Chapter One

You started out just to free your mind, to think clearly about your
relationship with him. Are you ready? But most of all, are you going to let him
back in? You have put up so many boundaries around yourself, all self defense
mechanisms. You pushed him away and hurt him so very much. He has loved you
from the very beginning and you loved him too but could not admit it to him or
even to yourself sometimes. You cannot remember the last person who made it
near the center, maybe it has never happened, but he was so close. Are you
willing to let him step inside now? You are a survivor, you have lasted these
many years. You had been hurt so many times, especially from directions that
should have never happened, but those were so many years ago, you were just a
child then. The horrible scenes from your childhood flashed into your mind. You
swore long ago not to let anyone get close to you again. You would not be
beaten again, at least not mentally. There were many times you felt that the
world would collapse in on you but you did whatever was necessary to survive.
Unfortunately, many times this meant building more walls, most of all with the
people closest to you. You used these against him before and hated yourself for
causing him so much pain with words your heart never agreed with. But then
again, you have always been able to help the hate you felt for yourself. That
is why you can never accept compliments very well. He has the ability to see
right through your umbrella of attitude and false fronts. Better than anyone
ever has. This comes from him knowing you better than anyone else. He knows
about your past yet never passed judgment. You could see that he felt pain for
you as you told him. His emotions were real, heart felt. You know inside that
he could not hurt you yet years of conditioning are hard habits to break. You
walk aimlessly in the woods oblivious to your surroundings.

The wind begins to whistle through the trees as you pull your collar tight. The
sun has nearly set and you find yourself walking in the forest. The trail is
barely visible to the eye as shadows grow longer and deeper from the trees. The
leaves rustle around your feet and you wonder where the day went. The swirling
breeze carries a sound you faintly hear..your mind races. Your pace quickens
but you are lost and have no idea where you are, only that you need to hurry.
The deeper you go into the forest the darker it becomes. The trees begin to
moan with the wind, telling you their secrets. As you turn the corner an
upturned root trips you and you fall into the dark underbrush. The trail, all
but invisible now, cannot lead you out. You are scared, not of the things you
see, but terrified of  what lies in the darkness. You never should have lost
track of time. As you rise to your feet, you hear a sound behind you. You turn
quickly, nearly falling again, as shadow appears, almost specter in nature, the
swirling trees move aside to allow a form to appear, a dark and fluid being.
Your terror intensifies as it approaches and begins to take shape... Can it be?
As the hooded figure becomes a man, a dark glove reaches out to you. As you
feel him touch your arm, you vision fades to black, you faint into his arms.

As you awaken, you sense that you are in a warm place, without opening your
eyes you feel that your clothes have changed, you feel the softness of silk,
this causes your breath to catch slightly, as you begin to move, you feel as if
you have been drugged, your body does not seem to answer to you, then you
realize that you are tied down, your arms and legs will not move. Your mind
screams but you emit no sound, your senses heightened, all without opening your
eyes. You begin to feel the room around you, the warmth of the room, the soft
crackle in the background makes you realize that somewhere in the room there is
a fireplace, you feel you are on a soft but firm bed, a smell of fresh linen.
You begin to realize a very important item that had eluded you until now....you
are not alone in the room.

You can now sense he is there, somewhere very near, sitting quietly, watching
your every move, your every breath, watching your eyes search under the lids.
Your body begins to respond to the excitement that you feel, your nipples begin
to harden..and you feel your pussy begin to seep it's delicious wetness. OMG
you cannot believe what is happening to your body..and your eyes are still
shut! Very slowly, almost painfully so, you begin to open your eyes...it is
very dark in the room which helps your eyes adjust quickly, you remember how
dark it was in the forest and wonder how long you have been asleep, you see
lots of shadows caused by the fireplace somewhere behind you, they move across
the ceiling and walls, spirits dancing, watching you and you feel fear for the
very first time. You begin to struggle at your binds... "Relax" His soft voice
pierces the quiet. You are startled, you freeze. A hand caresses your hair. You
feel the strength in his touch, warm and firm, you are afraid but your
excitement begins to takeover. You speak but your voice cracks with fear,
"Where am I?" You hear no answer, the silence is deafening, the hand moves
away. You still cannot see him, but you can now smell him, that scent that you
remember so very well, the one you have gone to bed so many nights ago smelling
on your body, the one you have dreamt about, you know he is very close. His
soft voice again startles you, "The time has come for you to look deep inside,
to see the real woman you are, time for you to understand. It is time for a
choice." 
His words scare and excite you at the same time, you are not sure what he is
talking about because you feel you know yourself, but strangely, you are very
excited, there is a warm feeling deep inside you that is beginning to grow, a
feeling you have never felt before. He begins to tell you many things about
yourself... "You have always tried to get through life by not letting people
close to you, never inside, never really close..You let your guard down with me
a long time ago and let me in. You always seem to confront me physically,
knowing that you cannot win, but you want to lose to me, feel me win, feel my
strength...You have trusted me like no other, you have told me many things,
important things about yourself, totally opened yourself to me many
times...only I have seen you opened, the deep feelings you have inside, how you
hide them from others...Only I know how easily hurt you can be, how you fight
that hurt with a ambivalent attitude, but I KNOW the truth. You used walls to
drive me away, at least that was your plan for us. The only problem with your
plan was that I know what is truly in you heart. The parts you refused to
acknowledge for so very long." His words are so strong that you feel as if you
have been slapped, has he really paid that close attention to you? Does he
really understand you inside, in the places that you don't allow anyone to
see??  'Can it be possible for him to know you? Really know you?' Your thoughts
spin inside your head, your fear begins to fade, excitement builds.

