0 comments/ 33119 views/ 3 favorites The Exchange By: The Gentle Man It had not been easy, he thought. He had had such desires for a while, but actually telling her about them had been difficult. Until now he had always been the one who was in control. They had been exploring D/s for about a year now and he had discovered that he truly liked it when she submitted to him. He had been a bit reluctant at first – he had been concerned about hurting her by accident and worried sometimes about how far to take things – but she had willingly, and even eagerly, welcomed the submissive role. He had witnessed the freedom she found in it and had relished the way she gave herself over to him and to her own pleasure. He also had to acknowledge that the power that came from being dominant was a bit intoxicating. Restraining her . . . teasing her . . . taking her to the brink time and time again before pushing her over the edge . . . it all excited him tremendously. Just thinking about it was causing stirrings of arousal. They had talked about how their respective roles made them feel. She had expressed her unashamed enthusiasm for letting him have control. She had talked of the thrill in feeling the restraints and how, on those occasions when he had blindfolded her, the unknown had intensified the anticipation and sensations. He had told her how much he enjoyed having her at his mercy, how he never tired of touching and arousing her, how the rush of power was something he could physically feel. They had discussed fantasies and desires that had previously seemed forbidden and felt as if they had discovered a new and exciting world that they were both anxious to explore. It had been, he thought, a very exciting year. He had learned how very lovely she looked with ropes around her breasts and criss-crossed over her body. He had delighted in making her wait and then ask for permission to have an orgasm. He had thrilled to the sight of her on her knees with her hands bound behind her back. He had teased her with his fingers and tongue and toys until she was screaming and her body was quivering. He had watched as her nipples had stiffened as he prepared to place the clamps on them. He had felt the heat of her ass on his stomach after he had spanked it with his hand and it had driven him to take her deeply . . . forcefully. His arousal grew stronger as the memories flowed over him. He thought about the transformation she underwent whenever they were exploring. She seemed to almost step out of herself and into another place. He would often watch with wonder, as the pleasure would take control of her body. He could see it in the flush that rose up under the surface of her skin. It seemed sometimes that she struggled against the restraints, not in an attempt to escape but in an effort to offer herself to it more fully. Which only made him want to give her more of course and a kind of transformation would overtake him as well. He would feel more dominant, more powerful, because of her submission. It really was an exchange and he found himself craving it sometimes, just as she did. But watching her had made him think about other things too. He began to wonder what it would be like to be the one who was not in control. He thought about what it would be like to be in a position where he had no choice but to submit. He knew that if he were wearing the restraints then he would be vulnerable and the thought did make him uneasy. He was not sure if he could give up the control. He had never been especially good at being on the receiving end of things even before they had started exploring D/s, but now he really had difficulty reconciling the idea with his new found image of himself as a dominant. Still, he had begun to think about it more often and after their last session he had questioned her so intently about how it felt that she had finally looked at him and asked if he wanted to find out. He had not really been prepared for the question and tried at first to just brush it off. But the truth was he was embarrassed by how much he did want to try it. Apparently, it had showed on his face too. Reading his eyes, she had taken his hand and looked at him so lovingly and reassuringly that he had weakened and confessed his desire. That had been a week ago and they had not discussed it since. Still embarrassed, he had, in fact, tried to avoid any mention of it. Fortunately, the everyday pressures of real life had helped in that regard. But the idea had not left his mind. He found it creeping insidiously into his thoughts each day. It had become almost annoying in its persistence. Aggravated, he shook his head, pushed himself away from his desk and gathered his things to go home. It was Friday and on his drive home, he began to fantasize about things he would like to do to her that night. He imagined tying her spread-eagle to the bed . . . wrapping the velvet ropes around her wrists and ankles . . . opening her up so that he might play and tease and torment her in all the ways they had both come to love. He shifted in the seat and tried to reposition the hardness that was growing between his legs. He pictured her in his mind; she was so very beautiful, a living definition of the pleasures of the flesh. Then, in the middle of the fantasy, the scene changed. It was no longer her tied to the bed, but him. He could practically feel the ropes on his wrists and ankles and his skin actually felt warm in those places. He felt as if his pulse rate had suddenly accelerated and the extra blood flow was going straight to the erection that had become almost painful within the confines of his pants. Without being conscious of it, he dropped his hand to his lap and began massaging it. The new fantasy began to take shape and for a while he gave it free reign until he suddenly realized that he was on the brink of orgasm. Startled, he pulled his hand away and shook the images from his brain. The last thing he wanted the paramedics to find was the front of his pants soaked with cum as they loaded him into the ambulance following the accident he was sure to have if he did not concentrate on his driving. He arrived home without incident and had even managed to calm down enough that he did not have to hold his briefcase in front of him when he got out of the car. The house was dark as he approached it and he wondered if she was even there. Opening the front door and entering the blackness of the foyer, he bumped his elbow on the doorjamb and swore softly. Where was she, he wondered. Why were all the lights off? He stumbled around in the dark until he found a lamp and switched it on. Shadows retreated before the soft light and he saw the note lying the table. Curious, he picked it up and read the words. It was her handwriting. “Come into the bedroom, but do not turn on any lights. Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed. I know what you are thinking, but trust me. Fantasies are to be shared. I love you.” He reread the note again. The paper, he realized, was shaking because his hand was trembling. He felt a tightness in his throat and a tingling in his arms and legs. Blood was pumping rapidly throughout his body and causing him to swell again. He put the note down on the table and began carefully walking through the dark house to the bedroom. Despite the blackness he managed to avoid running into anything, he had after all lived here for a while now. But even with the familiarity things seemed different somehow. He paused at the bedroom door . . . frozen for a moment by uncertainty. Was he ready for whatever lay over that threshold? Doubts began to cloud his mind, but the nervous excitement coursing through his body proved to be stronger and he stepped into the room. Faint traces of light from outside were visible around the edges of the window. Objects in the room appeared as blurred shadows without definite form. Something seemed to be wrong with his depth perception; some things appeared to be three dimensional, others did not. He strained to see if anyone else was in the room. He moved until he was beside the bed and began to undress. His fingers trembled and he fumbled with the buttons. When he took off his shirt he sensed that eyes were watching and a shiver passed over him. The air seemed especially cool on his chest and back and he realized that it was because his skin was so warm. His nipples stiffened. He took off his shoes and socks and stood for a moment feeling a strange mixture of apprehension and arousal. Taking a deep breath, he undid his pants and took them off quickly as if speed would help somehow. His erection was stretching his underwear in such a way that nothing was hidden. He took them off and felt it spring free. From the darkness he thought he heard a sound and he strained to make it out. But the silence was all encompassing. He could hear nothing but the pounding of the blood in his ears. He stood naked and waiting. After a few moments he remembered what the note had said and he lay down on the bed. The sheets felt cool beneath him. His skin had taken on a whole new sensitivity so that even the air on it seemed to be a tangible thing. A sound – he was certain it was real this time – came from beside him. Words, soft and loving, entered his ear as a whisper, “It’s okay, just relax. Let me take you there. It is a wonderful place.” It was her voice, he knew, but it had such an ethereal feel about it. He felt it pulling him in, seducing him. Hands moved his arms above his head; fingers secured the velvet ropes around his wrists. He had no thought of resisting. A spell had been cast and he was surrendering himself to it. Movement on the bed was accompanied by the touch of hands on his legs, pulling them apart so that his ankles could be placed in the restraints. He felt more exposed than he ever had before. His erection was huge and throbbing. It seemed to loom out into the darkness like a living being. He pulled on the restraints but they did not give. He was helpless. He could not resist. She could do anything she wanted to him. The thought made it pulse with energy. Gradually his eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness and he could make out the silhouette of her body. She was naked and the sight of her beautiful breasts outlined by the light seeping in around the window made him ache with desire. He wanted to take her in his arms and bury his face in her cleavage, but was reminded again when he tried that he was bound to the bed. He could not see her face clearly, but somehow sensed that there was a smile there. She moved into the shadows again and disappeared from his view. He did not know where she was until he felt her lips on his shoulder. She was kissing him very lightly and he could not believe how good it felt. She kissed her way up to his face and pressed her lips against his. He lifted his head to kiss her passionately but she moved away leaving him with just a taste of her lingering there. Her lips, soft and moist, moved down across his chest. She paused at his nipples. He jumped when she flicked one with the tip of her tongue. He moaned when she began sucking on it gently. The sensation was almost too much. He had never been able to lie still when she had tried doing such a thing before but now he could not get away and she teased him by licking and biting gently on each nipple until they ached. He wanted to protest but the words came out as a moan instead. Finally she left his nipples alone and he was filled with a mixture of relief and emptiness. He was to the point of craving her touch now. Her fingers moved down over his stomach, followed closely by her mouth. He tensed as she approached his erection. Unbidden the word “Please” escaped and he strained to lift his hips so that he could make contact. She did not touch him though. Instead she began to run her fingernails up the insides of his legs all the way to his thighs. He tried to move his legs but was brought up short by the ropes. She was tormenting him but he never wanted it to end. Her touch moved away again and he was left wanting. His legs had begun to tremble. He could not remember ever being so hard. If she touched him now he would cum immediately, he was certain of it. Movement on the bed again and he sensed that she was leaning over him. A nipple brushed his lips. He reached for it hungrily. She teased him, bringing it near, then moving it way. Finally, she let him catch it and he groaned and sucked on it and ran his tongue all around it relishing its stiffness. She sighed and let him suck on the other breast. She then put her hands on the headboard and straddled his head. He could smell her arousal and it made his mouth water. He wanted so much to taste her. He reached out with his tongue . . .searching. At first, he found only air . . . heavy with her scent . . . then she moved her hips and her taste exploded on his tongue. Like a man dying of thirst, he licked and swallowed her juices. She was very wet and he realized that she was almost as