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Reclaimed

By: lastdance



I put on my coat and went out to my car. I would drive the lonely road for almost eight hours. I would go to a place where I and my long lost lover would finally meet. My body vibrated in anticipation of our reunion. I put plenty of tapes in the passenger seat. I drove into the gray day. Seven hours passed so slowly. I had plenty of time to think of all I wanted to say to him, and all I wanted to do to him. He had always dominated my thoughts. I had imagined so many meetings. It finally approached, and every thought belonged to him.

Toward the end of my trip, I was a bit numb and stiff. There was a slight cramp in my right leg. I was glad when I saw the landmarks that would take me to the spot near the river where we would meet.

The October wind chilled me as I stepped out of my car. I parked right next to the only other car in the lot. I saw him eagerly look over toward my car from where he stood near the water. He stood in a shadow, with the red sun melting behind him. He was torn between the desire to wait for me to walk over to meet him at the river and impatience. He gave into impatience and walked briskly toward me as I came toward him.

He took his hands out of the pockets of his trench coat. I saw his face for the first time in many years. I could see the mark of sadness under his eyes. His face was stronger and his shoulders bigger. He was very much a man now. He was most definitely the man that haunted my dreams for far too long. I looked into those intense eyes, and watched as his smile crept into them.

I smiled back at him. He grabbed my outstretched hands, and our cold flesh melted into electricity. He let go of my hands and put them under my arms to hold on to me. The embrace was an intoxicating rush, and I felt my hands shake a little. All my nervous energy rushed through my body. I wanted to look at him. I broke from his embrace, slightly reluctantly, and just looked at him. He looked into my eyes. He looked as shy and nervous as I felt.

He took a deep breath and said, "Hello." It was just louder than a whisper. Then he said my name. It came out as a hiss. It was filled with feeling, and sounded like he'd been waiting to say it aloud for an eternity. I responded with my own whispered greeting. The sounds of his name formed on my tongue, and I said it as carefully as possible. I had also felt like an eternity had passed since I was allowed to say his name with the reverence I felt.

His eyes curved into a happy smile. He said, "I want to show you something." He took my hand gently, and led me onto the path by the river. "I want to show you my secret spot. I used to come here when I was alone, with just my notebook. I never took anyone to it. It is my home." He told me this with the same nearly whispered voice. There was so much meaning in the words. It meant this place to which he guided me was to be a place in which he wanted me feel safe.

He led me off the pathway after a short stroll. We walked into a small expanse of trees. We came to a rocky overhang near a steep hill. There was a large stone that worked perfectly as a bench. We sat on the stone, and words that had been stuck inside me made their way out of me. He shook his head softly. He put his fingers to my lips. 

"We were both young and we were both looking for more than we should have. We made mistakes and we have been apologizing for far too long."

Tears threatened. His hand moved toward my face again, and brushed the tears away. He smiled shyly. I looked into his eyes again. I couldn't stop myself from the pull I felt. I sank into the stormy sea of his soul. He leaned in toward me. I leaned toward him. That was all it took. His lips came to mine, and his tongue slid over mine in soft, strong waves. His hands went to my cheeks and slid to my neck. I could feel myself slipping deep into his desire. It mingled with my own and raged between us. 

As much as I didn't want the kiss to ever end, I pulled away as I once again came back to my own body. I noticed the icy chill and knew it would be better to go inside now.

We drove our cars to the bed and breakfast near the river. We asked for a room that would look out onto the buildings of the town that he loved so much. When we got to the room, I poured a little of the wine I adored. We sipped and craved every sensation the night had to offer. He sat at the window, and I listened as he pointed out buildings of special interest to him. He softly spoke with reverence of people that I never met. I listened, nodded my head from time to time, or let my laugh speak for me. His love for people was sincere and devoted. I smiled up at him. I felt such a reverence of my own for someone who felt so passionately. I let my smile turn into an invitation, as he stopped speaking.

The look he gave me was a familiar one. It was barely contained desire that looked out at me. I smiled even brighter. I felt my cheeks burn, and he moved himself toward me as I sat on the bed. He knelt down, and looked up at me. Again, our lips came together. Our tongues pushed and slid against each other, taking on a life of their own. The desire between us was a living beast.

His hands came up, under my shirt. His cool fingers ran lightly over the flesh of my breasts. His hand lifted each one, then pushed away the bra. His fingers rolled over my nipples with firm, gentle strokes. He was somewhat hesitant, though. I thought that perhaps he feared I would turn his hands away at any moment. I brought my hands up under his shirt, and explored his tender flesh and taught muscles. The down of his hair tickled my fingers. I pulled away from the kiss to put my lips on the softness of his skin. I ran my tongue over his belly, and moved up to his chest. I circled each of his nipples. I lapped at his skin. I wanted to taste all of him.

His hands were much more aggressive when the petty nuisance of shyness finally deserted us. I curled my body into his hands. Wherever his fingers traced, I arched up to meet them. I moaned softly. The already wet lips between my legs throbbed. I ached for his touch. Every sensation caused the hunger and the need in me to grow. His fingers slid down, caught the hem of my skirt, and found their way back up my thighs. His fingers slid over the moist flesh between my legs, and came to my pussy. I spread my legs slightly. His fingers teased the flesh of my labia. He slightly parted the lips, and gently ran his finger over the damp crevice. He pulled away from me.

He pulled my shirt and bra over my head. I released him from the confines of his pants. I pulled off all the material that had covered his penis. I took his penis into my hand. I ran my fingers over the head and then down the shaft. He let a sigh escape. It turned into a growl as I circled his cock and squeezed. Tiny, clear drops came to the head. I put my tongue to the salty liquid and ran my tongue over the head of his penis. My lips barely touched him. I tasted all of his cock. I wanted to know him now as I once used to. His penis strained at each lap of my tongue. His hands softly dug their way into my hair. He urged me to put my mouth over his cock. I felt the electric shock of thought, "Now." I smiled. I put my lips around his penis and let him pick the rhythm. He slowly thrust the length of it into my mouth, then came right back to the edge, where just the head was still buried in my mouth. In and out, that beautiful cock slid. I felt the swollen flesh touch the back of my throat. I felt him slide it in and out of my mouth.

I broke away from his penis. We stripped quickly. I came up behind him, and slowly licked his back. I put my hands around him, and stroked his penis. He let out another of his delicious sighs. I bit him in a gentle tease. He turned back to me, and wrapped his arms around me. My breasts pressed into his chest. His eyes looked directly into mine, and he imparted so much of his feelings into my mind. He turned me around. He pushed me onto the bed. His knees spread my legs. His penis nudged at my pussy. The first pain was short and soon I matched his rhythm. He pushed me away slightly. He caressed the skin of my ass with his fingers turned inward. He gripped the flesh, then released. His fingers danced at the edge of my anus. The wetness from my pussy had seeped into that hole, too. He smeared the wetness over his finger, and slid his finger into the anus. This sensation intensified the desire throughout my body. I could feel my pussy tighten around his cock each time he slid into me. His fingers matched the pace he set with his penis. 

The rhythm steadily increased. The heat and the wetness, the strokes, in and out... Over and over, he thrust into me. The power of our coupling opened the floodgates of that wonderful sensation just before orgasm. I reveled in that ebb and flow of shocks that started somewhere deep inside of me. As if he sensed the approach, he increased his force. A growl escaped his lips. Somewhere inside me, I heard him tell me, "Cum now." A final wave of ecstasy washed through me. This time, it crested in an orgasm. My pussy clenched and released, clenched and released, and cycled through a dozen spasms. With one more, I felt the warmth, the slippery, the jerking of his orgasm. This sent another wave of ecstasy through my body. My orgasm continued through his last thrusts.

We laid on the bed and faced one another. Our hands explored flesh. Our lips came together, our breath slowed, and yet desire still lingered between us. Our night was still young, and there was a lot for us left to do. I curled up in his arms and breathed in the mingled scent of us. I smiled. I was home in his arms, at last.

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[Synopsis] 

In the years after the German reunion a lot of West-German families claimed to get estates and property from East-German villages. They stated that the claimed property dis-seized from their (grand-)parents as socialism was introduced the East-Germany in 1949.

One of these people was Alexander Geis who suddenly looses his house (and girlfriend) to the greedy Katharina von Hardenberg and her spoiled daughter Ann-Lena. This is his story:

[List of characters] 

West-Germans: 

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Katharina von Hardenberg - 39 years old - head of a wealthy family who claims back the whole estates of East-German village "Kleinhausen" 

Ann-Lena von Hardenberg - 19 years old - spoiled daughter of Katharina; she will finish her exclusive high-school this year and wants to become a trainer for professional equestrian sport-horses; she despise people of East-Germany, because she thinks that they have "a poor spirit" 

Antje Hansen - 30 years old - creative and ambitious lawyer of the Hardenberg-family; she holds an Elite certificate in property-law and has no qualms to adjust the interpretation of a law a little for the benefit of her clients 

Claudia Conradi - 26 years old - cousin of Ann-Lena von Hardenberg 

East-Germans: 

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Erwin Schroeder - 45 years old - mayor East-German village "Kleinhausen", who will do anything he can to protect his village and its citizen from the infringements of the "arrogant and ignorant" West-Germans 

Judith Hartung - 28 years old - she is wishful secretary of Erwin Schroeder; she is so impressed by the glamour of the Hardenberg-appearance, that she is even willing to betray her own boss just to win the favour of Katharina von Hardenberg 

Alexander Geis - 31 years old - boyfriend of Judith Hartung; he dreams to become someone very important one day, but he is unemployed at the moment; currently he lives in the degenerated main building of an old horse-farm, that Ann-Lena von Hardenberg is keen to re-built as her new equestrian school 

 [testimony No. I of Judith Hartung] 

My name is Judith Hartung. In 1992 I had already been working at the secretary's office in the town hall of Kleinhausen for the past seven years. You have to know that Kleinhausen is a very small town indeed. In fact it is more a village then a real town, but its small houses and parks are absolutely lovely never the less.