Your attention is brought back to him in an instant, he rises. He walks around
the bed, for what seems like the first time, you see his face. The first thing
you notice is his eyes. With the fire behind you, it highlights his face, there
is something in his green eyes you have never seen before, you are not sure
what it is, but as he looks into your eyes, you feel as if he can see right
into you soul, you quickly turn away. His hand brings your face back to his,
very firmly, 'Don't' His voice has authority in it, you feel yourself obeying
quickly, not wanting to disappoint.  'When I am speaking or around you, I want
your eyes on me.' You don't answer. His hands grasps your chin again, his face
inches from yours, your eyes wide, looking into his piercing eyes, you see the
passion, the fire, the strength, 'I expect to be answered to when I speak!' His
voice is strong, and your answer startles you as much as it pleases
him..'Yes,Sir' His eyes flash with pride as much as your mind screams at you.
OMG you feel your body responding to his touch, he has not hurt you but there
is no doubt that he could. You mind is racing, uncertain as to whether you
truly know him. Fear begins to run back into your mind. He speaks again, your
eyes locked in his.."You are here because you finally decided to search me out,
you made the decision to initiate contact between us, hoping that I would want
you. You will have to trust me with your life, completely give me total control
over you. If that is something you cannot do..you may go anytime you wish, just
say the word and I will release you. Understand one thing, everything we ever
meant to each other or our future together will be gone. You will never see me
again, ever." 
The finality of his words hit you like a slap. His eyes never diverting from
yours, you know that everything he said is true, including that you started
this. Do you have what it takes to finish this? Can you handle what you might
find out about yourself? Can he be right? All these questions shot through your
mind, you realize that he expects an answer. His dismay at the time you take is
obvious, "Will you stay?" Your voice answers him quickly but weakly, "Yes..."
His eyebrow raises..waiting...his gaze hardens.."Yes,......Sir?" He nods,
acknowledging the precedence that has already been set. His answer is short,
"Good."
He stands again, walks around the bed to the other side, all the while looking
at you, his moves are smooth, fluid, he is wearing a dark shirt and pants, the
glow of the fire on his face and the shadows dancing behind him give him a look
of a spirit, almost radiant, yet very handsome. You could not take your eyes
from him if you wanted, just the thought of him begins to make your body
response. Memories of past encounters bring forth your hardening nipples again,
your thighs involuntarily part, he sees this and smiles, the knowledge of the
power he has over your body enhances his attraction to you. You have never
wanted something to bad in your life, yet you have no idea just what his plans
are. You are completely his, under his control, your senses are heightened with
each step. He sits down on the bed beside you. His hands begin to touch
you....You shudder at his touch. He begins to caress your face with his palm
and fingers. The heat from his hand seems to touch you all the way to your
core. You close your eyes as the pleasure fills you, you suddenly feel him pull
away. You open your eyes and suddenly remember the first rule he set...your
eyes fill with sorrow, you had let yourself fall into your pleasure, forgetting
that he comes before all else. Your mouth opens to apologize, he quickly
touches a finger to your lips. 'The next time will bring punishment." His voice
and eyes leave no doubt in your mind.

His touch begins again, soft and gently he traces your face with his
fingertips, as if he must remember it forever. Memories of a night long ago
flood back to you. Oh how you wanted to respond to him that night yet so many
things stopped you. Those things no longer existed. His touch moves down your
neck, onto your shoulders, the soft shirt your wear opens before his hands. It
is slit up the front, no clasps, you wear nothing underneath. His hands begin
to travel down your chest. Your skin feels afire as he reaches your breasts.
Your chest is heaving from the intensity of it all. He withdrawals his hands,
sits back and looks into your eyes. The lust in your eyes pleases him. He leans
down and very softly brushes your lips with his. A groan escapes from your
mouth. He lets his tongue softly tease your lips. Your mouth wants him so bad.
He presses his mouth to yours softly, then harder, your moans are caught inside
his mouth, your tongues twisting each others as the kiss makes your heart
pound. You are so wet between your legs, your chest flutters. You cannot
believe how excited you are just by his kiss. His slowly begins to kiss your
face, following the same route as his hands earlier, across your cheeks, to
your ears, he leans up and glances into your eyes, "don't move", he says as a
mischievous smile crosses his face as he returns to your ears.

He knows how sensitive they are. He begins to nibble on them, your senses go
crazy but you will NOT move, you have to win this battle over your body, to
prove that you can, to yourself, but most importantly, to him, to show that you
will do and CAN do whatever it takes to please him. His kisses move behind your
ears, softly nipping. You shudder with excitement. Finally he moves down your
neck, you are ecstatic that you were able to maintain, you sense the pride that
he feels in you, you warm in the glow of his approval. He begins to bite your
neck and moves along the soft slope of your shoulders, his mouth never leaving
contact with your skin, he loves to suck and bite your shoulders as much as you
love the feel of it,  neither of your care if he makes a mark on your skin, you
both are oblivious to it. His hands return to your arms as his mouth travels
down your shoulders to your chest.

As his hands move to your waist, his tongue  begins to makes slow soft circles
around your breasts, moving closer and closer to your nipples, they are so
hard, they are straining to touch him, wanting and seeking his tongue, the
warmth of his mouth. OMG you can hardly stand it, your pussy is so wet, you can
feel the juices dripping down between your legs, you tense your thighs
together, but the restraints will not allow you to rub them together, you moan
in futility. You are so hot. His tongue is closer to your nipples now, just off
the edge, still circling your breast, he stops. He moves to your other breast
and begins to trace the same circles around it, you cannot believe how
sensitive you are to his mouth, his touch, it is driving you crazy. He again
gets right up next to your aching nipples, they are begging for attention, he
again stops just short. Your breath is heaving, you gasp as he sits back up and
looks into your eyes, your gaze never wavers.

The lust in your eyes is so ready apparent to him, He can smell the scent of
your pussy, it fills the room, you know that you are soaked. He just looks at
you, expecting..... You slowly open your mouth... "Please?" .... "What?" ...
"Please lick my nipples.." He smiles and lowers his head to your breasts. You
feel as if you have been shocked by the electricity filling your mind as he
takes a nipple into his mouth. His tongue begins to caress and rub across your
nipple. He begins to suck the nipple deep into his mouth. You cry out and your
body shudders as you realize that you are almost to the point of cumming and he
hasn't even touched your pussy. You know from the past that you have never cum
like this but you are so excited that you are at a boiling point. You pull at
your binds, wanting to pull his head tight against your breast, hold him there,
but you have no control, you begin to push you chest up off the bed to his
mouth. He sucks harder on your nipple and begins to pull his head away, slowly,
pulling your nipple, lifting your breasts with his mouth. The feeling is
incredible. He releases the nipple and moves to the other one. He begins to
repeat the same treatment and you are almost to the point of screaming. He then
stops as suddenly as he started. You gasp for breath. You chest is heaving, you
senses are on overload, and you have a wet pool between your legs, your clit is
on fire and your nipples are so hard and sensitive that you can feel the
slightest breeze in the room. Your eyes have not left his. You see him get up,
turn around, and you stare unbelieving as he walks out of the room. You are
afraid to call out his name and beg him to return, that would be putting
yourself first, he would punish that attitude swiftly and sharply.

