. Nice my lovely. Show it all to me pull it up. Now open it for me. What a lovely sight...... my heart. Turn around and bend over, we will keep these balls up inside your ass for a while, my heart. I have them all lubricated and ready. Spread your cheeks wide for me. I love you exposed like that, vulnerable, open.” I slipped the three balls inside her colon. Then I pulled the string slowly, each one plopped out. Does that feel nice my heart? I continued this slow insertion and removal a few minutes. Then set the balls inside her and told her to assume the learning position.

I took her head in my hands and turned it up to look at me. “You must lose yourself in me today. You will follow me with your eyes wherever I go. You will anticipate what I want, need. You will ache to please me. I will use you today, and your only thought will be: does he like this, am I doing it well. Your body, your mind, your thoughts are only of me. You subtract all thoughts of self, shame, pain, desire. You live to please me. Look at me Gillian. I want something now. I want you to please me.”

Her eyes showed panic. What was she to do? The old Gillian sprung back to life. I slapped her hand hard. “STOP IT.” She stopped searching questioning wildly. “GOOD. Feel my feelings Gillian get inside me you can’t think your way there. Relax and look at me. My cock was stiff and I inched my hips towards her, and opened my thighs wider. Relax and read my every move, listen to me. She moved her hands to my fly and I moaned my pleasure. She fished my cock out of my underwear and stroked the skin below the head. “Feel how that feels for me Gillian. Watch listen and feel along with my cock. Tentatively her tongue snaked out and licked the head of my prick. “Oh yes, Gillian...... that is what I want this morning. What a good girl you are.” Show my cock how you feel for me my heart. She began to kiss and lick my cock and balls. Lost in my pleasure. Feeling my need and returning where I would have her return. “Stay with me my heart. Stay with my mounting excitement. Please me, please us. She began to suck on my cock, at first just the head in her mouth. She matched my moans and groans one for one. As I sighed she sighed. As I felt her sucking mouth and velvet tongue she began to feel them. She sucked in more and more of the shaft, her head working up and down. She was ravenous and her excitement rose with mine. I moaned and growled and she was there with me. “When I cum, you will cum, you will be so into my space that you will cum too. You will make us both cum. Stay with me. Stay with me.”

She began to take the whole cock into her mouth and throat. She coughed and gagged but continued to deep throat my bulging cock. “Relax, my heart, relax. Easy.” She soon taught herself the technique and I writhed and bucked my hips into her. Moaning loudly in ecstasy. “Oh fuck, are you with me…Oh fuck …Oh God…. She moaned writhed and bucked her hips with mine. I felt her inside my soul. She was in the place. Feeling with me. One with me.

Then I began to cum. I shot cum deeply inside her and she began to spasm with me. I pumped, bucked, flailed and she was with me through the orgasm. Through the range of lust excitement, tension, and release. I lifted her onto my lap. And I rocked her as I held her. I put her hand on my chest over my heart. As I calmed, she calmed. I kissed her head as I rocked us both. “ You are my heart indeed.”

 

[FurryFury]

When Gillian woke, she was surprised she had ever gone to sleep in the condition she had been in. Sure it had happened before with him but it was unusual for her. Normally she had to be clean and read for a while before she could fall asleep. She grimaced as she moved, feeling the crusted and sticky places on her body keenly.

Though she had slept soundly it was still a marvel to her that she could have done so. It must be part of all this, she thought. Gillian felt silly thinking this way but all this that she was doing with Joseph, it was work, in a way.

It took her up and down on an emotional and sensational roller coaster that she had never ridden before. It was a wonderful, scary ride that she didn't ever want to stop.

He woke her with a kiss. She couldn't help but smile at that. Gillian felt warm and cared about. She felt taken care of in a way she hadn't ever truly enjoyed before. She stretched while she listened to his words. Gillian stretched like a cat. Her body felt long and good to her even though dirty. Her muscles were warm and tight under her silky skin. She felt good. Despite everything or maybe because of it, she felt very, very good.

“Wake up my heart. You have a special day ahead of you. Today we will try and find that bliss for you. A nice hot shower, then come and join me in the living room. Get into your learning pose when you join me. We have a full day ahead of us.”

Chills of anticipation went through her. It seemed to her that they had already done so much. What could he possibly have in mind? Her body began to signal her arousal with a wet trickle inside her. Gillian blushed hoping he didn't notice what he had so easily done to her.

She got up reluctantly not wanting to display how quickly she got hot from his words alone but he stood over her. She stretched again almost wondering if she could entice him to simply taking her now. Her body had been curled in a sleep position that made her need to test her body and feel it respond. She needed to feel the muscles slide and pull into place all taunt and ready.

“You are my little kitten and you touch and satisfy my soul my heart.” He told her. Her lips curled up into a sunny smile. Joseph kissed her. It was working, she thought, he's going to take me right now! Her heart bumped up beating fast, his hand touched her down there where she was all wet so now he knew. He knew the effect he had on her. He knew how easy she was to arouse what a shameful girl she was and she didn't care. Her face flaming, body filthy from the night before, and all she could want was him to take her, right then. She couldn't wait. Gillian wanted him inside her now.

“There is cream and a razor in the bathroom. It would please me if you had a pretty shaved cunt when you came to join me.” He said. Her face flamed bright at his words. He pulled away from her. She wanted to cry. Clearly she'd been wrong. There would be no sex right now. Even though he seemed pleased with her. She wasn't the way he wanted her, not yet.

She hurried into the bathroom to change that. Gillian had never thought about shaving down there before. Or rather she had thought about it only briefly and promptly discarded the idea. To her it made her too visible and vulnerable. She shivered again thinking while she shaved about being naked around Joseph now. He liked her naked and open to him. Now she would feel that way but even more so.

The foam felt so good on her. She loved how it squished and might have played with it more if not for the fact that she was scared. Plain and simple having a blade down there with all those contours and folds was frightening. Sure enough she did cut herself and bleed. She didn't feel much pain though. Only a little prick here and there when she hit her skin wrong.

She felt so stupid not being able to do this right. She ran her hand over the joint between her mound and her leg, re-shaving there several times, using all directions until she was satisfied it was smooth. The lips of her puss were particularly tricky but she did everything as quickly as she could and finished the shower eager to get back to him.

Gillian didn't think about this. She didn't wonder why she needed to get to him so quickly. He had become almost like an addiction to her. What he could do. How he could set her free. She could feel her spirit soar when they did certain things. She needed it now but no, she wasn't thinking about any of that. If she had been thinking about things, she might have done things differently, as it was she simply hurried back to him.

Walking into the living room she was pink faced feeling shy with no hair to cover her sex. She tried to assume the position he liked her to learn in but he stopped her. She was jolted by his holding her up but his words shocked her further.

“Show me your beautiful little pussy my heart." He said. His voice was sweet and deep but also held a teasing, almost taunting edge to it.

She felt more heat bloom in her face but she opened her legs a little for him. Wishing she could sink through the floor but hoping he was pleased despite the nicks that she had cleaned up as well as she could and her new bareness.

"Nice my lovely. Show it all to me pull it up." He told her.

She was squirming now, her body felt too hot from her embarrassment. Gillian struggled to do as he said. She only wanted to sink to the floor and cover herself but he wasn't done yet.

"Now open it for me. What a lovely sight...... my heart. " He continued.

Gillian felt her body get wetter still as she complied. It wasn't natural feeling. She felt a bit jerky in her movements. Yet in a way it also felt right somehow. She smiled because he seemed happy but oh how she felt, so wet, so hot. He was happy, that's what mattered though. She had done what he said. Fear, thought, nothing had stopped her from doing as he said.

"Turn around and bend over, we will keep these balls up inside your ass for a while, my heart. I have them all lubricated and ready. Spread your cheeks wide for me. I love you exposed like that, vulnerable, open.” He said to her.

Balls what balls she wondered? She felt him push something into her tiny hole, and quivered. Her body was so alive again. She could feel currents of air across her newly shaven mound and it felt good. Then she felt another ball go inside her and another.

Her body tuned up. Her heart began to accelerate. Her nerves all stood on end as he played the balls in and out of her sphincters. She began mewling and panting at the sensations that ripped through her. She wanted more. She wanted him. His flesh inside her. That was what she wanted. Oh the toy was nice, so wonderful but the man was better. He was what she craved.

"Does that feel nice my heart?" Joseph asked her.

She chuckled. He had to know it felt very nice.

"Yessss." She said and it came out almost a hiss. "I wish it were you though." Gillian said through clenched teeth. She knew she must be coloring at her own boldness as he fed the balls back inside her pushing pass her resisting sphincter. The feeling of being opened of having something push past that resistance was wonderful but once the balls settled she only felt full. Only when she moved a little did sensations from the balls color her world.

He settled her into the learning position. Her body didn't like it. It wanted more play but Gillian was trying to be good and just be what he wanted her to be. She tried not to think too much.

He took her head into his hands. He let her look at him, demanded it really. She felt a hot blush from just that, looking in his eyes. They were blue yes but there were flecks of silver in them. She wanted to look into his eyes forever. At the same time if felt wrong to her. She longed for the feeling of almost being concealed that she sometimes had when she didn't look into his eyes.

