3 comments/ 4836 views/ 2 favorites Meeting My Master (Complete) By: amasterfound Chapter 1 I arrived at the hotel where I had reserved a room for us. I walked into the lobby and saw him, reading a book while he waited for me. He really came!! My heart jumped into my throat. My stomach went up to where my heart used to be! There seemed to be a million butterflies flying around in there! I winked at him, to let him know that it was me. As I checked in, he walked over to me and said "Hello, my dear." I kissed him, not caring if anyone saw us or not. We kissed for so long that we had to stop to breathe! "Wow, that was some kiss!" Dan said. We picked up the keys to the room from the desk manager. We collected our luggage, headed to our room, and locked the door. "I can't believe I'm really here, Dan! I have been waiting for this moment for months and we are finally together!" I exclaimed. "Me neither, Dora. I must admit I was a little afraid that you wouldn't show up or that you would chicken out at the last minute." he answered me. "Never, Dan! You mean more to me than anybody in the world! Just think that in a few short months we can be together permanently." Dan and I were so excited that we couldn't wait any longer. We quickly undressed each other as we fell on the bed with arms and legs intertwined! "We have some unfinished business to tend to, like all the sassiness you have been showing me over the last few months, and all the teasing you've put me through as well. It's time for your spanking 'young lady'!" my master announced. He sat up and pulled me onto his lap, while I squirmed, giggled, and struggled. "In addition to your misbehavior over the past few months, you wore panties under your skirt when you arrived. I specifically told you not to have any underwear on," he scolded me. He spanked my bottom until it was a reddish pink and warm. It stung. "I'm sorry, Dan. I'll do better." "I'm sorry, what?" "Oops, sorry, Sir?" "Sir?" he asked playfully as he swatted my ass again. "Sorry, Master." "That's better. Don't forget my title anymore, Slave." "I won't, Master," I replied impishly while I squirmed on his lap. I was able to free myself by wiggling loose. I tried to run away, but wasn't fast enough. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back toward himself. Then Dan picked me up and tossed me on the bed, saying, "Where do you think you're going, Slave?" "Uh, I have to use the restroom?" "Yeah, right. I know what you're doing. You're teasing me by pretending to run." "Now, would I do that? I'm an angel," I feigned innocence. "You know very well that you did exactly that. If you're an angel, your mischievous look sure fooled me," Dan replied as he pinned me down to the bed. I tried to wrestle myself loose, but he put his weight on my hands and wrists, keeping me in place. "Don't me make swat you again. Otherwise, this time, you may end up in the corner," Dan warned me as he rubbed his cock against my pussy, feeling how wet I was. I became more than ready to feel his cock enter me for the first time. "Wow, my slave, you are quite wet from this teasing, aren't you?" he taunted me. Playing innocent again, I said "Who, me? From the hardness of your cock, it's you who is aroused by my little act." "Oh, I think we're both horny now, aren't we?" Dan responded as he entered my pussy. My breathing grew heavier as we continued our role-play. My pretense of escaping from Dan excited both of us. I could tell he enjoyed the thought of overpowering me. We did this cat-and-mouse game over the phone many times, so we both knew what to expect from each other. We kissed each other passionately. The kiss lasted for several minutes as he thrust in and out of me. His tongue mimicked what his cock did to me. "Oh my fucking God! You're so damn tight!" he shouted. "Oh shit, keep it up!" He reached down and rubbed my clit. "Yeah, that's right!" he groaned. "Oh, fuck, I'm so close, Master!" Our excitement built faster, until neither of us could hold out any longer. I felt Dan growing bigger inside me, indicating that he was about to cum. The feel of his cock, along him playing with my clit, sent me over the edge. The intensity of the orgasm made it harder to speak. "Oh God, I'm cumming!" I replied as my arms tightened, threatening to cut off his circulation. "Damn, I've gotta cum now!" he grunted. I felt his cock and balls twitching and then the sudden warmth indicating his explosion. Our breathing slowed down as we held onto each other like a raft in the wake of a storm. We could hear and feel each other's hearts pounding as we relaxed. "Damn it, babydoll, you look cute when you cum! I love the concentration on your face, as if you're in immense pain," Dan declared. "Don't use the 'cute' word with me, but I like the look of utter pleasure you have when you cum. God, I love your brown eyes!" "No prettier than yours. Not to mention that your auburn hair fits your passionate nature. I love redheads!" "Don't forget our tempers!" I teased. "I think I can find ways to deal with that!" he retorted. Just then, we were interrupted by our growling stomachs, making us both break out into laughter. "Sorry, due to my nervousness, I didn't eat much today," I explained. "Well, I haven't eaten since lunch myself and that was at noon. I reckon we should clean up, get dressed, and find a place to eat," Dan suggested. We washed each other in the shower and got dressed. I pulled out two T-shirts that I had brought him from Texas as souvenirs. He put one of them on and I wore its twin. We went downstairs and asked for directions to a restaurant that would still be open that late at night. We held each other as we walked there calmly, basking in each other's company. "Boy, this is a great start to my vacation here in Phoenix!" I exclaimed. "Well, I'm enjoying your