You lay there, sweating, trying to catch your breath. Your shirt is wide open,
you are powerless to move, your nipples are pointing to the ceiling, you lift
your head and can see the soft hair between your legs between gasps for breath,
your legs are quivering. You want him back, now, to finish what he started,
then it hits you...what you want really doesn't matter! Is that the lesson he
is teaching you? Could he be so mean? Rather, was there another way to teach
it, with some much affect? You realize that this situation is nothing like you
have ever felt. Unique in every way. You have known for a very long time that
you love him but now are looking at ways you never knew existed.

A soft noise causes you to turn your head. You see him standing there, leaning
against the doorway, God, he looks so beautiful. How long has he been there?
Seems like he just walked out but then you lost your train of thought, how
long?... He walks over and sits down beside the bed again. He looks up and down
your body, devouring you with his eyes, you blush at your imperfections, you
hate him looking at your stomach, you are afraid that the marks from motherhood
will turn him away, you hate them. He reaches out his hand and softly caresses
your stomach, he turns to you and smiles. It melts your heart to see his smile,
he says, "You are so beautiful." You softly shake your head and say "no", a
soft polite smile to your lips. He reaches up and sharply pinches your
nipple..HARD! "OUCH!!", you cry out. The pain seers through your chest.  "Never
contradict me again, especially about your body," he demands. With a small tear
in your eye, you look at him and realize that he could have done a lot worse,
in fact, now that the intensity of the pain was washing away, your nipple was
even more sensitive than before. "I am sorry, Sir," you reply. "You have so
much to learn my Love, so much to learn." You are not sure if the tone or
context of his voice excites you or scares you.  

Chapter Two

He walks over to a table against the wall, picks up several items and returns.
He lifts your head and brings a cup of very cool water to your lips. You had
not realized just how thirsty you were, you drink greedily. The water tastes so
good. When you have emptied the cup he sits it aside. He then produces a large
bowl of fruit. Drawing out an apple, a large, red delicious apple. He takes a
small paring knife and begins to cut the apple into slices, he then peels each
slice. He begins to cut each piece into smaller pieces and feeds you each one.
It is so juicy, the sweetness of it runs over your tastebuds. You are famished.
After eating most of the apple he puts the apple aside and picks up a very
large, ripe strawberry. Put dips it into a small bowl of melted chocolate and
lifts to your mouth. You bite into the berry, oh my, how good it tastes. He
takes the remainder and finishes it himself. You realize that you are no longer
hungry but are willing to continue this intimate dinner as long as he wants. He
then reaches in and retrieves a very large peach. It is very ripe. He slowly
cuts an "X" across the bottom of the peach, you do not understand this. He then
looks deep into your eyes, the mischief and lust that you see excites you. He
takes the peach into his hand and holds it over your body. He begins to slowly
squeeze the peach, the juices are considerable and begin to release out the
bottom. The nectar begins to drips across your neck, cool yet very sticky. He
moves his hand down over your body, the syrup dripping down your chest, over
and around each nipple, and continues down your tummy to your pussy, he then
runs it slowly down each legs to your knee and back up again, you feel your own
juices beginning to add to the fruit nectar between your legs. You anticipate
what he will do to clean up the nectar.

Your nipples are tight across your breasts as he lowers his mouth to your neck,
slowly, deliberately, licking and sucking the sweet peach nectar from your
skin. His mouth is so hot across your body, his tongue feels like a torch to
your skin. As he sucks the syrup from your neck he moves down your chest again,
your senses are alive throughout your body. your breath catches in your throat
as you moan in ecstasy, he is driving you crazy as he begins to suck the nectar
from your nipples, his tongue moving up and down, pressing hard against you,
twisting the tips of your nipples under the pressure of his tongue. You love
the feeling of his mouth on you, but your pussy is craving attention, you want
him to touch you there, to kiss you there, to fuck you. He begins to kiss down
your stomach, traveling closer and closer to your steaming box, he can smell
your strong scent, the juices that are pouring out of your pussy, they mix with
the syrupy nectar of the peach, you have never been so wet. He reaches the
soft, fine hair atop your slit. He blows softly across the mound, it sends
shivers up and down your spine, as you feel his hot breath across your nether
lips, you shudder uncontrollably. He slowly lowers his mouth to your sex.

He makes his tongue wide and flat, beginning at the bottom of your slit, he
begins to paint your pussy with long, tantalizingly slow strokes, up and down,
feasting on the mixture of sweet juices. He places the tip of his finger at the
entrance of your hole and begins to press inside, your pussy filling with his
finger, then two. He begins to rub inside the top of your pussy, your favorite
spot. His tongue finally makes it's way up to your aching clit, as it slowly,
teasingly makes contact, the jolts of electricity run through your body, from
clit to your hardened nipples, up and down your spine, your body almost leaps
off the bed, you pull at your restraints, Your voice becomes unrecognizable,
your moans and screams echo around the room.

Just as your sweet release begins to build he raises his head almost as if he
is reading every thought and feeling in your body. He looks up into your eyes
and sees your face and eyes pleading with him, silently begging him to finish
you. He smiles but waits....."Please let me cum Sir, Please Sir...", you beg
him, in a voice barely recognizable as your own. He smiles and lowers his mouth
to your clit. He takes it into his mouth and begins to suck it hard as his
tongue pelts it up and down harder and harder. His fingers thrust inside your
pussy in time with his tongue. Your orgasm hits you so hard and so suddenly
that it takes your breath away, your heart pounds in your chest, you scream
sharply as your vision fades, your face, chest and arms are numb, and just as
you crest the waves of passion, he places a finger at the entrance to your
sensitive ass and slowly pushes inside in rhythm with the fingers inside your
pussy. Your mind explodes as the waves continue to drive your over the edge,
you hear screams in your ears and realize they are coming from you. Your pussy
melts into tremendous amounts of juice and he is consuming it all. You cannot
stand it anymore, your clit is so hypersensitive, you have cum so hard that you
have almost lost all control, never in your life have you experienced anything
like this, he will not release your clit, sucking softly, bringing you down,
your breath is coming in gasps, you feel your heart leaping in your chest.

