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CHAPTER 2: A NIGHT OF RE-COMMITMENT
The days that followed our trip to Albuquerque were exciting even though we remained at home. Nick reminded of earlier times when I came to live with him, times when I was playing with the idea of being a submissive to the man I desperately loved and wanted to be a part of his life. He reminded me how I teased him with my nakedness and wearing erotic nightgowns or a thong, thigh-high stockings and heels. I remembered well and I felt myself blush at the exhibition I presented to him then. I blushed and I felt the tingle of excitement as I anticipated his coming instructions and conditions for our ‘normal’ life at home.
During the workweek, when he came home, he wanted me dressed in some form of erotic wear, which was to be thigh-highs and heels as a minimum. He felt the ‘dressing up’ would lend a deliberate attitude to my greeting him in the evening and our interaction during the evening. I was a pretty good cook and committed to having a good meal prepared or arranged for his arrival. It was agreed that he held some responsibility for notifying me if he were to be late so I could adjust to keep the meal warm.
During the day, I should wear whatever was appropriate for my activities outside the house. As long as I was inside the house or the confines of the backyard, he wanted me naked. A twist he added for my time at home was for Harley. Being naked with him, I was to be available to him for mating at all times as I was to Nick when he was home.
Then, he presented to me the 2 toys he had given me some time before to increase my stimulation during the day and as he required at other times. The vibrating egg for my pussy and vibrating bullet for my ass were given to me again for use when he wanted them to be. The when and at what desired level would be provided to me by text messages throughout the day.
After only the first day, I found that I needed to have them in my purse when I went out shopping when I received a text and looked down to see it was from Nick. The text simply said, “Egg, 4”, which meant I was to insert the egg as soon as possible and set the remote to level 4. I texted him back immediately that I was grocery shopping and didn’t think to bring the egg or bullet and the remotes. There had been a few minutes of delay before I received another text, “We will deal with that tonight.”
That night, I nervously waited, for his arrival and then for his reaction. How was he going to ‘deal’ with that? Was I really scared? NO. I knew I could never be really afraid of Nick, but there was that disappointment and what his reaction would be. Would he simply decide our arrangement just wasn’t going to work, almost before it began? I found my reaction to his text telling at so many levels within my psyche. I felt like I had disappointed him and that disappointed me, in turn. I felt that I hadn’t fulfilled my end of the relationship and let him down and I needed to be ever more devoted to pleasing him, doing everything I could to satisfy him, do everything I could to show him that I was his in every way a submissive mate could be: physically, certainly; but, also the heart and mind and soul. It was almost a shock to me, as I busied myself the rest of the day, how that one incident turned me from THINKING about being his submissive to FEELING it as a need.
He was scheduled to be home at 5:30 PM and I had everything timed to be ready. I had Cornish hen baking, wild rice and asparagus ready to be done the same time as the hens. I had a white wine chilling in the refrigerator and some French Vanilla ice cream for after. With everything in order, I moved to get myself ready with a shower, makeup and picking an outfit for the night.
When I heard the garage door going up, I slipped my feet into my white heels and walked to the hallway leading to the garage with a bourbon on the rocks for him. I stood at the end of the hall dressed in a floor length white, sheer negligee with sheer bodice and separation in the front. When I moved, it parted in front, exposing my naked body underneath. I matched that with white, sheer stockings, leaving the thong in the dresser drawer. As he entered the door, I allowed Harley to greet him, then I moved forward to take the backpack he used for a briefcase, and handed him the drink. I leaned in for a hug and kiss, relaxing somewhat as he pulled me in with his free arm, kissing me deeply. Whatever he had planned for me, he wasn’t mad or upset.
We were nearly done with dinner, close enough apparently, because he stood, took my hand and led me out of the dining room. He stopped in the kitchen for the bottle of bourbon and 2 glasses, then led me out onto the patio. He sat me in a chair and moved another directly in front of mine, not 5 feet away. It was different, sitting directly in front of each other this way. There was nowhere else to look but at each other. We sipped our drinks and spoke occasionally, but about nothing. Then, I realized what the thing was. He wasn’t leading or directing or assisting the conversation. He was letting me take it or not. And, in the process, I felt the weight of the attention totally focused on me, whether it was my body exposed to him or any conversation I might try to generate. The effect had me flustered. My conversational attempts were futile and went nowhere, having little effect on diverting the increasing attention to what I was uncertain would be coming. His attention on me was bold and obvious and he was seemingly very comfortable to watch me flounder and squirm under the attention.