vacation here, too," he grinned. We walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes. We thought about the past few months, about how we met. We had first talked online, due to a difference of opinion on a story for which we had both written a review. Dan e-mailed a response to my disagreement on his review. We started talking online. Then after a while we began talking on the phone. During that time, I expressed my desire to find a man worthy of being my Master: someone who could teach me and help me become the real me, the one that I had been running from for years. I had not allowed anyone, up to this point, to be my Master. They simply didn't measure up. I was scared to give control over to someone else. I had been hurt too many times. I didn't want to be hurt again. I built up walls, keeping everyone out, but Dan found a way past all of my barriers. I showed him who I really was, the one no one else saw. "Hard to believe that this whole relationship started over a disagreement about a story. Now, we are together in person at last," Dan broke the silence. "Yeah and I was right about that, too," I replied mischievously, knowing where that remark would lead. "Must be aching for swats, my love! But, yes, you were right. Even masters are fallible." he answered teasingly. "Now, why ever would I try to earn swats, Master?" I asked innocently. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because you enjoy them?" he winked. "More like I enjoy what happens after the swats!" I teased him again. "Oh, yes, I forgot that you don't like the actual swats themselves, or the fact that giving them to you gets me hard," Dan taunted me. "Never!" I returned innocently. By this time, we approached TGI Friday's, the restaurant at which we chose to eat that night. Like a gentleman, Dan opened the door for me, the first man in my life to ever do something that courteous for me. He had made me feel cherished, more than anyone else had ever done. "Here we are, my love. How hungry are you?" he asked me. "Feel like I could eat a horse," I replied. "I doubt they serve those, but perhaps some steak or shrimp might be good," Dan teased me. "Both work for me! I think I'm in the mood for surf and turf," I announced. We followed the hostess to our table and stole a hug and kiss as we waited for our waiter to appear. When he did, we ordered our drinks. I had Dr. Pepper and Dan asked for ice tea. When the drinks arrived, Dan ordered our dinners, which were steak and shrimp for me and Jack Daniel's glazed shrimp for him. "So, what do we do tomorrow?" I inquired. "I'd like to show you the Metrocenter and some other places in the city. We can also swim a bit in the pool. How does that sound?" Dan proposed. "Sounds great! I love window shopping. I might even buy myself a blue jean skirt," I responded. "Any kind of skirt on you looks nice, as long as it doesn't cover your knees!" he winked. "I don't usually like to wear skirts, but I'm willing to wear a blue jean skirt. It feels similar to my jeans, which I prefer," I pointed out. "Well, I mostly like the idea that you can hike up a skirt and have easy access to a girl's ass," he whispered, teasing me. "Oh really!" I said with a mischievous grin. "Damn straight! I especially love it when you aren't wearing panties underneath," he retorted. "But wouldn't that make me seem a little like a slut?" I worried. "Not in my opinion. Nobody needs to know that you're not wearing underwear and I won't tell," he promised me. At this point, the waiter brought our dinner. We started eating in a comfortable silence, both famished from our earlier "workout" and the fact that we hadn't eaten much that day. As the waiter returned to refill our glasses, we remarked about how great the food tasted. The waiter thanked us for the compliment and we thanked him for his courteous service in keeping our glasses filled. He replied that he worked through college, that he was on summer break, and that it helped to be courteous to patrons in order to get good tips. We wished him good luck on the upcoming fall semester. He asked us if we wanted anything else to drink or maybe dessert. "Yes, I'll have a Jack and Coke," Dan requested. "I think that I'll pass myself. But I'll take a to-go box, please," I replied, anticipating more surf and turf later. The waiter said that both would be right out. When he returned with them, Dan asked for the check and the waiter gave it to him. "Thank you for eating here and I hope that you enjoyed your meal," the waiter told us. "Yes, we did. It was very nice," I answered him. Dan quickly got out his wallet and paid for the dinner and the tip. He finished the Jack and Coke while the waiter got the change. Then we took the box and headed back to the hotel, as it was after eleven at that point. After we got there, we went by the Coke machine, bought some sodas, and went to our room. As soon as we entered the room, we stripped each other of our clothes, eager to pick up where we left off earlier. Dan suggested that we rent an adult movie on pay-per-view, to which I agreed. "I think that you need a spanking first, young lady, for those teasing remarks you made earlier," he declared. "What teasing remarks?" I asked with an angelic smile. "You know very well what remarks, so don't play the innocent angel with me, slave," he replied with amusement. "Hmm ... in that case," I replied wickedly as I ran off toward the bathroom. He caught me and led me to the bed, where he put me over his lap and spanked me until my bottom was dark pink again. At this point, I started my mock escape by squirming off his lap, trying to run back toward the bathroom. He grabbed me and smiled, "Don't make me handcuff you, slave." "You wouldn't dare!" I cried with false outrage. "Try me. You know me better than that," he grinned diabolically. I