Very slowly he releases your clit from his mouth, you exhale deeply. throwing
your head back, you collapse, totally spent. Your hair is matted in sweat, your
body glistens. He raises his face to look you right in the eyes, he has control
of your body, the ability to control all your feelings, and you are so thankful
of the sweetness in his touch, the gentleness of his soft caresses. He leans
forward and kisses you deeply on the mouth. You love the taste of yourself on
his lips, you meet his tongue with each caress.

As he leans back, his eyes smiling at you, you realize how much in control he
is, he has pleasured you as much as he wanted to, you had no control over
anything he did, and as this new world opens up to you, you realize just how
much you liked it, no, you admit to yourself for the very first time,...you
LOVED it! As your breath slowly returns to normal, he softly rises. As you keep
your eyes on him, he walks to the foot of your bed, he begins to release the
binds at your feet. Once free, you do not move your legs, not until he releases
your hands do you even consider it. His next statement startles and excites
you, "Roll over." Oh God, what can he have planned??
You hesitate just a second, then turn over, face down. He replaces the binds,
there is more play in the restraints now, you have more movement in your legs.
He tells you to lift your ass into the air, you obey quickly. He places a large
pillow under you, you find this position very vulnerable, and strangely
exciting. As you lay there, your wetness is fully exposed, as is your most
sensitive ass. You feel his hands begin to caress your back. He runs his hands
down your back, down the soft slope of your waist, out over your hips. You
quiver as he moves down your thighs, his hands are so warm, the roughness, yet
firmness of his hands feel like a thousand tongues running up and down the
inside of your thighs. He suddenly stops, removing his hands from your body.
You moan before you have a chance to stop yourself.

He quietly asks you, "Why did you hesitate when I told you to rollover?" You
had hoped that he hadn't noticed, but it really doesn't surprise you that he
did. He notices everything, he always has, that was what attracted him to you.
You have no answer for him. You remain silent. This was a mistake. SLAP! You
stiffen as his hand lands hard on your upturned ass. You exhale loudly. "I
asked you a question, and expect an answer!" Your ass burns as you stutter out
an answer, "I don't know Sir." "That will cost you, count for me." Slap after
slap comes across your ass, your cheeks are bright red with handprints. You are
on fire. You also have a river of wetness running down your legs. You are so
hot! After counting to ten for him, each number coming out in gasps immediately
following his punishment, he stops. You have tears running down your face onto
the pillow. You feel how hard your nipples are pressed against the sheets below
you, you slowly rub them up and down. Your ass has never been so hot.

You then feel him stand beside you and you look up as he slowly takes his shirt
off, his shoulders and chest is broad and has dark, fine hair across it, there
is a trail of black hair that travels down his stomach, he begins to remove his
pants. Your breathing has stopped as he slowly lowers his pants to free his
manhood. His cock is very hard with a large purplish head, it makes your mouth
water. The first of many shivers run down your body. Your clit quivers. Oh My
God, he is beautiful, long legs and strong thighs, you have always liked this
about him. He slowly moves up to your face, his cock inches from you. His hands
reach into your hair and pull you to him. You open your mouth to receive him.
He tastes so good, strong and clean. He begins to move his hips as he holds
your head with his hands. You open your mouth and throat as much as he wants,
it is very difficult because of the size of him, he is using your mouth for his
pleasure, you run your tongue across the underside glands with each thrust, he
begins to harden even more as you begin to suck hard on his cock. You love the
feeling of his hands in your hair, guiding and pulling, you are totally at his
control, you love it. He pulls your mouth off him with a loud popping sound.

Your lips are red and puffy from use and you feel as if you can feel every inch
of him in your mouth still, the taste of his pre-cum still lingers across your
tastebuds. He moves behind you on the bed. Oh God you cannot wait to feel him
inside you. Your ass is high in the air with the pillow under your stomach, you
feel him place his hand on the small of your back, God you want him so bad, he
begins to rub his hard cock softly along your slit, your juices pour into him.
He begins to rub your clit with his hot cock. Electricity jolts through your
body, you moan loudly, the pleasure is intense. Your clit is growing big
against him, with each stroke against it your legs quiver and quake. You toss
your head back and look over your shoulder at him, deep in his eyes, he sees
the lust building inside you. As your eyes maintain contact, he places the head
of his manhood at the entrance of your dripping hole. With a look of total
domination, he plunges his entire length deep inside you. "AHHHHH!" You exclaim
as he begins to thrust in and out of your pulsating nest. You feel him rubbing
your very sensitive spot deep inside your pussy, across the roof, just inside
your pelvic bone. Oh My God it feels so good! You feel his hands on your hips
as he pulls you back against him. He is thrusting as hard as he can, your ass
slapping against him. He is using your pussy for pure pleasure, you love him
for it, you love to feel him inside you, pounding you. You know he is feeling
it, loving it, that he will make himself cum inside you. With each stroke he
brings himself almost all the way out only to thrust the entire length back in.

You begin to feel something building deep inside you. He places his hands on
the bed beside you and puts his weight on you, he is now driving you into the
bed. You can feel every inch of him pushing inside you, the weight of him on
you, holding you down, your face in the bed, your deep moans lost in the
sheets, Oh God it's beginning, deep inside your pussy you feel in start, the
pit of your stomach begins to quake, the sensation spreads across your loins,
bright lights flash in your eyes. The intensity of your orgasm screams in your
mind. Your body goes rigid, a long, deep growling scream emits from your mouth.
He feels your climax beginning and pumps even faster until you feel him swell
inside you. At the top of your climax you hear him scream out as he reaches it
too, his cock thickens and begins to pulse as shot after shot of his cum
empties into you, Oh God, you can feel each wave inside you, you love this
feeling, a long groan releases from your lips as he collapses on your back,
totally spent.

After several minutes you feel his breathing calm down and him begin to move
inside you, it hardly seems as if he has lost any size, your pussy is so
sensitive. He begins to slowly grind his hips into you, God it feels so good,
your pussy wants more and more of him. Within minutes he is fully hard inside
you again and slowly moving in and out, long, very slow thrusts. You feel him
raise up off you and then very slowly pull out of you, you moan with
disappointment. He stands and releases your binds. He tells you, "Stand up."
You obey, your legs are very shaky from the recent uses and your arms are
stiff. You lower your head but keep eye contact as directed. He is standing
there naked, his shining cock at full glory, he looks so delicious. He goes
over to an overstuffed chair by the fireplace and sits down. He calls you over
and you follow him. "Kneel," he says and you immediately do in front of him.