The only ugliness of Kleinhausen was its rising unemployment-rate. So I was lucky to have this job as it really seemed to be the most secure place for me to be. Or so I thought at least until the 15th of January 1992.

This crucial day had started just like any other day before. Like yesterday there wasn't really much to do and so I had started filling out the missing figures of Kleinhausen's financial report of 1991. Since this year our office was connected to the regional data processing center and I was still a little slow at using its brand-new and quite complicated terminal-software.

While working I kept my Sony walk-man running - listening to Nirvana's new album "Smells Like Teen Spirit".

Therefore I didn't notice when a dark-blue BMW parked under my window or when its driver knocked at my door. I just startled by a shadow that was casted by a young lady who suddenly stood right in front of my desk.

When I looked up her slim body I was pierced by two blue eyes.

"Hello! How may I help you?" I asked befuddled.

"I need to speak with Mr. Schroeder!"

"Do you have an appointment with him?"

"Are you telling me, you are such a bad secretary that you wouldn't even know whether your boss has an appointment now or not?"

"No! I was just... just... Never mind!"

I stuttered, while taking a closer look at my presumptive guest. She had definitely dressed in a manner that was guaranteed to draw attention as she wore a stylish black skirt and a white satin-blouse combined with a dark vest and an elegant silver-chain around her neck;

Her blond hair was scraped back in a ponytail underlining the natural beauty of her heavy dark eyebrows, her Grey-blue eyes and her firm chin. Blessed with so much beauty, this lawyer would easily wrap every male (and even some female) judge around her gloved fingers, I thought.

"So?" the harsh voice suddenly kicked me out of my day-dreams.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Who may I announce?"

"Mrs. Hansen"

Since my very first day at work I hadn't picked up the phone with such nervous hands. Fortunately there was just one single button to press to call Erwin Schroeder.

"Yeah?"

"There is a Mrs. Hansen who wants to speak with you?"

"About what?"

Shit - I had totally forgotten to ask my guest about her concern. Due to the style of her dress I just extemporised "Business matters!"

"Okay! But I'll have to finish my speech for the roofing ceremony of the new fire-department first. Send her into my office in five-teen minutes!"

After I hang up, I turned back to Mrs. Hansen and professionally lied: "Unfortunately Mr. Schroeder in still in a telephone-conference on the other line. He will welcome you in a few minutes. Please take a seat for so long!"

But Mrs. Hansen didn't take a seat. Instead she just watched every of move I did with a presumptuous smirk on her red lips. Her eyes conveyed a sort of unspoken challenge. I tired to keep my expression impassive but my heart was beating faster. I looked down at my paperwork to hide my momentary anxiety, but still I felt how her observing eyes were focused on me. After a count of three I looked up again.

"May I offer you a cup of coffee?"

Mrs. Hansen just raised her eyebrows, sending a derogative gaze at my ordinary coffee-machine.

"No, I rather abstain." she declared with an unmistakable undertone of disgust. "But I will take a Coke. Out from a fresh can, please!"

"I am sorry - but we don't have any Coke."

"So why don't you get any?"

Surprised by such boldness I stared back at her, unsure if her statement was meant generally or if she really wanted me to get her a coke now. I remembered that there had been a new Coke-machine installed at the entrance area of the local youth club a year ago. But she certainly wouldn't expect me to go there, would she? So I just kept standing there, simply lost in my unsureness.

"What do you gawk at me? Haven't I just told you what I expect of you? Hurry along now!"

I opened my mouth to protest, but it took just one more look into these dark eyes of her to silence me before even a single word had left my lips. Instead I clumsily retrieved my jacket from the coat-hook and rushed out of the office without taking another gaze at my presumptuous guest.

You probably think now that I must have been most-stupid to allowed this daunting woman to treat me like that. In fact I thought of me being most-stupid too. Mrs. Hansen was definitely not much older then me but somehow there was a kind of aura of superiority around her which I just didn't dare to oppose. I was so overcome by the effect that her aura had on me that I almost stumbled when I crossed the street to the youth-club.

When I finally returned to the office with a chilled can of Coke Cola in my hand, I found my office abandoned. Mrs. Hansen had obviously entered Mr. Schroeder's office. Then I noticed a writing-pad lying in the middle of my desk. Mrs. Hansen must have written something on it, before Mr. Schroeder had asked her into his office.

Although the top sheet had been torn off from the pad, the underlying sheet still was marked by the impacts of the writing. From a thriller that I had recently seen at TV I remembered that such a written text could be made visible again by carefully hatching the sheet with a pencil. And indeed the graphite slowly revealed the secret of Mrs. Hansen's writings. It was a key-figure-list of Kleinhausen's investments in 1991. She must have written them down right from my terminal-software. But why would Mrs. Hansen be interested in such unimportant information? It didn't make any sense to me!

I know that I was not supposed to listen into a confidential conversations of my boss, but Mrs. Hansen's data-thievery had made me just too curious. I just had figure out what Mrs. Hansen's was intending with this visit. Unfortunately the door to Mr. Schroeder's office is made of thick wood and so I understood only a few incoherent phrases even although I pressed my ear against the door as firmly as possible. Mrs. Hansen was calmly stating something about her "her right of restitution", while my boss seemed trying to argue her down.

Suddenly I clearly heard him shout out vigorously: "You don't talk to me like that, Mrs. Hansen. It's simple, really. I'm telling you 'NO'."

"I don't think you're entitled to make that decision, Erwin." followed Mrs. Hansen's cold reply.

"I don't care what you think. That's what I want. I'm calling the shots in this village!" my boss shouted again.

"Alright. If you want to play games with me, I am in. Although I should warn you that you might deeply regret your pig-headiness in a few days."

Then I heard the approaching clicks of high heels. Mrs. Hansen was leaving the office!!! Hectically I rushed away from the door and jumped back on my chair just in the moment when Mrs. Hansen was opening the door.

"I hope Mr. Schroeder could help to satisfy your wish?" I asked her most innocently, although I have to admit that my interest was much more than pure politeness.

"Oh yes. But it seems that there will be some more encounters necessary to persuade Mr. Schroeder of the inevitability of my claims!"

I remember how her ambiguous statement was sending me shivers down my spine. Although I must admit that it probably was not the statement itself which made my shudder, but it was the frightening calm voice in which she made this statement.

As I did not want to admit to her that her presence had made my mouth went dry, I didn't touch my cup of coffee, but just nodded professionally and cawed out a croaky "Sure, Mrs. Hansen!"

Mrs. Hansen's smile widened fractionally, as if she could pick up on my nervousness.

"I like this attitude! What a pity that you already work for Mr. Schroeder!"

My pulse quickened just a little. Was she just toying with my mind or was she really indicating that she wanted to hire me? But before I even could respond, Mrs. Hansen had already turned around and left the room.

Ten minutes later my boss came out of his office. I couldn't help but notice his pale face.

"Is everything okay, Mr. Schroeder?"

"Yeah - everything is alright!" he mumbled without even taking a look at me. Heavy thoughts seemed to wallow in his mind.

"Come on! Please tell me what distracts you such much!" I dug deeper.

"It's Mrs. Hansen. She just told me that she acts as a substitute for the Hardenberg-family and claimed the immediate property-transfer of our whole recreation-area including the old hotel and the horse-stables. According to Mrs. Hansen the Hardenbergs were expropriated in 1957 by the German Democratic Republic and are therefore entitled for a total restitution based on the unification treaty."

"So the town gets new and solvent investors. What's so bad about it?"

"What's so bad about it??? I'll tell you what's bad about it: The Hardenbergs plan to convert our recreation-area into an exclusive holiday resort for the upper crust. The native citizen of Kleinhausen are meant to become nothing more than attendants for the elitist guests of the Hardenberg's tourist-corporation. As I protested to these plans, Mrs. Hansen even threatened me that I would be replaced if I refuse to play my role as the Hardenberg's puppet-major."

"Sorry - I didn't know that! But maybe we can find anything in the land-register that proves the legal effectiveness of the estate's former transfer into the communal property?"

"The land-registers as well as the title-records were neglected during the GDR-regime and have been lost now. But I think that I have already found out another chance to prevent that our town is taken over by the possessive and snotty Hardenberg-clan."

As soon he saw my rising despair a gleeful grin appeared on his face.

"But the situation is not as hopeless as it seems." he stagy declared with a bumptious tone.

"I just found out that the paragraph 3a of the 'German Open Asset Questions Regulation Act' concedes the so-called priority-rule. This rule forces the original proprietor to waive his right of restitution for the benefit of any current investor who generates jobs. Now we only have to claim that we have already planned such investments in 1991 and we have won!"

"But.... we haven't the hotel and the horse-farm aren't used anymore since 1989." I argued.

"Sure! But how will the Hardenberg-family be able to prove that?"

Suddenly it hit me: Mrs. Hansen had stolen the figures of Kleinhausen's investment-plan 1991 to prove exactly argument. With this information the Hardenberg-family would easily crush down any objection to prevent the restitution on basis of to the 'priority-rule' of the 'German Open Asset Questions Regulation Act'.

Or to put it directly: We were quite fucked!

I really wanted to tell Mr. Schroeder about this crucial data-thievery of Mrs. Hansen, but for some reason I didn't get out any word.

Looking back I do not know what possessed me, but I guess that it was the feeling of sharing a secret with Mrs. Hansen if I wouldn't tell my boss about it. Sharing such a great secret made me become some kind of intimate confidant to her. And being a kind of intimate confidant to Mrs. Hansen was a very arousing though.

So I just faked an expression of utmost relief when I said "Thank god that you have found this paragraph, Mr. Schroeder."

With a smile of untroubled happiness on his face he went home.

I was using at last minutes of this eventful day to tidy up the office room, when I found a pair of leathern gloves on the side-board of my desk. Mrs. Hansen must have forgotten them.

They were made of the finest leather, so my heart beat fast as I took the into my hands. Their smell of leather was mixed with a slight touch of her perfume.