I was indeed floundering. I expected him to address my lapse today, but he wasn’t and I realized he was waiting for me to bring it up to initiate whatever was to follow to ‘deal with it’.
“Nick … I’m … I’m really sorry about my forgetfulness today. I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess I wasn’t thinking. It was silly for me to even consider in any part of me that your control would end at the door of the house. I never really thought that, but I …”
Then, he took it back out of my hands. “We need another splash each of bourbon.” I uncrossed my legs to stand up. The 2 things interesting: I wasn’t aware that I had protectively crossed my legs; and, he didn’t say I should pour the drinks, I just jumped to do it. He held his glass close, requiring me to come even closer. As I lowered the bottle to his glass, his hand went to the inside of my thigh. güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri I gasped and shivered at his touch, forcing me to focus with increasing attention on pouring the amber liquid into his glass as his hand slowly moved up the inside of my thigh. He got more than a splash when his fingers reached my pussy and gently parted my outside lips.
I felt a finger slip inside and I sighed. He smiled up at me but my eyes were closed and I was holding onto the bottle with both hands, not trusting my grip with one under the circumstances. With his hand and fingers not moving, I looked down at him and saw his smiling eyes. I realized that I had spread my feet to allow him better access and was holding the bottle to my breast. I gave him an embarrassed smile, put the bottle back on the patio table and retook my seat in front of him. I started to cross my legs, but he stopped me.
“From now on, I want you to unlearn the discreet action of demurely crossing your legs when sitting. In public, you may keep your knees together … unless I suggest otherwise.” I shivered. ‘Suggest’? He knows that his ‘suggestion’ is telling me. “But, at home or play with others, your knees are to be relaxed, naturally open.” He watched my eyes and I gazed into his. I didn’t flinch. “Do you understand? Is this a problem?”
I didn’t hesitate, “I understand.” I opened my knees until they hit the armrests. “There is no problem.” I looked down at myself, my breasts nearly outside the wispy gown, my pussy on display in the mixed light of the patio, his crotch in the Dockers he wore to work, and finally his face. “You are giving me what I now feel I have always needed and doing it in a way I will be safe and protected. I will do whatever you want, surely you already know that, but you might still need the reassurance of how I feel.” I smiled at a thought for words to use. “Just ‘suggest’ whatever you want … I’ll give it to you.” I was feeling completely flushed by his words and my words back to him. If his fingers were inside me now, they would come out wet with my juices.
“Excellent idea, I would love to watch you arouse yourself to climax. Until it is time for what I have in mind for you to be less forgetful.” I didn’t shiver that time, I shook. But, I continued. As 2 fingers dove in and out of my pussy, my thumb circled and rubbed my clit. My hips were flexing in this awkward position and I was ready to cum, I needed to cum, and only partly for myself, more importantly, was to cum for Nick.
He wasn’t done with me, though. While my fingers were busy inside my pussy and my thumb on my clit, my eyes focused on his when I could get them open as the lust took hold of me, he had more instructions.
“I want you to cum soon, my dear, but I also want you to hear and understand my words. Can you focus on my words, too?” I nodded my head and forced my eyes to focus on his. “Good. I want you to do something for me from this moment on … you will stop using contractions in your speech. Do you understand?” All I could do was nod. I needed to cum and wanted to, but I felt I had to wait until he was ready to watch me completely. I had to be a good slut for him. “Good. In our society, the use of contractions is common and accepted, maybe expected. For someone to completely eliminate that use of speech should be unique enough to draw further attention and interest to you.”
My god … nudity, revealing clothes, and a sexual attitude wasn’t enough; he was bound to draw attention to me in every way he could think of. My body shook, again, as I never stopped masturbating with my fingers, but I looked up at him with eyes half closed with lust and need and gasped out, “Sir … I mean, Nick … I … I … need … I really need … to cum for you … now.” My lust clouded eyes sought his for acceptance, but he continued to watch me, his eyes flicking from my face to my fingers working at my openly exposed pussy. My fingers didn’t stop, but I bit down on my lower lip to hold off my climax and it was becoming harder and harder to do so. Then, I saw a slight nod of his head, but it was so slight that I wasn’t sure. My eyes pleaded back to him and he gave a more obvious nod of his head as he relaxed with his drink to observe my body crash into orgasm. With one hand clasping a breast through the gown and the other jammed into my pussy, my body shook, my head was thrown back and my eyes rolled back, my mouth hanging open, my breath held between gasps and cries.