excited as he was. He ran his tongue up between her lips and was rewarded with a moan from her. He wanted desperately to grab her hips and bury his face between her legs. He could hear her breathing heavy and knew that she was close to orgasm but she moved away before she was there. He felt as if he had been stopped on the edge himself and groaned in frustration. He recognized that denying him her orgasm was a way for her to have control over him. Always before he could decide when she came, now he could not. His arousal was leaking from the tip when she moved down and breathed on him. He shuddered and clinched his fists. She blew warm air on him and teased him with it. He was frantic for her touch. The tip of her tongue brushed over the head. He held his breath and struggled to hold back the tide. She wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed tight and the inevitable was held at bay – at least for now. Gradually she released the pressure of her fingers and began to run just the fingertips up and down the shaft. He was trembling continuously now. He could see her lean her head down and when the warm moistness of her mouth closed over him, he almost cried at the sheer ecstasy of it. She slid her lips down along the shaft taking him into her throat and then reversed the process until she held just the head, which she then sucked on. Up and down . . . again and again . . . Each time he thought he would explode, she would stop and squeeze him again until the moment passed. He lost all track of time and space. Nothing else mattered except what she was doing. Somewhere in his brain he thought that this must be how it was when he did these things to her. She took him to one peak after another then backed him off just enough. He was lost in the pleasures . . . pulling against the ropes . . . relishing the hold that they . . . and she . . . had over him. When she took him from her mouth it was almost painful. He felt her reach for something on the other side of him and her breasts . . . heavy and luscious . . . brushed him. Oh god, he thought, I don’t know how much I can take. Having reached what she wanted she sat back up. He heard the bottle opening and she poured something into her hand. He wondered if it was what he thought it was and then her hand . . . slick with oil . . . gripped his shaft and began sliding up and down its length very slowly. He groaned and thrust himself up into her hand wanting her to go faster, but she kept moving slowly. She rubbed the palm of her hand all around the tip and used her thumb against the soft underside. He could feel it building again. There was going to be no stopping it this time. He fought to lay still and let her slowly stroke him. The explosion when it came was blinding. He shouted aloud as the cum that had been so close so many times finally burst from him. He could feel each ejaculation as she pulled them from his body. It went on forever . . . yet ended all too soon. When she had milked the last of it from him, he lay panting and sweating. He was completely disoriented and shaking with the force of his orgasm. She continued to stroke him softly for a minute then stopped and just held him. He pulsed in her hand. She got up from the bed, disappeared in the dark again, then returned with a warm damp cloth with which she wiped him down. The ropes at his wrists and ankles were untied and he was able to take her in his arms at last. Her body felt so incredible against his that he suddenly wanted nothing more than to pleasure her. He pushed her back on the bed and moved between her legs. He spread them and quickly slid his tongue through her wetness. She moaned and arched her back and pulled his face against her and he licked and sucked her until she screamed and came on his tongue. Despite the force of his orgasm he had only softened a little and with the sound of her orgasm he was hard again and he slid deep inside her. As he thrust into her, he realized that power, like love, was something to be shared. The exchange was complete and the two of them would be stronger for it. He took comfort in the thought and for the rest of the night they made love not as a dominant and submissive but as lovers who would always share fantasy and reality and power together. The Exchange He kneels in the center of his room his back is straight and shoulders square, hands laid upon his thighs, as he focuses his gaze straight ahead. He sits meditating feeling himself being one with his surroundings. His senses are acute and he can feel with his mind all that is around him. He is comfortable with the power of his spirit and is confident in the strength of his character, which has been proved a thousand times over and over. He has become the standard over years of obedience to a code of honor and he and the code have become one. :slowly and quietly a door slides open, She steps into the room immediately falls to the floor kneeling quietly waiting. Her heart is pounding and she swallows to quiet her spirit as she knows a display of emotion will bring a severe punishment. Her eyes remain low and she uses her peripheral vision as she has been taught. Waiting...to see if her master will permit her in his presence this evening or send her away. His eyes never move and his gaze remains steadfast not looking at his submissive. He knows she is there and can feel her with his mind. He searches her thoughts and tests her focus by making her wait. He knows she is here to offer herself for his pleasure. He will see if she has learned what she has been taught. If she pleases me, I will share my bed with her tonight. He gives an almost unnoticeable nod to communicate she may come in. She sees his acceptance and gracefully stands and moves across the room to his side. She is careful not to expose herself but only hint modestly, showing her bare feet under her silk white robe. At his side she kneels with her legs together and sits upon them with her toes pointed behind her. Her hands upon her thighs and head lower, she waits for him to give her freedom to look upon him. She feels his energy surround her and her skin begins to tingle at the closeness of his presence. He takes his left hand and turns his palm upwards holding it out in front of him. She reaches slowly out with her delicate fingertips and touches the center of his hand. Immediately her heart begins to race as she focuses to keep her breath under control. To touch his hand meant he gives her permission to look upon his face and body. In