“You must lose yourself in me today. You will follow me with your eyes wherever I go. You will anticipate what I want, need. You will ache to please me. I will use you today, and your only thought will be: does he like this, am I doing it well. Your body, your mind, your thoughts are only of me. You subtract all thoughts of self, shame, pain, desire. You live to please me. Look at me Gillian. I want something now. I want you to please me.” He said.

In that moment Gillian knew what he wanted. She also knew she couldn't do it. Bad flashes of ugly memories came flying to her mind's eye. No! She just couldn't! She began to panic. It was so important to her to do what he wanted. She wanted to do almost anything for him but this, this, she just couldn't do. She felt her face go cold. She wanted to close her eyes and make all this go away. She had to go. She had to get up and run.

He corrected her just before she got up and ran away. His words and action stilled her brain, making her switch gears. She was conditioned that way now though she didn't have any real understanding of it.

“GOOD. Feel my feelings Gillian get inside me you can’t think your way there. Relax and look at me." Joseph told her in a gentle yet clearly demanding way.

He was hard. She could tell that. He was hard and moving closer. She fought her thoughts. Gillian worked hard to remain in a calm place. It was a battle though.

"Relax and read my every move, listen to me."

Her hands were shaking. Tears were in her eyes. She put them on him. He moaned. It was a moan of pleasure which made her feel safer somehow. He was pleased. She pulled his cock out. Touching it softly, slowly then rubbed along it's length. It reared up as she did so in a way she found fascinating. It reminded her of those fur toys they'd played with in college. You'd pet it and it would bow up to your hand. She began to relax a bit more.

“Feel how that feels for me Gillian. Watch listen and feel along with my cock."

Her mouth was actually watering now. It should have been shocking. If she'd been thinking and analizing things she'd have never done it but she wasn't. She lowered her head to him and licked just the tip of his dick watching it dance at her touch she felt a surge of power and joy.

“Oh yes, Gillian...... that is what I want this morning. What a good girl you are. Show my cock how you feel for me my heart."

Gillian had never done this for Tony. She had never done it for anyone that she could remember except against her will when she was a child. In this mind space she didn't think about that though. She only thought about him, his needs, his desires.

How his flesh tasted and felt beneath her hand or tongue that was also in her mind. How his shaft jumped and seeped for her. She licked a drop of dew off of him. Pressed her tongue against that tiny hole pushing perhaps into it a bit.

It was interesting what he wanted. The way his flesh and muscles reacted. Gillian licked down his shaft gently, oh so gently with her warm wet tongue. Up the shaft she went on the underside then back again down it as it jumped when she hit certain spots.

She licked faster and used more pressure on him. She got him wet all along his length then made sure he was wet all the way around. She licked his balls too, his wet cock hit her face smacking on her nose.

There was some sort of connection now. She could almost read his mind or at least his body. She came back up to his cock waiting for the right moment.

“Stay with me my heart. Stay with my mounting excitement. Please me, please us."

She took the head of his dick into her mouth and licked around it while sucking and moaning. Yes, she was moaning with him, almost as if they were one being. Maybe she was merely channeling his desires.

Moving down inch by inch she sucked at him, licking and groaning. Now that she was moving she could feel those balls in her ass, moving with her, inside her.

She needed to breathe but she didn't want to let him out of her mouth. Gillian couldn't let his cock out of her mouth. Eventually she found she could breath through her nose if she relaxed but relaxing was hard to do when she was so excited.

He was tightening in her mouth. She could feel his excitement building It made her go at this all the more. His pleasure was feeding her. She wanted more.

“When I cum, you will cum, you will be so into my space that you will cum too. You will make us both cum. Stay with me. Stay with me.”

She could have told him that wouldn't be possible. Her clit wasn't being touched. She hated to disappoint him but it just couldn't happen the way he said even though she felt excited. Of course she didn't say anything. She couldn't right then without stopping what she was doing and she wasn't about to do that. Hell she was feeling otherworldly now. It felt good too. So damn good.

Gillian impaled herself deeper on his dick choking herself until it hurt, until it filled her throat and made her cry. She kept at it not for one second thinking about it or about anything much but his pleasure.

“Relax, my heart, relax. Easy.”

It got easier to do. She felt so much like she were in another place and time. Her body was tightening with every sound he made, every movement he made set her off a little more. Now he was fucking her and all she could do was keep her mouth and throat open while he did as he wanted. His chocking her, making her tears fall all felt strangely right and good to her.

A thought slipped into her mind. This is so dirty, so wrong, she thought. And I love it, she answered her own thought firmly before making the thoughts go away. She used her mantra and focused again on him. Gillian fixated on his pleasure and his use of her. She felt his body's joy as he was taking her face. Felt him get so close her body heated up and flowed for him while he continued fucking her mouth and throat with a wildness that captured her body, heart and soul then made them his.

"Oh fuck, are you with me…Oh fuck …Oh God…. "

She was with him. Her skin around him, her soul inside him. Her body was on fire too. She felt him so close she would have held her breath if she could have but she had to breathe it was hard to do, she needed the air to keep on for him.

He came then. She felt it deep inside her and it triggered her like nothing else ever had. Her body contracted, her juices were running down her thighs. They both froze for a second before continuing frantic movements together. The spasms were rocking them both in tandem.

Joseph lifted her off of his cock and onto his lap. He rocked her murmuring soft things into her hair. He put her hand on his heart, where she could feel it beating fast, so fast. It took a while to slow and even out it's rhythm. She didn't speak, couldn't have even if she had wanted to. Her mind was blown by all this. She'd never thought she'd do something like this ever. Gillian felt stunned.

New tears fell from her eyes. Not the uncalled for tears that gagging creates. No this was something else. She didn't seek to define what but they were emotional tears of happiness, relief, of breaking through perhaps. He rocked her. She felt him calming down. Her heart slowed as well. He kissed her. He was happy. She was thrilled. He was happy.

“You are my heart indeed.” He said.

It felt like hers exploded in happiness when he said that. She smiled up at him for once. Gillian was allowed to look up at him but she wasn't thinking so much as just being. It was 9:00 am on a weekday morning. They hadn't had breakfast yet. It seemed there was no world outside this place and Joseph. To Gillian at this moment, there was nothing that could be better in all the world than this, this one precious moment, of his bliss.

 

[Straddler]

Gillian and I showered together, we sat rocking and coming down from our orgasm. We were breathing as one and as I stoked her hair and her back her hand moved softly over my chest and abdomen. We stood up and she knew to follow me into the bathroom. I adjusted the spray, stripped down, took her hand and we stepped into the hot shower.

I handed Gillian the bar of soap and dropped my hands to my side. She began to soap my body. I moved her to in front of me and turned her face up to mine. I wanted to stare into her eyes as she lathered my body. She took her time and explored every inch of me with her hands. My cock hardened as she soaped and lathered my dick and balls. She worked down my legs but kept looking at me as she knelt before me.

I held out my hand for the soap. She knew to hand it to me and I began to soap her neck and chest. She was still in a deep zone. She responded so well to praise and affection: her need to please was so strong that her body and soul sank into her sub space. I stared lovingly into her eyes," I love you Gillian. Can you feel that through my hands?" I caressed her breasts, nipples, underarms, soaping and sending my message to her. I luxuriated in the feel of her silkiness under the lathering soap and water. "Feel what I am feeling" feel the sliding silliness of your own breasts. Feel your nipples for the first time through my fingers. Your body pleases me. Feel my pleasure. Don’t feel as you feel as me. You exist for me."

The mind shift was subtle yet powerful and Gillian was achieving a level which I had seldom seen. She was born to this. I left her within her state and silently washed and lathered her newly shaved cunt. She knew to raise one leg onto the lip of the shower stall. She was exploring her own pussy through my hands. She wanted more access to that moist mysterious garden. She kept locked on my eyes; our breathing was as one. A groan escaped my throat at the soft intimacy of the moment and she groaned with me.

I pulled her to me, reached round her back with both arms. I gave Gillian the soap and she began soaping my back. I found the string and slowly removed the balls from her ass...plop...plop....plop. She was soaping and fingering my rectum as I did this. I reached back and took the soap from her hand. I worked the soap over her ass and washed her back, up to the nape of her neck, under her hair.

I treated her intimately, searching, feeling: probing her, washing her. I shampooed her hair and she mine. After rinsing and toweling each other all done with the intimacy one generally saves for ones own body. I kissed her lovingly.

"When I was young, my heart, I would love so much that I would squeeze a puppy, a teddy bear, my mother. I was so lost in love that I had to express it and would pinch the object of my desire. The pit of my stomach churns with what I found later was lust, over riding love and visceral emotion. Can you feel how this excites me?" I pinched her ass then and continued to pinch the same spot as she wriggled. "Feel my lust, my heart. Feel how this enflames me. Look into my eyes and find me. Feel your flesh in my fingers. After breakfast we will explore my lust, my heart."

I handed Gillian the balls, which I had extracted in the shower. I found the lubricant and carefully gelled them as they were in her hands. I held her and looked again into her eyes. She understood and inserted the balls inside herself.

"Let's go make breakfast together, my heart."

 

[FurryFury]

In this new special place there were no questions, no worries. Gillian enjoyed being held without thinking. She followed Joseph into the bathroom and the warm spray. Her hands kept contact with his skin. Her heart kept time with his.

