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Awakening

Susie?s mind had been quiet lately?since he had come into her life. It seemed as if a part of her that had been missing had finally been completed, and all was as it should be. It was funny she thought?how something she now realized she had so longed for, she never really knew was missing. The story might have been more romantic if she had just met him. Maybe even the twist of plot that she had been with another and he had stolen her away. But the truth was she had always known him, or at least thought she did.

She didn?t know if it were better to say he had changed, and yes she had to admit it, she had changed, or to categorize it as an evolution of their relationship. Sometimes she thought it would be best to think of it as two completely new people. It seemed more fitting and easier to accept.

The change began when she, or rather they, decided on career change for her. Events in her life had made it imperative that she get out of what she had been doing. He agreed, and even encouraged her, not like some husbands that could only see the dollars lost for the family. Changes were made. He saw to that. The retirement home they had built was sold, upgrades to the house put off. She was free to pursue the career she thought would make her most happy.

The journey began when she enrolled in school. The responsibilities of the marriage were still there and the home and all the things that go with being a wife and a mother. Her life was busy, too busy. No time for reflection and sometimes not time for romance. Vacations were a thing of the past. Sometimes they fought but the times they did seemed to be when they had grown too far apart and they always seemed to pull back together, stronger. More time spent with each other always was the antidote. She now understood that the sadness and unhappiness she had seen in his face those times, was as much a reflection of her own unhappiness and dissatisfaction.

School was behind her. Her children now not long for the nest. Job offers were on the horizon, she simply had to pick which one to take. The finances were certainly workable. With her new job and his they would be able to do most anything they wanted. But the biggest change was in him. Not so much that he had changed, but how she perceived him. Something that had always been there, but she could only now understand.

He had ?come up hard? as they say. He had been a man doing a man?s work at 12. His parents had split and acted more like children than he did. His only hope for a college education had been playing football. Undersized and on a bad team had had worked like a mad man to make it happen but a series of injuries kept him from getting any real offers. Enrolling in a trade school he pushed himself just as hard to be the best and soon he was. A job offer followed and he jumped at it. He faced each day with the same passion and rose through the ranks to be one of the most respected people at his company, but the money wasn?t to come with out the college education so he drove himself to get that, going at night until finally he had the diploma.

She realized now how unusual it was. How he would not marry her until he KNEW he could care for her as he should. How he had pushed and done without things. How he didn?t go out with friends or take up fishing or hunting to be away from her. The arguments, disagreements sometimes fights, he was always there to grab her and hold her and tell her he would never let go. Sometimes she forgot about that. And sometimes she caused trouble just so she could feel it again. Through it all she now understood there had always been a plan and on that cold day in January she finally understood.

They had played with role play some, she always played the submissive. She enjoyed the freedom of letting go, enjoying. Anything that did not threaten her relationship with him was acceptable and enjoyed. She loved playing the slut, free to do as she wished. It always seemed to free her mind and take her to new levels of excitement, releasing endorphins and relaxing her normally tense body. She especially loved it when it seemed to please him. Sometimes for days after they played like that she would feel the relaxation and glow that their fun had brought about. But she had never known surrender. She had never known what it meant to completely and fully let go of all she was, all her secrets, all her fears, all of her desires. Things that she had kept hidden even from her self. But he knew. He had always known.

On the day that she realized it, she began a journey that would never end. She began a journey that would sometimes be frightening, but more fulfilling than possibly imaginable. She now knew that every admission she offered, every fear she admitted to, every secret she had locked away in the basement of her mind, belonged to him.

And he had always known.

Each time she opened herself to him she freed herself of her stresses and bought more equity in the relationship she had always wanted. She WANTED him to know. She WANTED him to own her secrets, her fears, and her failings. She could not resist once she knew he not only wanted it, but required it. And finally the way she knew it was his story about the wine. So perfect an analogy for their lives together. ?The wine? he told her, ?cannot be made over night. Many have tried, but the finest of wines take many years to develop, each in its own sweet time. Our relationship is the same. It could not be reproduced without the same ingredients, same trials and the same aging. Anything else would be a cheap imitation.?

Susie decided then to give herself to him, fully and completely, to once and for all to be able to tell him when she was sad for no reason, scared when she didn?t know why, and mad when she knew she should not be. She decided then to be the vulnerable child she truly was, needing him for what he was, knowing she was loved for her shortcomings and failures, not for her strengths and beauties. She decided that day to belong to him.