When my eyes slowly opened and my head came upright, I saw him watching me. My hand was still between my legs, the other one holding a breast. He held up his drink, “That was beautiful, my dear. I wonder, how much more do you have inside you? We’ll find out, okay?”
All I could do was stare at him. I am sure my eyes appeared blank because that was how I felt, spent and drawn. That was when it occurred to me what my punishment was, how he was going to ‘deal’ with my violation of his direction; his punishment wasn’t punishment, at all; his punishment was to make me cum and cum and cum. I smiled and it might have confused him if he had wondered, but it was ingenious really, because it reinforced 2 things critical to this relationship: that I would remember and learn from my lapse, cement in my mind his intention to support me in my quest for the erotic and ever-slutty life; and, reinforcing absolute trust in him.
His next question seemed so completely irrelevant to what had just transpired that it through me for a loop, if just for a moment.
“Didn’t you say something about ice cream and a topping for dessert? I think out here would be nice.”
The change was so sudden my mind had trouble putting that request with what had just occurred. I smiled, not fully understanding what was happening, never considering anything more than a sudden desire to finish the meal with dessert, despite that we rarely have it when we are home. I stood on legs that were shaky but made my way back into the house and the kitchen. I heard a call from him that made me wonder what he was up to, “You should probably leave your gown inside.” This isn’t about dessert, at all.
I gathered up the container of French Vanilla, caramel topping, 2 bowls, spoons and serving spoon onto a tray and returned to the patio, sans floor length, sheer gown. He drained the remainder of the bourbon in his glass and turned his head as I approached. I saw his eyes move from my face bedava bonus veren siteler to my bare breast, down my body to my pussy, and down my stocking encased legs to my heels. Then, his eyes made the slow journey back up, giving me a smile that I had to take as appreciation. I shyly smiled back to him. My god! He had just watched me bring myself to an orgasm and I was shyly responding to his attention!
He indicated the patio surface and it was then that I first saw that he had arranged one of the lounge cushions with a towel spread over it. I saw that one end was higher than the other by doubling the cushion underneath.
“Lie down with your butt on the edge of the high end and spread your legs, then pull your knees toward you.” Sitting in front of him with my legs over the arm rests of the chair was exposed, now this. And, how was I going to serve the ice cream if I was down here? But, I did as I was instructed, very curious what he had planned for me now.
He indicated for me to open my pussy hole. After my climax, I knew it would be pliable and ready for nearly anything. My eyes opened wide when I saw him go to the tray I had placed on the little table by our chairs. He opened the ice cream container and decided on the size of the spoon to use, choosing the large serving spoon. He knelt down in front of my pussy, looked up at me and smiled.
“This is going to be cold.” And, I knew instantly. He took a scoop of ice cream from the container and brought to my pussy, hesitated and look into my eyes. I admit my eyes were probably pleading with him not to, but he merely smiled, bring his attention back to what he was doing. As if trying not to make a mess on the patio, he carefully lowered the spoon to my lips, slid the now cold spoon down my pussy to my hole that I was sure was open to him. He pressed the spoon into my hole and tilted the spoon up. The ice cream and spoon were cold, but when the ice cream slid off and dropped into my pussy, sliding and melting inside me, I shuddered. I shuddered at both the coldness, but also at the wickedness of what was happening. I waited for the next spoonful, but instead, he switched to the caramel topping, squeezing some into my opening which wasn’t naturally tending to be quite so open with the cold inside.
He raised my shoulders and handed me my glass which, while bringing myself off earlier, still had bourbon in it. I took a good swig and laid my head back down wondering what was next. What was next was more ice cream and topping. Then he had me raise my butt so he could level the cushion under me. That confused me. I had assumed that the next thing would be for him to eat the ice cream from my pussy with a spoon. But, instead, he sat back down.