She lathered and washed him slowly staring into those steel blue eyes of his. The spray was making her hair and face wet but she wasn't bothered by that. The spray made it harder to breathe but she didn't care about that either or about anything except him. He lathered and washed her luxuriously. Everything was perfect, everything made sense without being reasoned out or analyzed.

He spoke and pinched her. She felt the sharpness of it. She felt the stir it made inside him and smiled. He pinched her again and again. She wiggled.

There were his words in this world. There were sounds of moans shared in this world.

Here there were sensation which seemed both sharper and further away.

There was skin wet and warm in this world. Gillian was happy. She was content in this world.

Walking with him into the kitchen the balls making strange vibrations inside her, she wasn't really there, yet she was fully present too. She was both. She was his, a part of him, he was her. From time to time he would caress her. Now and then her hand would trail her fingers on his skin or sometimes it was the other way around it was hard to tell which. These things happened naturally with no words. Sometimes he'd pinch or give a spank.

Gillian continued to smile through the entire time in the kitchen. She stood with him slicing this, pouring that and just breathing in her perfect little fluffy world of symbiotic pleasure.

 

[Straddler]

We ate together standing in the kitchen feeding each ourselves and each other. I felt her breathing chewing thinking with me. After breakfast I lead Gillian up to the special room. I took her to the large square frame and secured her wrists and ankles to the cuffs at the four corners. She was splayed and open, vulnerable as never before. I moaned and she moaned with me. "Feel how excited, this makes us my heart. Feel how hot and hard our cock is. The lust in our stomach is churning." I knelt to examine and explore her newly shaved cunt.

"How sweet, how innocent, how exposed." I began to spank her puss. I stood up and kissed her passionately and continued to smack her cunt and her inner thighs. I looked deeply into her mysterious eyes. They changed colors constantly and were now glazed with passion. I saw my own soul reflected in their lust. I pinched her outer labia hard and stared into her. I continued to pinch and then took her right nipple in my other hand and pinched her there. I was afire with lust enjoying inflicting pain on that spectacular vulnerable body. I knelt and licked up the copious juices flowing from her cunt.

I stood and looked at her and took both nipples in my hands, pinching them as I kissed her deeply, inserting my tongue, thick with her own juices into her throat. I went behind her and began to smack her twitching bottom. I slowly removed her string of balls as I spanked and pinched her. I went again to my knees and held her cheeks open. I licked around her rectum, flicking, kissing, nipping, licking. My cock was as hard as it had ever been as I inserted my tongue deep inside her colon: playing, licking, teasing, probing.

I came around and kissed her as before. Deep into her throat my tongue descended. I continued to slap her bottom as I kissed her. I went over to the long table and took a glob of gel. I stood before her and showed her how I was lubricating my throbbing cock."Can you feel that my heart? Can you feel how you have inflamed our lust?"

I was back behind her and slowly inserted my cock up her ass. I held he hips and began to fuck like a man possessed. I was possessed by her by her submission, by our oneness. I was possessed by the stings and smacks I was delivering to her. I reached and took a nipple in each hand again pinching her as I fucked. As my strokes intensified I began to smack her ass. Fucking and smacking, bringing myself, us to a fever pitch. She was still with me. Moaning, I began to shoot jets of cum into her ass, again and again, filling, spilling, pounding.

I quickly released her and took her in my arms. I carried her to the bed within the room, kissing her face all the while. I lay her down and lay down with her, my head down at her oozing pussy, my cock at her face. I began to lap her cunt and her ass and she knew to clean my cock with her mouth. We kissed, licked and tongued each other clean. I quickly sucked and released her throbbing clit into and almost out of my mouth. I brought her to a trembling orgasm like that with my cock in her mouth.

I turned myself around. We kissed deeply and I ran my fingers through her soaking hair. "Oh my heart, my heart, my heart." Soon we slept.

 

[FurryFury]

So it went for Gillian, in this world he had made she had to do nothing but accept and feel with him.

They ate, the flavors were cold and sharp or warm and springy but none of it truly mattered to her. His enjoyment of the food was what mattered. She could taste better when they touched. When he pinched her or moaned she would feel it then, taste it then and moan with him.

When they were done they went upstairs but unlike the other times she didn't have a near panic attack. She was calm and detached in a way. Her dark quiet dream was alive now, made real by him. She was walking in it. There was no fear here.

Gillian made no protest when he strapped her to the frame. She didn't get big eyes or blush she just let him do as he willed. Her body didn't really even feel like hers anymore. It felt like his or an extension of him if she had been analyzing it but of course she wasn't.

The things he did to her then she would have had problems with in another state. Oh she might have endured the pinching and the smacking but she would have been terrified although excited in another mental state. In this one she never even pulled on the cuffs. No, she didn't test them at all.

She was in a strange world where the pain she felt was so mixed with his pleasure that it all blended together to make her do even deeper into the lovely world he had made for her. His flesh, his moans, his needs replaced her own and she flourished because of it. Her body beaded up in sweat from being worked so hard.

Thighs became slick and ran with honeyed dew for his pleasure. Her body shook for him. She panted and moaned with him. This was stronger in her than any drug she'd ever tried or any amount of drinks she'd ever consumed.

She didn't shy from his tongue when it had been in her cunt or her ass either, she welcomed him in anyway he wished to enter or play with her. Her skin only wanted to further his pleasure.

Though she made sounds, not one word did she utter. She mewed, growled, gasped, grunted and moaned but no she didn't speak, perhaps she couldn't. Perhaps she was too overcome too lost in this world to make words form coherently.

He took her. He took all of her the way he wished and it felt right. She didn't question it. Not even when he picked her up and lay her on the bed in that classic sixty nine position. Not when he had been with his cock up her ass. Still she didn't question something that the normal Gillian would have, could have, never done. She simply did what he wanted because she could feel it.

She felt his excitement building again and it made her happy, oh so very happy. She felt him come and it felt like it was her who came. She lay with her wet hair tangled, her body sweaty and flowing not wondering about anything. Not even about why she didn't taste his salty creamy release in her mouth and throat.

No, there still where no questions. Her body was twitching all over, buzzing with pleasure and throbbing with pain. She began to cry. Sobs took her body then and shook it. Still it took a while for her to know, really know that she were crying. The tears met the sweat and eventually joined together as both traveled down her body.

 

[Straddler]

Gillian took a long time to come down and I held her for at least an hour. She had cried and was exhausted. I hummed and held her to me throughout. She was floating in a sublime place. She had to learn to go in and out. I had to bring her to herself gently and lovingly.

I'm going to clean you up my heart. Then we will get some fresh air. I carried her to her shower, adjusted the water to a comfortable coolness. I placed her palms on the back wall of the shower stall. The water ran down her back and using my palms like a sponge, I cleaned her entire body meticulously, lovingly. I got two white terricloth robes from the closet. I towelled us both off under the heat lamp and put robes on us both.

I lead Gillian to the couch. I put on some music and she lay on the couch, her head on my lap. I played with her hair and told her of a day I had at the beach as a boy. The sand, wind, sun, surf, the little town, the clamming, the cottage.

Then I told Gillian we were going for a walk. We dressed and holding hands we left the brownstone. We strolled for an hour, just window shopping. Stopped for a coffee. When we got back to the apartment, I took Gillian up to my bedroom, she had never been there. It was a large room, there were obvious signs of a female occupant in the room. The vanity filled with creams and bottles, the clothing in the walk in closet. Gillian took these in immediately. Then she saw the pictures on the dresser, pictures of both me and my wife, together or portraits.

She turned to look at me. "Yes, that is my wife. She is also my sub, therefore, she is your sister. Now she is with your husband Mark. She is showing him how to use a sub. They are both coming over tonight. For a visit."

 

[FurryFury]

He was perfect with her. She didn't think on it then but later she did. How could he know just what to do and what not to?

He didn't try to fix the problem or ask her questions? He just held her and comforted her. He just hummed and made her feel solid again.
He simply took care of her. She didn't have to take care of herself for once she was free to cry without being told to stop, to feel without being pushed in one direction or the other. It was something extraordinarily wonderful to Gillian.

He took her to the shower and continued his sweet attentions, soothing her, cleaning her, making her feel treasured and safe. Under the heat lamp in his arms and the heavy comfort of the terry cloth robe she began to feel just a little more like herself. She turned her face up to him and kissed him so gently, like a flower being kissed by the rays from the sun. Gillian smiled and sighed.

"Wow." She said softly. They moved to the living room. Resuming the familiar positions on that couch of exploration and learning. He told her a story, his voice was like a gentle soothing caress all by itself but his hands also continued to play with her hair and calm her.

The walk was lovely. The crisp fresh air rejuvenated her in a way. She had a lot of questions about what they had done and what they were doing but she pushed them aside for now. There's plenty of time for that, she thought. Gillian just wanted to enjoy the moment. Just a little longer she told herself feeling the wind on her skin and his fingers laced in hers.

The coffee was warm, creamy and full of sugar. She loved it. Gillian realized that she was buoyant. She was simply full of joy. It was a rare thing for her, something she did not want to let go of.

Back at the brownstone she felt excited and curious about what would happen next. The questions she had started to boil up inside her begging for release and answers. Still she tried to remain calm and just enjoy the moment.

He took her to his bedroom. Her eyes drifted onto the small details. A pen and ink on the wall, a woman's picture. Her heart felt a stab. It was fear and shock she realized. She saw other signs and heard his words. Her mouth opened and closed several times. Her skin felt both hot and cold.