He began slowly at first?telling her what he wanted her to wear, how he wanted her to fix her hair. She always complied to the best of her ability and she enjoyed the way it made her feel. Most of all she enjoyed the strange sense of empowerment it gave her to comply with his wishes. There was something about doing as he asked that made her feel sure of herself. Even the things that she would have preferred not to do, such as going out in public with out a bra, or going without panties became more and more enjoyable to her. It seemed to build her confidence in her ability to please him and keep him. As she thought about it and grew used to the idea, she realized that is what her submission was really all about, her ability to keep him.

That had always bothered her. Not really on the rational side, she knew that, but like some irrational fear that one can?t control, it had always been there. She was always afraid that someday he would grow tired of her and go away. Looking back now she realized that the fear of his leaving had driven her in so many ways. What she should do, what she shouldn?t do. All of it had to be measured against how she thought he would react and if there was a doubt, she either wouldn?t react or would take the safest choice. ?Take no chances?, that was her motto.

She could see that now. See how she had lived so within herself, so constrained, afraid to ask for things or afraid to rock the boat. But he was ordering her now, telling her what to wear, telling her what to do, sexually and otherwise. He was in complete control, anything he wanted he got; and she loved it.

If she wanted something all she had to do was ask in the right way, ?Would my master mind if I bought a new blouse?? He always said yes. He might have her perform some act or task but it was always worth the trouble and often very enjoyable. She finally understood, the more she submitted, the more confident she became. The more she played the part of the submissive, the more control over her life she really had. Even the rare occasion when there was something she could not bring herself to comply with, all she had to say was, ?please, no?.

As she submitted and grew to love the submission, she began to open her eyes to the fact that they were made for each other and they were meant to be together. She began to understand that all of the troubles she had locked in her past, even the ones she hid from herself, he already knew. He had always known. If not the specific details, then the ideas and the concepts that made them the demons they were.

At first his requirements were simple, what to wear, what to cook, but increasingly they grew more complicated and more daring. Like the time he had her go down on him as he showed her doing it on camera over the internet to a couple they had met. Something she would have never done before, but now she reveled in her ability to comply for him.

A few weeks after she began her new career he sent her a text message at work. ?Be ready to ride tonight.? She knew instantly what he meant. One of their presents to each other had been the new Harley they had purchased her last month in school. She loved the way it made her feel, free and alive. Lately when the kids would visit friends or stay with grandma, they took to riding for the evening. She quickly responded ?yes Master?any place special?? In a few minutes she received a reply. ?just someplace fun?.

By six o?clock that evening they were on the road. The warm breeze licked her skin and caressed her face washing the stresses of the week from her body. Her mind cleared and she opened herself to the fragrances and experience. They rode for about an hour to a town about the same size as theirs. He pulled in to a motel and told her to wait. He checked them into a small suite complete with kind size bed and hot tub. He told her to get comfortable and then strip. He told her the rules for the night were to be simple. She was to learn her way around the room and then she would be blindfolded for the evening. She was not to remove the blindfold unless she was given permission. After a few minutes he put the blindfold on her and began to fill the tub. He removed a bottle from their over night bag and placed a glass of wine in her hand. Softly and slowly she took a drink. In a commanding voice he told her to remove her clothes and she complied.

Susie had always felt that a blindfold made everything feel just MORE. She could feel the air on her skin, smell the bath as it was drawn, taste the wine in ways she never had before. It opened her up to things in ways she never imagined. Every nerve ending in her body was alive and electric. The scent of the relaxing lavender bath oil filled the room and washed over her senses.

After a few minutes he led her to the hot tub which he had filled with warm water. He helped her into the tub and let her lay back against the side in the warm water. ?Tonight? he said, ?is an adventure. What ever happens is of my doing and my doing alone. You have no guilt, no remorse, only pleasure to guide you.? He rubbed her shoulders and continued, ?what ever happens tonight I expect you to act as my slave and do as I ask. After tonight if you wish to re-negotiate, we will, but tonight you are my slave. Do you understand Pet?? To which she replied, ?Yes Master.? He kissed her softly and caressed her cheek. ?Lay back, relax and enjoy,? he said and with that he turned on the jets to the tub.

The warm water began to caress her already sensitive skin and she drifted in her thoughts to how long she had enjoyed these little games they had played. She let her mind wander to the different things they had tried and the different games he had initiated. She loved them all, some more than others, and she let herself wonder how the relationship would have fared if they had not ?experimented? through the years.

She had friends that she knew were less than happy in their sexual relationships and she felt sorry for them that they could not enjoy the things she had enjoyed. The sounds of the jets in the tub blocked out all sound from around her and she drifted and relaxed. She felt sexy and alive and felt her nipples harden and felt the warmth between her legs growing with each minute.