He spreads his legs and looks into your eyes, you realize what is wanted and do
not require the order, God you want to do this more than anything right now.
You move over and place your head in his lap. "Do not use your hands," he says.
You place your hands on the legs of the chair and position your mouth over the
tip of his hard cock and softly kiss it. You begin to kiss your way up and down
the sides of him, running your tongue along the length of him. He lets you play
this way for a very short time, then he takes your head and places your mouth
directly over him and puts the head of his cock inside your mouth. You love to
feel his hands in your hair, he keeps them there but is no longer putting
pressure to guide you, he has told you what he wants without speaking.

You begin to slide your mouth down him, taking more and more of him into your
mouth until you feel fine, course hair starting to brush against the tip of
your nose, he is deep inside your mouth now, you feel him inside your throat,
God he tastes so good. you can tastes the sweet mixture of your juices on him.
You begin to raise your head and just as your have only the tip inside your
mouth, you slide back down with a slight suction on him he begins to moan. You
love doing this for him, bringing him such intense pleasure, your own pussy is
still dripping from the hard fucking he gave you earlier and fresh juices from
your excitement are beginning to join them. You begin to increase the pace of
your sucking, each time taking the entire length of him in and out of your
mouth, your saliva begins to slide down the outside of his cock. You start to
concentrate your tongue across the underside of the head and into the hole at
the top of his cock. His moans increase as your ministrations continue. You
feel him begin to grow larger inside your mouth, his climax impending, you
increase your speed on his cock. He howls loudly as he begins to erupt inside
your mouth, his hands holding tightly on your head as he pumps thrust after
thrust into your throat. You swallow each pulse of cum as quickly as you can,
the taste is heavenly, your senses alive with pleasure as he continues to spend
inside you.

Your mouth never leaves his cock and he slowly begins to relax his legs which
had grown so tight. You suck softly on his cock as is begins to soften inside
your mouth, he begins to quiver as the sensitivity increases just after
cumming. You know it drives him wild for you to suck him at this point and you
will not disappoint him, not now, never again. When he cannot handle it
anymore, he slowly raises your head off him. He is clean, not a spot of
moisture remains on his cock. He smiles at you and you are beaming that you
have pleased him so, he lays your head on his thigh and you wrap your arms
around his leg as you both look into the fire, feeling it's warmth. His hand
slowly caresses your hair, you both sigh contentedly. "I love you," you say
softly, your eyes never leaving the fire. As he leans down and tenderly kisses
your head, "I know." 

Chapter Three

As the morning sun leaks through the curtains the next morning, you awake to a
very familiar, yet unrecognizable aroma. You roll over on the bed, wrapped
tight in a warm quilt, and prop yourself up on your elbows. You notice the
binds still attached to the bed hanging loosely from each post. Across the room
you see him standing there, his back to you. He is half dressed, wearing a pair
of Levi's with no shirt and barefoot. You think back on the night before, you
smile and a warm glow overcomes your body. Never in your life have you felt
this way about another person. Until now, your life's work has been your two
wonderful children, they are everything to you. You remember how emotional you
were the moment each were born. You let down at the birth of the first child
and cried. People had seen you. You were angry with yourself afterwards, crying
is for the weak. You felt just as happy the second time, but fought off the
tears. You would not let anyone see you weak, you could be stronger than them
always, or so you thought. Now that they are yours alone, you realize how
lonely you have been your entire life. How without even knowing it, you have
been searching, drifting really, lost without an anchor. Your life had no real
course, nothing that made you look forward to the future. Was it just as much
your fault as anyone else's? Had you built so many walls around you that it
trapped you in as much as it held everyone out? You thank God that there was
now a definite light at the end of the tunnel and you are watching that
glorious light make breakfast without him even knowing you are awake.

You wrap the quilt tighter around your naked body as you throw your legs over
the edge of the bed and walk silently up behind him. "Mmmmmm, what smells so
wonderful?" He doesn't answer as he turns around and smiles. "Good morning
sweetheart. Hungry?" "Famished," you reply. After a soft kiss, you cuddle
against him as he dips another piece of thickly sliced, homemade bread into a
batter before dropping it on a griddle. "French toast? I haven't had that in
years. It was always my favorite when I was little." "I know, your mother told
me. She also gave me her special recipe." Now you remember why the smell was so
familiar, yet it had been so many years. "I thought she wouldn't give that up
until her deathbed. How did you get it from her?" His reply was simply a smile.

You always knew that your mom really liked him, especially after the first time
they met. They spent the entire time laughing and flirting, mostly at your
expense but you were so glad they hit it off so well. It really made things so
much easier when the hard times hit later, during the divorce. Your family
understood about your situation. They too were worried about the one thing that
mattered the most, the children. Knowing the way things were destined to
workout really helped. The biggest obstacle in the entire plan was you, would
you let the most wonderful thing ever in your life get away from you? Could you
commit? Really commit to him? Love him unconditionally? Most of all, would you
let him love you the same way? That has always been the problem. Yesterday's
walk in the woods and last night had really opened the world up to you. A
glimpse of the world you were missing. A world where you were completely open
to your partner, vulnerable to everything, most of all...no walls. The pleasure
of it all.

The breakfast was as wonderful, the best part was that it was served on just
one plate with the two of you sharing. He cut the toast up and fed you both.
You cannot remember eating so much and not feeling guilty. A lot better than
that chocolate diet shake you normally had. You figured that with all the
calories you burnt off last night and the thoughts of the day ahead, you would
need the energy. The last thought brought a smile to your face. As you looked
at him you realized he had been watching you, a look of fascination in his
eyes. You could look into his eyes forever. After putting the freshly washed
and rinsed dishes on the rack to dry, he turned to the counter you were sitting
on and moved close to you. You open your legs to let him get closer, the quilt
falling around you. He takes you in his arms and holds you close to him. Your
head against the soft hairs on his chest, he smells so good. He pushes you back
gently and takes your face gently into his hands. He kisses you softly. Your
head spins in the pleasure of it all. It had never been this wonderful before,
never. His quiet voice breaks the trance, "I love you very much and want you to
marry me. I don't want you to answer me now, especially if the answer is 'no,'
but wait until later. I will ask you again, answer me then, OK?" You can only
nod as your eyes are locked in his. His hands slide down to your shoulder as he
smiles and says, "Now get your shapely ass in the shower. We have errands to
run today before we can come back here and play." 
Errands?? Before we can play? Better not be paying the gas and cable bills was
the first thought that shot through your head. The devilish smile that crossed
his face ended any thoughts of that. Your body tingled with excitement as you
hopped down off the counter and hurried off to the bathroom.