She began to shake her head no.

She began to back up.

Gillian was scared now and truly horrified.

She hadn't thought of Mark in a day or two. How could that be? What kind of woman was she?

And Mark, he was with someone else? How could he? God!

How could Joseph for that matter? How could he call her his heart and make her feel . . . so much, but send his wife . . . how could he be married? Her face felt warm as if bees were all over it.

How could he send his wife to another? She felt so cold.

The world that she had come to accept was being pulled out from under her feet.

How could this be?

What did it all mean?

She felt like she was going to be sick. She had to get out of here now. Gillian felt an intense need to hide. She would hide so no one would know what she had done and become or how stupid she was. Yes. That's what she must do.

Right after she threw up. She bolted for the nearest toilet and heaved tears stinging her eyes as that bittersweet coffee and everything else she had consumed today came up with a vengeance.

 

[Straddler]

Gillian emerged from the bathroom. She was a mess, emotionally, physically. “You have choices, my heart.” She opened her mouth to protest and I placed a finger over her lips. My tone was commanding and dominant. Slowly purposefully I gave her a command. “Eyes down.” She clicked into obedience.

“You will go to your room and calm yourself. You will strip naked and I will wait for you on the couch. If you come out naked you will assume the learning position. If you come out clothed. I will call you a taxicab. Take your time. I will be waiting. You are a sub my heart, you find bliss in pleasing. I am a dom. I find bliss in controlling caring for, loving a sub. Your Mark is also a dom. It is his natural inclination. He will never find happiness, find himself until he becomes what he is. You will never find happiness or find yourself until you become what you are.
You were steeped in conventional morality when you came in here. Your mind was chaos of questions and judgements. The victim of your relentless mind was yourself. I have shown you what you can be. I have given you a tiny glimpse of what you are. Mark is finding out who he is. Now your old morality has reared its head. You have made yourself physically ill. A dom will press you, challenge you. You are to please and submit. When you can do that you will remain in bliss. The dom will never stop asking for things that you imagined you could never do. Never accept. But you prove yourself by accepting. Bliss is not found by the addition of anything but by the subtraction of everything. Do you think that even if you accept this that the challenges are over? I will have to invent a new challenge. I must push your boundaries. You must submit. You must step out of self and seek only to please me.

Mark is learning to take you to that place you were in today. That blessed sub space. You are to please me and when you are with him you are to please him. He will test you also. Again and again. You are my heart because I have to love you unthinkingly in order to take you where you want to go. My wife is a sub as you are. I never stop pushing her I never stop loving her. I am father to you both, that is why you are sister subs. Mark is learning to love you. I already love you as my own heart. Go to your room, you have a decision to make.”

 

[FurryFury]

She was so sick. It was like a fever had suddenly come over her. It was ravishing her body and making her feel weak.

Just a short while ago everything had made sense and felt right.

Now it was all wrong, so wrong. Gillian thought, as she threw up the last of her stomach's contents. Her retching didn't stop though, she was dry heaving now. The smell of her own vomit was in her nose, the taste in her mouth but now all that came out was a tiny amount of clear bubbled fluid.

When it finally stopped she was miserable. The world didn't make any sense to her. She wanted to die.

She rinsed her mouth, and face, blew her nose on some toilet tissue then came back out full of anger and questionsm but for some reason she didn't really want to ask her questions or fight, she just wanted to disappear.

“You have choices, my heart.” He said.

Her eyes went up to him, how could he say that? How could he think anything would help this? How could he speak at all? Gillian started to speak but he placed a finger over her lips. His tone brooked no arguments and truthfully, she was more comfortable not speaking because there were no possible answers for her anger or questions.

Joseph gave her no chance to speak anyway. He was so in control. She didn't understand it but he was. She searched for answers on his face while her's grew pink and embarrassed for some reason she couldn't define.

"Eyes down.” He told her.

Just like that she complied. It was a relief to do so. She didn't want him looking at her and if she didn't look at him perhaps he wasn't watching her. Maybe he wasn't look at her, seeing her shame. She took a shaky breath. Yes, this was better, she felt safer and calmer now.

She listened to his words her heart and mind were feeling too full of chaos to really take them all in but she tried. She turned her face away squeezing her eyes together, the pain was too fresh, the shame too sharp.

When he was done and had said his piece she still stood there for a moment, filtering his words through her confused brain, trying to make sense of his words. When she saw her way out in those words, she fled to her room. There she cried some more, big heaving sobs, which she normally would never do, again came from her. She curled into a ball around her pillows and rocked trying to think, trying to reason. What should she do?

What was Mark doing with Joseph's wife? Oh God, this was bad. She shook her head and cried some more until no more tears would come and the crying was only ragged sounds torn from her throat.

If she understood right, what he had said, she was doomed. Mark and she would never make it unless she did this. Now, though, she loved him. Her love had been changed from Mark to Joseph and that was wrong wasn't it? What if Mark's love had changed as well. It had to have unless men were just different or Doms were. Her "sister" the little whore, might be in love with Mark though. This made her sick to think of. Gillian was a whore too now. How much she hated herself.

After a time though she thought about what she had felt here. God help her, she wanted more of it. She not only wanted it, she needed it. No, no, that could not be, but it but was.

So what were her real choices? If she left and Joseph was right, she and Mark would break up. Joseph would be done with her too. She would leave with nothing.

If she stayed? Well if she stayed she might hate herself at times and wonder what the hell she was doing. If she stayed Mark might still leave her and Joseph might get bored with her, but it was more likely that at least, for a while, she could have these bits of magical freedom and pleasure here. These things she had found here and now hungered for.

The other woman? That was scary. She was a complete unknown in the equation.

Gillian shivered and wondered what to do. She was hurt and seething. She was scared.

She cleaned herself up. It had to be done whether she left or stayed. She was a mess again. It seemed like she was always a mess here. Everywhere else she was in charge but here she was always a mess. Was that a sign?

After cleaning up she drank some water from the facet. She felt so dry and tired. Gillian had a headache that wouldn't stop and heartache that pounded in her chest.

Sitting on the bed she looked around the room. If she left there would be little to take with her. She hadn't brought much. Soon this would all seem like a strange dream, good or bad, that she had imagined, but her life would never be the same.

She pushed her hair off her face and sighed. Deep down she had known it all along. The right path was wrong. The wrong path was right.

Her fingers worked the buttons and zippers. She folded her clothes carefully and knelt by the bed. She tented her hands and pressed them on her forehead and against the bed. She didn't pray in words. She had no words. It was more like meditation.

Taking calming breaths like that, she prepared herself. Slowly she felt herself become as ready as she could be, for the nearly blinding terror of what might come next. Her acceptance of what she needed, of what she hoped it would lead to, was nothing short of foolish or miraculous.

She hoped that each bit of pain would bring her also more freedom and more pleasure. If this destroys my world, then my world was never mine. Layers, she thought, he is tearing layers off of me.

She stood and closed her eyes again taking deep calming breaths. Then before she could stop herself, she walked back out to the living room not looking at him, but feeling him there. She assumed what he called the learning position and waited. Once again, she didn't know what she waited for. Once again, she felt it simply didn't matter.

 

[Straddler]

I let Gillian kneel before me and just looked down at her for a long while. The pleading offering position itself would settle her, calm her. Eevntuall I pulled her head into my pants covered crotch,"kiss."

She kissed my cock through the material. "More feeling" I pulled her head back into my crotch. I needed her to return to subjugation. "With absolute love." I pulled her into me once more. "with ADORATION". I held her head against my cock and she moved her head slowly, tenderly, expressing all she could with her kiss.

"You have to feel with my cock to lose yourself my heart. To do that you have to surrender all. I am your everything. My cock, my lust is your only thoght your only will. If I ask you to spread your legs and openly masturbate
in a crowded subway car, you will do it. Whatever, my twisted lust demands, you will do it. Surrender, I will keep pushing you and you will go deeper and deeper into bliss."

I reached down and shifted her so that she rested her cheek on my cock and gave her the pillow to sit on. I handed her the anal beads once more and a jar of lubricant. She spread the gel over the beads, shifted her weight and inserted the anal beads. I then settled her back down and into her previous position. I bent to kiss the top of her head. "Oh my lovely, lovely heart." I played with her hair as was my custom and my other hand caressed her cheek, traced her eyebrows, her lips. We were quiet for a long time. On occasion I would fondle her nipples, cup her breasts, draw cirlcles round her navel, tickle her newly shaven cunt. I hummed as my little kitten snuggled into me.

After a hypnotic hour or so I lifted her into my arms and carried her up the stairs. There is a long stainless steel table against the wall. I moved it into the center of the room with my foot. I set the breaks on the table legs. I set Gillian on her feet and rested her hands on the table. From the closet I brought a long terry cloth beach towel. I placed it on the table then lifted her and placed her belly down on the table top. From the closet I fetched various oils and lotions. I came back to Gillian and began to give her a deep tissue massage. I began with the large area of her back. My trained hands began kneading in a with muscle penetration, I began with just the heel of my hand applying full body weight strokes one hand over the other. Soon I went to the knuckle technique and the cross muscle penetration. Then to the fist and deep finger pentration. She moaned and winced as I found knots in the muscles and tissues. Long held tension and attitudes, physically embedded in her body.