one motion he draws his elbows down to his sides and throws his hands through the folds of his clothing and back forward palms together in front of him, his eyes narrow and his concentration deepens and slowly lifts his arms and hands above him, causing his clothing to fall from his torso around his waist. He allows his arms to float downwards till his hands once again rest upon his thighs. He begins to gather his strength from within. Once his hands touch his thighs her eyes lift and focus upon his face, shoulders, chest and arms. His gaze so focused before him and steady. She can feel his presence now grip her. She senses the gather power growing inside him. She becomes flush in the face knowing soon he will unleash that power upon her. She feels the heat of passion begin to grow within her as she continues to gaze upon his face and think of this. She knows what is coming and prepares herself. She rolls and lifts her shoulders and lets the silken garment fall from her shoulders ensuring to ensnare her wrist in the sleeves as it falls exposing her delicate shoulders and firm youthful breasts. The coolness of the air touches the exposed skin and her nipples harden from the conflicting heat that rises inside her and the cool air. She feels her center begin to tighten and loosen instinctively as the sensations begin to take her. She takes a breath and one last look at her Master to sear his image in her mind as she knows only this would sustain her in the moments to come. She empties her inner self and opens her mind and soul to him as she lifts her head back exposing her neck and softly whispers one single word of surrender… “Yours” It is not known in that moment what it is that connects two together in such a powerful way. Perhaps it is the sheer force of his will or the complete surrender of her-self to him, or the combination of such forces coming together at a single point in time. What is known however is that in that moment all laws of the universe cease to exists as two become one. Sweat forms along his brow and upper lip as he holds back the power he has summoned within him. Her gift to him was flawless, every move every breath full of grace and respect. He shall not leave her wanting for bringing this pleasure and honor to him. He will take her further than she has ever gone. He grits his teeth as his hand clenches. Her body explodes with heat as her breast is enveloped with his thoughts. She cannot understand, he has not touched her, yet she feels his hand’s heat upon her breast. She feels him close his hand and she moans as her flesh is molded under the strength of his mental grip. Every sense is magnified a thousand times, he is consuming every last bit of her essence and she relishes it drinking in his power and losing herself in his lusts. She feels her juices dripping down her inner legs and pooling in the floor below her. Her breath becomes shallow, almost suffocating. Her body is seized with intense pleasure again and again. She bites her lip drawing blood knowing to lose control would cost her, her life. This was no game and she knew the risks of being in his presence. One dare not come and present themselves, unless they were prepared to pay that price for failure. She used the pain of biting her lips to control her surrender. She bites harder as he is too strong and she is losing. The force inside her is building higher and faster than it has ever gone before. She digs her fingernails into he palms of her hand cutting deep. Blood runs out staining the white silken robe ensnaring her wrists. There she manages to stem the tide, but she know she cannot hold out against him for long. He is too strong, too powerful. He is Master and the pleasure is too great. He senses her struggle for control and feels the rush of her anguish and need. He waits and holding her there on the edge. He can smell the sweetness of her body escaping. He can hear how shallow her breath has become. These serve only to strengthen his desire to take her deeper…and he clenches his other hand… Her body snaps back and her eyes open wide, though she is beyond seeing anything. She claws like an animal at her thighs seeking to prevent what she knows she cannot stop but even pain has abandon her. With nothing left to hold onto she knows her fate rest with her master and she calls out to him. “Master help me!” Her plea for mercy pleases him and he grants her request. With one slow and gentle motion he extends his hand towards her. Without saying a word, touches the center of her forehead with his fingertip. There he holds his finger and for the first time turns his head and watches as she gives her gift to him. The muscles and veins of her neck begin to constrict cutting off even the small amount of air through shallow breaths. Her whole body tenses and her back arches causing her robe to come undone and her whole nakedness is exposed before Him. He watches and is moved at the power and beauty of her being torn apart by waves and explosions of pleasure. Gripping her and tossing her about as a ship caught in a storm with no hope to survive. He holds her in his power by a simple touch. Everything gone! Nothing remains! Only pleasure, as she has never known. His touch! Is her salvation and release. His constant touch! The constant pleasure! They are one and the same. I am his sword and his hand wield my body with great skill, for him and him alone I give all that I am again and again and again for his pleasure till I am no more. She cums again and again till her body becomes weak and exhausted. He then takes his hand away and places his hands upon his thigh as before. His body is covered with beaded sweat, and his eyes gaze forward. The battle is won and she is mine. She drops her head forward and manages to just catch herself before falling. There is nothing left he has taken all and for the first time she knows she has pleased her Master and has tasted what it means to be happy. The scene ends as he softly sings in a low slow rhythmic voice a song of an ancient battle and a great warrior. He honors her gift with the song. The Exchange Her Note: Well, I missed not having you and being here alone! Oh the wonderful things I could have done with you! I could have awakened you finding you disheveled, hair matted, laying in my scent having been marked as my bitch. Me delighted by your look, smell and the knowledge that you are MY bitch. My senses ignited again merely by looking at you. I quickly slide my panties down from beneath my