Everything of them seemed to be so exclusive as if the gloves were coming from another world. From the Western world.

For a short moment I though about the idea of letting her hand slip inside, but some secret force hold me back. Somehow I felt that such gloves were meant for another league of woman. Woman like Antje Hansen. It wouldn't be appropriate that my hand would enter such a masterpiece.

Still I can not deny that my nipples stiffened a little, when I carefully put them into my desk drawer.

[testimony No. II of Erwin Schroeder] 

I am Mr. Schroeder. Erwin Schroeder to be precise.

You should know that I am the happily-married, 45-years-old major of Kleinhausen and that I have some considerable influence over this region. Influence that will be strongly needed as the times are getting tougher. Just two years ago Kleinhausen had been a peaceful place to live, but than the German reunion came over us and with it came the claims for restitution from selfish West-Germans.

I hope you don't get me wrong. I don't condemn the restitution in general, but you also have to consider that one mere restitution claim on an estate of Kleinhausen will produce an immediate obstacle for potential investments until the legal settlement. And with an unemployment-rate as high as nowadays I can't afford to abandon any investment. And strictly speaking I won't!

Instead I will do anything within my power to defend my town. So just let me give you an example of my current campaign against the recklessness of West-German egoism.

One week ago a young and rather 'career-oriented' woman came into my office. Even the first impression of her left no doubt that this lady was a rather 'career-oriented' and Machiavellian kind of woman, even at her tender age. She was a perfect example of the blossoming emancipation of our modern times. The prime example, I might go so far to say.

The must have been well aware of her disarming aura, because she demanded me to sign a waiver-declaration over our town's whole recreation-area without any deviation.

Furthermore the town should bear all restoration costs.

Of course I instantly rejected this absurd demand as this area (including its town's only hotel and a neighboring horse-farm) was already set in the town's future development-plan. My decision didn't find much sympathy of Mrs. Hansen. Instead she tried to bully me by threatening to take court action. 

But now I know that she will never do that as I still hold one big trump in my hand. The priority-rule of the 'German Open Asset Questions Regulation Act' protects job-generating investments from restitution-claims. Unfortunately I hadn't had time to generated such jobs so far. But how will Mrs. Hansen prove me wrong if I hold all the information about 1991's investments? 

And indeed Mrs. Hansen has just invited me to an extra-judicial agreement instead of bringing this case to court. I interpreted this offer as an significant indicator that Hardenberg-clan has given up this case already and is now trying to bargain for a compensation payment at least. As I have decided that Kleinhausen can show itself generous here, so the meeting will become only a matter of signifying a necessarily agreement. 

[testimony No. III of Erwin Schroeder] 

The appointment for our extra-judicial negotiation was set for ten o'clock in the morning. Five minutes before the time my secretary Mrs. Hartung and I arrived at Kleinhausen's town-hall. Mrs. Hansen has already parked her blue BMW directly in front of the entrance. On the parking-lot that was personally dedicated to me as the major!

But I silently decided that I wouldn't complain as I didn't want to appear too narrow-minded. Or was it an inner fear of me of getting into any more trouble with Mrs. Hansen?

Anyway -- I tried to stay calm and politely bid her "Good morning!" 

"A good morning it is indeed, Mr. Schroeder! But I just fear that this will be your last 'good' morning for quite a long time." Mrs. Hansen replied in mocked amusement. 

And how should I be able to answer, taunted in that way? So I remained silent, waiting for Mrs. Hardenberg to arrive. That was easier said than done, as I was harassed by Mrs. Hansen's disingenuous smirking the whole time while I kept wondering what she might be meaning with 'my last good morning for quite a long time'. 

Still I couldn't afford to show any confusion, as my behavior was observed by the attentive eyes of my secretary Mrs. Hartung. For such reasons I felt more than relieved when finally a silver Jaguar XJS drove around the corner. Its windows were tinted black leaving only a vaguely disquieting shadow. Such an exotic car at such an ordinary place could only mean the arrival of a very special guest: Mrs.von Hardenberg herself. 

Out of the car stepped a surprising attractive woman, although her eyes kept hidden by a pair of dark sunglasses. Beneath her coat she wore a snug, charcoal-gray wool skirt and pearl-gray blouse over a black turtleneck. Her exclusive boots were well-polished and gave her a severe look. Her meaningful face, framed by a luxurious mane of raven-black hair, almost demanded these clothes to give her person a proper amount of gravitas, yet the clothes perfectly emphasized her femininity. While I was still starring at the astonishing appearance of Mrs.von Hardenberg, 

Mrs. Hansen had already stepped forward to welcome her client."Good morning, Mrs.von Hardenberg. I hope you had a nice ride?" 




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"Good morning, Antje." Mrs.von Hardenberg replied in a calm but friendly voice. Then her gaze suddenly turned to me: "And this is Mr. Schroeder, I suppose?" 

"Yes...that's me.... I want to wish you a good morning from me as well." I foolishly stuttered and tried to smile at her, though I was not at all at my ease regarding the manner in which I should acquit myself in her presence. 

But Mrs.von Hardenberg didn't seem to care much for my greeting efforts as she just looked back towards Mrs. Hansen."Well, well! Let's start then, shall we?" she proposed and directly strolled into the town-hall without even waiting for an answer. 

Mrs. von Hardenberg had already entered the conference-room, when my secretary was suddenly stopped by Mrs. Hansen's open hand."Oh!" Mrs. Hansen said. "Do you want to observe the negotiations?" 

"Ye...es....I... I would like to write record a protocol of the meeting. ...if Mrs.von Hardenberg lets me participate.' returned Mrs. Hartung, discomfited. 

"But you see - she don't!" countered the young lawyer in such a finally and irrevocable way, that my secretary didn't dare to protest. Instead she eyed me severely - as if it was me who was to blame for this exclusion! 

And indeed I felt a little uneasy that my judgment was apparently not needed for deciding whether my secretary would join us or not. And wouldn't it look a little odd that the representation of Kleinhausen (=just me) was now so obviously outnumbered by the opposite fraction (=Mrs.von Hardenberg and her lawyer)? 

But before I could fully reconsider the possibility of any disadvantageous side-effects, Mrs.von Hardenberg's clear voice already demanded "Can we start?" 

"Sure!" I diplomatically replied, though in a condition of ruffled dignity. Mrs.von Hardenberg had already taken off her sunglasses and so I was now looking into two confidently shining brown eyes. She was really a glamorous woman. Probably the most glamorous opponent I have ever had to deal with in my professional life. But still she was nothing but a job-related opponent to me, I recalled myself. Therefore I cleared my throat and began: 

"As you might have noticed already, the paragraph 3a of the 'German Open Asset Questions Regulation Act' forces you to waive your right of restitution for the benefit of any current investor who generates jobs. Now I have to tell you, that the town of Kleinhausen has already made such investments in 1991! But I want to be fair to you. Therefore I concede the payment of a handsome compensation-payment for you if you guarantee to stop bothering our town with any more claims of restitution! It's a perfectly legal deal. I have also drawn up a suitable contract myself already - you just have to sign it." 

"Certainly not, Mr. Schroeder!" 

"Pardon me?"Mrs.von Hardenberg let out a loud sigh, as if she was just considering whether she really should waste her time arguing with me. Dumbly waiting for her explanation, I began to feel like an idiot. 

Finally she stated: "I know that the whole recreation-area hasn't seen any investments except for standard-maintenance since 1981. In fact the number of employees of the hotel-resort has even dropped from 21 to 20 last year. Regarding this figures I don't see any capital spending that need to be protected from my take-over. And in such a case every German court will state that my ownership-rights must be satisfied in order to defend the principles of a free market economy, wouldn't you agree?" 

I swear, I was so thrown off by the situation that not a single word would come over my lips. How did she know? 

"Oh, and I quite forgot to mention!" she continued. "I want to take over my property without any legal obligations." 

"What do you mean? There are still twenty employees working for the hotel!" 

"Definitely not for the hotel that I own now!" 

"But... I think that you maybe could..." 

"I don't care what you think!" I was rudely interrupted. 

"You will have to fire all of the hotel's employees until next Monday. After that I might hire a few of them if they apply nicely for my services and if they accept my demanding conditions. For the useless rest of them I don't care." she explained in outright contempt. 

"I must protest!" I shouted out, my face flushed. 

Mrs.von Hardenberg's own face remained a mask of icy, innocent calm. Only the face of Mrs. Hansen changed into a predatory smile. I thought, that she might have a fair reason for seeing a defeated victim in me, if she would see me frightened. But I was not willing to let her have such a fair reason. So I tried to regain my composure. 

"You also might consider to quit you job as a major as a suitable alternative of firing innocent people by yourself. It won't change their fate, but it might make you feel a little better." Mrs. Hansen started teasing me in malicious joy. 

"I'm sorry, but I won't do you this favor." I desperately defended myself with a tremulous voice. 

"Why not?" Mrs. Hansen dug deeper down into my hurt pride. 

"Because I don't want to." 

"You will do!" said Mrs. Hansen. "I can feel that you secretly want to quit your job right now. And soon you will curse yourself that you haven't already quit it at the day when Mrs.von Hardenberg had initially reclaimed her property." 

I could say nothing to her. In fact I fully steeled myself, resigned to not embarrass myself by crying out loud. But while I kept silently thinking about the options of my vulnerable position, I made the mistake to gaze at Mrs.von Hardenberg's Prada-boots. Intimidated by their awe-inspiring aura of supremacy I realized that I could expect no mercy. But what could I still hope for, if not for a merciful compromise for the benefit of the hotel's employees? I felt that I wouldn't be capable of saving my poker-face for much longer. Therefore I swiftly picked up my coat and hat and strode out into the hallway. From behind I heard the triumphal laughter of Mrs.von Hardenberg and her conscienceless lawyer. 