She felt his fingers on her face. She always loved that, the sensation of him gently massaging her face. She relaxed more and felt the warmth pass through her body. He was so gentile tonight, softer than he had ever been before. His fingers were strong but somehow softer, more patient. She loved this new side of him, this new evolution of the relationship. His hands moved down her face to her neck after an exquisitely pleasurable time. Often before when he massaged her he moved on to a new part of her body before she was really ready. She was always left wishing he had lingered just a bit longer. She repositioned herself to allow him access to the base of her neck and involuntarily let out a moan that seemed to come from deep in her soul. His fingers played on her neck and kneaded the stresses from her body in such a perfect way. Never before had he been this thorough and she loved it with every cell in her body.

Quietly a though passed through her mind that gave her pause?.could this be someone else? They had talked about it, played out fantasies about it, but never come close to involving someone else. Something did feel different about the hands, not quite as strong and more slender. The thought scared her and at the same time excited her. Someone other than her husband looking at her like this scared her, but they seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and they were very good at it. She decided to relax and enjoy the massage just as he commanded.

The hands moved lower on her back and she was forced to sit up a bit to give them access to her upper back. God, this felt so good. She had never felt so pampered, so warm. She was sure of it now, the hands were moving in rhythms and in ways that he had never done before. It had to be someone else. Maybe this hotel offered a massage service, but no, they would not do a massage like this. She knew that from one of her friends that had gone into massage as a trade. Maybe this was some guy he had found to do this?.no he would not have done that. Maybe this was the lady they had talked to on the phone, the one they had played out fantasy games with. Who ever it was they were doing a great job of loosening up her back. ?No harm in enjoying the massage,? she thought and with that she slipped deeper into the relaxed state he so much enjoyed.

Two sets of hands made their way into her hands and she heard him say, ?let?s move you to the bed where you can be more comfortable.? They helped steady her as she got out of the tub and she could feel them now, one on each side of her as she moved, he was on her right and she could tell the person on her left was a little shorter than her, not as strong and softer. Somehow the contrast made him seem bigger and stronger to her as her senses tried to drink in the sensations.

They had both dried her off as she stood beside the bed and she had the sensation of being a queen readied for bed by her servants. They laid her diagonally across the bed, on her back. Her husband moved to her head and placed her wrists in soft leather restraints. He then moved away and she could feel the woman, she was sure of it now, move to her feet and begin to massage her lower legs and shins. Apprehension welled up in her because she just knew any second she would be spread and devoured before she was ready. She had thought about that, as he had instructed her, and she knew she was not opposed to the pleasure, but she also knew it couldn?t be this quick. But she resolved herself that she was his slave and would comply if that was what he wished.

The woman moved closer now as she tried to relax and she could feel the fabric of the woman?s outfit with her feet as her calves were kneaded from underneath. Maybe a jump suit or just soft cotton sweats. Slowly the hands worked their way up her thighs and instead of relaxing she tightened up in fear of being touched for the first time sexually by another woman. As the woman?s hands worked on beyond her middle to her belly and then to her arms she began to think that maybe she was wrong, that this was only a massage and not the sexual encounter that he had so often teased her about. The woman?s hands kneaded their way thoroughly up her body to her neck and she began to relax again and enjoy the experience. Tine seemed to drift away as she was lost to the enjoyment of the sensations.

After a time four hands found her body and they gently rolled her onto her stomach to give access to her back. She had the sensation of being out of her body, looking down on it all. She was struck by the eroticism of the scene in her mind, the voluptuous woman working over her naked body, her husband looking on, guiding it all. She felt the first wave of sexual excitement wash over her as she seemed to watch the events unfolding before her. She became aware of a sense of disappointment that the massage would soon be over. She was so much enjoying those soft hands touching her body. Somehow they just seemed more knowledgeable of how much pressure and where to touch.

As the lady massaged upward from the middle of her back, somehow the tone changed, it became softer more like caresses than massage strokes. She began to think of how those strokes would feel over all the parts of her body. She began to fantasize about herself being a captive queen and the woman a slave girl owned by her new king. Her wicked thoughts seemed to play out through her mind as she could see the woman teasing her as her husband directed the action. She imagined him standing and stroking his hard cock while directing the preparation of her body for his conquest. A wave of warmth and desire washed over her and she felt herself moisten and her nipples harden.

