2 comments/ 16475 views/ 2 favorites Angela Waiting By: Xantu This is a continuation of Angela and Devin's story. You can read more about Angela and Devin in my other submissions. Some are written out of time sequence, but each story can stand alone. Chronologically this encounter occurs immediately after "Angela's First Lessons". In this story Angela has to wait while Devin goes on a business trip. With Devin gone, Angela's lessons have been put on hold, but she learns some of the rewards that come with her submission. *** Angela walked down the hall toward her apartment door with her back straight and her head high. It took every once of her will to not throw herself at his feet. Her teeth were gritted, she had to force herself to breath. Silently she thought over and over, "Don't cry, don't cry, don't you fucking dare cry." He had said no more tears today. Devin did not talk as they had driven her home and had not said a word to her as he walked her to her apartment door. He was aware of her struggle to control her emotions and sensed her resolve would shatter at the slightest word. Everything had been said already. In front of her door, he pulled her to face him. Her eyes were huge brimming with unshed tears, lips trembling. She took a deep shuddering breath and tried to smile. Devin pulled her into his arms and gently kissed her on the forehead. She sagged against him, the tiniest whimper of despair started to bubble up. She jerked back and pushed him away. Her shoulders quivering, she turned her back to him and fumbled in her purse for her key. As she stepped through her door she felt the first tear tumble down her face. She turned to say something but he put his fingers against her lips, hushed her and pulled the door shut between them. Angela sank to the floor stifling her sobs. Devin leaned his forehead against the door, fighting every urge to smash down that door and drag her back into his arms. He silently cursed himself for his weakness. He should never had started this when he knew he had to leave in just two days. But she had been so perfect. He had never met a woman whose temperament and needs had so perfectly complemented his. They had barely started to bond and now he had to leave. To be gone now when those bonds were still new and fragile could be disastrous. He knew he had to trust to the strength he had sensed in this woman. He also had lots of plans to keep her busy even if she was not with him. Angela sat struggling with her hair. He liked her to wear it down and loose while they were together but after a day of tumbling around in bed, it was hopelessly tangled. She soaked her curls in a deep conditioner detangler and began to systematically comb out each ringlet. After she was satisfied that every knot was gone she stepped into the shower and washed her hair. Dry her hair hung down as far as her breasts but as it got wet and hung down straighter, it hung almost to her waist. She knew it was beautiful but daily care of this wild mop was time consuming and tiring. Quickly finishing her shower she stepped out and wrapping her hair in a towel she stopped to look at herself in the mirror. She was somewhat disappointed to see the same woman that had looked back at her a thousand times before. She felt so different that she had somehow expected to see some sign, some transformation in her appearance to match the changes she sensed inside herself. Looking closer, the corner of her mouth turned up as she saw a faint ghost of a hickey perfectly circling one of her nipples. Her mind spiraled back to being bound, standing painfully on her toes as he sucked on her. A flash of pleasure bounced around inside her like a pinball, careening from her nipple to her belly, finally falling down into her cunt causing echoes of all the orgasms she had experienced this weekend to resound through her. She turned and was happy to see the welt that the cane had left across her ass was still bright red. She touched it and was thrilled when it still stung at her touch. Her cunt began to throb. "Damn you Devin, what the hell am I going to do for the next two weeks." She was startled by a knock at her door. Her heart lurched. Could it be... She looked through the peek hole in her door and her heart sank, it wasn't him. It was a delivery man. He had a flower in a vase in one hand and a bag in the other. She called through the door, "I didn't order anything." "Miss Halifax, Mr. Devinikos has asked me to deliver these to this address." She slipped a five dollar bill under her door. "Put them on the floor by the door and leave." She had lived in New York long enough to be extremely wary of opening her door to anyone she did not know. When the delivery man left she eagerly opened the door and drug her treasures in. In a lovely cut crystal vase was a single red rose bud, with a tiny card attached. He had written, "You were very brave tonight." In the bag were several items: a carafe of orange juice, the rest of the truffles that had come with their dinner the previous evening, a handful of hair pins, the little bottle of oil he used to treat her leather bracelets, one of the silk straps he used to tie her with, and an envelope. Her hands shook as she opened the envelope. Inside was a letter, a smaller envelope with a single white pill in it and a copy of the picture he had taken of her ass after he had punished her. "Dearest Angela, just a few things to let you know I am thinking of you, Tomorrow my lawyers will be contacting NYC Property Management Services Plus to begin negotiations for a management contract. I made this decision on the merit of your presentation, not because I love fucking you. I will not be able to telephone you very often, but if I can, I will call you at 11 pm NYC time. Do not despair, you will be hearing from me in other ways. I have a trusted employee here in New York. His name is Avery. He will be contacting you to relay messages and directions from me. He has worked for me for a very long time. He is discreet and loyal. I hope you will find a friend in him. The pill is a sleeping pill my doctor recommends to help me adjust to all the time zone changes. They work very well. I suspect we will both have trouble sleeping tonight. I plan on taking one. You can choose whether you want to take it or not. Don't take it after midnight or you will be groggy in the morning. I suspect you will want your wits about you tomorrow. I hate to have to leave you so soon after finding you. Be reassured that you will be in my mind as much as I am in yours. Devin" Angela popped one of the chocolates into her mouth, put the orange juice in the refrigerator, and walked into the bathroom to dry her hair. After it was dry she braided it to keep it from getting too tangled while she slept. A little before 11 she took the pill and crawled into bed wondering how long it would take to fall asleep. She did not expect him to call, but put her cell phone beside the bed, hoping against hope. Her heart lurched when it rang precisely at 11. "Did you get my letter?" His voice sent waves of happiness and lust sweeping over her. "Yes." "Did you take the sleeping pill?" "Just a few minutes ago." "Are you in bed?" "Yes." "What are you wearing." She could not help giggling, this was so stereotypical. "A white nightgown." "Panties?" "Yes." "Take them off." It may have been stereotypic but it sure worked to get her hot. "OK, I took them off." "If you touch yourself; think of me, think of being tied up, think of the pain mixed with the pleasure. You will fall asleep soon. Sweet sexy dreams." He hung up without saying good bye. She looked at the phone and giggled again. Damn him, he knew how to get her going with just a few words. The sheets against her bare skin felt sensual. She was unused to sleeping nude. She reached down and ran her hands over herself, visualizing his hands, when she touched her pussy it was hot and throbbing. Keeping her eyes closed she sent her mind coasting: his hands, his cock plunging into her, his lips on her breast, the smell of his come on her face, his breath hoarse in her ear, his coarse words. She screamed, "Oh