He had me drop my legs back down but keep them spread wide. Then, he took up my glass and sipped from it, smiled at me and spoke one word, a name really. “Harley!” And he pointed to me. I understood immediately, and so did Harley. His snout sniffed its way to my pussy and licked at the melting substance leaking out of me. The licking quickly became insistent and urgent as he tried to take every bit of melting cream and sugar from my pussy.
I moaned and gasped, instantly, fully recognizing in that moment of contact that this was going to take a while. I have always enjoyed Harley’s tongue on me from that first time of his surprise lick after my swim naked when I was just visiting here. Ever since, I love sucking him, mating with him, and receiving his licks on my pussy. Normally, minutes of his tongue can pull an orgasm from me. This was going to be much longer than some minutes as the ice cream and caramel melted and was pulled from me.
Within minutes, I did climax, again. My hands grasped the cushion, my hips rising off the ground, mashing my pussy into his snout and tongue. He managed to worm his tongue into me, into my hole, the tongue curling inside me, lapping up what it could find. Then, he pulled back. I opened my eyes and found Nick holding him back from me.
“I don’t think he is done with you, yet. I think you should help him. Move to your hands and knees, knees wide apart.”
I scrambled on the cushion to assume that position. I turned my head back to them, my eyes flitting from Nick to Harley and back to Nick. I smiled at Nick and wiggle my ass, “Here, Harley. I think there is more for you.” Nick smiled back at me and released Harley. His wide, lapping tongue brought me to another orgasm before Nick called him back.
It took me a few moments to pull myself together and rise from where I had collapsed on the cushion. I turned and sat down looking up at him as he watched me recover. I wondered how much more he intended for this night. I thought he made his point, I would remember the egg from now on and anything else he requested.
“You do like your orgasms, don’t you, love?” I smiled. If I wasn’t already so flushed from climaxing, I think he might also have seen my blush. God, yes, I loved my orgasms. He was making his point, but his point was not punishment because giving me orgasms was not punishment. He was telling me, showing me, how much he wanted to assist me in having them and discovering new ways to have them.
“How long would it take to clean up from dinner?” Oh, I completely forgot the mess from dinner. My shoulders sagged at the thought. “I mean if we did it together ….” My head jerked up and I smiled, but still having to struggle to my feet, but finding his helping hands to brace and support me. I started for the sliding door when I heard, “Wait.” I turned and found him holding out to me the vibrating egg. I looked up at his smiling face and I sighed. But, I took the egg, felt it not vibrating, and inserted it into my drenched pussy. I then saw him pull the remote from his pocket and I felt the egg begin at a low vibration. I sighed, again, as he patted my bare ass to encourage me into the house.
With the 2 of us working at it, the chore wasn’t as big as I thought. I directed his efforts of bringing dishes and serving plates in from the dining room while I focused on moving the leftover food into containers for storage in the refrigerator, scr****g the plates into the wastebasket and stacking them in the dishwasher. The pots and cooking things were cleaned out and stacked in the sink for the morning. During all that, Nick poured another bourbon for each of us, with plenty of touches and kisses as we passed yatırımsız deneme bonusu close. Of course, the remote kept the egg inside me vibrating at random levels the entire time. At one point when he stepped in front of me for a kiss, he patted my mound and whispered in my ear, “I wouldn’t want you to cool down, too much.” He winked at me, affirming that there was more coming.
So, it wasn’t any surprise to me when he turned to leave the kitchen and asked that I join him out on the patio. I was still in stockings and heels when I found him and Harley in the back. Harley was on his leash. And, I was nearly naked. I gathered we were going for a walk on the golf course’s cart path. I glanced inside the house, but couldn’t spot a clock of any kind, despite all the electronics in the house, which have a digital clock on them.
Nick opened the gate and led Harley out, then closing it behind me. He held Harley in his right hand and put his left out to me. I slipped my right arm into it and hugged him tight as we started down the path. I didn’t know what time it was, but from the looks of the houses alongside us and across the fairway, it was late enough that most houses were already dark except for a few lights in the upstairs or the ends where bedrooms were. I relaxed on Nick’s arm, content to await what was to follow. We have done this little adventure several times before. The thrill of being outside in a public area, even if semi-private, was extra stimulating knowing that the houses we passed were people we might see on the streets or at the club.