[testimony No. IV of Judith Hartung] 

So it was done! When Mr. Schroeder arrived into his office at this morning his face still seemed to contain a paleness from his yesterday's negotiations with Mrs.von Hardenberg. It was such a pity that Mrs. Hansen had excluded me from participating. Still I instantly knew that my boss had been forced to surrender Mrs.von Hardenberg all the estates that she have claimed. 

And an elite woman like her would surely bring radical changes for Kleinhausen. Now some citizen might loose their job while others might have to pay a considerably raised rent to their new landlady. 

I recalled myself that I could have prevented this result easily if I would have warned my boss about the crucial information that Mrs. Hansen had stolen from our office. 

But I didn't! And the strange thing was that I didn't felt bad about my betrayal, although I had brought so much harm over my comrades. In fact the idea of belonging the 'evil side' for the first time of my life even aroused me. It felt like I would have been secret part of a complot that inevitably seized power over the town's fate. 

But then I had to admit myself that I had been nothing more than an unintended confidant of Mrs. Hansen's data-thievery. Excited by the inner vision of this young and ruthless lawyer I opened the drawer of my desk and took out the black gloves that she had forgotten at her last visit. This time I couldn't resist anymore, but had to slip my hands into their soft leather. Instantly a unbelievable rush of dark power run through my veins. 

Yeah -- this was the way that unlimited superiority must feel like! 

[testimony No. V of Alexander Geis] 

Most readers of this text have probably never heard of me before as I'm not one of these loud macho-kind of guys. My name is Alexander Geis and at the moment I'm in a harmonic relationship with my girlfriend Judith. I'm really grateful to have her, as the rest of my life isn't running very well lately. After the re-union I immediately had lost my job as the official party-secretary of the ruling Socialist Unity Party of Kleinhausen's recreation-resort. And as there is no need for party-secretaries any longer, it's getting hard finding a new job. Therefore I can only afford myself to live in the degenerated main building of the hotel's old horse-farm. This is totally okay for me as I am not someone who has any material expectations. Instead I spend most of my affluent spare-time by drawing pictures or trying to shoot artful photos. 

Yesterday I consumed the last sheet of my sketch block and so I went for the corner shop to buy a new one. I was just re-entering my house when shadow of a person hit my peripheral vision. I silently stepped forward and carefully peeked through the open door of my living room, just to see a young woman sneaking through my flat. 

I remained standing silently where I was, as I just too flabbergasted to do much else. This way I observed how she paced up my wall shelves as if she was searching for anything in it that might trigger her interest. 

For a short second I could catch a glimpse of her face through the mirror of my wardrobe. 

Her pouty lips, as well as her shoulder-length, straight and shiny black hair gave her a very elitist aura. She didn't looked much older then twenty years -- maybe even a little younger. 

And she definitely looked petite, very petite. In fact she was probably the prettiest woman that had ever been inside my little flat. 

Please don't me wrong, I still think that my girlfriend Judith in pretty as well and I really love her, but this beautiful stranger over there in my living-room belonged to a total different league of pretty people. Such a lady could hardly be a common burglar. But what the hell could she want in my flat then?While all these puzzling toughs rushed through my mind, my big cardboard box had caught the attention of the stranger. 

Without any inhibition she dragged the box out of the shelf and browsed trough its content. I remembered that this box was hosting some of my older drawings and photos. 

From my perspective the view was outstanding as she bent entirely at the waist, giving me an amazing view of her tight skirt encasing her shapely ass. Pleasurably I savoured the feast for my eyes that was provided by sight of her soft leather boots perfectly fitting around her calves. Between her boots and her skirt gleamed a narrow strip of black silk stockings. A woman dressed as elegant and sexy as her could only come from West-Germany, I concluded to myself. The though of her being West-German let this woman appear even more superior and fascinating to me. 

But my outstanding view on her was not supposed to last very long as all these visual charms made me become jumpy. Accidentally I touched into the decorative bowl on the shoe cabinet which was filled with my different kind of key-sets. Instantly my beautiful guest turned around and looked over her shoulder to catch me staring at her. 

"What are you doing here?" she took me to task. 

"Me? I... I am living here!" 

"Oh! So you must be this Alexander-guy, mustn't you?" 

"Well, that's me I guess. And who are you?" 

"My friends call me Ann-Lena." 

"It's nice to meet you, Ann-Lena. Where did..." 

"...but for someone like you I will be Miss von Hardenberg!" she interrupted me in a harsh tone. 

I was irritated. How could this woman who was probably ten years younger then me, just call me 'this Alexander-guy', while she expected me to refer to herself as Miss? 

My obvious irritation only seemed to amuse her, as the ends of her lips started to rise into a light grin. I caught me thinking that her red lipstick might have looked tartly on someone else's lips, but in contrast with her large dark eyes and perfectly sculpted eyebrows it struck a fascinating balance. A second later I remembered myself that I should be ashamed for letting her eyes bewitch me that easily. After all I still had a girlfriend. 

"Had no-one taught you yet that it is impolite to secretly peep at women?" 

"I'm sorry... but I though... I mean after all it is MY room!" 

"You wish! But I have to correct you here: As you are just a lodger, this can hardly be YOUR room, can it??? But in fact it is MY room!" 

"Your room!?" 

"All the estates and buildings of Kleinhausen's recreation-area once belonged to my family before we got dispossessed by the Communists. Fortunately times have changed again and we finally got back our property." 

"This estate belong to your family!?! But... what... what are you going to do with it?" 

"As I'm quite skilled in training horses and humans, I have decided to convert this stables into a equestrian school for young women with promising riding skills and solvent parents." 

"So you going to move in here? Like becoming my flat-mate!" I cheered in hardly hidden joy. After all I had always felt a little lonely living in this house and a beautiful mate like her would definitely enrich the living atmosphere. 

But her eye-browns only raised in dismissive lordliness. 

"I would rather refer to myself as your 'landlady' to describe my current relationship to you." 

Maybe my new cohabitant might not become as pleasant as I have dreamed at first? 

"So tell me: since when do you live here?" 

"Oh -- I moved in here already nine years ago!" 

"Really? So since you must be quite in 'expert' of this estate, would you mind to show me around a little?" 

"Sure!" I blurted out without thinking twice, as I hardly could turn my new 'landlady' down. 

As soon as we came out of the living building, Miss von Hardenberg stretched herself happily and took a deep lungful of the clean air. At the next moment she cast a cheerful glance at me and stated joyfully: 

"So Alexander, show me my new property!" 

I started our little sightseeing-tour by leading her across the court-yard. It was paved and clean, but grass was growing in every crevice. Then we reached the stable building itself, which was of old brick and had a great many iron bars to it. Some of the windows had been walled up and those that remained were rustily barred. I felt excited when I followed my new landlady through the wooden gate of the stable, that stood wide open. 

Inside the building everything was empty and disused. The cold wind seemed to blow colder in there than outside and it made a shrill noise in howling in and out at the open sides of the stable. 

But my eyes kept watching Miss von Hardenberg flipping her black hair back over her shoulder. Her big brown eyes sparkled with disgust as she looked around the building. 

"When did this stable had hosted horses for the last time?" 

"I don't know. This building remained empty since I have moved to Kleinhausen." 

"And nobody tried to renovate it?" 

"As this stable as belonged to the anonymous crown of all people, no-one had a personal interest in renovating it. It was planned to let this building stand as idle as it is, until it falls." 

"One of the old pictures that I have found in your cardboard box showed a great indoor riding hall beside the stables. What happened to it?" 

"Oh -- you're very attentive. I had to pull it down in 1985 to prevent it from uncontrolled collapsing." 

"What a pity! I think I don't require your help any longer You should go now, Alexander!" 

[testimony No. VI of Judith Hartung] 

I know that I haven't yet mentioned the fact that I have a boy-friend names Alexander. Don't ask me why, but I guess the reason has something to do with the fact that I'm not very proud of him. He used to be a little nerdy and sometimes he annoys me with his lacking self-esteem. All the time he is just following the things that I have proposed before. 

Actually I only haven't dumped him yet, because there is just no better alternative lover to find within the small world of Kleinhausen. Furthermore Alexander probably wouldn't take a breakup very well after he had already lost his parents in 1989 and his job in 1991. 

Just two hours ago Alexander came visiting me in my small apartment. At first I was a little pissed as 

But then a show me a quite formal looking envelope that he pretended to have found in his mailbox this morning. Without much interest I grabbed the envelop and slid out the letter. 

For one minute I just stared at the letter in disbelief! It contained a severely written indemnity claim from the Mrs. Hansen's law-firm. In fact she claimed the unbelievable amount of 120.000 Mark for the deliberate destruction of Mrs.von Hardenberg's indoor riding hall in the year 1985. Alexander told me that he had no choice but pulling down the hall if he wanted to prevent it from collapsing uncontrolled. But Mrs. Hansen surely wouldn't have much sympathy for such explanations. A lawyer of her class would hardly have any sympathy for her defendants at all. 

I got a little confused by my emotions. On the one side I really pitied Alexander for the miserable situation he had fallen into. But on the other side I felt a forbidden happiness that I would be going to witness his struggles against Mrs. Hansen so directly. 

In fact I could even feel a base, debauched excitement stirring within my loins as I imagined my poor boyfriend inside the spider-web of this ruthless yet statuesque woman. 

I vividly remembered the cool demeanor Mrs. Hansen had treated me with when she had ordered a chilled Coke from me. 

"So what do you think I should do?" the worried voice of Alexander suddenly interrupted my daydreams. 

"Oh -- I don't know! It looks like you are in a real pickle. But I guess that a formal objection will have no chance here, as your legal situation according to civil law rather seems hopeless. Instead I would try to delay the proceedings. The German tenancy law clearly flavors the tenants, so Mrs.von Hardenberg can't just throw you out of your flat. So there is hardly anything she can threaten you with when you are officially insolvent." 

"Hmmm... That sounds logical to me!" 

I kissed him softly upon the forehead, brushing aside one or two strands of his silvery-blond hair, and then took up my coat. 

"You have to leave now, as I want to meet with some of my friends." 

He was nearly out of the door, when I stopped him once more. 