squirmed loose and got to the bathroom door. Dan stopped me again, dragged me back to the bed, and handcuffed me. He gave me a few more stinging swats on my ass. I laughed even while he spanked me, as we enjoyed our role-play. He started the movie and put me down on my belly. Dan fingered my pussy and remarked, "Seems that someone got wet from her spanking, didn't she?" "Yes, Sir," I replied, deliberately using the wrong title to address him. "Yes, what?" he asked with mock irritation. "Yes, Master!" I quickly corrected myself. "That's more like it," Dan stated. I started rubbing my butt onto his crotch, making up for the fact that my hands were cuffed in front of me. He thrust his way inside my pussy from behind, hungrily taking it with his cock. "Oh, hell yeah, Master!" I drawled, my Texas accent more obvious in my arousal. I tried in vain to touch my clit and get myself off. "Having trouble with your clit? Let me help you," Dan told me as he used his right hand to manipulate my clit. The porn flick was forgotten by now, as we were too interested in actual fucking to watch it. "Fuck, yes!" I groaned as he pounded my pussy with his dick. "Holy shit, baby, here it is!" Dan shouted. I felt his cock swelling and twitching as he pumped his seed deep inside my pussy. All of that action sent me over the edge. I came on his cock, milking the last of his cum out of his dick and balls. He released me and I relaxed in his arms. "Thank you, honey. I wanted to please you," I said to him as the role-play ended. "You did, baby-doll. You pleased me a lot," Dan smiled at me with love. We changed the channel to watch some music videos while we drifted off to sleep. "Good night, dear. I love you," I said as I turned over to snuggle with my head on his chest. "Good night, baby-doll. I love you, too," Dan wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer onto his chest. Chapter 2 I woke up earlier the next morning than I had in a long time, but I lay there wrapped in his arms, enjoying the feel of him. I tried to fall asleep again, but it was no use, as I had too much on my mind after my dreams came true last night. I eased out of bed and looked at the clock; it read five am and here in Arizona it was already daylight! Dan seemed peaceful while asleep and I did not have the heart to wake him up, though I wanted to talk to him about what was going on. I opened up the curtains and looked out at the beautiful mountains in the background. As I viewed the scenery, I thought of the mess in which I had left my life back at home! I had finally divorced my husband, but he was not happy about it! He was not ready to move on. He had repeatedly called me, wanting to know why I left him and whom I saw. How could I make him understand that we were too different: that he was not what I needed, nor was I what he needed? After five years of being married to him, four years of fighting, and begging for help, I finally gave up. I wanted to move on. I found the man more suited to me. I turned around and watched Dan sleep. All I wanted was to stay right here. Alas, I knew that come Monday, I had to go back and start fighting to keep what was mine. However, I knew that I would lose. He had friends on his side, but I had none on mine. I would have to give up my car, since his friend had co-signed for me, and she wanted no part of me since I had left him. I could have taken it to court, but I didn't feel like fighting them. I just wanted to move on and find another vehicle. I turned to look at the mountain again. Maybe I could move out here. He could move to Texas, but I couldn't ask him to move away from his family! There was the fact that I had a daughter back in Texas, too, although she lived with her aunt. How could I move away from her? These were the crucial years of her life! I simply knew that I wanted to be with him. As I stood there in the buff, his voice interrupted me from my thoughts. "Baby doll, what's wrong? Why can't you sleep?" Dan asked me. "I keep thinking of how much I've fucked up my life. How am I going to fix it?" I answered. "You haven't 'fucked it up'. You've made some mistakes, but so have I. So has 'asshole'! His blunder was to take you for granted and treat you like shit. If he'd treated you as you deserve, he'd still have you. Of course, I have selfish reasons to be glad that he didn't, since it means I have you instead. Anyway, you're human," he replied. "I just don't know what to do. I've started over so many times. How am I going to do it again? I am tired of starting over. I feel lost. One way or another, everybody I care about leaves my life. I'm afraid that you will one day, too. I just want to grow old in one place," I responded, wiping tears from my eyes. I turned around, trying not to let him see me crying. It made me feel weak and I didn't want him to see me like that. It just made me feel even smaller. "That's not gonna happen, baby! I love you more than that. You're special to me. You treat me so well. You've been there for me when no one else has been there for me. Come here. Are you crying?" he asked me. "A little, dear. I don't want you to see me crying," I said, staying put. "Come here," Dan urged me. "Okay, I'm sorry. I was just upset and didn't want you to see me this way. Forgive me, please?" "Yes, I understand that you're troubled," he pointed out. "Thank you," I said, looking down at my feet. Dan instructed me, "I want you to lie down on the bed now." That was the first signal that we were back in D/s mode. "Yes, Master," I obeyed. I lay on my belly, while he spread my cheeks and played with my ass. He rimmed me for several minutes, making me squirm again. I moaned, begging him to fuck me there. He got the lube off the nightstand. Dan then applied it to my ass and his cock, before starting to fuck it. "Goddamn it, your ass