"Pain and release Gillian, feel the pain then the deep relaxation. Let go of all the tension. As I work you physically you follow me spititually. Let go."
I worked on her neck and shoulders. The knots and tension were deep and settled in. Down her back, over her ass stretching and penetrating, using the anchor and stretch method, Going with the stretch cross fiber massaging using finger, knuckle, fist, techniques. Penetrating going deeper and deeper into muscle and fibre. The sensations of pain, to absolute relief were a metaphor for Gillian's body. When I finished with her feet. Gillian lay like a rag doll on the table. I oiled her everywhere as I oiled her cunt and her rectum that would tell me. Instead of tightening rather she losened more as I did. She was in deep deep relaxation. Carefully i rolled her over. I oiled her front then worked on the front of her body. I needed care here a gentle Swedish type massage on her breasts and stomach, penetrating only enough to release tensions, but a full work out on arms legs hips."

Gillian was a dish rag when it was through. I rolled her again onto her back. "Your mind has to become like this Gillian, surrendered, devoid of resistance. Feel the physical bliss after the pain. Float there." I knew my words would not register rather they would float and sink more deeply than cognition. I slowly removed the anal beads. She remained relaxed open. I fingered her ass slowly, easily, she undulated almost imperceptively and a deep soul moan lingered and continued in her throat. "Stay where you are my heart. Stay lose in the hips, in the knees, let your lust arise but keep your body in this state. I am going to fuck your soul. I am going to possess you.

I got up on the table one knee on either side of her thighs and slowly inserted my cock up her ass. I left it there and felt her relax under me. I could have inserted two cocks in her she was so relaxed, void of resistance.
I fucked her. She was a limp doll. Her elongated moan emanating from her deep deep chacra told me I was in fact fucking her as she had never been fucked. I was fucking HER. Her core, passed her body and into her self. I was enflamed with this fuck and soon was pumping my flowing sperm deep inside her bowels. She came from deep inside a rippling internal flow like the circles a stone leaves in a pool.

After I lay on her for minutes, my cock, softening inside her. I kissed her neck and shoulders. I got off the table and carried her to the bed. I covered us both and held her close. I kissed her eyes and forehead and held her like a baby.

 

[FurryFury]

She was still in a jumble but trying hard to hold on to the things she most wished for when she waited before him in the learning position. There were so many questions she wanted to ask but there also was too much fear to risk asking them.

Gillian just wasn't at all sure she wanted to know the answers. The possibilities were too scary any direction she looked in her mind. To think that she could have what she wanted, that Mark could have what he wanted and Joseph along with his wife was foolish. To dream of them all getting along and gaining pleasure, even love from it, well, it was something out of a perverted fairy tale. Impossible, her mind whispered at her, simply a pipe dream. Yet, she stubbornly clung to the only hope she could see in all this and remained sitting naked in front of him as he had told her to do waiting.

As she waited, she worked at getting calmer. She worked at not questioning but it was hard for her with so much to be worried about. The calm came to her but not fully, not as much as she needed.

Joseph was watching her, at least she assumed he was. She figured he was reading her too though how he could she had no idea. He seemed to have that extraordinary gift though at least with her and probably with his wife as well. After a while he pulled at her and commanded not once but three times he commanded her. She kissed and kissed as he told her until she felt more settled, more open and free. How could he know what this would do to her? The thought slipped through her mind like smoke then dissipated as if it never had been. She smiled into the fabric of his pants and felt better.

When Joseph talked about masturbating in public she shivered her mind recoiling at the wrongness of that to her sensibilities. Gillian started to shake her head no but then just rubbed it when she was reminded by the fabric where her head was. He probably didn't mean that. It was only an example surely. It would be wrong in involve the public like that in their bent ways. The fabric, his body that should could feel through it, his touch, and his voice
all helped her calm again.

He gave her a pillow, the beads and the lube. Gillian felt relieved at all of those things. She felt a surge of hope in her heart. He was still with her, using her and for some reason that make her happy. She couldn't understand why but it was simply true she hungered for that.

How long they stayed that way, him playing with her body as if he owned it, her nuzzling against him hiding from the real world, she couldn't tell. The cadence of his pulse thrummed through her. His breath rhythms soothed her. She rested inside of these and continued to wait no longer afraid because it was like being in another world again.

Time drifted by like waves rippling gently. Gillian calmed and rested the beads clenched in her ass which felt very full and very wet. She drifted like the waves, taking some deep breaths, not worrying about anything for a bit.

He pulled her up later, and picked her up in his arms. She was cradled against him like a small child. Joseph walked up the stairs with her in his arms like it wasn't a burden, a weight on him. She had to smile, her face nuzzling against his shirt to hide a bit. Her emotions were too strong at that moment to be faced.

The table didn't look pleasant but he moved it and put her hands on it. She stood as he placed her forcing herself not to get into the chaos of the question mode. A part of herself she was learning to dislike intensely.

Still this room and the things in it filled her with fear. She watched him put the big long fluffy towel on the cold steel table. That at least looked less frightening. He put her on the table then walked around the room retrieving things none of which to her relief and surprise looked scary.

He began of all things a massage. She groaned and put her head down on the towel. Her body was so tense at first but he seemed to really know what he was doing. Gillian had previously had a few professional massages in her life but none of them were like this.

"Pain and release Gillian, feel the pain then the deep relaxation. Let go of all the tension. As I work you physically you follow me spiritually. Let go." Joseph intoned or perhaps he simply thought it and she caught his thought in her mind? She smiled at the whimsical thought.

This massage sometimes hurt but most of the time it felt wonderful, healing. It also felt like he was taking the soul and heart callouses away. Joseph was rubbing those hard brittle places into smooth liquid things. He was making her new so she wasn't closed off and unfeeling just to protect herself and her world. He was her world now. She didn't have to put up shields or deny what she wanted and needed anymore. He was stripping her of all that hard-boiled resistance and she loved it.

Gillian melted on that table. Her mind lolled and everything felt right again. He worked her body in this non threatening mostly non sexual way until she was simply floating again.

"Your mind has to become like this Gillian, surrendered, devoid of resistance. Feel the physical bliss after the pain. Float there." He said. His words fell warm and gently into her ears but she didn't think them through and could not respond with words at all. Those eluded her as did the will to use them or the energy perhaps that it would take.

He took the beads out but nothing seemed to matter right then to her. She felt heavy and loose, opening and willing. His finger inside her tiny hole felt so good, so good and she moaned a long deep moan like an animal. Her eyes closed again, she floated even more.

Joseph was saying something again but she wasn't sure what.

" I am going to fuck your soul. I am going to possess you." She heard. A ripple of excitement and pleasure frissoned through her nerves but her body remained limp. He moved over her and took her ass then, slowly so slowly that she might have begged him to go faster had she the words to use.

When he was fully inside her and moving she began to moan, her eyes rolling up her throat stretching and extending growling out the ripples of sensations he was causing inside her.
She came with him, it was so overwhelming to her that she simply couldn't stop moaning and making a whining growl until she shuddered through the last of it.

He pulled out of her, picked her up and cuddled her in the bed like his child. There were no questions now just the most wonderful feeling of all. She smiled in her bliss. Her eyes were not focusing on anything. Gillian was content in his arms under the covers. She felt weak, elated and cherished.

 

[Straddler]

I lay with Gillian for two hours. Neither of us spoke. Today I was fucking Gillian's soul. Finally I rose from the bed. She watched my every move. Following me about the room, questions gone, just following my every move. I might want something. Ask for something. I took a 4x4 lamb skin rug from the cupboard and placed it on the floor before her. Looking at her I undid my pants and removed them, I removed socks and underwear, then finally pulled my t-shirt over my head.

I sat cross legged on the floor looking at her and allowing my cock to harden in anticipation of fucking her soul still more deeply. She lay on her side and watched me. I found my pulse in my neck with the finger tips of my right hand. Then I began to breath in time with my self. 1,2,3,4, beats of inhale, 1,2, 3, 4 beats of exhale. I stared into her eyes as I found then maintained my body rhythms, my breathing pattern. Without me telling her she began to fall into sychronized breathing with me.

I opened up my legs. Knees bent feet flat on the floor. I patted the floor in front of me while staring into her eyes. She understood and sat in front of me. "Keep eye contact." Watching my growing cock had moistened Gillian enough to allow me to position her. I placed each of her thigs over mine and pulled her hips into me my cock sunk into her as I slowly pulled her till our pubes met. she was wide open and riding high on my thighs. "Don't move." I commanded her. My cock stretched her entire cunt sunk in deeply as It was. "Do as I do" I flexed the muscle of my cock. squeezing and releasing my rectum and my cock bounced, expanded, jumped insde her subtly deeply. I made no visible movement. She blinked and looked at me in amazement. Then she began to squeeze back, she had figured it out. She was going to have her first Tantric fuck. We stared at each other.

"We must become one my heart. Breath with me. Do as I do." Perfectly still we began to fuck each other. My hands then began to roam her body , up and down her back. She did the same to me. "We are searching out cool spots. When you find one rub and massage till it becomes warm. Face, scalp, underarms, ear lobes everywhere, my heart; don't think explore, search. Keep eye contact. You feel for me. I will feel for you. We become one. We fuck each others souls, our hearts.