"Oh, wait a second!" 

"What?" 

"Can you give me your wallet, please?" 

"Sure! What are you needing it for?" 

I decided to ignore his question until he had grabbed his wallet from his back-pocket of his trousers and handed it out into my waiting hand. 

With bitchily joy I slowly took out three 10-Mark-notes and stuffed them into my little handbag 

"You know, your money is only protected from Mrs.von Hardenberg's greedy claims if you don't have any. Therefore I better take care of your notes now, wouldn't you agree?" I purred while my face was beaming. 

"Aemm... I think that makes sense..." he stuttered in irritated disbelieve. This was one of these moments when I remembered how much fun it could mean for m that I still haven't dumped my poor boy-friend. 

[testimony No. VII of Alexander Geis] 

When I came into my flat this afternoon I found the corridor totally emptied out. And my living- and sleeping-room as well! And even my personal stuff on the sink-board of the bathroom! 

With rising panic I began to wonder what the hell had been going on here. Then I heard the click and clacking of well-heeled shoes from the floor above. Should my new landlady be responsible for this disaster? How could she even dare to touch my stuff? 

Furiously I stepped upstairs, looking for the source of the shoe-clacking. It came from the spare room on the other side of the upper corridor. As I marched inside I stood directly across a brand new desk. Ann-Lena was sitting behind it, peacefully browsing through a equestrian magazine. The once so empty spare-room had been fully re-furnished into a modern office. When had she done that? 




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But although my appearance was not to be overheard, Ann-Lena still didn't pay my any interest. 

"Miss von Hardenberg?" I tried to call her attention. She just shushed me quiet by holding her hand up high and continued her reading. 

As I looked into her perfect face again, I felt how all the anger in my stomach slowly got overwhelmed by the sight of her. Believe me, there was just no way to stay mad at someone who is so fair and beautiful. So I decided to wait patiently for her to finish her text. As there was no chair available on my side of the desk, I had to remain standing the whole time. Gazing into her magazine, I noted that it was a longer article about the special pros and cons of different kind of crops. 

The silence got quite heavy before Ann-Lena finally asked me "Yes? What is it, Alexander?" 

I lifted my head. 

"You have moved into this room, Miss von Hardenberg?" 

"That's quite obvious, isn't it? I've decided to use this room as my "satellite office" to organize the build-up of my new riding school. Was that all you disturbed my for?" 

"Well, I'm missing my stuff! All of my stuff to be honest." 

"So?" 

"I assume that you are 'involved' in this new situation." 

Instead of bothering to answer me, Ann-Lena just took a long sip of coffee from the cup on the desk. 

"And why do you think that?" she asked me in most innocent calmness. Can you believe this? This woman really had the nuts to treat me like a moron! 

"Don't act as if I were stupid! Beside me, you are the only one who has the keys for this house!" I steamed up at her. 

But Ann-Lena kept enjoying her coffee. Unhurriedly she leaned back and placed her legs on the table, so that the high heels of her ankle-strap pumps were only a few centimeters away from my groin. 

"My mother has ordered to carry all of your belongings down into the basement. There your stuff will remain looked in sealed containers until all your outstanding debts against my mother are paid. And don't forget that you also still owe me the rent for this month!" she said, flexing her heel toward me for emphasis. 

"She has no right to do that to me! This is my flat!" 

"I think so! From a juristic point of view, you're nothing but a L-O-D-G-E-R. My L-O-D-G-E-R to be precise!" Ann-Lena stated coldly, while she took care to pronounce the word 'lodger' with so much depreciation, as if it only was an equivalent for the term 'lowest inferior' to her. 

"Still your mother can't just take possession of MY property!" 

"But she has already proven that she can do it, hasn't she?" 

"I... I... Tell your mother that if she don't return my property voluntarily, will bring this case to trial!" 

"Your welcome to try! I'm sure, Mrs Hansen will have her fun crushing your prosecution at court." 

I was too shocked to find any more words to encounter. Instead I felt my cheeks blushing in the awkward silence that filled the room. The whole hopelessness of my situation slowly spread inside my mind. And there just seemed to be no way out! 

Ann-Lena's dark eyes remained untouched, but a little smirk around her lips told me that she secretly even enjoyed to witness my rising desperation. 

A moment later she added in a low voice: "But I must warn you, that it might not be the wise to make the von-Hardenberg-family become your enemy. My mother can become very bitchy when she gets opposed." 

"But I am UNEMPLOYED! Your mother must be totally crazy if she thinks that I ever will be able to pay her so much money!" I cried out 

Without any explanation, Ann-Lena stood up, walked around her desk and then: S-L-A-P! She had slapped me across the face with an unrestricted strength. 

"Never ever dare to talk about my mother in such a way again!" she hissed. 

I couldn't even look at her clearly as my mind was still dazed by the stinging pain of my cheek and my eyes began to water. 

"I'm sorry!" I mumbled meekly while holding my hurting cheek. 

"Then say it! Say that you are feeling guilty for insulting my mother." 

"I am feeling guilty for insulting your mother." I repeated, hoping that this gesture of obedience would calm down her anger a bit. 

"...and you swear to treat every member of the Hardenberg-family with the utmost respect from now on." Miss von Hardenberg suggested on top of that. 

This was getting a little ridiculous. How could I 'swear' something like that if I hadn't even met any other member of the Hardenberg-family beside Ann-Lena yet? But then I noticed the severity in Ann-Lena's hazel-eyes and I knew that she wouldn't grant me any trade-off here. And I definitely didn't want to risk another painful slap from her. 

"I swear to treat every member of the Hardenberg-family with the utmost respect from now on." I finally repeated her exact words. As soon as the last word had left my lips her cold eyes warmed up again. I began to feel uncomfortable that I had so easily allowed her to put her words into my mouth. 

"Very well! Actually I have already thought about your little problem. As you will hardly find an adequate job around Kleinhausen which will enable you to pay of your debts, I am offering you a job as my personal assistant." 

"You duty will be to provide me every support I need for converting this rotten stables into a professional equestrian school. I expect you to work for me whenever I require your work. You will never be off-time, but in return for your high-availability you will get highly paid as well." 

"That would be very kind of you!" I assured her while I started to charge myself with new hope. 

"I still have my doubts that someone like you are man enough for such a responsible position as I require unconditional commitment from to every little task that I will give to one of my assistants. But after all I'm willing to train you accordingly." she declared with an ambiguous smirk. 

"So are you interested?" 

Mm - I was trying to comprehend the full dimension of this surprising offer. On the one side I had this discomforting feeling that Ann-Lena would become a quite demanding boss. And not agreeing on a regular working-time would surely cause some troubles with my girlfriend's schedule for me. But still the thought of working for an attractive woman like Ann-Lena was extremely enticing. And as an unemployed person I had not many other choices, had I? But by taking her job-offer, I could even manage to legally repay my debts and earn myself some self-respect. So how would you have decided in my situation? 

"Well... How much would you pay me?" I finally asked. 

"You're a man who gets to the point very directly, don't you?" Ann-Lena back grinned at me. 

"Mm... I guess the best job that you could get in this shappy town would bring you around 1.500 Mark per month. As my expectations on you will be quite high, I will double that amount. So it's 3.000 Mark cash on the barrel-head." 

"Deal!" I cheered as I had never earned so much money before. A new feeling of joy rushed through my veins. My times as Mr. Good-For-Nothing would finally be over. 

But as her cold palm firmly grabbed my hand and shook it to seal the deal, my joyful feeling was mixed with another feeling. It was the worrying feeling that I had just signed a pact with the devil. 

"Of course I will have to confiscate your initial payments to amortize your outstanding debt against my mother. Including the current interest rate, you will be debt-free in around 45 months." 

I starred at her in disbelieve. She answered that look with a triumphant glance as if she rejoiced that my situation was so precarious right now. 

"Ah... but how would I..." 

"I take your objections as a sign that you don't really want to avail yourself of this once in a lifetime opportunity as my personal assistant. That is a real pity, Alexander." 

"No! No! You've got me wrong!" I hectically intervened. "I was just... wondering... how I would be able to buy the clothes and food, that I will need to be capable of working for you?" 

"Don't worry for that. As long as you assistance meet my requirements, I will provide you with the food that you'll need. And for the clothes: Well, actually the standard-work-wear which I had ordered for my prospective employees have arrived just this morning. So take out three identical sets of clothes from the big parcel at the corner and try on one of them!" 

Short-taken I gazed into the left corner. There was indeed standing a big parcel that I hadn't seen before. 

Five minutes later I was wearing black slacks and a plain white shirt, combined with silken black tie. Peering down at my body, I had to realize that my garment rather looked like the uniform of a butler or a first-class-waiter that adequate work-wear for the assistant of an equestrian school director. 

In the left side of the shirt was embroidered a black text. Seeing the letters up-side-down it took me a while to silently read it out. The text was saying 'Property of Ann-Lena von Hardenberg'. 

"You look perfect! Now put your old your clothing neatly on the chair. You have to learn that neatness is a necessity for me. So you will always have to ensure that your clothes, body and room remain cleanly. I will make inspections and if I am displeased you will be punished. Have I made myself clear?" 

"Very clear, Miss von Hardenberg." 

"Good! My cousin Claudia Conradi came over this morning. She will spend the next six weeks at this place to train her riding-skills a little. Actually she is riding out right now, but I expect her return every minute. I want you to welcome her as your new flat-mate and college. As I will have to go back the West-Germany for a few days, it will be Claudia who provides you with food and a bed. So you better do your best to keep her in a happy mood!" 

"I'll do!" 

"Good! Now here is your first job: You might have already Claudia's little Toyota Land Cruiser at the left side of the yard? It's still full of her luggage and I want you to carry it into her new rooms. I might be gone by the time you are finished with it, so it will be you task to show her around the town afterwards." 

"But it's cold outside! I might catch a cold, wearing nothing but these clothes." 

"These clothes present everything that I will allow you wear. In fact they even present everything that I will allow you to possess while being at my service." 