He never ceases to amaze you as you enter the bathroom and see all your beauty
products awaiting you. Right down to the right shampoo and eyeliner. God, this
guy pays way too much attention. You smile to yourself in the mirror, "Thanks
God." As you take a hot shower, the water beats down on your skin, opening all
your pores to its soothing warmth. You luxuriously soap your entire body and
rinse it completely. You want to be as fresh and clean as possible for him. As
you dry yourself with the oversized towel, memories of last night flash in your
mind. You have a permanent smile. After drying your hair and putting on your
make up you realize that you have no clothes. Almost on cue there is a soft
knock at the door, it opens and he appears. His eyes scan your body before him
and a huge smile appears as he hands you a stack of clothing, kisses you
quickly and tells you to hurry. He then laughs as he turns and retreats back
through the door. You can hear him laughing as he walks down the hallway. "Like
asking a woman to hurry ever works," he chuckles. "Take your time sweetheart,
you are always worth it!" You smile at his humor, but wish he were there so you
could pop him with the towel.

The clothing he brought surprises you. A matching dark green bra and panty set,
a pair of khaki pants, and a black shirt, all in the correct sizes of course.
You have to admit, you look very nice in it. Actually, damn good! As you exit
the bathroom you see him. Through the very large window near the bed, he is
sitting on the porch. He is also wearing a pair of khaki pants. His polo shirt
is hunter green and looks so good on him. He is leaning at the deck rail
looking out over the lake. He has a distant look in his eyes as he looks at the
water. You cannot help but wonder if he too has a secret place he goes during
tough times.  What a wonderful man. Will he let you inside? 
A smile crosses your face as you realize that he already has, that was
something he did a long time ago. You are thankful for the candid nature of
this man. You know that he will be honest with you. You know that you can
completely trust him. Although his past is less than perfect with
relationships, he has never given you cause to question his honor and
commitment to you. He has the passion for life that you enjoy yet he also has a
quiet peace about him. He knows what he wants, and he has made it perfectly
clear that it is you.

You also know he is a hopeless romantic, that part of him makes him do some
wonderfully crazy things sometimes. Like the time he put your birthday
announcement up on the billboard across from the mall. He even got the years
right, much to your chagrin. You both ended the night laughing in each others
arms as you sat in his car watching the words being replaced by an announcement
of someone named Debbie having a 8lb 6oz baby boy. Then there was the time he
showed up at your work with a huge Valentine card. Taped inside were two
tickets to the Garth Brooks concert that night. Your boss was also in on the
gift with the rest of the day off, he had set up the entire thing. He had your
favorite pizza ready in his car for the 100 mile trek to the concert. During
trip home, in the darkness of the interstate, you showed him your appreciation
by fulfilling a fantasy he had. Thank God for cruise control. What kept you
from seeing this man for all his glory before today? 
 "Penny for your thoughts," you say as you walk out on the deck, the door
 shutting silently behind you. He blinks momentarily and smiles at you. "Just
 wondering about the future. I always do my best thinking sitting here, looking
 out at the lake. I have always felt close to water. Something about being near
 or on the water just seems right for me. I don't know why, just always has. I
 guess it is why I love it here." "And what did you see in the future?" you
 ask. A smile covers his face, a look of knowing enters his emerald eyes as he
 stands and says, "Lets go!" 

Chapter Four

The drive into town is a beautiful bouquet of fall colors in the trees along
the road. As you ride with the window down, the wind blowing through your hair,
you can't remember the last time you took the time to notice nature's wondrous
splendor and enjoyed yourself like this. You love to drive his car, the quick
5-speed that handles like a sports car. Of course you could concentrate better
on the road if his hands where not driving you crazy. It seems you can never
drive without his hands starting on your thigh and working their way up,
caressing your face and neck, or just holding your hand up to his warm mouth
for a kiss. You seem to lose your concentration during these periods as you
manage just an occasional moan as he takes one of your fingers into his mouth
and begins to suck on it. You do prefer this kind of treatment over some of his
past antics. Sometimes he just sits over there, turned towards you in the seat
and slowly strokes himself through his pants. It is not uncommon for him not to
be wearing underwear under his shorts in the summer and he will let you see his
growing cock. Sometimes you're just about lose your mind. On this trip he is
slowly caressing your thigh and gently pushing his hand between your legs to
the exact point above your clit. You swear he has the perfect ability to find
it through numerous layers of clothing. He really does know how to touch you.
You respond by opening your mouth and sucking in air, swallowing loudly, and
blinking your eyes quickly. You almost forget you are driving. You ask him not
to do that right now, saying that the simple, windy road becomes a grand prix
race when you cannot concentrate on it. He laughs as he removes his hand and
holds yours firmly. You really do love his touch.

As you enter the town ahead you ask him where exactly you should go. He laughs
and tells you to park in a small shopping plaza containing numerous clothing
stores. You pull into a parking space and get out of the car. As you naturally
place you arm in his, you enter a woman's boutique. You walk back into the
dress section. You see several beautiful dresses displayed. The very pretty
young saleswoman comes over and smiles broadly at him and he nods to her. "Room
number 3,"  she says and disappears back to the front of the store. You look at
him in wonder as you enter the fitting room, closing the door behind you. He
remains outside, sitting in an overstuffed chair obviously designed for the man
who has been brought along.

Inside the room you find numerous dresses and outfits, all of them are very
pretty and VERY feminine. They appear to be in order so you begin to undress
and put on the first dress. It is a very classic black dress, long with a low
cut back. You will not be able to wear a bra with this one. It fits you very
well, at least you think so, but all the mirrors in the room have been removed.
A smile crosses your face, you understand now. It really doesn't matter what
you think about the dress, this is all for him. Your nipples begin to harden at
this, the excitement is felt at many parts of your body. You open the door and
walk out towards him, smiling as you twirl around, the dress whirling around
your legs, a true dancing dress.