is very tight! " he gasped. "Oh, yes! Go easy until I get used to your cock!" I begged him. "Alright, I will," he assured me. After I adjusted to his size, I told him that he could speed up now. I also milked his cock. "Damn! Are you milking me?" he demanded. "I'm just trying to make you feel better, honey," I answered him mischievously. "If I 'feel' any 'better', I'll fucking cum already!" he groaned. I started playing with myself, while he increased the rhythm of his penetration. I got close to cumming, and so did Dan, by the swelling of his cock in my ass. After about another ten minutes, I had a powerful orgasm. This caused my butt to tighten even harder around his dick, milking his pole painfully. "I'm gonna cum now!" he exclaimed as he shot his load off in my ass. Dan collapsed immediately. I could feel his cock softening in my ass. He pulled out and we turned over onto our sides with me facing him. I lay my head on his chest and drifted off into a brief nap. When I woke up next, he had been watching me sleep. I protested against getting up. I am by no means a morning person! I'd be perfectly happy if the day started out at three in the afternoon instead of eight in the morning. However, my stomach growled, letting me know it was time to get up and eat. Dan heard my stomach growling and told me it was time to have breakfast. Then we'd walk to the mall. Today was more about getting to know each other than role-play. We walked down to the hotel dining room and ate their breakfast buffet special. I watched him eat and thought about what it would be like to do this all of the time. Oh, what heaven that would be, I told myself. I had finally found my soul mate. Before I met him, I stopped believing in soul mates. "Okay, what's on your mind now? You look like a condemned woman having her last meal," he teased me. "I thought about how wonderful it would be to be 'condemned' to spend the rest of my life with you!" I returned his teasing with a touch of sarcasm. "Be careful what you wish for, Dora. You might get it for seventy more years! You have said that you plan to outlive your great-grandmother and she lived until a hundred," Dan winked at me. Meeting My Master (Complete) "And ... that's a problem how?" I retorted. "Well, if it's not one for you, I have no complaints. Just thought I'd warn you, while you still have a chance," Dan grinned. "I still don't see a problem! Are you trying to get rid of me or something? If so, just tell me now," I teased him. "Not no, but, HELL NO! How many redheaded country gals am I going to find out here to be my wife and cook the best Southern food around? I still want to sample your chicken-fried steak with homemade mashed potatoes and corn on the side. Glad to know that there isn't a problem at all," he exclaimed. "Is that the only reason that you want me to be your wife?" I picked on him. "Now, now, don't put words in my mouth. That's very naughty of you to twist what I said. You knew what I meant," he pretended to scold me and tried to keep a straight face. I just ignored that last comment and asked him, "Are you ready to go yet? I want to see this mall that you mentioned so much." "Yeah, I think we've eaten two meals a piece this morning! I need to walk off my breakfast," he declared. We headed out of the hotel, hoping to enjoy some time at the mall. I was eager to do some window-shopping and possibly buy a skirt (not that I'd wear it often). When we arrived at the mall, Dan held my hand as we walked through it and talked about our plans for the weekend. We figured that after we shopped a bit and ate lunch, we'd return to the hotel and swim. "Is there any particular place that you want to shop here? We have a couple of lingerie stores here," he asked me with a wicked grin. "No, just window-shop. I'd like to see Spencer's, though. Do y'all have that store?" I inquired. "I think so. I doubt that I've ever been in there, though. What kind of shop is it?" he wondered out loud. "Basically, it's a toned-down adult-oriented novelty store. They don't have sex toys, but they have sexually oriented items. There are books, games, X-rated pasta, adult greeting cards, and things like that," I explained. "Well, that sounds like a place of which my parents wouldn't approve! Let's go!" he said mischievously. "Don't worry, my parents would be spinning in their graves," I pointed out as we headed there. "Okay, now where are these adult-rated items?" he grinned wickedly. "Would you like some special pasta to bring to your mom and dad?" I needled him. "Oh, yes, I'm sure that they would love some pasta shaped like little dicks! I can just see Mom's reaction now! She'd be praying for my salvation! She doesn't even know that I write adult stories online, though Dad came across my handwritten work once before I moved out. He lectured me and made me shred it. I'll never forget that! They thought I'd be a Baptist minister like my dad. As if!" he snorted. "Oh, yes, you enjoy the carnal pleasures of life too much for that!" I goaded him, "Didn't they name you Daniel after the prophet in the Bible?" "Well, Dad is a guy who forbade us to watch 'Three's Company', because the characters shared an apartment, but now he watches soap operas! He told my brother and me that we could become impotent from masturbating, but that has yet to happen! Hell, he even banned TV in the house for much of my childhood!" Dan exclaimed. "You poor, deprived man!" I half-mockingly sympathized with him. Once we left the shop, we went into a clothing store to buy me a skirt and him a new pair of swimming trunks. After we did that, we walked to the food court and got Philly cheese-steaks, home fries, and sodas. When we stuffed ourselves, we went back to our room, where we changed into swimsuits and then headed to the outdoor pool. "Can you do me a 'flavor'?" I