"But at least I will need a pair of fresh socks and underwear for tomorrow." 

The shine of her eyes darkened in anger, making me wish that I wouldn't had spoken so forward. But the words had already escaped my mouth. I could not recaptured them. 

Slowly Ann-Lena leaned closer to me, making me back off instinctively. She just grabbed me firmly by my silken tie and hold me with it like I was on her leash. Now that I couldn't escape her anger anymore, I was pretty sure that I would receive another painful face-slap in the next moment. 

The vision of my rising terror must have amused her as a smile re-appear on her face. Still it wasn't a smile of mercy, but a smile of triumph. 

Instead of slapping my check, her hand just patted it. Like you would pat your own dog. 

"You have much to learn, my poor assistant. Much to learn." Ann-Lena declared with a mocking softness in her voice. 

I nodded in surrender. 

"As my assistant you will NEVER be allowed to talk back to me! Instead your new job will require you to work completely under the conditions that I provide to you. I think that -- as a little reminder of this golden rule -- I won't let you wear neither underwear nor socks at all!" 

How could I object such a statement that was so final? So I only nodded once more. 

"Hurry now to carry Claudia's luggage into her new room before it gets dark outside!" 

I was already on my way outside when Ann-Lena added shouting "...and make sure to show Claudia the proper respect when you meet her! After all she might become one of the co-trainers of my riding academy." 

[testimony No. VIII of Claudia Conradi] 

Two days ago my first semester-break as a student for ‚Business Administration & Finance' at the renowned University of Vienna has started. I'm going to use that spare-time for visiting my cousin Ann-Lena at her new place in Eastern Germany. You might wonder why a prosperous student like me lowers herself to go from beautiful Vienna to a wretched hick-town like Kleinhausen. The first reason is that I like my cousin very much. As her mother had gained back an old estate, Ann-Lena instantly seized her chance to build up her very own riding-school at this cheerless place. I admire her for such ambition. That brings me directly to my second reason for spending my semester break in Kleinhausen: RIDING! I just love riding. The feeling of gaining full control over a horse had excited me since I was a little girl. I always wanted to ride the fastest and strongest horse of the stallion as only the best horse could give me indomitable power. And power was what I was thirsting for. 

So when Ann-Lena offered me full access to her glory stallion for the next six weeks, I couldn't withstand its temptation. 

Yesterday afternoon I actually got the chance to ride out for the first time since the enrollment for my study in Vienna. There was a dampness in the air that made the breath of my stallion quite visible as the horse still breathed heavily from a hard gallop. Controlling such a powerful horse was such a great experience. I had been driving Ann-Lena's stallion so hard that I had to catch my breath as well. As I got very hot I had taken off my black riding jacket and placed it across the front of my saddle in front of me so that I could enjoy the cooling dampness of the air properly. 

My joy-ride around the fields of the village must have taken the whole afternoon because the light was already starting to go by the time I arrived back at the yard. 

Just as I turned the corner and prepared to dismount so that I could walk my horse to the stable, I saw a foreign man in a kind of butler-uniform taking a large box out of my Toyota Land Cruiser. When he looked over to me, he instantly stopped dead in his tracks with his eyes transfixed to my gently swaying breasts. 

He even didn't tear his eyes from my body as I approached him closer. His lips curled into an impish smile, telling me about the lewdly pictures that were playing though his mind. Being watched so obviously made me seek for a little revenge. And as he was an athletic looking guy in his early thirties I even hoped get out some fun from provoking him a little with my famous cockiness. 

"Hi, I'm Claudia! And you must be Ann-Lena's new toy, she had told me of!?" I addressed him, while I slowly dismounted from my horse. 

"Good evening. But... mm... I think you misunderstood my position. I am the official assistant of Miss von Hardenberg!" 

I laughed at him. "Oh really? Then tell me: Why is the label 'Property of Ann-Lena von Hardenberg' written of your shirt?" 

"It only means that the clothes that I wear belong to Miss von Hardenberg." 

"And you are totally sure that's the only meaning?" I mocked him. 

It was a funny sight to watch his brain searching for a proper way to answer my mean inquiry. But before he even could find a suitable answer, I had quickly handed him the reins of my horse. 

"Would you be so kind and escort my horse back into its stable?" 

"Sh....Sure!" he answered in obvious intimidation. 

Now I could nearly hear how his self-assurance was breaking gradually. 

When Alexander returned back at the yard two minutes later, he found me sitting on the cargo area of my Toyota Land Cruiser. On its cargo area were still a least a dozen of my packing boxes waiting to be carried into my new room. 

Still I had to make myself a little comfortable during his absence. My pony-tail was open now and my booted legs laid crossed over each other. I casually leaned back to enjoy the beautiful sunset (and to make Alexander feel a little awkward by brazenly ignoring his presence). 

But from the corner of my eyes, I could see how his gaze was once more wandering over my body. I already knew this kind of guys from my campus of Vienna. 

Although they feel that they hardly have a chance to date a girl like me, they still let me become to object of their heinous fantasies. A few moments later their mind had become so bewitched by me, that such guys start searching for a way how they still could gain some relevancy for me in spite of their obvious un-allurement as a lover. Well, here is your chance, Alexander! 

"What are you looking at?" I suddenly asked aloud without bothering to look at him. 

"It's... just... that Miss von Hardenberg hasn't mentioned, that her cousin would be that pretty." 

"Hasn't she? Well -- she also must have forgotten to mention what a lousy womanizer her assistant is!" 

"Sorry -- I didn't want to incommode you." 

"So then why don't you continue with carrying my luggage into the house!" I asked. 

I obviously expected me to join him with the work. But as I showed no signs of bothering to help him, he finally grabbed another box and started to carefully carry it into the house. My demonstrative idleness must have been quite embarrassing for him, but that was hardly my problem, was it? 

"I'm glad to see that my belongings will be in good hands!" I commented with a smirk on my face. 

He turned around and beamed back at me, happy to finally see me smile at him 

"Hurry up! I want these boxes in my room by seven o'clock!" I laughed hearty. 

This demand left Alexander in visible confusion as the cold command of my words wouldn't fit with the friendliness of my voice. I love to cause such feelings at my admirers. And Alexander's insecurity made him the perfect candidate for these little games of feminine ambiguity. 

"What took you so long?" I welcomed him two minutes later when he finally arrived back at the yard. 

"It's not very easy to carry the heavy box up the stairs to your floor." 

"If you don't return back here within one minute after you brought up the next box, I may have to use the dressage crop to obtain the adequate motivation of you." I playfully threatened in my jaunty spirit. 

It was only meant as a joke, but Alexander's scared eyes told me that he took my threat very seriously. Was he really fearing that I might whip him to punish his disobedience? The more I thought about this scenario, the more I got excited. 

The next time Alexander showed up, I barked at him "You are late again!" 

"S... Sorry!" 

"So put out your hands" I said after a long pause, wrinkling my low brow in angry furrows. 

Instantly his hands moved forward. His compliance made me smile. How easy it was to made this grown man carry out my wishes. At home in Vienna the men were much harder to convince of the irrevocability of my words. Ann-Lena must really thought her new assistant some valuable lessons in respect. 

In a harsh snarling voice I counted "One, two, three" as I struck the thong of my elegant dressage crop. 

Alexander hissed horribly as the thong came down on his outstretched hands, raising thick red welts. The pain must have been so intense that it brought tears in his eyes. But he remained brave and screwed up his mouth. 

Only at the fifth hit Alexander softly whimpered. Then he gained back control of himself, standing there with a stiff white face. 

Still I felt that it wouldn't take much more to make him cry out loud. This feeling of ultimate power was extremely thrilling. Oh girl, I thought, keep yourself under control, I told myself. After all Alexander was the assistant of my best cousin and I shouldn't already break him at the first day.

Therefore I released Alexander with a joyful smile. "That should do for the beginning. Now get back to work!"

Around twenty minutes later Alexander had finally emptied the cargo area of my Land Cruiser. 




Reclaimed Control



my hands trembled as i finished getting ready. This night was very special, so i had taken extra time in my preparations for You. But finally i was done and eager to discover what awaited me. Your note to me had been very vague, yet i knew all i need do now was knock on the door to begin this adventure.

Almost immediately, i heard the key turn in the lock and the door was opened by the same butler that had escorted me when i arrived at this house. He hadn't spoken to me then, nor did he now...simply gestured down the candlelit hallway. Walking quietly, feeling my toes sink into the plush carpet, i found the small table that held a very familiar velvet box. A tiny smile curved my lips as i ran one finger over the soft fabric, before picking it and opening it. As i buckled my beautiful soft suede collar into place, i finally felt truly whole again.

There was only one door at the end of this hall, so i approached the door with no hesitation. And You were there on the other side. i was only briefly aware of some structure in the center of the floor because all my focus was on You. i started toward You, but You stopped me with a barely perceptible movement of Your head. i started to speak, yet You stopped me when You laid one figure across Your lips. So i settled into an acceptable presentation position...feet shoulder width apart, hands resting palms up on my thighs, head up, eyes lowered...waiting.

i could feel Your eyes on me...appraising...reacquainting. i hoped You would be pleased with what You saw. my hair...loose and flowing down my back. my skin...warm and pink and fragrant from my bath. And the tunic...shimmering gray in the candlelight...transparent, yet not quite...barely fingertip length...the sheer fabric draping very low between my breasts from the simple silver clasps at my shoulders.

i felt You approach me...felt the air stir as You slowly walk around me...felt the warmth of Your breath as You whispered in my ear, "Lovely, jewel, thank you"...felt Your hand briefly cup one ass cheek...felt Your finger quickly circle one tight, hard nipple...before You lifted my chin and O/our eyes locked. And then, before my eyelids fluttered shut, i felt You reclaim my soul.

"Is there any question, My jewel?"

"No, Master...i am Yours," the words barely whispered.

"Then prove to Me that you have mastered that control that I require."

"As You wish, Sir. But how?"