The four hands came back as she was rolled onto her back. The air washed over her nipples and her sex in a rush and she could not remember being her body ever being so sensitive. She felt the weight of the woman move off the bed and a wave of remorse washed over her that the massage was over. She could hear the rustle of clothing and just as she imagined the woman putting on her coat and preparing to leave, she felt the pressure on the bed of her moving back to her. This time she lay close to her left side and she could feel that the woman was now as naked and it thrilled her. She felt her wrists being released and felt her husband?s naked body lay down on her right side. She gasped as she felt his hand drift across her belly and up to her breast. An involuntary shudder ran through her body as he cupped her breast and drifted his fingers across her nipples. From her left she felt the woman?s hand move up her thigh in a long seductive caress that joined her other breast and made her shudder. She let her right hand find her husband?s stiff cock and she began to stroke it as her left hand tentatively brushed against the woman?s thigh.

She felt her husband?s hand slide downward on a long, delicate, excruciatingly slow path to her sex and she felt her legs part in hunger for his hand. His fingers played over the soft tufts of her pubic hair as she felt the woman?s fingers brush her face with great tenderness. A deep guttural moan escaped her as she arched her back to rise to his fingers. The woman?s hand followed her husband?s down her belly to her middle and joined him there to brush her delicate pubes in a loving caress. Her legs drifted wider and her ached pussy ached for attention. Sensing her need her husband?s finger tips brushed across her pussy lips and it was if a jolt of electricity shot through her as she shuddered into orgasm. Her moan filled the room as one hand squeezed his cock and the other found the woman?s pubic thatch.

Lightly, gently, she could feel their hands intertwined over the heat of her cunt as it cried out for attention.

She brushed the pubic thatch of the lady and found it thick and full in a delicious contrast to the closely trimmed patch of her own. She visualized it being dark and thick and wild. She felt the delicate brush of the woman?s fingers across her pouting pussy lips and again her body responded with a shudder. ?Oh God?, she gasped ?I?m coming again.?

With that he felt the woman?s legs part and her hand went hungrily to her pussy, in hopes that the woman was as excited as she was. What she found was the delicate folds of flesh, most with excitement and eager to be touched. ?This is new for me too,? the woman said shyly. ?I hope you don?t mind that.?

?Not at all? was all Susie could gasp.

With that the woman?s hand played back over Susie?s pussy in a delicate but more deliberate motion and Susie sensed the woman moisten and push into her hand. Another moan escaped Susie?s mouth as the woman cupped her whole hand over her pussy and delicately spread her lips. As one finger darted inside, Susie gasped ?I?m coming again? and she exploded into a rushing orgasm that engulfed her whole body.

?OH GOD, Please FUCK ME? she cried ?I can?t take it anymore.?

With that her husband placed his hand over the woman?s and one of his fingers joined her inside Susie in a stroking, fucking motion that set her hips to bucking into them in lust passion. Reaching deep for her G spot they stroked her and thrust into her until she exploded again in a rush.

As her passion subsided and the room stopped spinning, she felt herself pulled up to a kneeling position and felt her husband slide under her with his face. At first her sensitive pussy resisted his lips and tongue, but then her hunger once again took over and she felt the waves of orgasm begin to rise again. Under the corned of the blindfold, which had slipped just a bit, she could see his cock, hard and swollen in lust. Then she saw the woman?s hands deftly slipping a condom over his thick shaft and guiding it down. As she finished unrolling it over his aching cock, Susie saw her reach between her legs as she straddled his cock and slipped it in. She watched as the woman played with her pussy and began to pump up and down slowly. Susie reached up to her eyes and removed the blindfold in order to drink in every detail. The lude eroticism of the scene gripped her and she reached out to the woman and clasped her hands. She guided their clasped hands up to the woman?s breasts and touched them. She hear the woman moan as she ground her pussy into her husband?s cock and watched as her motions became quicker and quicker. The leaned together as their ample breasts tumbled together and their breath came quicker in each others ear as they both approached the threshold again. The woman seemed to shudder in Susie?s arms and she pulled back to look in her eyes. ?I?m about to come,? she gasped, ?please kiss me.? With that Susie touched her lips to the woman and surrendered herself to total passion as their lips parted. She felt the touch of the woman?s tongue and felt the touch of her husband?s tongue in her slit and let herself feel how naughty and wicked she must look. She looked down and saw her husband?s hips bucking into the woman?s pussy in excitement and felt his tongue in her slit. She closed her eyes and exploded into an orgasm seemed to trigger the climaxes of her two partners as well. She heard a loud guttural moan and realized it was herself as she bucked and exploded and lost control of her body. As the waves of pleasure began to subside from her body she felt the weakness take hold and she tumbled gently to the bed to catch her breath and recover. She closed her eyes and let the relaxed warmth wash her into peaceful slumber cuddled between her master and a beautiful woman.

To be continued?

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