"Very nice," he says as you stop and look into the full length mirrors before
you. You see his eyes on yours in the reflection. You could not agree more with
him, it looks incredible. You see him stand and walk up behind you. He takes
his hand and runs his finger down the back of your neck to the base of your
spine. The sensation only causes your chest to stick out even more. The affect
on the front of the dress is alarming as your nipples press against the silky
fabric. He smiles and holds you close to him, his arms curling around your
waist. He looks lovingly into your eyes. "You really look beautiful," he
whispers as he kisses your cheek and then swats your butt. You recoil from his
spank and try to hit him back but he is expecting your move and you miss him
badly, almost losing your balance. He laughs as he sits back down in the chair.
You put a smug look on your face as you march back into the fitting room to
change. Once inside you cannot help but smile at yourself. You are really
enjoying this time together.

The next outfit is a very form fitting combination. The sleeveless shirt is a
pullover and barely reaches the waist, the pants hug your hips tightly and
flair slightly at the bottom. They are both a very deep green velvet. The feel
of the fabric on your skin is intoxicating. You are glad that your panties are
designed to remove all possible panty lines. It bothers you to think he planned
that much ahead. You walk out to the mirrors forgetting that you were supposed
to be mad at him. You smile as you see how nice your ass looks in these pants.
You don't know if you like the outfit, you look at him to read his face. He
asks you to stop biting the inside of your mouth, a nervous habit you have had
forever. He looks over the outfit, his eyes lingering on your butt, you smile
because you know how much he loves your butt. "Interesting," is all he says.
You return to the room with a smile.

As you remove your clothes, you look at the next outfit and are a little
shocked. It is a very sexy burgundy camisole and matching tap pants set. Made
of 100% silk, the top slides softly into place, the bottom wears comfortably on
your waist. The shear elegance of it causes a shudder down your back. Did it
get cooler in here? He cannot want you to come out into the store wearing this
did he? You feel the breeze on the cheeks of your ass as you walk out into the
mirrored area. He cannot hold back the smile that appears on his face. He
motions you to him and you walk over to him. "Delicious." He runs his hands up
your legs, holding you by the hips. He raises an eyebrow when his hands slides
under your tap pants and comes in contact with your panties, surely he didn't
expect... He laughs as he reads your mind. "Not this time sweetheart, not
yet.." he says as he takes you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you and
kisses you full on the mouth. It is all you can do to keep your legs together,
keeping some semblance of being a lady. He helps you to your feet. You twirl
once more and laugh as you head back to the room. You are really enjoying this.

The next, and last, outfit is hanging against the wall. If the last outfit
shocked you, this one totally terrifies you. The problem you have is that you
can still see the wall completely. It is a white lace corset and panty set with
matching garter belt and stockings. The lace is very beautiful but almost
completely sheer. As you begin to dress into the outfit there is a soft knock
at the door. "Yes?" you answer. "Do you need some assistance with the last
outfit?" The voice is the young saleswoman. You realize,  much to your chagrin,
that you may not be able to fasten the back of the corset yourself because it
is laced with a drawstring, not with hook fasteners. You open the door wearing
only the panties and garter belt with the corset loosely fitted across your
chest. She steps into the room. "You look very nice," she says as you blush and
feel the heat spreading across your face and down your neck. She stands behind
and you stand still and allow her to touch your breasts through the fabric. She
adjusts you in the top of the corset, your nipples hardening against her hands.
A soft moan escapes as you blush even deeper. You feel her move closer behind
you, her breasts against your back. Her voice becomes a soft whisper in your
ear, it sends chills down your spine. She tells you how beautiful you look and
how great the fabric feels against your body. You feel the dampness growing in
your panties. She runs her hands around your bodice and begins to lace up the
back of the corset. She finishes without having to pull hard against your body
and your fill completely encased in the garment. It feels like a second skin
but is not restricting. It also covers your part of your body you are least
proud of and accentuates your feminine features. You are glad that she is no
longer touching your breasts and your breathing starts to return to normal. "Do
you need help with your stockings," she asks? You are not sure if there is a
double meaning to the offer or maybe you are imagining the look she is giving
you and your body. "No, but thank you for your help," you reply with an
innocent smile. You swear you saw an flash of disappointment before she smiled
and left the room.

You sit down on the bench and slowly slide the stockings up your legs, feeling
the silkiness against your skin. There are few things that feel as feminine as
wearing stockings. You never really wore them until you found out that he
really loves them and finds them incredibly sexy. You feel the wetness between
your legs as you press your thighs together, rubbing your legs up and down with
your hands. You step into the shoes provided for this outfit, white 4 inch
heels. You enjoy the extra height and the elegance it adds to your outfit. You
are still anxious about leaving the room dressed as you are. You have no idea
who could be in the store when you emerge.