god, Devin, Fuck me, fuck me fuck me." and jamming her fingers roughly into her cunt she came, arching and convulsing against her hand. She fell asleep with her fingers still inside. She felt relaxed and rested when her alarm woke her. She pinned her hair up in its bun and put on one of her baggy business suits. Looking in the mirror, she frowned in dissatisfaction, god she looked awful. She was sitting at her breakfast table drinking a glass of orange juice when there was a businesslike knock at her door. Looking through the peek hole she recognized the gray haired man who had sat outside the boardroom on that fateful day when she first met Devin. As soon as she let him in he began to bowl her over with a torrent of words. He practically swished about her apartment, energetically waving his hands as he spoke, "Miss Halifax, I cannot begin to express my delight that our Devin has found a lady friend." He looked her up and down, pursing his lips. "Dear, oh dear, we are going to have to go shopping together soon. You could do so much better than that potato sack suit. He has asked me to furnish the spare room in his apartment here to your taste. How firm do you like your mattress? Are there any personal items that you would like to have stocked in your bathroom." He was so animated and so obviously gay that Angela began to laugh and waved her hands beseeching him to stop. "Mr. Avery, I presume?" "Oh my dear, don't call me 'Mr'. Avery is what everyone calls me. Oh my goodness, look at the time. Devin has his driver coming to take you to work in just a few minutes. Lets walk down together." He leaned down to grab her briefcase and began to urge her out the door. "Wait a minute, slow down. I don't need a driver to take me to work. For gods sake give a girl a chance to answer all these questions." He began to giggle, "Oh dear, I do sometimes get so carried away. I am so excited for our Devin. I would advise you to take the offer of the driver. Devin doesn't ever do anything that he doesn't throw himself into a two hundred percent. He expressed a wish that you be kept busy and happy until he can return to New York. He is not the kind of man who accepts the word 'No'. I strongly recommend you just lay back and enjoy the ride." She smiled and said, "Well, it seems that my life is no longer my own. OK, lets walk down to the car." As they walked down she asked him if he could have lunch with her. She was hoping she could get him to shut up long enough so she could ask him some questions. He continued to chatter as they went down to the street, but she didn't pay too much attention. Before she got in the car, she was startled when he gave her an enthusiastic hug, and exclaimed "Oh Angela you have no idea how excited I am." "You love him don't you." "Oh dear, you can't spend much time with Devin without falling in love with him. He is the most generous, charismatic, hard working man I have ever met. It is the great tragedy of my life that he likes girls." Suddenly serious, he took her hand. "He can be a real bastard if you cross him dear, please be careful. I probably don't need to tell you this. I can tell you are a lady. Devin wouldn't have chosen you if you weren't. Please don't gossip to others about him. People will naturally assume things about you. I recommend you ignore any rumors or questions." Hugging her a second time, he said, "I do hope we can be friends." When Angela got to her cubical, there were two urgent messages on her phone. The first was from Friday notifying her of Mr. Wilson's heart attack. The second was from that morning from the office of the president of the firm requesting to meet with her at the soonest possible time. The tone of the second message was definitely termed as a request and not an order. The president's secretary showed her into her office immediately. As soon as she walked in the president stood up. "Angela, I don't know what you did. I am not sure I want to know, but you have landed one of the hottest new property management accounts in the city. This is huge for the firm. Mr. Devinikos' representatives are down in conference room B hammering out the details. They have a very specific request that you be assigned as the primary manager of their account here. If you don't accept that position they won't sign. I am prepared to offer you a substantial raise and an office of your own. Angela was reeling. Damn you Devin. Once again you make decisions without even asking me what I want and I end up getting everything I could ever have wanted and more. "I would need a secretary to handle an account as big as this." "Of course. We will temporarily assign Mr. Wilson's secretary to you until he returns. By then you will have found someone suitable. I would not be surprised if you don't need a whole staff reporting to you if things work out the way we hope." "Then I accept." The president looked at her quizzically. "Tell me Angela, did you sleep with him?" Angela looked coolly at the older woman, "Mr. Devinikos is a capable and shrewd businessman. I am sure he would not let as trivial a thing as sex influence a business decision. Mr. Wilson and I worked very hard on our presentation. I am sure he deserves as much credit as I do." The office wasn't quite a corner office but it did have a nice big window. Granted the view was of someone else's office window across the street, but after a cubical it was wonderful. The executive bathroom was just down the hall and she had a key. She was starting to feel a little giddy. She checked in with Mr. Wilson's secretary. "Shirley, Mr. Wilson and I landed the Devinikos account. You have been assigned to assist me until Mr. Wilson is well enough to come back to work." "Oh yes, everyone is talking about it. I feel so bad Mr. Wilson isn't here to celebrate." "How is he doing?" Shirley looked sad. "They say he has to have bypass surgery. He might not be coming back at all." "Could you please have some flowers sent to the hospital? Have them write on the card that we landed the account. Tell him we couldn't have done it without him. Wish him a fast recovery." Angela spent most of the morning sitting in Conference Room B, watching as Devin's and the firm's lawyers jockeyed and negotiated a complex contract. She definitely got the idea that in the end Devin got the better half of the deal. Soon it was time for her to go meet Avery. Shirley had spent the morning moving her things from her cubical to her new office. "I will be having lunch with one of Mr. Devinikos' representatives. If you need to reach me you should call my cell." Angela made sure that she had the correct number this time, silently blessing her luck that Shirley had not had it last Friday. Avery stood and waved excitedly when she got to the restaurant. He pulled out her chair. "How was your morning." "Oh... My... Gawd... Avery. Devin has got my whole life in the palm of his hand. I have only known him for a couple of days and he is changing everything. I mean I am not exactly complaining but its all happening so quickly." "Thats our Devin." "Avery is it possible to fall in love this fast?" "With our Devin, yes. He is has that kind of power over people." "He seems to expect so much of me. I am not sure I can be good enough. All this is all so new to me." "Oh Angela, Devin wants you. He has not had a woman friend in longer than I care to comment about. Please try." He reached across the table and taking her hand he pushed up her sleeves exposing her leather bracelets. "You and I both know what these mean. You are with him because you want this as much as he does. He will be a very good Master to you. The rewards for success will be beyond your imagination." She smiled conspiratorially. "Oh he's been teaching me all about the rewards." Avery's eyebrows arched and he winked broadly at her. "Avery do you have to tell Devin everything we talk about?" "Good Lord no. I mean I would tell him if I thought you were going to do something to hurt him. But anything else you want to talk about can be our secret." "Avery, you are gay, right?" "Queer as a three dollar bill." "Avery I am not very experienced... um... sexually..." "Don't