asked him with a puppy dog look. "You're doing the pitiful thing again, huh? Yeah, what is the 'flavor' that you want?" Dan asked me. "Hey, it works, doesn't it? Anyway, will you rub some sunscreen on me?" I replied sweetly, worrying about my fair skin in the desert sun. "Alright, I'll rub some on you. Come here so I can do your back. Then we'll take care of your face and arms. We don't want the Arizona sun to get ya, after all. The desert can be a hot place, you know," he agreed. Dan then opened the bottle of sunscreen and rubbed me down. Not only would it help block the sun's harmful UV rays, but also it felt incredible on my back as he massaged me. His hands kneaded out those knots that I'd collected over the past week or so. I really wanted those sore muscles relaxed so I could swim with him in the pool. The water would be a bit rough otherwise. Besides, relaxation helped with the stress of recently ending my marriage. If I didn't have Dan and my friends, I would have gone crazy. Once the lotion protected us enough from the sun, we jumped into the pool. I'm not really a big swimmer, so we sort of splashed each other and goofed off. Dan swam a bit, but not very much. He mostly talked and waded through the pool with me. After about half an hour, we headed back to the room to change. We slipped into the shower to wash the chlorine out of our hair and off our skin. Then we decided to take a nap, so we could rest up for the rest of the evening. That nap lasted a few hours, after which we both awoke in a somewhat sweaty state. Naturally, Dan in particular wanted to freshen up a bit for supper, because the afternoon was about to become evening. This second rinse in the shower wasn't that long, since we just wanted to get clean for dinner, but it was still nice to get used to seeing his naked body. He was insecure about his body hair, but I actually enjoyed it. We hurried to dry off as we got out of the shower, but Dan still took the chance to swat my ass, which didn't shock me. For some reason, he had a peculiar fascination with my butt, not that I minded it. "So, how about the hotel restaurant this time?" Dan suggested with a smile. That sounded really great to me, since I wondered what kind of food they served in a place like that. As it turned out, it was calamari for him and shrimp for me, albeit a bit on the pricey side. Neither of us worried about splurging for a special evening. "So, what do you want to drink, honey?" Dan asked me, clearly in the mood for a stiff one. "How about a Long Island ice tea?" I proposed, thinking that a good cocktail sounded better than any straight drinks. Besides, Long Islands always tasted great. We had a wonderful time, drinking our cocktails and eating our seafood for a good hour or so, until we decided to get the check. Dan pulled a surprise on me by shaving my pussy and then going down on me there. I liked this despite the clear fact that it was more my thing than his. The fact that he would eat me out on his own initiative, simply to satisfy me, was a true turn-on for me. Sadly for Dan, the drinking affected his performance. While he got it up more than once, he couldn't stay hard long enough to cum in my pussy. We tried several things, but it took a lot of effort before he could get it up again. When he did, embarrassed and worried as he was about his unusually difficult time, we really lasted longer this time. He finally came, however, while using a vibrator on my bare ass. He obviously loved anal play and fucking me doggie-style excited him a lot. "Sorry about the trouble earlier, babe. I'm usually better than that," he explained with a red face. It was clear that performance anxiety was new to him. He was used to being the strong Dom with no such problems, but he was still human. "So, maybe less drinking next time. Seriously, it's not a problem. Every man has trouble with that some times," I assured him. "Yes, but I'm not used to it. Thanks for understanding, though. Maybe it's just my nerves. In any case, you know, it has still been the best weekend of my life," Dan observed, still a bit flustered. "Mine, too. Don't let one incident ruin it. It was a fluke, since it didn't happen last night and won't tomorrow," I agreed as we watched TV and snuggled to sleep, exhausted from that long day. Chapter 3 I woke up the next morning in heaven. I was wrapped in Dan's arms again. I lay there thinking I wanted this forever. I could see myself for the first time growing old with someone. My mind drifted back again to the mess my life was in back in Texas. I knew it was still there waiting for me to work it out. First, there were my kids. One was in the state's custody thanks to my first husband. The other lived with her father's sister. That family hated me. That was the least of my worries. I still had my second husband on my case. He wanted back in my life and didn't let up. I worried that I would bring Dan in on the mess of my life, but to the other part of me he was the lighthouse on a stormy night. He brought calm to a restless mind. He had been there for me over the past few months since we met online. When I was depressed to the point of suicide, he had been there and saved my life with his calm words. I had grown to love the man holding me, in spite of the fact I tried to keep from falling in love again. I had told myself no more men. It was just too much heartache. Yet here I was falling in love again and planning a future with the man. "Hey, Red, are you hungry?" Dan interrupted my thoughts. I could sense that he hoped for a "yes". "MMMM that sounds good, especially with bacon," I replied as my stomach awoke. We climbed out of bed and freshened up. After we dressed, we headed downstairs for breakfast. The hotel had an excellent breakfast bar. Pastries, bacon, scrambled eggs, fruit, and so