skirt and sliding in next to you with my backside to your face...I tug your leg and whisper "Good Morning baby." " Breakfast" wiggling my fleshy cheeks against your lips and nose. Wanting so to feel your loving tongue on the rim of my ass sending me to heights I've come to need from you. My hand reaching back pulling myself open for you to gain access. Your eyes barely open but your breath warm and your tongue hot with saliva dances around in the tight circle of my bud. You say nothing as you give me what I want, filling my crack with your saliva and letting your tongue slide in my crevice now back and forth letting it briefly stop over my hole and flick. Your hands now spreading my cheeks as you lick me with the flat of your tongue. I feel you moving and getting yourself into a better position to lick me. I look over my shoulder and see you........eyes closed mouth working purposefully for me ... so much my baby bitch. The softness of your attentions, the loving care you are giving me .....the site of you sends me over. My hand on my pussy as I cum.....your magic tongue in my ass...me holding my skirt in my other hand my moaning steady and low my mouth drops open but nothing comes out..my eyes bulging as the intensity of my climax washes through me. Finally I gasp, trying to take in enough air to breathe normally again. My head lays down across my arm. I rest and say nothing, completely immersed in the pleasure just received. As I regain my bearings I look at you....your eyes once again closed, your face as sweet to me as ever...more so in fact...lips red and slightly puffy from their morning exercise. I quietly slide off of the bed...your eyes shut and your breathing shallow...asleep again. I step into my panties, tug them up and with a shimmy of my hips adjust them before pulling down my skirt and smoothing it. Slipping on my shoes and walking to the mirror for a quick run of the brush through my hair. Replacing the brush in my bag I tip toe to the side of the bed and kiss your cheek...wishing I could stay and fuck you all day long. My response: Feeling the bed shift as you move onto it, I start to climb out of my dream. I had been reliving the night before with every tender caress, vicious slap, eager probe, and wanton action recalled in equal measure and delight. I smell you on me. Feel you on me and in me. The bed sheets twisted and rumpled about me. Damp with our shared cum and your piss. The warmth of your body in my dream is now replaced with the actual warmth as you press your ass to my face. My tongue moves as if on its own, and the tip finds your rosebud. Tasting you, wanting you, I rim you before wiggling it into your ass. I can tell you want this as your ring is loose and my tongue gains entrance to your depths. As you spread yourself for me, I move my tongue in and out. Fucking your sweet ass, your flavor filling my mouth and senses. I pull out and lick up and down your crack, finding your puckered bud in the midst of each swath of my tongue. Flicking at it now, I rearrange myself under you for a better angle of attack. Wanting you to cum and to be close and ready and able to drink from you when you do. Oh how I love your ass! How could I not? It is part of you. As I focus on your tight hole again, I hear you moaning. Hips swaying slightly as you seek more of my tongue. I hear the soft, wet movement of your fingers rubbing your pussy and I know you are on the brink. Tirelessly, my tongue explores the hot, smooth, tight inner space of you. I do not hear you, but I know you have peaked. My tongue almost tore from my mouth as you contract and squirm. I want to move it to your pussy but it is trapped so I suck softly, enjoying the bitter musk instead. My chin and lower jaw coated with your climax. You remain rigid but shortly after I feel your body relax and your weight holds me under you. By your breathing, I sense that you have fallen asleep, sated for now. With reluctance, my tongue leaves you. I take long breathes, luxuriating in the press and aromas of your body. Soon I drift back to sleep, my contentment cresting, never wanting this moment to end. I wake later to find you gone. Eyes search the room for you in vain. Finally seeing the message left in my lipstick on the mirror. "Shower and change the sheets on the bed. Make yourself pretty for me. When I return I will fuck you that much harder to return you to the state you are now in." Below the writing on the mirror I see the rest of your message. This part not in words but rather in the form of a display. The dildo pointing to the ceiling with the harness at its base, a large tube of lube beside it and the clear glass rod. The rod composed of a series of balls, each larger than the preceding, with short spaces between each one. The smallest the diameter of a dime, the largest the size of a small fist. Lips forming a smile, I gather the sheets into a pile under me. Using them for friction, I hump on the bed. Legs spread, hands joining with the soiled fabric, I move frantically. Imagining what you will do with those items. My asshole puckering and my pussy so wet, already feeling you entering me, filling me...and I cum... The Exchange The day will start as any other but we all know that it will be different. Her morning routine will differ because she will choose the highest heels that she owns and will have taken care that she is smooth below. This is important because she knows that she will be leaving the house without knickers and the sensation of the cooling Autumn air will remind her that this is no normal day. She will choose a dress/skirt that is short enough that this sensory experience is apparent but that others will not be aware that she is so exposed. She knows what she must do ... she must lie on the floor on the living room while her husband takes an image of her bareness. He will drive her. He knows that this is the day but will not pass comment. He will drive her into the city and they will chat as normal. He will park in the city and she will leave the car to go the shop from which she buys underwear for both herself and for her husband's tastes. But this is a different day. She is going to buy knickers to wear for the Writer. As she walks to the shops she imagines which type he might like. She has bought underwear before for her husband but she tries to imagine what the Writer might like. Even the thought of it makes her feel like a bad girl that her husband has driven her to this shop to do this. Would the Writer like thongs, French