tell me you were a virgin." "Just about, I mean I had had sex before but not much, nothing like with Devin. I just don't know how to do everything." "Girlfriend I don't know much about girls, but if you want some pointers about how to make love to a man, I could definitely help you out." They spent the rest of lunch with their heads together, whispering and giggling. At one point Avery even got out a pen and began drawing diagrams on a napkin. As they walked out, Angela was flushed, her eyes sparkling. "Girl friend you are even more beautiful when you are turned on." "I don't know what Devin has done to me. I have been horny as hell ever since I met him." "He won't tolerate you having anyone else." "I don't want anyone else, I just wish he were here." She hugged him. "Avery thank you so much, I really needed a girlfriend just like you." "You are very welcome darling, but we are getting close to being back on the clock and Devin has plans for your evening. He expects you to spend the evening at your gym. Something about being out of shape and sore muscles. He said you would know what he meant. Your driver is named Sergio, he's a nice enough guy but I wouldn't trust him to confide in. He will pick you up from work and take you to your gym." "Avery do you have my whole agenda? Do you know what he has in mind for me for the next two weeks?" "Yes dear, but let me have my fun. You will have a blast and not knowing what is coming will make it all the more special. I really have to run, if you need to talk about anything call me. When she got back from lunch Shirley had some papers about her new position for her to sign. Her eyes bugged out a little when she saw how much she would be making. She kept busy as hell all afternoon. The Devinikos Corp owned four buildings in the city already and had bids in on at least a half a dozen more. This was definitely not going to be an easy job. Angela was determined that Devin would not regret hiring her. She was surprised when Shirley peaked in and said, "Miss Halifax, the lobby has called up. Your car is here." Angela left all the papers out, grabbed her bag and flew down. "Thank you so much, Sergio. I will need to swing by my apartment, I had no idea that Mr. Devinikos wanted me to go to the gym tonight. How long have you worked for Mr. Devinikos?" "Not long ma'am. 'bout nine months." "Do you like being a driver?" "It can be pretty boring waiting around." "What do you do while you are waiting?" "Read mostly." She spent the rest of the ride getting him to talk about himself. She figured if these guys were going to be sheparding her around they ought to get to know each other. The trip to the gym once again had Devin's hands all over it. He had made an appointment for her with a personal trainer and another for a massage after she had worked out. She rented a locker and left her workout stuff there. She grabbed a quick vegetarian sandwich at the snack bar of the gym to take home. She was delightfully tired and wonderfully relaxed when Sergio delivered her to her apartment building. "Could you pick me up an hour early tomorrow morning? I have a ton of work to get caught up on." She spent the evening laughing hysterically as she browsed through some gay porn sites Avery had suggested she check out on the internet. Impossibly beautiful men with ridiculously huge penises doing improbable things. Avery was right about one thing, she learned a lot about how to suck cock. The butt sex looked pretty intimidating but if those pretty boys could take it, she guessed she could to. One good thing was it was all so hilarious that she was not the slightest bit hot or bothered. Angela Waiting She fell asleep easily not even staying up to wait for Devin to call. If her cell rang she would wake up. She woke up energized her mind racing about her new job. She was up early ready for Sergio when he came to pick her up. Her day flew by, she ordered out for lunch. A little while before Sergio came to pick her up she called Avery. "Do you have my evening planned?" "Oh yes girlfriend, we are going to have a blast." "Are you going to be there?" "We are going shopping." "Ugh I hate shopping." "Nothing like having someone else paying for it and a girlfriend with you to make it a lot more fun." "I am beginning to feel like a kept woman." "Get used to it, it can be fun. Plus Devin has way to much money. Somebody needs to spend it." "See you soon." "Love you." The shopping was nothing like she imagined. It was not going to a store and rifling through endless hangers looking for something that would maybe fit. Avery took her to a tailor. The first hour was spent getting her measurements. Then a designer sat with her and they discussed what styles of business suits would be most flattering for her figure and still communicate the authority of her new position. Then they looked through bolts of rich fabrics. There was no discussion of cost. Avery had her order a dozen suits. When she protested he pointed out, "You are representing the Devinikos Corporation as much as your management firm. You have to look the part." Next he took her to another store where they picked out a pile of silk blouses. The blouses fit like tents. If they fit around her breasts the shoulders were too wide and the sleeves too long. "Don't worry about that, pick out good fabric and details. Let the tailor worry about the fit." "Next stop lingerie." Angela groaned. "You are holding up great girlfriend." Once again Angela found herself getting measured, The woman with the tape measure told her, "There is nothing that makes tailored clothes look good like a brassier that fits correctly. You better take care of those girls or you will be tripping over them in twenty years." Avery began adding more things to the pile, "You will need stockings and suspenders. Pantie hose are such a buzz kill." He picked out a dizzying pile of lacy underthings. "One more stop." "What next." "Shoes, sweet thing, the addictive drug of shoes." He helped her pick out about six pairs of medium high heels and matching handbags and belts. Then he steered her over to some wicked looking spike heels. "Girl friend nothing is as sexy to a straight man as a woman in some really high heels. Unfortunately it is impossible to find any that won't kill your feet. If you wear them too much you can damage your feet. Lets get you one pair for entertaining Devin, and plan on sticking to the lower ones for real life." "Are we done?" "We are done. You look beat. When the tailors have your suits and blouses done I will come over and we can play dress up." "Do you have me booked for tomorrow night?" "Just a trip to the gym, girlfriend." "Don't I get to have any nights off? I need to go grocery shopping. I just want to curl up and read a book. I can't keep up with you." She could hear a tired whine creep into her voice. "Going to the gym won't take that long and I don't have anything planned for you on Thursday. But your weekend is totally booked up." "Doing what?" "If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise. You know, Angela, high powered business women don't need to go grocery shopping. They have their groceries delivered or even better they send their drivers on errands." Avery helped her carry up the lingerie and shoes. Before he left he pressed a rectangular package into her hands. "Open it once I am gone." Dumping the bags on her bed, Angela began to pick at wrapping of the rectangular box. Inside was a rather large book on human sexuality. It was extensively illustrated with photographs and art. Avery had written a note on the inside. "This is a good reference book. It has everything from anatomy/physiology, to history, to cultural anthropology, to positions, kinky stuff, fetishes... you name it. It also has good advice on 'how to'. Here and there I have added a few comments of my own in the margins. Love 'A'." Angela idly flipped through, looking at pictures, squealing with giggles when she found a note Avery had made. Next to a lovely stylized Japanese print of a man with a having sex with a geisha, Avery had drawn an arrow pointing at the hugely exaggerated penis. He had written just three words. "Oh Good Lord." A second arrow pointed at the geisha and he had written "Size Queen." Angela slipped the book under her pillow and began to sort out the lingerie. Avery had made her pick out a wide variety of styles ranging from little lacy boy cuts to thongs. She tried on a few and put on matching bras. The bras felt wonderful. The lady had been right about getting a bra that fit right. She put on a garter belt and pulled on some tall sheer stockings. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was a bit embarrassed. It all seemed a bit over the top but she had to admit she looked good. She slipped on the tallest high heels and posed in front of the mirror again. Avery was right, these things were nasty. She tried walking in them and had to struggle to keep her balance, her ankles wobbling. She practiced walking back and forth until she could move a little more confidently. Angela kept the heels on until they started to hurt and put them away, resolving to practice walking in them until she didn't look like a little girl wearing her mother's shoes. She started to put the lingerie away in her dresser drawers but her old underwear looked pretty pathetic, more than a few of them frayed or even worse with stains from her period. She began to sort through everything. She threw out all her old pantie hose and bras and most of the underwear. She used a simple equation. How would she feel if Devin saw her in them. With each item she pitched onto the trash pile she felt a little lighter, a little freer. With a sigh of satisfaction she put her new frilly treasures away, reluctantly took off her sexy costume. She decided to wear it tomorrow under her frumpy suit. At least she would feel pretty underneath. She looked at her self nude in the mirror. Suddenly she was acutely aware of how much she missed Devin. She looked at her watch, it was only 9:30 and she knew that she would make herself crazy if she got her expectations up every night waiting for a phone call. She took a shower and washed her hair. Drying it would take up most of her evening. She was curled up in bed with her new book when her cell phone rang. The sound of his voice made her catch her breath. "Been keeping busy?" Angela tried to keep her voice calm, struggling to mask the storm of emotions the were sweeping over her. "Oh you should know. Making me your management representative has me busier at work than I have ever imagined and Avery has me booked every night this week except Thursday. I have hardly had a free minute." "What did you do today?" "Avery made me go shopping. We have been spending your money. He said 'someone has to'. He won't take no for an answer." He laughed. "He loves to spend my money, that is for sure. He is fond of telling me that without his good taste I would probably be living in a cardboard box and wearing jeans and a tee shirt to staff meetings. Do you like him?" "Oh Dev... Sir... um..." Her voice faltered. What the hell had he said about that? "Angela for now call me 'Sir', we are both learning our roles and limits. It will help both of us to remember how we are suppose to regard each other. It will help you remember obedience and respect. It will help me remember my commitment to your care and safety. Call me Devin all you want when you talk to Avery. Refer to me as Mr. Devinikos when talking to anyone else." Suddenly a wave of peace spread through the swirl of feelings making her head spin. He was there. He was telling her exactly what to do. "Thank you, Sir. Yes I like him. He has been a huge help to me. He really cares about you." "Avery and I grew up together. His mother was my nanny. He is my best friend. I care about him too. Did you guys buy some pretty things?" "Some better cut business suits, and lots of naughty under things." Her voice broke. "Oh Sir, I miss you so much." His voice was gentle. "I miss you too. Lets try not to dwell on it. Focus on work. I will be back as soon I can be. We are going to have to say good bye now." "I love you." Her voice quivered. "I know." Angela: Waiting's Reward This is a continuation of Angela and Devin's story. You can read more about Angela and Devin in my other submissions. They are written out of time sequence, but each story can stand alone. Chronologically this encounter occurs immediately after "Angela Waiting" In this story Angela continues to wait for Devin's return. His voice was gentle. "I miss you too. Lets try not to dwell on it. Focus on work. I will be back as soon I can be. We are going to have to say good bye now." "I love you." Her voice quivered. "I know." Angela felt suddenly lost as the connection broke. The little island of peace that she had found sank below the maelstrom of feelings shaking her. She had not planned to say that. She had not even said it to herself. Waves of joy, terror, giddy exhilaration, loneliness and excitement swirled and crashed around inside her. She did not even remember getting out of bed, she just found herself pacing from room to room of her apartment. She stopped and said it again. "I love you." Her voice throbbed with panic. "Oh god Sir, I need you here to help me. Tell me what to do." Breaking down into sobs, she begged "Please help me. Please tell me what to do." When the tears finally faded, the feelings had eased enough for her to think. She spoke out loud in the empty apartment. "You have to calm down. You are making yourself crazy." Climbing back in bed she forced herself to open the encyclopedia of human sexuality that Avery had given her. She looked up submission in the index and as she opened up to that page she gasped as she saw a photograph of a woman on her knees bound with her hands stretched over her head, her head fallen forward with her hair falling over her face, an echo of the marble sculpture in Devin's front room. A burst of heat exploded in her cunt and spread across her belly and up her chest. It was like a fist had knock the air out of her. She could feel her nipples tightening. Reaching down she traced her fingers along the edge of her cunt lips. Her hips jerked involuntarily. Sliding down between the hot slippery fold she found her clitoris and began to gently tease it. She was in no hurry. She focused on the feelings building in her body. Pinching and rolling a nipple between her fingers she marveled how the two sensations merged and enhanced her growing excitement. She could feel hot juice build in her cunt and at the same time she was salivating, her mouth flooding with spit. Her breathing was getting deeper. Feelings of heat began to crawl along the skin of her legs, her muscles began to tense and quiver. She grabbed and crushed her breast to her chest, and began to pump her fingers into her cunt, on every out stroke she slipped her fingers out and rubbed across her hard clit. She screamed "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." The waves of her finish shook her whole body. As the last spasms of pleasure receded she whispered. "I love you." Curling up she let the wonderful feelings of lassitude take her off sleep. The next few days flew by in a blur. Work kept her incredibly busy. There were endless little things that needed attending to. Every problem solved seemed to uncover two more. She loved the challenge and did not have a spare second to think about Devin. After work she kept busy too. Her personal trainer at the gym had put together a rigorous program of strength building routines. Her muscles were quivering with exhaustion every night when Sergio dropped her off. On Thursday she had Sergio drive her to a local store and stocked up on some things she needed for her kitchen, and enjoyed a chance to just relax at home cooking for the first time in a week. She spent spare time reading or practicing walking in her slutty high heels. She was getting more adept at masturbation. Practice and research were paying off in big ways. On Friday Avery called her and told her to go straight home after work, that he would be meeting her there. She had not been home ten minutes when he was knocking on her door. He had a small designer suitcase