much more were laid out waiting for us to grab them. "So, did you have any plans for today? I thought of swimming in the indoor pool and trying the Jacuzzi," Dan suggested, eager to try them out. "Sounds like a plan. What did you want to do the rest of today?" I agreed, since the spa in particular had its appeal. "Why don't we wing it?" Dan winked at me, indicating that he did have plans, just not ones he would say out loud. I ignored his risque suggestion and piled plenty of bacon on my plate, along with scrambled eggs, hash browns, and fruit. Dan grabbed something like an omelet, though it technically had a different name. He also took some bacon, taters, and fruit. I had strawberries while he chose kiwis. We sat down and ate our breakfast with some orange juice. We both dug in shamelessly, being famished from the previous night's activities. Dan played footsie with me, causing me to blush a little. I wasn't used to such public flirting. Right at that moment, my ex called me, much to my irritation. I didn't answer it, which caused the phone to go to voice mail. Unfortunately, he didn't quit calling for much of the morning. I finally lost my appetite and decided that swimming was a very good idea. I would leave the phone behind in the room and not hear it ringing. "Why does he still call you so much?" Dan inquired, finding it rather odd. We were divorced, after all. "Because he's an asshole that won't give up or take no for an answer. The divorce is final, but he still calls me his wife. He said that God didn't recognize the divorce and that we are still married in His eyes. Well, that's his opinion. God didn't send me that memo. I won't say his name anymore. I just call him 'asshole'. Let's change the subject and go dip in the hot tub," I ranted before cooling down. "Works for me," Dan did a rather bad "Hunter" impression. I rolled my eyes, but I still loved him, even at his silliest. We hurried back to the room and changed for swimming and (even more important) dipping in the Jacuzzi. I hoped that this would distract me from the issues back home. I would take care of that business when I went back. This weekend was a retreat away from that for me, though it constantly intruded on my thoughts like an unwelcome guest. The Jacuzzi certainly relaxed my body, if nothing else. Dan didn't seem to have any such worries, but he was concerned for my state of mind. He knew and cared about my problems, even if they were only visible on my face. He started playing in the hot tub to create a diversion for me. He then took me over to the pool so that he could splash and dunk me. It worked, as we both engaged in light horseplay for a few hours. "Feel better, baby doll?" Dan asked me as we dried off and went back to the room. "Of course, I feel better! How could I not with you teasing me like that? You're a pleasant distraction from the worries on my mind," I grinned. "Is that all I am, a distraction?" he needled me, twisting my words on purpose. "Of course not! You just like to play word games, Mr. Comic! Don't quit your day job! You have one, right?" I teased back, well aware of his occupation. "You know better. Truce?" Dan decided on a tactical retreat, since I gave as good as I got. "Truce, for now. I have plenty of time to pick on you later," I joked as we entered the room and changed back into our regular clothes. "There's a gift shop in the lobby. Care to pick up some souvenirs?" Dan mentioned. "Why not? I could use some postcards from Arizona for my daughter and some friends. Besides, I have a little money burning a hole in my pocket. I don't feel like staying in the room. It's too early in the day and I'm getting hungry. It's almost time for lunch," I liked that idea, since I honestly wanted some stuff from Phoenix to show off to my best friend. We poked around in the gift shop and I saw some postcards that really drew my attention. Dan's shades were lost, so we found him another pair. I say "we", because he was hopelessly ignorant about the right type of sunglasses. He also had a knack for losing or breaking them. It was just pure bad luck on his part, where shades were concerned. Since I had my own little flaws, I simply found it amusing. "Too bad I can' find a rabbit's foot here for you, since you could use the luck. Hopefully, you'll keep these a little longer than the last pair. How much did you spend on those fancy shades you lost?" I asked him, remembering that he told me about the expensive sunglasses he used to have. "Don't remind me. It's embarrassing. Jeff Foxworthy was right about shades. Cheapies always outlast the pricey ones. I'll have to bear that in mind when I'm shopping for the next pair. Since these are not from a drugstore, they might stick around for another month, if I'm lucky. The sad thing is that this is summer in the desert. I need to shield my eyes from the sun. This is not a luxury out here," Dan said in his self-deprecating manner. "You're to shades what Liz Taylor is to husbands. You don't keep them long," I ribbed Dan. "Truce-breaker!" Dan mockingly griped. We paid for the souvenirs and sunglasses, and then realized that we really needed some grub. Dan's stomach now rumbled louder than mine. "How about Lonestar Saloon? It's not a native Texas restaurant, but it's an homage to your home state and it has great food. This being lunch, we could get something cheaper, such as steak soup. It goes well with their bread and butter. I also want to show off my girlfriend to people out here," Dan suggested. "Steak soup has a nice ring to it. Do they use real butter, 'cause I grew up with that instead of margarine," I pretended not to hear the part about "showing me off", though it was flattering. "I never worried about it, but we can ask for real butter. I hear it's better for you than margarine, anyway. No trans fats and