He led me past the first green we came to and then all the way to the next one. There he had me sit on the bench at the next tee-box and remove my heels and stocking. I was ready in my mind for what would follow, the only question was where would it happen, this tee box or the green behind us.
It was the green behind us. He took my stockings and shoes, then gave me the leash and pointed to the green. I stroked Harley’s head and neck while I unclipped the leash and handed it to Nick, also. Harley followed me to the green. I patted the smooth, short grass surface for him to lie on his side, which he did almost without my having to finish the indication. He was well familiar with this, too. Once on his side, I moved on my knees to his stomach and lowered my mouth to his sheath. To no surprise to me, I found his cock tip poking out. The darkness made the effort interesting, but once I had the tip in my mouth, the rest was easy.
When I was satisfied with the amount of cock in my mouth, I moved away from him and turned so my ass was pointing to him. He scurried to his feet, sniffed me more and gave me a few more licks. Was it a habit or was there still a little leakage of ice cream or did he simply like licking me? Whatever, I never complained. But, now, I did want to be mounted with a rising desire to now satisfy and pleasure him after all the pleasure he had provided to me.
He jumped up onto my back, his furry underside landing on my bare skin, and the intimate feeling of being covered returning to me immediately. My hand provided the slight guidance for his initial penetration and I gasped loudly. This particular green was a bit further from the nearest house and was, as a result, a favorite location for this play unless we walked to the far end alongside the preserve. I wasn’t particularly quiet as Harley plowed his cock into me. This night was stimulating to the max and this was my first feeling of cock during the entire time. When his knot began forming and bumping my pussy on the outside, I gave out a low, throaty groan as I immediately pressed back against him to gain his entire cock inside me. I pressed back as he pushed forward at me, each of us working to the same end, the culmination of canine mating by tying us together.
I gasped out louder when the knot passed my lips and into me. I pulled away from him to jam his knot against my front. I repeated the maneuver, twisting my pelvis this way and that, seeking that spot, seeking the point where pulling his knot against my insides would jam it against my g-spot. Of all the times I had cum tonight, none of them had been on a cock and I felt desperate for that to happen now. I worked on his cock and knot, wanting and needing for us both to climax. My body was ready again to erupt and each time his knot would bump my g-spot, my body just rose another level. The eruption within my body took off when I felt his cock stiffen and enlarge inside me, jerk and twitch just before his first spurt of semen. My pussy clenched around his cock and knot, clamping tightly around him, and moments later he spurted his seed into my pussy. I pushed back hard against him as he pressed harder into me, each of us wanting his jerking, spurting cock as deep as possible.
I collapsed to the grass, my ass still in the air attached to Harley as he turned to be ass-to-ass with me. I mewed as I lay with my breast flattened on the ground, sighing the soft moans of the truly satisfied. I opened my eyes to a sound nearby to find the clothed knees of Nick alongside me. He put his hand on my bare back and gently stroked up and down. He leaned down to me and kissed me and in a soft voice, but not a whisper, “Well, darling, have you learned your lesson?”
I looked up at him and smiled, then with a twinkle in my eyes and voice, “Mmmmmmm … I might just have to disobey you on purpose some time if this is what happens.” We both laughed. He continued to stroke my back, my loving, caring, wonderful man touching me with soothing and relaxing motion while I was tied to his dog … on the 7th green of the golf course. Mmmmmm, indeed.
Nick gathered up my stockings and shoes, put his arm around my shoulders and led me back to the house, Harley actually leading the way. He dropped the stockings, shoes, and Harley’s leash on the floor of the family room, locked the sliding door, before leading me to the bedroom. He took out a couple large towels for the pool and spread them on the lower sheet, then placed another sheet over it before putting me to bed in the center. He undressed and crawled in next to me.
In the moonlight, I gazed at him before kissing him. Then I asked, “Why the towels?”
He kissed my nose, “Because I intend to make love to you now. After everything tonight, I want you to also know and remember that sexuality is also about loving and not just fucking. And … after Harley … it’s going to be messy.” He was right, it was going to be messy. But, I thought how lucky I was. It was going to be messy and it might not even feel the same for either one of us, but, as he said, this was about loving. And, that was why I felt so lucky.
* * CHAPTER 3: RETURN TO THE GRASSLEY’S will follow * * Thanks for reading.
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