in one hand. After a quick hug, he headed off to her bedroom, "Come on girlfriend, we need to get you packed or you will be late." "Oh my god what are you doing to me now?" "You deserve some pampering. You have reservations at a spa for the weekend." In no time Avery had her packed up and hustled off to the town car. She barely had time to remember to grab her briefcase and her cell phone. "Why are you taking that?" "This management job is a bitch, Avery. I have a million things I need to get done." "OK, girlfriend but don't start neglecting yourself." "Well, it helps keep me from missing Devin so much, and if I can get caught up on everything I will not fall so far behind when he is back. I know for sure that when he is here I won't be able to concentrate on work." Avery laughed evilly. It was a bit of a drive. It was almost 11pm when Sergio dropped her off. The spa was amazingly luxurious. She hardly even saw any of the other guests. She had a delightful meeting with a hostess, deciding on what services and treatments she wanted while she was here, ordering her meals in advance, touring the gym and swimming areas. Clutching a print out of her appointments for the next two days she followed the hostess to her room. "If there is anything you should need don't hesitate to call room service. They will bring you what ever you need. They are available any time of day. Oh and ma'am we have a policy of not allowing staff to accept tips. That will be included in your bill." Her room was wonderful. Spacious and simple, almost austere, colored in soft colors of gray and mauve, it exuded calmness and solitude. A big private balcony overlooked a peaceful field with artfully natural landscaping. A huge jacuzzi tub dominated a palatial bathroom, a wide variety of bath oils and salts lined a shelf. She grinned and began to run a deep bath. On a table next to the entertainment center was the room service book. There was a wide variety of foods available from healthy to decadent, and the last pages were devoted to personal items like gym clothes, over the counter medications, sexy lingerie, and several pages devoted to lubricants and bewildering variety of sex toys. She giggled, obviously this spa specialized in couples. She licked her lips eying one of the cock shaped vibrators. It looked amazingly life like. She smelled the salts and oils, selecting a nice vanilla rose combination. She sighed luxuriously as she sank into the soft warm water. Turning on the massaging jets, she lay back and let the warm bubbling water float her. When she climbed out she was amazingly relaxed and feeling hungry. Wrapping up in a huge fluffy robe, she called room service and ordered a light vegetarian pasta dish, and then completely on impulse ordered that vibrator. Her face flaming with embarrassment. "What size ma'am." The man's voice on the other end of the phone was professionally neutral. "What..." Oh my god... she hadn't noticed it came in sizes. "Um... medium?" "The eight inch model, ma'am?" "Yea, OK." Eight inches? If medium was eight what the hell was large? Room service was amazingly prompt and to her relief very discrete. The food came on lovely silver covered tray. The toy was in a lovely gift wrapped box. The pasta was perfect. She ate the whole thing. Bringing her present with her she climbed onto the bed. Unwrapping it, she giggled nervously. It was bigger than she had expected but not much bigger than Devin. She slipped it into her mouth and sucked on it. Yes just a little bigger. It had a soft skin like covering, not the velvet smoothness she remembered from Devin, but pliable not hard. It tasted like rubber. She read the instructions, batteries were included and extra batteries were in the box. It had a simple waterproof button near the base that turned it on. Push it once and it turned on, soft almost silent vibrations making her hand tingle. A second push increased the vibration, and a third made it even stronger. The fourth push turned it off. Suddenly feeling a bit ridiculous she stuffed the thing under her pillow. She put her used dishes on the table next to the door. Exploring the room she found herself looking through the selection book for a small digital music player. It had a wide variety of music from rap to classical, one selection caught her eye. It said Sensual Nature. Selecting it she listened to a very light techno mix of soft classical guitar chords, wind, waves and what she thought at first was the distant cry of gulls. She very quickly realized it was the soft urgent cries of someone moaning in sexual ecstasy. Soft almost hidden in the music, she had to listen hard to hear it these noises of love filtering through. It was amazing, her whole body was getting warm. She turned the volume down until it was a whisper, just barely audible. Silently thanking Avery for knowing about this place, she pulled out the vibrator. She just couldn't bring herself to say dildo. It was too gross. Suddenly remembering that Devin would be paying this bill, she realized that he would see she had bought this thing. She screamed in embarrassment, her face scarlet. She resolved to confess at the first possible opportunity and accept his judgment. The thought of a possible punishment crashed over her, a delicious mix of anticipation and dread. Oh god, he said he would use the cane. She whimpered in terror, tears starting down her cheeks. Her cunt was going crazy, throbbing, hot, wet she felt like she was going to come any second and she had not even touched herself. She took the tip and gently rubbed it along her cleft. The plastic head felt foreign. She pushed the button once. The soft vibration was gentle, reminiscent of little massager at home. She pushed the button again. She grunted in surprise, her hips jerked, her legs instinctively spreading. Damn that made a huge difference, soon her hips began to plunge and pitch. Just as the sweet ecstasy began to build she pushed the whole thing into her cunt, jamming it in hard over and over as her cries joined the softer ones coming over the speakers. She pulled it out and gazed at it in amazement. If the massager in her nightstand had been her 'little friend', this thing was going to be her new 'best friend'. It glistened with her juices. She tentatively licked it. It tasted just like Devin had when he had so roughly pushed himself into her mouth. The memory made her cunt clench. She pushed it into her mouth, trying to take it deep like he had been, trying to figure out how to fit it in without gagging or feeling the panic of not being able breath. It took quite a few tries before she realized that if she tipped her head back at a steep angle and relaxing she could take it without gagging too much. She tried some of the moves that she had seen on the gay web sight and read about in the sex book. She hoped Devin would be pleased when they were back together again. Maybe he wouldn't be angry that she had bought this thing. She washed it carefully and put it back in the box and hid it in the nightstand. The next two days was a whirlwind of massages, manicures, facials, hot mud packs, long soaks, and work outs in the gym. She was especially happy about a long session in the hair salon where a hair stylist trimmed her split ends, gave her a deep conditioning and gave her a stern lecture about the correct care and treatment of naturally curly hair. Angela laughed and said, "I always thought it was naturally messy hair." Afterward her hair was smoother and not so inclined to tangle. Brushing it felt good instead of a wrestling match. She was given several bottles of the 'correct' products to keep it that way and the address of a 'good' salon in the city. She did have plenty of time to relax and got quite a bit of work done. She also had time to get to know her new best friend some more too. As she walked into her apartment she said to herself, "One more week to go." She unpacked and put her new 'best friend' in her night stand. Grabbing the old electric massager, she ceremoniously threw it in the garbage. "Little friend, you have been a loyal friend for many years but I fear you have been replaced." She