knickers, or lacy, or others? She concentrates hard on what little she knows of him and imagines but finally she chooses. But ... she cannot just purchase the item and leave. She must buy them and then decide to try on a dress. In the changing room, ignoring the dress, she must open and remove the packaging and then pull on the knickers. She will then leave the shop and return to the car. Of course he will know that she has purchased the knickers for the Writer but they will not discuss it and she will not show him and he must not seek to look. He asks the price and silently gives her exactly one third of the cost. It is important that they do not speak on the return journey. The silence is only exacerbated by the fact that he knows that she is not bare any more and she is acutely aware of the knickers. She has worn knickers all her life but she is now suddenly intensely connected to them .... these knickers bought for the Writer. She can feel the fabric against her and this connection between her brain and her pussy, mediated by this garment becomes electric. They return home. She must go into the house and lean over the table. She slowly pulls up the dress/skirt to expose the gift that is ultimately meant for the Writer. The husband will now react. As she reveals herself, bent over, he can see how she looks in the knickers, the knickers that are for him and the Writer. He will need to punish her gently. He will smack her bottom through the knickers and gently tap her pussy with misplaced spanks. He will then take more images of her bottom, encased by the knickers. She will know that soon the Writer will have possession of the knickers and that they should have her essence all over them. She sinks to the floor on all fours so that the husband can, at first stroke and then lick around her pussy and sexy bum and across the fabric of the knickers. As she becomes more aroused he gently lifts aside the material so that he can at last feel and taste her wetness. However, he must not remove the knickers as they must retain and evidence her arousal for the olfactory delight of the Writer. At this point he must call the Writer. He will be in the prearranged pub close to you awaiting your call. She and the husband will masturbate her into the knickers which will then be removed and placed in a sealed bag. She will kiss her husband as he leaves to meet the Writer in the pub. The husband and the Writer will meet in the pub and spend an hour discussing her – all her sexual preferences and how naughty she can be ... but then the Writer knows that already as he knows it to be true from the evidence in the husband's pocket. The Writer asks the husband to place the bag between them and open it. They continue chatting while they both can smell the evidence of her excitement. The Writer will ask the husband to phone her and pass over the phone. The Writer will give her instructions of what she must do while they discuss her ( this part is only to be revealed in the actual phone call?). The Writer will leave with her wet knickers after giving the husband one third of the price. The husband will agree to send the Writer the images of the day and will return home to find her on all fours at which point he will finally penetrate her and punish her for her very different day ......... The Exchange ~ It was beyond stupid of me to walk home alone this late at night. I should have taken a cab. I would have been safe in my own bed by now if I had taken the ten bucks and called a cab. Now I was going to die, all alone in a dark alley. It was strange. I should be in agony. Hell, I should be scared, but after the initial bite, my natural instincts to fight faded away. Was it really a vampire that killed me? He was still drinking my blood, but I stopped screaming a while ago and I was pretty sure I had to be hallucinating now. This kind of thing didn't happen...did it? "Hey asshole!" I heard him bark in a super alpha male, totally pissed off tone. Everything was hazy and confusing, but the odd sensation at my neck suddenly ceased as my attacker lunged at the massive wall of tattooed muscle blocking the entrance to the alley. "Feeding on a human like that will get you killed." "Back off Brotherhood, she's mine!" my attacker hissed. He sounded like some strange perversion of human and animal but I was fading quickly and didn't really care. "Wake up angel." I felt a sharp slap on my face. "Drink," he commanded. I opened my mouth and began to suck the warm, vibrant liquid that tasted like...pure life and it left my body humming and the fuzzy feeling in my head began to clear. I gasped when it all hit me; how close I came to dying just now. "You'll be fine now angel," my savior whispered as he stood to his considerable height. God he was beautiful. "W-what happened?" I frowned as he helped me to my feet. "You had a little accident and now we're going to walk back to your place. You're going to go to bed and you won't remember any of this in the morning; but you will never again attempt to walk home alone at night." "Oh, okay." I smiled at the strong handsome man. "What's your name?" I asked, trying to remember why I was walking with this beautiful man. "I am Niall, angel." He chuckled softly. "Why did you call me angel? My name is Valerie." "Well Valerie, you look like how I imagine an angel would look." He smiled, taking my small hand in his large one. "Oh, that's sweet." "Come on, let's get you home. You smell divine and I need to get far, far away from here before I do something incredibly stupid," he muttered softly. "That's sad." "What's sad?" "You're leaving." I frowned, not sure why it struck me so hard that this total stranger was going to leave and I'd never see him again. "You won't remember me angel," he whispered as he left me alone in my bedroom. "How did I get here? I don't remember waking home?" I muttered as I dressed for bed, still feeling a little shaky. "I shouldn't do that anymore, I could get mugged or something. I should take a cab home when it's this late." ~ "Niall?" I whispered in confusion when I opened the door, expecting to see the repairman I called to fix my heat. Then it all came crashing back in a single instant. This was the man who saved me from the vampire that tried to kill me! Why am I only just now remembering? Vampire? What the hell is going on? "How did you do that Valerie?" He barked, stepping into my apartment uninvited. "How do you remember me angel?" he asked more gently. "I-I don't know, it all just came back when I opened the door and saw you." I frowned, trying to make sense of things that couldn't possibly ever make sense. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come back to check on you, but I was worried." "Niall? I am confused...very confused." "You shouldn't remember me. Humans always forget us after we've gone, but it seemed to take longer for you than most. Sometimes the memories come back and I just wanted to make sure you weren't freaking out." "So you're a..." I trailed off, unable to say it aloud. "Vampire? Yes." He frowned. "And the one that attacked me?" "Dead...very dead." "Aren't you all dead?" "No, there are all different kinds of vampires, some undead, some living like me, but it's not really important." "You killed him then?" I frowned. "Yes, he attacked you and that is a crime punishable by death." "So you're what? Like a vampire cop or something?" "Something like that, yes." He smiled. "I am an agent of the Brotherhood and it is my job to make sure none of my kind takes a human life, especially for the purposes of feeding." He grimaced as if the idea was distasteful to him somehow. "We need human blood to survive, but only enough to sustain us. A few sips here and there from a willing donor is all we need. What that animal did to you was unnecessary and a result of his own gluttony and lack of self control." "Um-thank you, Niall," I said softly; painfully aware of how much I owed him. "It is my job angel." "I don't think it's your job to track me down days later to make sure I'm okay." I smiled. "No it isn't, but I am glad to see you are fine." "I don't have anyway to repay you for saving my life, but if you would like to...feed from me, that is the least I can do." I offered, feeling awkward that I couldn't do more. "That...would be a very bad idea, angel," he said softly, his jaw clenching tightly as if he was having trouble restraining himself. "Oh." I frowned, blushing slightly in embarrassment. "Fuck," he gasped, taking a step back. "Have I offended you in some way?" I frowned. "No Valerie, you flatter me." "My offer still stands." I insisted. "You...have no idea what you are offering angel." "Enlighten me." "You smell positively...divine," he rasped, closing his eyes as he took another step back. "I don't think I could control myself." "Oh—are you saying I would taste good?" I laughed. "Valerie! I'm not talking about food!" "Okay, I am confused again." I frowned at the flash of anger in his eyes. Wait, was it anger or...desire?" "Most of the time with humans, it's about taking nourishment and moving on. With some...the blood is more potent and much more nourishing. You and I seem to have that connection required for a blood exchange...it wouldn't be about food with you angel, it would be much more intimate," he whispered, taking a step forward. "It would be about me, taking sustenance from your body, sustenance that would strengthen me far more than mere blood; but it would also be about...pleasure, for us both." "It would be sexual?" I asked, my voice a low rasp. "Yes angel." "Um—" Holy, hell I'm about to do this! "T-that would be fine by me," I whispered, my face going scarlet. "Valerie...the way you flush, your skin becoming red with blood...it's intoxicating; but I cannot accept your kind offer." "Oh, I see." Jeeze Valerie, what are you doing throwing yourself at this man you hardly know? "No angel." He smiled. "You are beautiful and I want you very badly, but you don't owe me anything. I won't take advantage of you like that. I'm going to leave and you'll forget me and this time I won't come back to bother you." He turned to go and I fought the urge to forget. "No! Niall, don't go!" "You are a rare woman Valerie." He sighed softly. "Please stay with me?" "Why?" "I want you. You are beautiful and kind...and I do want to thank you, but I also want to know what it feels like to have you feed from me...while you're deep inside me." I don't know where the words came from, but something I said broke his resolve and I was suddenly in his arms and I'd never felt safer, nor more terrified at the same time...terrified that he would love me and leave me and I would forget again. I'm not sure how we made it into my bedroom, but I already knew he was incredibly strong and fast. "Angel, you scent is intoxicating!" He groaned, burying his nose in my hair. I tensed at the thought, not sure if he meant my scent was like a sexy perfume or 'yum you smell like cheeseburgers.' "Relax Valerie, I'm not going to devour you, not yet anyway." He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against mine as his hands caressed my body. "You smell like...fresh flowers just after a spring rain...and sweet, crisp cool wine." Oh, well that's kind of awesome. I can get on board with that. "Niall?" "Yes angel?" he asked, his large hands holding me against him. "Please?" I gasped, not sure what I needed. "Deep breaths Valerie," he murmured softly, quickly removing my clothes. I frowned, but his clothes had already joined mine on the floor. He was breathtaking. He stood well over six feet tall, with strong, wide shoulders and narrow hips and a shock of blonde hair that fell in loose careless waves around his face. His piercing blue eyes had me mesmerized, but his hands on my body had my skin singing to his touch. I clutched at his strong shoulders, tattooed with designs that appeared to be Nordic, possibly some ancient Viking symbols that had long lost their meaning. My eyes devoured his beautiful body and the long hard shaft standing erect just for me. He waited, watching me as I took slow steady breaths. Something about being this close to him left me unsteady, but I wanted more. I stepped into his arms and his lips crushed mine and I was suddenly more aroused than I could ever remember being. We tumbled back onto the bed and I clutched him tightly. His kiss was demanding and needy and I responded in kind, nipping at his lower lip when he pulled away to trail searing hot kisses down my throat. I felt two hard points scrape down my throat. Fangs? Holy fuck! "Relax angel, I am not going to hurt you. I only want to bring you pleasure." He continued trailing kisses down my body, his tongue darting out to taste my salty skin until he reached the juncture of my thighs and his tongue flicked between my wet folds and my hips bucked in response. "Angel." He sighed, burying his face between my legs, tasting me in one long lick from my entrance back up to my clit. "Niall!" I gasped as he continued