being more natural. The doc tells me to lower my triglycerides, though I'm not givin' up my French fries for nobody. Cut back, yes. Give 'em up, hell no! Yeah, I'm still a hillbilly from West Virginia," he grinned as he proudly admitted his background. "Yankee, you mean," I picked on him again. "I thought those were in New York and New England," he stuck out his tongue as we walked to the restaurant. "I still say that you're a Yankee. You say 'soda' instead of 'coke'. That's Yankee talk," I continued teasing him half-seriously, though I was right. "Coke is a brand name," Dan retorted as he opened the door for me. I replied with a raspberry,"It's also a Southern term for soda or pop, Yankee." "I give up on that issue. I'm not like Uncle Abe. I'd rather kiss a Southern gal than fight with her over petty things," Dan yielded on that point, since it was just teasing anyway. "Not petty to me, but I'll go for another truce," I smiled sweetly as I got in the last word before the hostess guided us to our seat. Dan introduced me to the waiter as his girlfriend and then ordered the steak soup for us. Apparently, he was a regular and the waiter knew him well enough to make a difference. "Can you get real butter for our bread? She likes that better," he requested, winking at me. "Sure. I don't blame you. What to drink?" Jared, the waiter, smiled as he took the order. "Dr. Pepper for her, ice tea for me," Dan told him, giving me a sense of deja vu. "See, you're a damnyankee. A Southern man would ask for sweet tea," I broke the truce again when the waiter left us. "So I'm not from Texas. Sue me," Dan replied defiantly, his eyes showing his amusement despite his words. "I would, but I wouldn't get much money from ya," I shot back, knowing that he wasn't really mad at me. We clearly enjoyed this back and forth battle of wits. It was nice to be with a guy who didn't take such things seriously or act hurt about them, like my last ex. Dan got my sense of humor, unlike that man. He wasn't so thin-skinned. By then, the bread and butter arrived. Jared brought both the real stuff and margarine to be on the safe side. This helped us take the edge off our hunger while we waited for the soup. There were two or three different kinds of bread on the plate, which was a nice variety. "One of these days, you should try the black bean soup. It's really good," Dan commented, which made me grimace. Black beans weren't exactly my favorite. "Thanks, but no thanks. I'll stick to my pintos and black-eyed peas. I don't really care for black beans so much," I explained. He shrugged and started reading off the specials, smiling as he looked at the desserts. When Jared returned with the steak soup, it was hot and delicious. Despite it being summer, I still enjoyed a good, steaming bowl of soup. "And to think that Melissa teased me about eating soup in hot weather. She doesn't know what she's missing," Dan echoed my thoughts, almost as if he was psychic. Then again, as the saying goes, great minds think alike. "There's no accounting for taste. I agree with you. A nice bowl of soup is perfectly fine, even in summertime. It's hot food either way, liquid or solid. Besides, this steak is really great, as is the broth," I rolled my eyes at his co-worker's remark. Between the bread and the tasty soup, we were full before we knew it. Dan paid the check and asked if I wanted anything stronger. I shook my head. He left a decent tip for Jared, though it being lunch, that wasn't as large as for supper. "Yeah, I think that I in particular should be sober for the next activity," he winked at me, a bit red in the face as he recalled his problem the night before, which we blamed on booze. "I'm not in a drinking mood, anyway," I told him, since I simply wasn't. We rushed back to our room, eager to get back in bed. Both of us were horny by then. Dan and I undressed each other and he spanked me a little before we started fucking again. This time, we tried out the cowgirl position, so I could make sure that he hit the right spot as I rode him. It wasn't our favorite style, but we were in the mood for something different. It worked, as I came during the act itself for a change. Contrary to myth, this wasn't something that women usually did while men were inside them. It tended to happen more often during foreplay or aftercare. Either that or it required a lot of manipulation by a woman or her partner. Cowgirl was one of the few positions that improved the chances of an actual climax, since a woman could set the pace to suit her body's needs. Meeting My Master (Complete) Dan played with my clit while we fucked, speeding the climb toward my second release. He clearly wanted me to have multiple orgasms if possible, from what I could tell. He was a direct contradiction to the myth that all dominant men were selfish or were supposed to be that way. Dan actually seemed to derive pleasure from seeing me cum. It was so enjoyable for him that he finally came as well. At that moment, I was on cloud nine. I was also drained, so we took a nap. I felt very safe at that point, lying in his arms once more. He seemed to like holding me as much as I enjoyed being held. We awoke to the ringing of my cell phone again. I checked the number on the screen and it was clearly my ex yet again. Would the man never give up? It was over. We were divorced. He needed to move on with his life and leave me to mine. I was tired of dealing with his crap, so I picked up the phone to shut him up at last. "Will you quit calling me? I told you it's over!" I didn't bother asking what he called me about. I already knew that. He still wanted to reconcile, as he still considered us married before God. "Who are you with?" he jealously demanded. "Someone a lot better than you," I told him, hoping to end this same stupid discussion. He needed