had not spoken to Devin since Wednesday, it had been almost four days and she was starting to feel neglected. She stayed awake almost until midnight but he did not call. Work was the only refuge she had from her building anxiety, she threw herself into it. Every evening she went to the gym and exercised herself into a fog of exhaustion. Wednesday Avery called her at work and told her that her clothing was ready and he would stop by her apartment after work. As usual Avery blew into her apartment like a hurricane. "First things first, we absolutely must go through you closet and throw out all those hideous suits." "Amen." Each piece of drab baggy office wear she threw in the pile was greeted with whoops of triumph and gales of laughter. Avery was hilarious, making disparaging comments and disgusted sounds and faces. At one point he insisted she actually put on one particularly poisonous olive green number and had her pose in front of the mirror. "Good lord, girl friend, how could you wear that." "I was in disguise, waiting for prince charming." "Maybe we should call you Cinderella." "And you can be my fairy godmother." "OK Cinderella try on this and lets see how much better you look." He held out one of the new suits and a rich sapphire blue silk blouse. Angela was speechless. The suit fitted her like magic. The pencil thin skirt followed the contour of her ass and long legs, then flared out with just a bit of sassy frill below her knees. A discrete slit just a few inches up the back so she could walk. The Jacket emphasized her curves rather than hid them. She put on a pair of heels and spun around in front of the window. She looked like a damn sexy, high powered business woman, just like Avery had been calling her. For the first time she was beginning to feel the part. "Do you think Devin will like this?" "Girl friend, our Devin doesn't notice things like clothes all that much. He knows beauty when he sees it but he will not notice the clothes so much as the beautiful women inside them. In fact if I know our Devin at all he would prefer you in no clothes at all." "True." "He does like women that look classy and we needed to focus on getting rid of those suits. We can go shopping together again for some more evening and casual wear if you like." "I would like that but I would like it better if I could spend some of this money I am working so hard for." "We could swing that." Angela looked at the clock, it was 10:30 pm. If Devin was going to call she sure as hell wanted Avery out of here. "Goodness look at the time, Cinderella needs to turn into Sleeping Beauty. Thank you so much for stopping by. The clothes are beautiful and I couldn't have done it without you." "OK, OK you don't have to hit me over the head. I hope he calls you tonight. I haven't heard from him for a week either. Don't worry too much about it. He tends to get pretty focused and I know he is trying to squeeze a three week trip into a two." "Do you know when he is coming back?" "Not a clue girlfriend. But I am pretty sure you will see him before I do." Devin did not call. It had been a week. Angela struggled against despair. She dressed in her new clothes but seemed oblivious to the amazed looks of her co-workers. When Shirley commented on how nice her new suit was she just nodded distractedly and buried herself into work. She had gone kind of numb, going through the motions, disconnected from her feelings. She didn't feel hungry and skipped lunch. She sent Shirley home early. She called Sergio and told him to pick her up an hour late. She didn't want to quit working. The gym wasn't a refuge anymore, too much noise and movement, to hard to ignore her body and her feelings, too easy to think. She put some more work into her briefcase, and getting her jacket off its hanger and putting back on she turned to go home and he was standing in the doorway. She froze, her eyes huge staring. Then her legs started to shake and then buckle, she staggered back and leaned against her desk. He had circles under his eyes and had dark stubble growing on his face. He looked like he had slept in the dark suit he was wearing. She swallowed and tried to say something but her lips just moved and no sound came out. He rubbed his hand over his face and blinked. "You look beautiful." "You look like hell." "Yea, I am tired as hell." About that time a couple of guys from sales walked by. They slowed and stopped. "Angela everything OK?." Angela suddenly stood up, all business. "No problem guys. Thanks." and the continued, "Mr. Devinikos Sir, I am so pleased you stopped by. There are so many questions I have been needing to talk to you about." She stood and walked to him and put out her hand, "I was a little startled. I had not expected you back in New York so soon. You look like you just got in. Was it a difficult flight?" Devin just stood there looking at her. Drinking her in with his eyes. The expression on his face dazed, open, somehow vulnerable. The whole time she was pleading with her eyes. Please be OK. Please wake up. Please tell me what to do. Devin blinked and shook his head as if to clear the cobwebs. "Yes, I just flew in from Singapore." "I am glad you caught me, I was just on my way out. I am sure my car is here waiting. Maybe you would like to walk me out. We could discuss a good time to meet on the way out." She took his arm, picked up her briefcase and walked him toward the elevator talking animatedly about some of the properties, how pleased she was to be working closely with his corporation. She walked him past several of the habitual late workers. Once the elevators closed she could not help but lean against him. Noting how her new higher heels made her look him straight in the eye, she touched his face. "Devin are you all right?" He nodded, "I took one of those sleeping pills to try and get some sleep on the flight. It hasn't worn off." He leaned over and put his face against her hair. "You smell wonderful." "You need to go to bed and sleep this off." Once in the lobby she was Miss Halifax again, cool, calm, all business. Sergio was waiting by the car. She gave him a hard look like this was all his fault. He shrugged. In the car Devin leaned back and sighed. "Baby, I am so tired." "I know, lets get you home and in bed." One of his eyebrows lazily arched and he grinned. "I don't know if I am going to be able to stay awake for you." "I will have to accept that. Can you walk in on your own?" "I am not that far gone." Once in his apartment she gently, firmly urged him towards his bedroom and pushed him to sit down on the bed. She knelt and pulled off his shoes. She carefully helped him undress and urged him under the blanket. He kept trying to pull her to him and she kept gently pushing his hands away. "Sleep first, sir." He was too tired and groggy to fight and soon his eyes were closed. Angela sat and watched him sleep for what seemed an eternity. She got up and paced through the apartment. The kitchen had no perishable food but she found some cans of soup and some crackers. And in the freezer were several cans of frozen concentrate orange juice. She sat one out on the counter to thaw. She wandered into the spare room and froze. There was a queen sized four post bed. The posts were lower in height than the posts on Devin's bed. Above the bed, inset into the ceiling were a set of rings. At least a dozen they looked like a decorative element matching the foot print of the bed below. One at each corner above each post and the others evenly spaced in between the corners. They were about three inches in diameter and matched similar design elements in the headboard and on the top of each post. Angela: Waiting's Reward Angela sat on the mattress and bounced. It was double extra firm with a soft top, just like she had told Avery she wanted. She checked under the pillows. There was a bar there just like the one on Devin's bed. There was a matching bureau and entertainment center. In the entertainment center was a state of the art flat screen television. Angela shrugged, she hardly ever watched television. She pulled out a drawer of the bureau and was transfixed. Inside