In answer, You simply turned toward the center of the room. my gaze followed You 'til it came to rest on this new structure i had never seen before. i was unable to quite understand it, but knew You would teach me what i needed to know.

You held Your hand out to me. i slipped my hand in Yours and felt myself pulled towards it. You guided me to where You wished me to stand. Only then did i become aware of some of the finer points of this new invention.

"Impale yourself for Me, My sweet."

i could not possibly have heard correctly. "Pardon me, miLord?"

As You settle Yourself back into Your chair, i see You smile. i know that particular smile. There are wicked, devilish thoughts behind it.

"It is quite simple really. I wish to watch you lower yourself onto that large dildo that is mounted right in front of you. I wish to watch you struggle to control yourself while being filled so fully and so deeply. you have been bragging about your new powers of control; I merely wish to see for Myself."

i feel the room spinning, my breathing erratic as the blood pounds in my head.

"But, Master..."

"Do you argue with Me so soon, pet? Begin now or things will not get any easier. The butler will assist U/us with the remainder of the preparation." With the mere flick of Your finger, the butler materializes at my side. Until then, i had no idea he was even in the room. The thought of a witness to my task...a stranger no less...was both exciting and terrifying to me. There was little choice, however, but to comply. i had never crossed You...had always obeyed completely...i thought better of choosing this as my first act of disobedience.

i bowed my head and responded, "No Sir, forgive me. There is no argument. It will be as You wish."

"Then begin."

So, with the butler's hand at my elbow, i did begin...lowering myself onto the large rubber phallus...wishing every second that it was Your cock i was feeling stretching me wide, filling me so completely. By the time my knees rested on the pads provided, i knew i could not have taken another quarter inch inside me.

i felt, rather than saw, the butler slip wide leather restraints around my ankles and securely fasten them to the cross bar there. Then, while i was still trying to adjust to the invader so deeply embedded in my pussy, i felt him grasp one wrist at a time to restrain and then secure each one in turn to the bar behind my back.

With another flick of Your finger he was gone...but out of the room or just in the shadows to wait i had no idea. i could see only You...wanted only You.

"How are you feeling so far, love?"

i had trouble finding my voice. my tongue darted out to lick my lips, before i answered. "In need, Master...but for now i am fine."

"In need, pet? Do you want to cum so soon? The night has just begun and I daresay that would be disappointing to Me."

"The need is there, Sir...and increasing. Yet nothing beyond my control."

You chuckled, "Yet being the operative word, I am sure. Then let's see how well you deal with this."

And with that You began to touch Yourself. A soft moan immediately escaped my lips. You know how much i wished it was my hands on Your jeans instead of Yours. i could already plainly see the evidence of Your arousal. My head fell back and my eyelids closed as i imagined, remembered the feel of it beneath my fingers.

"Watch Me, jewels. Look at what you do to Me."

So i watched. As You slowly, painstakingly undid one button after another and then pushed the rough denim down Your legs. All i could see then was Your briefs stretched to capacity trying to contain Your hard prick. You continued to stroke Yourself through the fabric. i could feel my body reacting. And i could see from the look on Your face that You were aware of it also.

The briefs finally followed the jeans to the floor. The breath caught in my throat as i was finally allowed to see You. Again that quick, but wicked smile crossed Your lips. You rose from Your seat and stepped closer to me...all the while rubbing and stroking the full length of Yourself.

"I can tell you like what you see, my beautiful sub. I cannot have that." Swiftly a blindfold drops over my eyes. So Your butler minion is still in the room...watching.

"your body betrays you, love. I see your nipples tight and hard. And I can smell the sweet wetness of you. Are you so close to losing control?"

"Oh yes, please, Master."

Ignoring my plea, i felt Your hands on me. Your fingers teasing my nipples...pinching...tugging. my teeth catch my lower lip, trying desperately not to react, not to move...for if i move i know i will surely lose my fight for control.

Although it felt like hours, as quickly as it had begun, the assault on my nipples ceased. But You had more agonizing things in mind. For i then felt Your tongue tracing the shell-like outline of my left ear right before You sucked my earlobe gently between Your lips.

It was as if i had been struck by lightning. Every muscle in my body went tense. A cry tore from my throat.

"Hold it, jewel. I have not yet given My permission. you may not cum until I allow it."

Drawing in a ragged breath, all i could say was, "Yes, Sir."

You watched me struggle, yet succeed to control what would soon be inevitable.

"Ah, good girl. Very nicely done. And for that you will be rewarded."

i felt Your fingers wind themselves in my hair, holding my head gently yet with enough force to reinforce the control You held over me. And then You rubbed Your throbbing cock head over my lips.

"Please Me, My jewel. Use your lovely mouth to make Me release My seed and only then will I give the permission you so desperately need. For you do need to cum, don't you, baby?

i could only nod my assent before opening my mouth to You. The feel of You sliding hard and solid between my lips was almost my undoing. You set the rhythm with Your hands still claiming my hair and Your glorious prick claiming my mouth. Ever deeper, already swelling slightly.

"Feel Me, sweetness. For your body is Mine. My cock fills Your wet, aching cunt because I put it there. I also fill Your hot mouth because I want You to taste Me there as well."

With one final thrust down my tight throat, You erupted. i swallowed once...then again...then yet again...trying not to lose a single precious drop.

In a matter of seconds, You left me and the blindfold was pulled free. Your voice was the only thing clear to me.

"Cum for Me, jewels. Now. Cum tight and wet around My cock buried in Your sweet pussy. Cum hard and let Me see you finally lose control."

i could do no less than obey. my orgasm ripping through me, slamming down harder on to the dildo You had provided me. Screaming from its intensity, shaking uncontrollably with it. Until eventually it was done. i lifted my head weakly to see You smiling down at me.

"Ah, you are My precious pet. That was beautifully done and I am, as always, proud of you."

i was shocked to hear another voice behind me. "Yes, girl, very well done." It was the butler...undoing my restraints and helping me up. Shocked, my head turned to You. With a small smile and a nod of Your head, i turned back in the direction of that other voice.

"Thank you."

"No...thank you, girl. It was my pleasure."

And with that, You took me in Your arms and led me away, back to the bedroom where i had prepared for You. You settled U/us down and immediately i slept. In the morning, You were gone. But i know You will be back. For You will always be back for me.



Reclaiming a Life



This is a sequel to amber_now26 story "Reunion," by mutual agreement both the original author and myself are submitting a sequel to her story at the same time. Although she has seen my version, I haven't seen her submission.

This work may not be copied to or used at any other site without the express permission of the author in writing. "Reclaiming a Life" © Writingdragon November 7, 2005.

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Reclaiming a Life



"Then today after struggling through six months of depression and isolation Marshall calls you, my knight in shinning armor. He does that to all of us when he feels we might show back up and cause little problems for him. By calling you he was hoping to keep the riff-raft namely me, out of his life."

Looking up at J. T. she smiled, "I am so glad Marshal did that it would have taken me a while to work up the nerve to contact you myself."

J.T. held her close and thought over what she had told him, he waited until her sobbing calmed down to just an occasional sniffle, then answered her. "Angelica, okay, I'll tell you. Your story surprises me. You've made some mistakes in your life. So have I, so did Monica, so have my kids. You also took a big chance by coming to the reunion and searching me out. You were trying to say thank you to me that night, you flattered and aroused me but there was genuine tenderness in your words. Your comments indicated there was a true emotional attachment to me.

So why don't you let me do for you what you did for me that night six months ago. Let me reintroduce you to the world and chase away the loneliness. If we become better friends great, if we truly become lovers wonderful, if something deeper and even longer term develops that wouldn't bother me in the least. But give us the chance to find out, OK?"

Tears were running down both her cheeks as Angelica replied, "Do you really mean that? You can put my past behind you and try for a relationship with me?"

J.T. kissed her then looked deeply into her chocolate brown eyes, "Yes, Monica often told me the past is just that, past. You have the consequences, but you can't change it. I want the chance to get to know you. Fresh start from this evening, or right now if it's easier."

Angelica's eyes took on a feral quality and she moved to straddle J.T. and pushed him onto his back on the couch. Then she kissed him long, deep and hard, "Okay, but you have to promise make love to me forever if we become a couple?" Then she began to move her scantily covered pussy up and down the length of his now rigid cock.

"I promise... but I'd like to practice so I can get it right, OK?" His voice had a catch in it as he tried to control his breathing.

She moved in an accomplished, sensual manner and soon her panties were being removed then tossed aside, and his belt unbuckling and pants unzipping. This was followed by the long throaty sigh of satisfaction coming from both of them as she pushed his hard cock deep inside her hot, wet sheath. It was all the answer either of them needed. 

Angelica looked down at J.T. as she moved her hips to take him deeply inside her. His face was a picture of raw lust and excited contentment. As he began to clench his jaw she smiled and sped up her motion. 

She threw back her head as the exquisite crossover between exertion and pleasure exploded in concentric circles deep inside her body. She heard him let out a long low sigh followed by small grunt, then the warm flush of J.T.'s offering as he filled her body. The way he had already begun to fill her mind and heart. 

She lay across his chest basking in afterglow and thought about his offer. "Yes I will hold his hand and let him take me into the daylight. Then whichever way things work out, whether with or with out him, I'll introduce myself to life again."  Smiling she closed her eyes and for the first time in a thousand nights, fell into a contented sleep.

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Reclaiming His pet



It had been a while since her Master had had time to play with her. His schedule at work, and the classes he was taking really cut into their time together. She had started to feel neglected, and as a result started to slip into bad habits. She was not showing him proper respect; Sir had all but been eliminated from her vocabulary. He seen this and it pained him so, he knew he had been failing at his duties as her Master. He knew he needed to get back what they had; he knew he had to correct the situation, but how? 

Did she deserve to be punished? She had failed to follow the rules, and this would indicate a need for punishment. He on the other hand had left things go for so long how could he put all the blame on her. It would be very cruel to do such a thing and very unjust. But that still leaves the problem how to get back what they had?