The twitching cock and cunt stopped intermittently. It was exhausting if kept up for too long. Then we just breathed together. My cock deep with in her. For at least an hour we stayed like that. caressing, fucking, sinking into each other. Varying from pulsing our cock and cunt together, to still penetration.

Then I began to twitch my thigh muscles. An impercievable motion but to us then sensitive to the slightest movement, twitch of each other it felt like long, pounding strokes. Soon I felt my balls boiling and the pressure from Gillians cunt grew dramatically intense, what seemed violent to me in my state.

To an onlooker we were still. To us we were thrashing wildly inside each others beings. I began to cum and remained still. I felt her spasming cunt cumming with me. Deeply, deeply, into her eyes. She into mine. We joined in the whiteness of the cum and the darkness of her cunt. Ying and yang, lingam and yoni. The conjunctium oppositorum.

I had fucked Gillian's soul. Her SELF. After my cock softened in her I kissed her kissed her as one would kiss ones own being. I carried her downstairs onto our beloved couch. I lay her out and rested her head on my lap. We were both naked She closed her eyes and floated.

 

[FurryFury]

She lay with him like that for a while. She didn't really know how long but only that it felt so good to do that right now. When he got up she watched him intently. He was once again, her whole world.

To watch him move was like watching art made before her eyes. To see him take off his clothes and get down to his skin took her breath away. It made her tighten all over her body. The anticipation of what he might want from her was a wonderful thing.

When he sat on the rug naked. Gillian wanted to reach out to him but she didn't. She waited for his signal as her eyes feasted on his flesh which was becoming hard before her eyes.

She stayed on her side but her body no longer felt as languid as she appeared to. She was ready to rise up, open up and do anything he wanted of her as soon as she saw a signal from him.

Her breathing and his became like one living thing as she lay there. They stared into one another's eyes. Gillian didn't really understand that she had slipped into his breathing pattern. She only feel excited though calm and peaceful. Finally he made a motion to her. She went to him.

"Keep eye contact." He said.

He positioned her legs over his thighs and pulled her down on top of his cock. Joseph sank in so easily it was like she were still melted butter. She was so happy he wanted this from her and that he filled her emptiness once again. Gillian started to shift her weight a little.

"Don't move." He told her.

She stilled without questions plaguing her and waited. She could feel him so warm and hard inside her. If she had been in charge they would have been moving on one another like wild animals but she wasn't, so she stilled for him.

"Do as I do." Joseph said but he wasn't moving either so she was puzzled. Gillian felt him though. He was moving inside her. He felt so good doing that too but outside he hadn't moved at all. It was wonderful but it was confusing.

WHAT was that? Her mind asked. She let the question flow through her. Gillian didn't let it stick there.

It clicked that he wanted her to do something like what he had. She began to try to move inside her skin. Gillian squeezed to move her vagina. She tried to not move her outside body.

Staring into his eyes she looked for some sign that she had done what he wanted and she found it there. His love, his happiness with her, she saw these there. She felt aglow by what she saw in his steely eyes. They were warm now and more blue than gray.

"We must become one my heart. Breath with me. Do as I do." He told her.

She matched him as well as she could. The feelings they made were so out of proportion to their visible outward movement that it was shocking. What they were doing felt so incredible, she nearly sank into the sensations from the first.

As their hands began to move like dancers on their backs he spoke again.

"We are searching out cool spots. When you find one rub and massage till it becomes warm. Face, scalp, underarms, ear lobes everywhere, my heart; don't think explore, search. Keep eye contact. You feel for me. I will feel for you. We become one. We fuck each others souls, our hearts." He said, sending a rippled shutter through her skin.

They continued for hours or eternity like that. Hands on each other's bodies, the squeezing and releasing of their sex organs both made her lose herself in his space. It felt like they were animals inside pounding and devouring each other. Her mind was set free. Her body too. When she felt him getting closer, when she felt overwhelmed by the sensations, she came.

Her spasms seemed violent to her. Her breath became pants. Her arms stilled and tightened on him as her cunt did. She hung on to him because the maelstrom riding her body felt like it might carry her away. The sweat from their skin mingled and slid along them both.

She held onto him still. Eventually she felt him soften inside her. Gillian was just reacting to him and to her own feelings. These were purely instinctive things she was doing. There were no thoughts or reasoning on a conscious level to do any of these things she did with him now.

He kissed her as if he loved her as deeply as he had just fucked her. She kissed back with every fibre of her being. Again all was right in the world Gillian had found with him.

Again he carried her. Their bodies were still fused. On the couch he held her for a bit. Putting her head in his lap, he resumed playing with her hair and stroking her face. Gillian smiled. She closed her eyes, floating in the sea of his contentment.

 

[Straddler]

I played some Vivaldi and lounged with her, craddling her head on my lap. I would pick up her hand and kiss her palm, send my love through her hand, meld into the strings of Vivaldi. Then I began in a sonorous, vibrating whisper.

“You are mine, Gillian, I own you. I own your body, your heart, your spirit. I will never release you.” I combed my fingers through her hair, my flaccid spent cock lay under her cheek. “Never allow that judgemental creature inside you to question me again. “If I want something that is enough for you. Stay as you are and listen to me. Tonight I will fuck you in front of Mark. Calm yourself. Stay with me, you are my lust. And , he will fuck Mhari in front of us at the same time. STOP IT….I slap your arm hard….STOP IT….again…..STOP IT…………GOOD. You are mine, what right do you have to question me? Float, float, what I want to happen will happen. What I want you to do you will do. Surrender. NOW. …..STOP IT…I slap again…..STOP IT….GOOD. You will experience raw lust like never before my heart. Animal lust….

She lay on my lap my cock began to stir at the thought of her breaking this barrier. STOP IT…….GOOD…. I could feel her neck tighten, and her shoulders draw in even her jaw began to clench as she would begin to question…Yet this time I did not let her stay there. STOP IT….a slap, an internal struggle, a release lasting longer each time…For two hours we fought her internal director. She then had returned to her proper state. My wishes would direct her. I owned her, every fibre of her. She had battled her way into the do as you will, I am your body mode.

I turned on Vivaldi’s seasons and we floated together throughout the symphony…….

 

[FurryFury]

The air was thick with music. Gillian was content. She had no questions or worries while he held her. When he touched her and played with her hair all was right in her world. The music kept her transported.

“You are mine, Gillian, I own you. I own your body, your heart, your spirit. I will never release you.” Joseph said.

She had never heard words that touched her deeper or sweeter than those. She felt warmer and safer.

“Never allow that judgmental creature inside you to question me again."

She shook her head just a fraction agreed with him promising she wouldn't.

“If I want something that is enough for you. Stay as you are and listen to me."

She rubbed her check against his flat cock in agreement.

"Tonight I will fuck you in front of Mark."

Gillian tensed up.

"Calm yourself. Stay with me, you are my lust."

She tried hard, oh so hard to become calm but he continued with his words.

"And , he will fuck Mhari in front of us at the same time."

She shook her head no and tried to get up but Joseph held her in place.

"STOP IT!" He said using actions to reinforce his will on her.

Gillian tried but failed to control her mind. She had to get up now. There was no way she could fuck anyone in front of Mark. There was no way she could bear watching Mark fuck someone else either.

"STOP IT…" He said again. Joseph matched actions to his words demanding she do as he wished.

She calmed a little, no longer feeling the need to flee, but it just wasn't that easy. Her body tensed again cringing at the very thought of what he proposed.

"STOP IT…" Joseph told her. His hands forcing her body and mind to quiet.

"GOOD." He said when she calmed again.

"You are mine."

She nodded her affirmation into his flesh again but her breathing was too rapid still.

"What right do you have to question me?"

Her mind found her questions again. They were only buried in a shallow grave, easy to uncover and resurrect.

"Float, float"

Her breath shuttered as she tried so hard to do as he wished.

"What I want to happen will happen."

She gave one small quick nod to that.

"What I want you to do you will do. Surrender."

Taking deep breaths she tried.

"NOW.…..

Gillian was starting to feel a little better a little calmer but suddenly her feelings rushed back in like a black tide and she tensed again.

"STOP IT…" He slapped her arm again.

She couldn't stop it. Anyone would fight these ideas.

"STOP IT…"

Gillian tried, she really did. She slowed her breathing and took deep breaths.

"GOOD."

You will experience raw lust like never before my heart. Animal lust….

Her mind again intruded with questions and objections. She didn't want to do this thing. There was no way she could do it or bear it. Gillian could feel him getting hard now.

"STOP IT…"

She recoiled and recited her mantra but it was so hard because what he wanted this time was simply wrong. Still, she managed to achieve a little relaxation for him.

"GOOD…"

She realized her teeth were grinding against each other suddenly. The stress was getting to her as it always did. She had broken molars this way. "Just relax your jaw." She told herself over and over.

"STOP IT…"

He pushed her again. For an eternity they struggled together like that to make Gillian quiet and accepting.

Eventually she was floating again in the music and his control of her. It didn't seem possible but she was. Gillian wasn't thinking it all through but her mind had gone quiet. She felt happier this way. She felt like she was more this way. She was his. A quiet joy infused her.