were a wide variety shackles, even a a couple of pairs of heavy handcuffs. In another drawer she found ropes and silk ties. In another she trembled as she looked at a paddle and several canes. She traced the length of one of the canes with a shaky finger tip and once again resolved to not ever be disrespectful. In the walk in closet she found about a half dozen silk robes of different colors. There were several lengths of stainless steel with rings at each end and holes along their length. She had read enough about bondage in her book to recognize spreader bars. On impulse she carefully took off her suit and all her clothes and hung them in the closet and pulled on a white robe. She went into the bathroom and pulled out her hair pins and let her hair down. She ran her hair through her ringlets and shook her hair out. She was so much happier with her hair now that she had learned to take better care of it. It was easier to brush out and lay smoother. She called Avery. "He is here. But he is exhausted. He is asleep right now." "Sergio told me. Do you need anything?" "There is not much food in the kitchen. Could we get some thing for breakfast sent up. I can cook regular stuff like eggs and bacon, so send up some stuff you think Devin will like. I expect he will be hungry when he wakes up." "Can do, I will bring it up myself. My apartment is in the same building so if there is anything you need I can be there in just a few minutes. I will have Sergio go out for some stuff and I will ring your cell before I come up." "You are a sweetheart. I like my room. It seems to have everything a girl could want." "Kinky girl. No wonder Devin likes you." Angela peeked in at Devin, he had not even moved, but he was snoring a soft deep rumble. She smiled, she liked the sound. She set her lap top up on the kitchen table and spent the whole evening reviewing building maintenance contractor bids and answering her emails. She met Avery at the door and took the bag of groceries from him, putting her finger to her lips and silently kissing him on the cheek. Putting the groceries away as silently as possible she decided to just have a bowl of soup for herself that evening. She called and left a message on Shirley's voice mail saying she had made some last minute appointments and would be late tomorrow if she was going to make it in at all. It was very late before she was tired enough to think about sleep. She looked in at Devin and saw he had turned in his sleep, and his eyes were fluttering behind his lids. She wondered what he was dreaming about. She stopped and looked at the marble sculpture of the bound woman in his living room. She knelt before her and looked closely at her face where it showed behind the flowing locks of her hair. Gently running her fingers across the peaceful smile she whispered, "How can you be so calm, I understand the happy, but how do stay so calm?" She brushed her teeth as quietly as possible, braided her hair and turned off all the lights in the apartment except the light in her bathroom and a tiny spot on the marble statue. The touch of the sheets against her naked skin jangled on her nerves and she pulled on the silk robe and wore it like a nightgown. Still it took a long time for her to fall asleep. She woke to his touch on her face. She opened her eyes and was almost blinded by the intensity of his gaze on her face. He was so close she could feel his breath on her face. Her eyelids fluttered. She started to speak but he shook his head, his fingers closing her mouth. She kissed his fingers, opening her mouth against his hand, her tongue tasting his the salt of his skin. He slipped his hand behind her neck and lifted her face, crushing her lips to his mouth, forcing her lips apart, diving deep, his lips hard and demanding. She could feel the stubble of his unshaven face scraping against her face. Feelings of joy and dizzying pleasure washed over her. She sighed against his lips and hummed a happy sound deep in her chest. He stood up and stripped the blankets from her and frowned at the robe she was wearing. "Why the fuck are you wearing that?" She opened her mouth to answer but he interrupted her, "No. Don't talk. Get it off. I need to see you." Her fingers tore at the belt, and sitting she slipped it off her shoulders. His hands were rough, he grabbed the heavy silk and ripped it out from under her, and dropped it, forgotten on the floor. He stood looking down at her. "Lie down. Put your hands above your head, palms up. Spread you legs." She adjusted her position and her eyes on his as he stood over her devouring her with his eyes. Her lips were parted as she breathed softly through her mouth. He saw a muscle tremor chase across her belly and a second made her thigh jerk involuntarily. Her eyes dropped from his and traced down his chest, dropping to his cock standing erect. Her breath caught and she whimpered softly, her hands closed into fists and a shudder shook her whole length. "You are so fucking beautiful." His words, his body looming above, close but untouchable, and his eyes, his dark devouring eyes were wreaking havoc. Her cunt was starting to heat and she could feel a growing dampness. She could feel her nipples getting hard. Unconsciously she arched her back towards him and licked her lips, her breathing growing deeper. "Please..." The word was a soft whisper on her breath. A tear spilled from the corner of her eye and slowly crept down her temple. He knelt on the bed. Once again his face was close to hers and she could feel his breath on her skin. Her arms trembled with the need to reach out and touch him. Long trembles began to shake her frame. Another whimper of need bubbled up in her chest. When his lips touched hers it was like an electric shock coursing through her body. A soft cry welled up against his mouth, her body arching and tipping toward his unable to resist the attraction of having him so close. Her tongue exploring his mouth, tracing under his lips and diving into his mouth. His hands were on her, stroking down her side, caressing her hip and thigh. Each touch setting a fire in her skin. He traced his lips down her jaw and sucked her earlobe into his mouth and bit it gently, tugging, nibbling. She hissed in pleasure, instinctively leaning toward him, seeking more sensation. His lips moved slowly down her neck, across her chest and found a nipple. His breath hot on her flesh, his hands rubbing up and down her thighs, he licked her nipple and blew, the sudden coolness sending new flashes of pleasure echoing down her belly, making her cunt clench and throb. She was moaning with each gasping burst of breath. He sucked her nipple into his mouth pulling sharply on her hardened nub. She cried out. She was so lost in sensation her arms came down and touched his head and shoulder. He raised his head and looked at her suddenly distracted. "No." Her eyes flashed open and she jerked her hands back above her head. "Hold onto the bar by the headboard. It will help you remember." She nodded and wrapped her hands around the cool metal, a source of solid strength in a growing storm. He bent to her breast again, cupping and squeezing her firmly and then taking her nipple between his fingers rolling and pinching, the twinges of pain blending into the pleasure. Half formed words began to join her moans and cries. He cupped her cunt, marveling at the heat and moisture. At his touch she gasped and her breathing stopped. Her legs opened wide and her hips jerked and lunged toward his touch. For about ten seconds everything was still, Angela arched and trembling against his hand holding her sex. Her knuckles white as she gripped the bar. A sob of need burst from her throat and she collapsed beneath his hand as long shudders began to shake her. He moved to lay between her legs and spread her cunt lips apart and looked close at her sex, inhaling her rich primordial scent. He could see the muscles of her cunt clenching, her clit was hard, peeking out of her folds. He blew a hot breath across her. He was not averse to touching his mouth to her but he felt curiously reluctant, wanting to wait, to save