to take a hint by now. I wasn't coming back, so I went ahead and hung up on him, turning off the phone to stop any more ringing. "That was a good answer. I'm flattered," Dan noted. "Well, it's true, although he isn't the best measure of men. It doesn't reflect as well on you as it should. He and I had no business getting married," I frowned, thinking of that jerk. "Let's think of something else, such as supper, if he didn't ruin your appetite," Dan proposed. "Supper's a good idea. I feel lazy still, so how about room service?" I agreed, since I was hungry again. "I get hungry after sex. I was earlier, but sleep was a bigger priority. Now I'm more than ready to stuff my face," Dan confessed, as if this was a bad thing. I personally didn't mind his cravings after sex. They were just a personal quirk. "What do you want? I think that I'll have fajitas," Dan asked me. "Steak with asparagus. Baked potato, fully loaded," I realized that I was hungrier than I thought. We lay there idly and watched TV while we waited for room service. The waiter brought a very nice ribeye with asparagus and a somewhat fully loaded potato. I noted that these locals didn't have a clue about a real baked potato. It was still tasty and I devoured it. Dan relished his chicken fajitas with rice, beans, and pico de gallo. He seemed to have a fondness for Mexican food, I observed. "Damn it, I'm about to burst!" I told Dan. "Me, too," he admitted, rubbing his belly. We were both in our bathrobes, which we had put on for the waiter's benefit. Now we had to take them off to avoid discomfort from the tightness in our stomachs. "Hell of a day, huh? Nice and lazy for a change," Dan added. "Yeah, I don't look forward to going back to the usual crap at my job. Robin can be such a diva at times. She changes her mind sixty times a day and still wants me to read her mind. I know that your job is a pain, too. But at least your boss is a professional. Robin's anything but that," I griped. "Enough about her, though. I want to think about you, not your boss. For now, I'm your real boss. I think that you need another spanking to get your mind off that stuff," Dan declared, indicating that he was back in his D/s role. "Yes, Master. Spank me," I leaned over Dan's lap. Dan smacked my ass while I gritted my teeth from the mixed pleasure and pain. My butt felt the sting of his hands as he spanked me, yet my pussy became rather wet with my excitement. He then slipped his fingers one at a time into my cunt, fucking it as he pleased. He soon had his fist inside me, up to his knuckles in me as he pounded me. He seemed to revel in the rough way that his fist took me and I didn't exactly protest. I came in a very messy fashion on his fist pretty soon, it was so damn good. When I had been thoroughly taken by Dan's fist, he pushed me onto the bed and fucked me doggie-style again. It was a savage, but beautiful fucking I endured and enjoyed at his hand. I was fucked into a quivering semblance of my usual self. Dan came with an even bigger load than that morning's, which I was very glad to receive. It certainly released some of the tension of the day and particularly the stress of the stupid calls from my ex. I kissed him energetically in response to this incredibly good lay. We were both so sore and tired that the only thing to do was clean off and curl up to sleep together. Dan had to get up early for work the next morning and I had a flight to catch back to Hell, sorry, I meant home. At least my dreams were better after the hot sex. The next morning came far too soon, much as I feared. I would have to face the music with my boss, who disapproved of my divorce. She was such a stupid, nosy bitch, not to mention a fucking hypocrite. Dan had his own annoying work environment to handle, just not half that bad. I didn't have much of an appetite during that last breakfast before we parted ways. I chose only a bowl of fruit and couldn't even do more than pick at it. It was so unusual for me that Dan couldn't help but notice. He also saw my tears, as I spotted his. Well at least I knew that he was man enough to cry. My exes saw that as a weakness, but I knew better. Granted, one didn't take it to extremes, but as Gandalf said, "Not all tears are an evil." We kissed and hugged, not able to do more than that in the front lobby. He left for work, but I still had a little time left before I had to catch my plane. The hotel room was much too quiet as I returned to it, to find his parting gift for me: his shirt from the first night. I decided that I would sleep with that shirt until I saw him again, smelling him at night even if I couldn't touch him. There would be hell to pay, but it was worth it for me to have that weekend together. They couldn't take that away from us, no matter what else they did. Epilogue It has been 9 1/2 years now, but I still think it was worthwhile. That might have something to do with the fact that Dan and I are now happily married and living in Phoenix with my son. My daughter lived with me for a time, but has since moved to be close to her fiancee. I later found out that Dan was still crying as he left the hotel and had to wipe his eyes before he could punch in for work. I had my own tears to shed and wipe away, but I've since left my old job in Texas, of course. Dan moved out to Texas for a while to be with me, but it was just too hard to find work and he missed his family too much. My children got old enough for me to move out to Arizona and so I was able to start over in a new state. First my son was released by the state (more like discarded with their usual callousness) and then my daughter was kicked out by her aunt. They each individually chose to move out here to be with us. It's not perfect now, but it's a lot better than it used to be. I am happy for my daughter's engagement.