 

[Straddler]

We cooked together, in a now accustomed mode of joint consciousness. We worked with a singleness of purpose in the kitchen. We stroked and caressed each other in an unaffected manner, comfortably, intimately, communicating deeply to one another. We made a chicken salad, so loaded with chicken that the one bowl served as a complete meal. We ate at the table and touched each other’s hands and face as we sipped a dry white wine, which awoke the taste of the chicken.

We were both still naked and had remained so since the afternoon’s Tantric fuck. She did not question their nudity; Gillian thought it the most natural thing in the world. She would reach for him and fondle him as an expression of the ineffable and I would do the same to her. Until.... A knock came to the door.

Gillian's hand shot down to cover her naked, newly shaved sex, MARK... She leapt. Towards her room. She advanced one step and I caught her by the wrist. I smacked her ass so hard that tears came to her eyes, she had not realized just how much power I had in my arms till that smack. "STOP IT".... her mind whizzed flew about like a terrified canary in a falling cage...."STOP IT".... We are both naked.. "STOP IT".... She struggled, fought for some solid ground, for a handle, for her phrase "STOP IT".... Each command was punctuated with a vicious resounding SMACK!!!!!!!

They kept knocking on the door, but I didn't care, didn't hear. It was only her and her reaction that interested me. She needed something to focus on. In a standing position, I bent her around my body. Her across my thigh. I clamped her in place with my left arm and began flailing away at her bottom. Loud ricocheting slaps pinged echoes off the wall. The knocking on the door stopped. They could hear the cracks of my hand on her ass. This wasn't training. It was punishment and a huge battle for Gillian's will. She began screaming, sweating, crying, yet still she struggled for her freedom, her way.

Incredibly I increased the force and the rapidity of the assault. This was the battle which had been brewing all along. She fought on. I had to win and it had to be now and over this. Finally, the screams turned to sobs and she began to plead. Begging, between sobs for an end. Till finally she surrendered. Anything, she promised anything. She went limp again as she had this afternoon. Limp and sobbing. I continued smacking her till she cried, loud openly, giving up everything. I stopped. Mark and Mahri had heard every word, every sound from the apartment. Gillian and I were both aware of that.

I sat on a dinning room chair at the table and placed her between my legs. She slumped over sobbing. I picked her head up and looked into her face. "Tonight, I want to show off my heart to the others. You will not displease me. If you do I will dismiss the pair of them and send you to your room. Then, I will deal with you after they are gone. I want to be proud of my beloved heart. Breathe with me...... Look at me.....Float in your sensations....Keep your eyes on me...My will is your will....I bent and kissed her forehead and then on each eyelid. I lifted her to her feet and led her to the door. I nodded my head at the handle. Open it my heart....."

 

[FurryFury]

Dinner went well after the storm of worry and doubt passed lulled by his touches, his demands and the music. They cooked together. They played a game together teasing and feeding each other. They touched one another affectionately. It seemed they were almost perfectly matched. There was peace in everything they did until the knock on the door came.

Gillian felt fear and shame well up in her. One hand went to her mound, the other along with her arm tried to cover her nakedness. It was like in the Garden of Eden when the two had been cast out suddenly nakedness felt wrong.

She started to head back to her room, to her clothes or to hide, she wasn't sure which. He caught her before she could get two steps. He held her fast. Joseph began to spank her hard. This was harder than ever before. It made her feel disconsolate that he seemed mad at her. Why couldn't he see how wrong all this was?

She struggled to get away. Her misery turned to anger aiding her fight. She couldn't believe this was happening. Mark and Joseph's wife were on the other side of the door. They could probably hear all this. What would they think? Gillian couldn't stop fighting though. She just couldn't. She had to fight.

He pinned her and yelled at her. He punished her faster and harder. She cried and screamed at him trying, always trying to get away. Mark couldn't see her like this. She couldn't see Mark and some strange woman like this. She didn't want to. How could she want to see some woman Mark was fucking?

Her feelings were a tempest that blew both hot and cold feeding on itself to make a greater storm. She felt wrong for so many reasons, wrong for fighting, wrong for not fighting more were only two it was an endless battle.

Gillian felt that she had let Mark down. She felt she had let Joseph down. Not only that she had let down herself, parents and society. She continued to scream and fight. It made no difference as far as she could tell. He just kept on. Telling her what he demanded of her and spanking her.

Finally she went limp like a miserable unloved rag doll in a down pour. Her face was red and tear streaked. Her bottom must surely be red as well. She promised anything. Just please stop, she begged. Her low keening sometimes had no words by the time he stopped his efforts.

He sat on a chair acting as if they had all the time in the world but they both knew who was waiting. Joseph didn't seem to care about that. He placed her between his legs and pulled her face up as if she were the only thing important to him in the whole world. Her husband wasn't important, it seemed or his wife. No, it was just the two of them.

He stroked her face and spoke to her as if she were the only thing in his world. Her heart flipped. The beat of it quickened.

"Tonight, I want to show off my heart to the others. You will not displease me. If you do I will dismiss the pair of them and send you to your room. Then, I will deal with you after they are gone. I want to be proud of my beloved heart. Breathe with me...... "

She took deep calming breaths with him. He certainly didn't seem to need it but she did.

"Look at me....."

She looked into his face with her tear stained green eyes.

"Float in your sensations....Keep your eyes on me...My will is your will...."

She was starting to feel better. This couldn't be real but it was slowly feeling better, almost right.

He kissed her forehead and her eyelids gently, so very gently. He lifted her up to her feet. He led her to the door, then nodded at the handle.

She didn't want to open that door. Not now looking how she must, no, not ever. Yet, he willed her to do so.

"Open it my heart....."

Gillian's hand reached for the knob, her were eyes searching his face. She slowly opened the door her very spirit trembling.

 

[Straddler]

Mark stood at the door with Mahri. Mark was dressed casually but smartly a handsome man ten years Joseph's junior. He had insightful eyes and they were wide with surprise at seeing Joseph and Gillian naked at the door. He had learned much about the relationship he ached for from Mahri. He assumed that Gillian would have learned much also or she would have run home that first night. He was still surprised that she had not. Joseph after asking him a million questions about her, stories about her, details, on details, had predicted she would stay. "As I see a dormant Dom in you Mark, There is a sub lying in wait inside our Gillian." Yet, there stood his wife naked, her cunt shaven leaning into the naked man at her side and welcoming them inside. Mark's cock rose with his emotions. The scene was more erotic to him than anything he had ever seen.

Mahri wore black bootcut jeans with open toed heels, she wore a grey silk blouse lose fitting with a scoop neck. She wore no bra and her small pert breasts pressed against the revealing silk, her nipples erect. She was slender and the same age as Gillian, she had a lion's mane of Celtic red hair and greeny blue eyes.... A tight, athletic, almost elfin body. She waited for Mark to direct her into the room. He familiarly placed a hand on her back and guided her into the room. The door was closed.With her head turned downward she glanced up at Mark.

"May I please?" she asked him shyly.

"Yes." Mark nodded and spoke his consent. Mahri stepped into and hugged Joseph, kissed his naked chest then retreated back to Mark's side. Gillian felt my hand on the small of her back. She hugged Mark kissed then I took her hand and pulled her back to my side.

"Mahri, this is your sister Gillian." I introduced the pair of them. Mahri shocked Gillian by stepping up to her and kissing her lips. But much more of a shock was the kiss itself. Mahri was pliant, in her kiss she was offering herself , a dark inviting pool of bliss pulling Gillian inside. Her body melded to Gillian’s her mind and soul opened asking to be entered to be taken . I am yours. I am for you. It spoke more loudly than any words Gillian had ever heard. Gillian floated into her. There was no bottom to this well. Josheph and Mark eased the women apart but both were deeply affected by the other and reached for each other with their core as they settled back to place.

Mahri, undid her jeans and wriggled out of them and her panties. She stepped out of her shoes and pulled the silken blouse over her head. She waited for Mark who quickly stripped. She took all of the discarded clothing and placed them on the table then Mark lead her to the overstuffed arm chair and Joseph lead Gillian to the couch. Mahri settled on the floor between Mark’s legs she rested her head on his thigh and hugged his leg to her.

Gillian was brought to sit between Joseph’s legs and Joseph played with her hair.

 

[FurryFury]

Gillian could feel Mark there staring at her. She imagined he was horrified. If not because of what Joseph had just done to her, then for how she looked or possibly the fact that Joseph had to correct her at all. Gillian could only wonder but she could not look at her husband and certainly not the lady with him.

That lady had a hint of gardenia blossoms on her skin and perhaps musk. The fragrance though faint almost made Gillian smile. It was a heavenly warm safe bouquet to Gillian. Mahri's perfume is what the Garden of Eden must have smelled like she thought to herself.

She didn't look at either Mahri or Mark. Her eyes remained on Joseph's. She was afraid. She was drowning in fear. Out of the corner of her eyes she could make out that Mark had touched Mahri, what they were wearing and how elegant Mahri seemed to be but she tried to concentrate on Joseph. She wanted to pretend that it was still just the two of them.

Gillian needed to pretend that she didn't look like the mess she must be. She needed to not have a rival just now. She kept repeating her mantra, the one Joseph had taught her, almost desperately. Hell, she was feeling so desperate and so scared. Only Joseph and the training he had given her kept her there, kept her from running out of there and hiding. Her soul took turns taking calm flights and churning furiously looking for a way out.