it for another time. He touched his fingertip to her clit. She squealed more protest, the sensation too much, too soon, to bear, her hips jerking trying to avoid the touch. He slipped a finger and then two into her and rubbed her cleft with his thumb, gently avoiding direct contact. She groaned with need, her hips rising and rocking, fucking his fingers. "Fuck me." Her words were almost inaudible, "Oh god please fuck me." Her words inflamed him. "Roll over, get your ass in the air." His voice hoarse and dark with lust. She was over and up almost before he finished saying it. "Yes Fuck Me. Fuck my cunt. Fuck me rough." She grunted and squealed as he slammed into her. "Harder. Fuck me harder." She grunted harsh short words, "Fuck... Cunt... Hard..." with each lunge into her. The force of his fucking making her body shake. She pushed back hard against him on each down stroke, grinding her hips. She began to shake, her words dissolving into a long wail as she began to convulse in ecstasy. He reached down and began to stroke her clit pushing the sensations higher. Her wail turned into rhythmic screams, her cunt clenching around his cock like a fist. He slapped her ass hard; once, twice and then grabbing her hair he pulled her head up and back. forcing himself deep and exploded into her, lunging deep and spasming as he pumped her full of his come. He leaned down over her and held her close, cupping her breasts as he continued to move against her. Gently stroking, he teased out endless aftershocks and spasms until they were both limp. He gently reached up and pulled her limp hands from where they still clung onto the bar and gently eased her down onto her side. She let out a deep shuddering sigh. He had to clear his throat before he could speak, "I think we both needed that." She nodded and sighed again, turning to face him. Devin kissed her gently and then began to push her down. "Lick me off baby, and then hold me in your mouth for a while." She nodded and moved down, her eyes soft and happy. He sucked air through his teeth as the searing sensation of her tongue on him made him gasp and jerk. "Gentle, really soft and gentle." She carefully gently licked him with soft little touches until he was clean and then gently took him into her mouth. He was only half hard and fit easily into her mouth. "Don't suck or lick, just hold it soft and warm." He lay there in a relaxed fog, his easing cock cradled in her mouth for a long time, every few minutes she would carefully swallow as the saliva would build up in her mouth. Her breath soft and warm against his belly. He reached down and pulled her up to him and held her gently. "That was nice." Her voice was soft and hesitant. "Sir, is it OK to ask you something?" "Sure baby, I just didn't feel like talking before we fucked. I had been looking forward to that the whole time I was gone." "I did something while you were gone. I don't know if it was the right thing or not." Her face was flaming scarlet, her eyes slipping away from his. He turned her face back to his, "Look me in the eyes. Are you afraid I will be angry with you?" Raising her eyes to his, she swallowed nervously. "I fear I will disappoint you." Approval shown in his eyes. "For now I want you to think about what you did and why you feel the need to ask me. Lets take a shower and get something to eat. I am starving. After breakfast I will ask you to tell my why you want to ask me, before we talk about what you did." "I had Avery bring up some food for breakfast while you were sleeping. I guessed you would be hungry when you woke up." "Hungry for you, baby." She got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Suddenly unsure of herself, she found herself watching him out of the corner of her eye. She sat on the toilet and peed keeping her knees apart. He stood in the doorway and began to chuckle. She looked up at him a question in her eyes. "You know, I don't get off on watching you pee. I just said you had to let me watch, to see if you would obey me." She looked outraged, her face blushing. Then she wrinkled up her nose and stuck her tongue out at him, and spread her legs further apart. "Oh you look out. You could get a spanking." She hopped up off the toilet. "Promise?" He gave her a penetrating look. His eyes suddenly dark and predatory. "Be careful what you ask for." Angela felt a thrill of fear and pure lust shoot through her. Her hands trembled as she pinned up her braid. They showered quickly, washing each other's backs. While she was pulling on her robe he said, "You go get something together for us to eat and I will go shave." "American or continental breakfast?" "Continental, I am not much of an eggs and potatoes guy." Angela got out a variety of fruit, some cheeses, croissants and orange juice. She also put some English muffins in the toaster. She looked over the espresso maker and started a shot of espresso dripping. When she turned he was in the doorway watching her. He was freshly shaved and had put on a pair of pajama pants and a dark robe. She hesitated a second, fighting an urge to approach him, craving his touch, his smell, his direction. He smiled and sat down. "The coffee smells wonderful." "How do you like it served?" "Naked." She turned and looked at him and smiling slipped out of her robe and hung it over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. Standing before him proud, her eyes a challenging him to action, she repeated. "How do you want your coffee?" "I want it just like that, beautiful." She brought him his espresso and curtsied as she handed it to him. She made a second cup for herself and came to sit. He seemed to prefer the toast to the croissants. He ate a lot. She was hungry too after not eating much the day before. She put away the food and put the few plates and flatware in the dishwasher. After wiping off the counter and table, she moved to him and knelt at his feet. "Have you thought about my question of why you want to ask me?" "Yes sir." "Tell me." "I am full of feelings. I want to give myself to you. That makes me happy. I am not sure exactly everything I am expected to do. That makes me feel confused and anxious. I am terrified of failure. I am so afraid that if I do it wrong or make mistakes you will be disappointed in me. If I mess this up, I don't know if I could live through it. I want to ask you about what I did because I am anxious that I did something wrong. I am also afraid if I don't tell you now you will find out and be angry believing I may have been trying to deceive you. I am afraid of punishment but not as much as I am afraid of disappointing you." "OK tell me what you did." "I bought a vibrator." His eyes bugged out a little, his face turned scarlet, he pressed his lips together. Angela blanched and whimpered. Then he began to laugh, long roaring loud laughter. Angela was vaguely offended at first but soon she couldn't help giggling and then laughing along with him. He pulled her up to sit in his lap. "Oh that is too funny." "Well, to be perfectly honest, I didn't buy it, sir. You did." "Thats even funnier. Tell me all about it." She told him about the spa and the room service, how the picture had attracted her because it looked like a cock. He roared again when she described her dilemma when the person had asked what size and her amazement that medium was so big. "Did you like it?" "It felt good but nothing like this morning." "Very diplomatic answer." He stroked her back and said, "You were right to tell me. I may have been angry if I thought you were hiding this from me." "Did you call your office?" "I told them I was going to be late." "Call them. Tell them that you are attending a training all day and won't be in." She nodded. "Will I have time sometime today to get back to a couple of subcontractors? I promised them I would be contacting them about some bids before the weekend." "Of course, I would not want you breaking any promises." "Let me up, lets get these calls out of the way so we won't have anymore distractions the rest of the weekend. I have definitely earned a few days off." Angela felt a giddy rush of excitement. Three whole days.