to kiss me in the most intimate way until my body exploded in pleasure and I quaked under him, not sure if I could take anymore. "Valerie," he whispered as he slid up my body burying his long hard cock deep inside me just as the last tremors of my orgasm faded only to come crashing over me once again. I moaned shamelessly, flexing my hips against him, begging for more. He moved inside me with long hard, desperate strokes, his nose buried in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent. I wasn't prepared for the pleasure-pain of his fangs, sinking into the tender flesh of my throat; but it was the most exquisite sensation I'd ever experienced. He groaned in pleasure, his cock leaping inside me as he suckled at my neck, drawing my blood into his mouth, taking sustenance from my body. It was a heady sensation, one I never wanted to give up. His hands continued to wander across my body as his thrusting grew harder and faster, taking his time feeding from me. "I've never tasted anything so sweet, so fulfilling in all my life. Angel, you taste like...pure life," he whispered reverently and I recalled thinking the same about his blood. "Drink from me Valerie, please?" he moaned, biting at his wrist to open a vein as his pace began to slow. His blood dripped into my mouth and I was suddenly clutching his wrist to my lips, drawing in the sweet taste of him as he moved inside me. I moaned loudly, taking all he had to give me. His blood, his hard length inside me, it was heaven. "Fuck, Valerie!" he moaned again and I was suddenly on all fours as he was pounding into me relentlessly. I had no control as my orgasm swept over me and I threw my head back and arched into his thrusts, calling his name. I lost count of how many times he made me come, over and over until he spilled inside me with a load moan and my name on his lips. I collapsed in a sweaty heap, murmuring unintelligible thanks, curling into his side. "Sleep angel," he murmured. "Sleep and when you wake you won't remember me, but I will never forget you." No, don't make me forget! I don't want to forget! I woke the following morning feeling incredibly sad and more than a little sore and as the days passed, I began to remember hazy flashbacks of my night with Niall. At first I thought I was remembering a dream and then it all came back to me. I had to find him, but I didn't know where to look. The only way I knew I would find him was to repeat the way we met in the first place and that meant risking my life, which I was prepared to do. I didn't know much about him, but I knew I loved him, or I would if he'd give me a chance. I began walking home late in the evenings, taking a more dangerous route through a bad neighborhood, venturing back down that alley where we first met. After the third night, I knew he was following me at a discrete distance. I could feel something warm rising within me and I knew it was his blood still pumping through my veins. It left me tingling in anticipation, but he refused to show himself. "I know you can hear me Niall," I called softly into the night, hoping he really could. "I won't stop until someone attacks me and you are forced to come to my rescue again. I didn't forget...I couldn't forget." "Dammit Valerie," I heard him curse among the shadows. "Why do you keep leaving me?" I whispered. "I do not deserve you." I heard his voice, but I still couldn't see him. "Says who?" "Trust me, I am not worthy." "I do trust you, but not in this." I frowned. "Don't you think it's my decision to make?" "I mislead you angel," he said, materializing in front of me. "How so?" "I let you drink from me twice without telling you what it could mean," he said, his voice filled with anguish. "So, tell me now." I shrugged. "The first time you drank from me it was to save your life. The second time was for my pleasure and I didn't stop to think before I allowed it." "I seem to recall rather enjoying that part myself." I smiled. "If we were to exchange blood once more, you would become like me!" "I don't see how that could be such a bad thing." I frowned. "You do not want this life...I was born to it but I won't bring you into it if I can help it." He hung his head and his shoulders drooped. "If you were to feed from me again, would that turn me?" I asked. "No." "If I were to feed from you, would that turn me?" "No." "But if we feed from each other at the same time, that will change me?" "Yes." "I see. It seems simple enough to me." I shrugged. "How is this simple?" He groaned in frustration. "I won't lie and say I didn't enjoy the blood exchange, but I could live without it." "You say that now angel, but it's so easy to get carried away." He frowned, reaching for my hand. "I am a grown woman and I say it's worth the risk. For now you may feed from me any time you like, but I will refrain from your blood if it makes you feel better." "I...don't know angel, it's too risky." "Then educate me!" I insisted. "Teach me what it means to become like you and then let me make that decision for myself." "I can't say no to you." He finally sighed in defeat. "Niall?" "Yes angel?" "Take me home and love me?" I asked. "Come," he whispered and I don't know how he did it, but in the blink of an eye we were in my room and he had me naked and quivering beneath him. I moaned in ecstasy as he entered me slowly, stretching me, filling me with his hard length. My nails scraped across his back and I wrapped my legs around him as he moved inside me, his lips never leaving mine. He loved me that way for a long time, slow, sweet torture as he filled me, only to withdraw and fill me again and again. He rolled over until I rested on top of him and his large hands nearly spanned my waist as I began to ride him. "Sweet angel, you feel so good," he moaned and I flexed my hips, resting my palms on his massive chest as I threw my head back and we came together in complete abandon. I woke hours later and he was gone. The empty space beside me was cool to the touch, but I still remembered. "I'm still here angel." He smiled, entering my room with two wine glasses and a bowl of strawberries. "I don't eat human food, but I can enjoy wine with my girl. It isn't as sweet at your fragrant vintage, but it will do." He winked playfully. "I thought you left!" I smiled, so happy he was still beside me. "I won't leave you again angel, I don't think I'd survive it." I knew he would turn me eventually and somehow that thought didn't frighten me as it probably should. We belonged together. ~