Mahri asked Mark for permission to greet her own husband. Gillian flinched at that. She hadn't asked. She really didn't even want to. Her anger, fear and embarrassment made her want to ignore the other two. Just like that Joseph pushed her toward Mark. Now that he had his wife back he didn't want Gillian and her heart broke at the thought.

Joseph was pushing her toward Mark with his hand in the small of her back but she didn't want to go. The worry threatened to burst out of her and detonate on them all if she touched Mark. If she broke contact with Joseph. Mahri had already moved away from Joseph but now Gillian was pushed into Mark's arms.

She trembled there even as she hugged him tight and kissed him as if he were her food and she were starving. She felt sobs well up inside her. She wanted to beg for forgiveness for understanding but before she could say a word Joseph was touching her again and pulling her back to his side.

Her emotions pulled at her. She met Joseph's eyes looking for help. Gillian had to calm down or she was going to do something horrible she just knew it.

"Mahri, this is your sister Gillian." Joseph said looking at his wife. Suddenly Mahri was against her kissing her. Gillian felt Mahri on a level she had never felt anyone else. It was almost as if Mahri was interested in Gillian as a sexual being but it was more than that. There was a sense of surrender to Gillian too.

Her hands came up and her fingers tightened around Mahri's arms pulling her even closer holding her there. Joseph and Mark pulled them apart but it was clear the women didn't want that at all. Each let it happen though. This all added to Gillian's feelings of chaos and disorientation. She rubbed her lips against one another feeling Mahri's kiss again in her mind. Gillian ran her tongue over her lips tasting Mahri there. This at least kept her from worrying about Mark or Joseph for a while. This new thing that she felt a surprising hunger for stunned her.

She now watched Mahri undress. Every single movement and thing about Mahri drew her. Mark too undressed and with that occurrence all of Gillian's fears came rushing back at her. She tried to fight them. Echoing her mantra as Joseph brought her into her learning position and played with her hair.

Gillian noted Mahri and Mark in similar positions near them. She no longer knew how to feel about them or herself. She looked into Joseph's eyes and took deep breaths. This is strange magic she thought before returning to the broken record of her mantra. She tried to etch it so deep in her own brain that it would become like air to her, natural and pure.

 

[Straddler]

I reached down and took Gillian under the arms and raised her onto my lap. I nodded to Mark and he raised Mahri into the same position. I bent Gillian's head towards me and kissed her lovingly. "Oh my beautiful little heart, I whispered into her hair, "Don't embarrass us. Subtract everything. Float in sensation." I took her hand and guided it to my cock. I slid my right hand up her thigh and found her moist clit, and gently rolled it between my thumb and fingers. With my left hand I reached up and took her chin in my palm. I moved her head toward Mark and Mahri, who were performing a mirror imitation of our movements. I felt Gillian's mind race. I slapped her hard on the thigh..."STOP IT....GOOD GIRL! Look at them, don’t stop the emotions let them enflame you....LOVE....JEALOUSY.....NEED....LUST.....DON'T THINK BUT FEEL...USE YOUR SENSATIONS......" Gillian fought to obey.

I slapped her and demanded that she stop it twice more before she gained control of herself. My fingers had entered her drenched pussy and I manipulated her G-spot with my second finger and my thumb applied a rolling circular pressure to her clit. She squeezed my cock in a vice like grip and began to pump it with lust. I flipped Gillian around so that her legs straddled mine, then I pulled her high up onto my stomach. My cock stood like a pole between her open legs, my two hands massaged her mound and her pushed down on her cunt. "Fuck me." I ordered. Gillian turned her head down and took my rampant cock in her hands. She inserted it in her soaking puss. "Ride it, my heart." I whispered to her. "Look how beautiful Mahri looks riding Marks cock. Use it my heart. Use your emotions. Don't think. Let them set you afire."

The two women stared at each other and began to ride the cocks in unison. " Oh fuck me!....Oh fuck yes..." Mahri cried. Gillian echoed her and they continued spurring each other on. Mahri reached down and took Marks balls in her hands stroking and fondling them as she fucked. Gillian did the same thing.

Mahri rode with abandon, her lidded passion filled eyes peered deeply into Gillian's soul and she spoke to her as she fucked...." I want you Gillian..." she said. I slid my cock out of Gillian's cunt quickly lubed my cock and slid it into Gillian's ass. Mark performed the same move on Mahri and we fucked the two women with increased force and passion. Keeping my cock in Gillian I pushed her to the carpet. She was spread on all fours and I continued to fuck her doggy style. Mark and Mahri did the same thing and Gillian and Mahri's faces were less than a foot apart. Mahri stared wantonly into Gillian's eyes.

I started to slap Gillian's ass as I fucked her. Both girls were receiving the same treatment. I was ready to explode from the passion and lust in the room. I could only see Mahri’s face. Her eyes were searching into Gillian. She had that look of offering that she gets. She was giving herself, surrendering to Gillian, offering her being. She bit her lower lip and started to cum. I felt Gillian’s body ripple at the same time. I then lost the ability to observe as I came in a gut wrenching orgasm. Slapping and pumping my sperm deeply into Gillian’s ass. After furious minutes we collapsed on each other. Mark and Mahri were equally spent lying across from us on the rug………

 

[FurryFury]

Gillian wanted to touch Mahri again but now they were apart. Now Mahri was with Mark, Gillian's husband. That was wrong.

Joseph raised her to his lap. She went with it but her heart burned with jealousy, she turned her face away from them. If she could just focus on Joseph, then maybe she could do this. She just needed to lose herself the way he sometimes made her do. His kiss helped so much. She returned it, falling as deeply as she could into the feeling of their lips together, tongues moving against one another. It was good, soothing and exciting to her. This could work if she just stayed in this dark cool place.

"Oh my beautiful little heart, I whispered into her hair, "Don't embarrass us. Subtract everything. Float in sensation." He told her.

A tiny smile pulled up the corners of her mouth. Yes, she could do that. His hand moved hers to his cock. It felt solid and smooth. She rubbed it and felt more grounded, more peaceful.

He was moving her clit between his fingers. She uttered a little cry of excitement. Her whole being was there with him, only him.

Joseph moved her face toward them. She didn't open her eyes. If she looked at them she would tear something or someone up. Gillian knew she would be ugly if she watched them. Her arousal would fade being replaced by pain. This was wrong.

She couldn't help it. She had to look. Her eyes were pulled open. She saw them and winced. Oh God! Mark was with Mahri! They were naked and doing everything she and Joseph were. She felt the pain slap her face, felt the anger well up in her. Her mind's director took over in a split second. She felt Joseph slap her thigh hard enough to get her attention.

"STOP IT....GOOD GIRL! Look at them, don’t stop the emotions let them enflame you....LOVE....JEALOUSY.....NEED....LUST.....DON'T THINK BUT FEEL...USE YOUR SENSATIONS......" He told her.

This was impossibly hard for Gillian. She tried but knew it was never going to work. Joseph kept on demanding of her things she would never be able to do no matter how hard she tried. Yet, she felt herself slip into the floating mode he insisted on.

His fingers were now inside her. She was stroking his cock as if it were her own. Her eyes were still on her husband and Joseph's wife. Her mind was shouting orders behind the clouds she was now floating on. There was a division there but it was as thin as rice paper. If it torn she would become insane, we can't let it tear, she felt all of that but refused to think it clearly, letting herself continue in this space as she felt she should.

She was turned around. Gillian put Joseph inside her and rose up on her legs then down on him. He made her watch Mahri doing the same thing with Mark. It seemed like they were almost racing now. Fuck faster, fuck better, just make it keep going. Her body and Mahri's blended in her mind. Mark's body and Joseph's became one in her heart.

The pulsing in her cunt and clit grew as she fondled Joseph's balls and begged like some porno queen for more. Mahri was now part of Gillian in a way. She felt that way until Mahri spoke.

" I want you Gillian..." she said.

"Oh God!" Gillian cried without thinking. "I want you too, Mahri!" Gillian nearly came at that moment. She was panting and so close that it was delicious but that is when things changed again.

Joseph pulled out of her pussy and soon was pushing into her ass. She screamed when he first entered her. He pushed her down on the carpet. Looking at Mark she could see he was doing the same thing with Mahri.

The were all so close. Her boobs were bouncing as Joseph fucked her ass. Mahri's looked perfect as they did the same thing. She knew Mahri's nipples had to be rubbing against the carpet every time Mark stroked in. They were both feeling the same sensations.

Joseph started slapping her ass, making her bounce more and wiggle. Her body was going to explode any minute. She wanted to kiss Mahri as it did. They couldn't reach each other though.

There was something so appealing in Mahri's eyes. She wanted to grab her but her ass was being pounded by cock and hand. It was all she could do to not collapse on the floor. Her body was suddenly lost in the waves of searing liquid heat. She surfed the sensations, hearing everyone come almost at once.

Joseph's cock grew bigger, his excitement as he came made her climb higher too. Gillian was beyond this world now. In an ocean of heated pleasure that only contained two who were four.

When they all collapsed onto the rug, Gillian panted for a minute. Sliding out from under Joseph, their wet skin pulling at her. She pulled herself to over Mahri. Kissing her lips gently at first, then rougher, her tongue pushed into Mahri's mouth. Gillian began moaning again.