You open the door slowly and let out a deep breath you had been holding as you
walk out into the store. A quick darting look around the store reveals only
him, you shudder with relief. He laughs at your expression but you can see that
your appearance has caught his eye. He looks you up and down, you read the
desire in his eyes. It is immense, but that is not all. You see the lump in the
front of his khakis begin to grow. You almost trip as your knees weaken. Your
insides twist as your body immediately responds to what you are seeing. Your
nipples harden quickly and your feel the flush of heat run down your chest all
the way to your clit. Your pussy moistens as your breath catches. "How does he
do this to you?" you begin to wonder. No one, absolutely no one, has ever done
this to you! But just the mere sight of him, the heady softness of his voice,
or even the warmth of his touch sends your body in shivers. He stands and walks
over to you as you face the mirrors. "You look absolutely fantastic!" 
You smile at his compliments. His hands wrap around you from behind and you
melt into him, feeling his warmth. You also feel his hardness against you. You
involuntarily move back against it. He sighs and brings his hands up to cup
your breasts. You close your eyes, forgetting where you are and are lost in his
caress. You are shocked that his hands move to your hips and stop. "You made
one mistake with the outfit, my love." You quickly turn to face him and look
down your body, "What?" "Your panties always go on the outside of the garter
belt. It allows you to remove them easier..... for lots of reasons." You blush
at his meaning and smile, slightly embarrassed. That is something you would
have never thought of but somewhere deep inside you are so glad that he did. He
kneels in front of you and unsnaps your garters one by one and slides them
under the thin strap of your panties. He then snaps them back onto the
stockings. When he is complete, he looks up into your eyes and you nearly melt
when he leans over and kisses your wetness softly through the panties. You know
he can smell your scent and he smiles. You shudder as you feel fresh moisture
appear on your nether lips. You quickly look around as he kisses you again. His
tongue searching out against your panties, you quickly realize that you are
still in a public store and anyone could walk in any minute. The excitement of
this and the pleasure his talented tongue is bringing you causes you to lean
back against a mirror. You see no customers in sight, but you can see the
beautiful sales clerk in one of the mirrors. She does not know you can see her
and she is touching herself as she watches you. You let out a deep, long moan
when his tongue pushes aside your panties and enters your pussy. Your
excitement is doubled by the fact you are being watched. Your whole body begins
to quake as his tongue finds your enlarged clit and begins to suck it deeply
into his mouth. His mouth continues it's attack on your sweet pussy as his
hands move up to hold your ass cheeks tightly. He pulls them closer to his
face, mashing your mound against him face. You feel your orgasm approaching
quickly, this is so fast, you can hardly believe it. He begins to quickly lick
your clit, harder and harder, just what you need to take you over the edge. His
fingers pulling tight on your ass. The sensations from his tongue, his mouth,
his hands, and the tremendous excitement you feel seeing the clerk's face as
she shoves her hand down the front of her pants watching you sends you over the
edge. You almost scream as your orgasm overcomes you, your head is thrown back
as you try to escape from his mouth, your pussy on fire and it spasms over and
over. Oh My God, you cannot get away from his sucking mouth. It takes you
higher and higher. You cannot continue as you collapse against the mirror, his
hands and face holding you up. He gently lowers you to a sitting position as
your senses begin to return. He gently kisses your face and you taste your
juices on his lips. He leans back and smiles broadly and says, "I think we will
take this one. What do you think?" A smile is all the answer you have strength
for.

By the time you return to the room and dress in your street clothes your
heartbeat has calmed down and your breathing is almost normal. The hard part is
facing the saleswoman. You are not sure who is embarrassed more as you stand
there with him as he pays for items selected. You do wear a very large smile
for the clerk when she manages to say with a straight face, "Please come
again." "Absolutely!" is your only response. You manage to see the deep blush
on the clerk as you turn and walk out of the store with your arm locked tight
in his.



Chapter Five


The next stop on the trip is a very small boutique that you are not familiar
with. As you come to a stop in front of the shop, he tells you to wait for him
as he disappears inside. He emerges in about 5 minutes. He answers your look
with a smile as you back out into the street. The final stop of the day is at
the grocery store. "I thought you had everything?" you question. "Everything
for me, but not everything for us." As you enter to automatic doors you realize
how much you like doing these tasks with him. How natural it feels to be with
him, he turns and looks deep into your eyes. As if he could read your mind, "It
is fun, isn't it?" You just smile, a very big smile. You stock up on several
items that almost make you blush as he picks them up, especially the way he
held the peaches as he looked at you, running his tongue across his lips, you
try to playfully hit him with the cart. Fresh bread from the bakery. Laughing
as he picks up a bag of ice and mudslide mix, not exactly the chocolate shake
you normally have. Although you do not drink very much, you both have spent
numerous hours sitting with friends drinking over at the Redneck Lounge. Quite
a place, a lot of freaks go there. Guess you both fit right in. "At least one
of us does," he is very fond of saying. That remark will usually get him a poke
in the ribs if he is close enough.

After loading the groceries into the car, he drives back to the house. You love
to sit and watch him. Of course he knows you are watching and glances at you
quite often. You love him, plain and simple. You arrive with the dusk, the sun
setting earlier and earlier. After unloading the bags and packages, he asks you
to prepare a salad while he starts the grill. He goes into the refrigerator and
comes out with a bowl containing two delicious looking steaks he has had
marinating all day. Shaking your head in awe, you begin to cut up the
vegetables. After a fabulous meal, you feel totally stuffed. he makes a pitcher
of mudslides, pours two tall glasses, and you go out on the deck. The first
stars are beginning to come out yet there is not a chill in the air, Indian
summer.

You sit together on the wide steps looking out over the lake. He takes a small
drink and sets his glass down. He turns to you as you clasp the glass in both
hands in front. You turn and meet his gaze. The evening twilight highlights his
face, you can see the sparkle in his eyes as he takes the glass from your hand
and sets it down. He takes both of your hands in his. "I have known many women
in my life, I thought I loved a few. That is until I met you. You have turned
my life upside-down. All that I thought was truth was wrong. Everything I
thought I wanted for myself was indeed for someone else. You brought the truth
into my life. You have captured my heart as no other ever could. You are the
standard that all women in my life will forever be measured by. No one comes
close. You hurt me very much when you pushed me away. I did understand your
reasons and will always respect your feelings in all things. The one thing you
could never understand is my feelings for you. I could not stop loving you even
if you walked out of life here and now and I never saw you again. You will
forever carry my heart in your hands. I have asked you several times before
including this morning if you would be my wife. You know how much I love you. I
can provide for you and promise I will never physically or mentally abuse you.
You mean more to me than life itself, I would die for you." 
He moves slowly in front of you, bracing himself on one knee. All your emotions
spring forward as he quietly asks, "Will you marry me?" He looks into your
eyes, you cannot hold back the tears as they fill your eyes and spill quietly
down your cheeks. For the first time that you can ever remember, you are not
afraid of some one seeing you cry, you are not ashamed of your feelings. Your
voice is lost as you softly take his face in your hands and lean down and kiss
him.  As your softly rub your cheek against his, you answer him, almost a
whisper, "Yes." He reaches into his pocket and removes a beautiful diamond
ring. You are barely breathing as he slides the ring onto your finger and
kisses your hand. You feel him take you into his arms and pull you tight
against him. You feel as if he is holding you for the very first time. You
never want him to let go, never give you up. Everything you have ever wanted is
in your life now. All those walls have come crashing down as you have finally
let someone in. What the future holds, no one really ever knows. There is
something you now know. The love of this very good man makes it all worth the
risk.


THE END