He thought about this for a long time and decided that the first thing he needed to do is establish the rules once again. Then to establish his role as her Master, and hers as his pet. He knew he had to be careful not to expect her to fall right back into line. So he decided maybe a scene would be just what the doctor ordered. A planned scene, so she had time to get into sub mode. Maybe even a few instructions for her to help her along.

So he sat and wrote an email to his pet. 



Reclaiming His pet



This she did without hesitation, in the privacy of the car it was simple. But where were they heading and how hard would it be to comply when they got there. Being exposed in public was one of the hardest things her Master required of her. She hoped that he would not require much of this tonight.

Once inside the car he opened the glove compartment and removed a set of leather wrist cuffs with a short leather strap connecting the cuffs. He first took her right wrist and attached one of the leather cuffs, then pulling the strap around the back of the seat he pulled her right arm behind it also. Then he took the other arm and attached the other cuff to it. In order to do this her left arm was pulled behind the seat also. This had the effect of restraining her as well as causing her breast to stick out. He then reached over and undid the buttons to right below her breast and pulled the blouse open displaying her lace bra to anybody looking in the window. He then reached down to the front of her skirt and raised the hem to her waist exposing her thighs and panty covered cunt. He slid his hand up her inner thigh. As his hand traveled up her thigh she spread her legs, as she knew this is what was expected of her. He then ran his hand over the front of her panties pausing as his fingers rested on the disc sewn into her panties. He strummed his fingers on it, causing her to let out a moan as it was stimulating her already engorged clit. A sly wicked grin crossed his face as he turned and started the car and pulled out. 

As he drove it seemed that he was trying to hit every bump and dip in the road. This only added to the growing fire in her cunt. She wanted to cry out and beg for relief but knew that would only put her relief off for that much longer. 

After long drive they pulled into parking lot of a vacant business, where he reached over and button one button, which covered most of her bra, but still left a good bit of her cleavage exposed. Then he released her wrist and put the cuffs back into the glove box. As she brought her arms from behind the seat the stiffness caused her to groan. Her Master then pulled out and around the corner to a fancy restaurant. They pulled up and a valet opened her door. She blushed red as she realized the valet seen that her skirt was bunched up and had got a perfect view of her skimpy panties. As she was getting out her Master came around and handed the keys to the valet, and took her arm and lead her into the restaurant like there was nothing out of the ordinary. It was still fairly early for dinner so there was not to many people there. The dining room was dimly lit and they were lead to a booth in the corner away from most of the other customers. As she sat she hiked up the back of her skirt and rested her bare ass on the cool leather seats. She was grateful that the hostess was not paying attention when she sat down. They were told that their waiter would be with right with them. 

While they waited for their waiter her Master spoke, "pet, you have pleased me. You have shown me that you want to obey me, to please me. I am your Master and as such I will be ordering for us. You are to sit there quietly and know that you have pleased me" "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir," She Beamed, as she knew her Master was pleased. Just as the waiter came up to table she felt what her mind register as a shock to her clit. This caused her to let out squeal, and drew a quick glance from her Master. He did not have to speak a word, she knew what was required with one look from him.. She quickly regained her composure. 

The waiter gave her a quizzical look as he went to hand her a menu and her Master said, "she will not need that I will be ordering for us." "Very well Sir" with that he handed Her Master a menu. He then ordered a bottle of her favorite wine. As the waiter walked away the vibrations stopped. Her face was flushed and as she bit her lip trying her best to compose herself.

Once the waiter left he started a casual conversation with her, discussing the children, the house, etc... He saw the waiter approaching again and he hit the button on the remote control. She let out another little squeal from the surprise and then she began to blush. Her Master shot her another look, and she felt the vibe speed up. The waiter went about his business opening the wine and offering it to her Master for approval. While all this was going on the need in her cunt was growing as the little disc continued to hum away. How could her Master sit there like nothing was going on, and expect her to do the same with that damn vibe driving her out of her mind. The waiter then poured the wine and left. As soon as he was gone Her Master hit the button again shutting the vibe off and started the conversation right where he left off. She had to use all of her will to control the heat building in her. She was ready to scream and he just sat there calmly talking to her. 

This was repeated through out the meal, every time the waiter approached the table the vibe would come to life and every time he left it would go back to sleep. He kept her in a constant state of arousal. When the meal was finally over he told her it was time to go home and give her, her just desert.

As she got up from the booth she noticed that there was a sizable wet spot on the seat. She blushed wondering what the bus boy would think when he cleared the table. As they walked out of the restaurant she was grateful her skirt had fallen back into place. Then she realized that she had to get into the car in front of the valet, and her skirt had to be hiked up or her Master would be angry with her. 

Her Master gave the valet his ticket. As they waited, her Master once again hit the button on the vibe and it came to woke up once again. She grabbed his arm and said, "Oh God no, please Master I cannot take much more." "Oh but you will take all I can give you and then some" and then He hit another button on the control and the plug in her ass came to life. She had to grab her Master to keep from collapsing as her legs went to jelly. Her Master then said, "Relax pet take a deep breath, let it out slowly and concentrate." She took a deep breath and tried to steady herself. Her Master quietly repeated himself "Relax pet, take another deep breath and let it out slowly, and concentrate" She did has he instructed and his quiet reassuring voice seemed to help as she regained her composure some what. Just then the valet pulled their car up and came around and opened her door for her. She took another deep breath and stepped to the open door, reached back and hiked up her skirt and sat as quickly as possible. From the gasp she heard from the valet she new he had gotten an eyeful. She again could feel her embarrassment as a hot flush spread through out her body. All she could do is stare at the floor as the valet closed her door. As humiliating as it was why was her cunt leaking again. 

As her Master got in the plug in her ass and the disc went to sleep. Her Master pulled out and went around the corner and pulled into the parking lot he used to right before they got to the restaurant. He again pulled the wrist cuffs from the glove box and restrained her arms behind the seat. Then unbutton her blouse and, hiked up her skirt. He then started for home. 

They had only been driving for a few minutes when Her Master hit the remote control, which turned the vibes back on full. He then just simply said, "Cum For Me Pet" 

With his words still dancing in her head her cunt exploded and she seen a brilliant flash of white in her eyes and her whole body shook. She kept cumming and cumming... "Ohhhhhh Gooooodddddd Sssssiiiiir! IIIIIIIII cccccaaaaaannnnnnoooootttttt sssssssstttttooooooppppp. Pppppppllllllllleeeeeeasssssse Mmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaassssssssssssssttttttttttterrrrrrrr" 

She did not know how long she had came for but she slowly realized that the vibes had stopped and he was chuckling, she hated when he did that, she felt like he was laughing at her, but he always said he was not laughing at her but was laughing the situation she found herself in.

Soon they were pulling into their driveway. Once they were stopped he reached over and undid her wrist.

They then went into the house. As soon as she was in the house she headed for the living room and got into position. Her Master locked the door and came into the living room. He went to the chair and sat, admiring his pet. She looked so beautiful, so submissive. She had done very well.

As she knelt in position she had hoped that she had pleased him. She had surprised herself, the day had been more intense than she had hoped for, and expected; yet she never used her safe word. Was it because of the time she spent preparing herself? Was it because he had managed to get her so hot? She could not figure it out, all she knew was she had but one desire today, and that was to do what ever it would take to please her Master.

After he was comfortable he spoke "Pet stand and remove your skirt and blouse. Also pet, remove your thong and put them on the table over there. <Pointing to the table in front of the picture window. > Then come here pet, and kneel before your Master."

She stood up and proceeded to remove her skirt and blouse, then the thong panties. She then walked over to the table and set the items down. She did not look out the window for fear she would see someone looking back. She then went and knelt before her Master, knees spread, back straight arms behind her head eyes lowered.

Her Master asked, "Pet, who owns you? What is your purpose?"

Her answer came without any thought, "I belong to you my Master. I am here for your pleasure. I will serve you in what ever you desire. I only desire to be obedient. My greatest pleasure comes from pleasing you."

With that said he stood before her undid his pants and let them fall to his ankles. His briefs followed. His hard cock stood out from his body, showing its need for relief. He sat back down and beckoned her closer. She knew what he wanted but he had not spoken his request, so she dare not act for fear of what her punishment would be. She waited patiently, staring at his manhood. His musk enveloping her nose, it was intoxicating. She could feel her cunt starting to heat up again, as he made her wait. He knew that the anticipation of being allowed to service his cock would heighten her desire to please him. 

Then he spoke in a very quiet voice, almost a whisper, "You may begin now pet" She let out a sigh of relief and leaned forward and licked the head of his cock. Then she continued down the underside of his shaft using only her mouth. Then back up and around the head, licking and sucking on her reward. She continued to lick it up and down coating his cock with her saliva. When it was covered she went back to the head and started to ease it into her mouth, taking it a little at a time. Then backing off and sliding it in deeper. It was not long before she was sliding it all the way down her throat, and then back out. She continued this for several minutes at a nice steady slow pace. She knew he liked it when she took her time, building his climax. 

She then let his cock slip out of her mouth and licked down to his balls, taking one into her mouth and gently sucking on it, then the other. Then she worked her way back up his shaft, and plunged his cock down her throat and held it there. He let out a low moan. She knew he was going to start any moment and was just signaling her readiness to please him.

He reached out and grabbed her head on either side head and started pulling her on and off his cock. He was fucking her mouth like it was a cunt, and all she could do was relax and wait for him to finish. After much practice she had learned to grab quick breaths on the up stroke. Thus he always told her that she had become an "A1" cocksucker. He continued pumping her mouth up and down his shaft; his breathing became ragged, and short. She felt the head of his cock swell even bigger and then he let out a low growl and started pumping his cum down her willing throat. He pulled her head into his crotch and held it there as his cock continued to shoot into her throat. His hands fell to his side and he was breathing very hard now. She obediently continued to suck his cock until it was drained of his load. She then licked it clean and then laid her head on his thigh.

He stroked her hair and spoke, "You have done well pet, and you have pleased me. We still have much to do, but it is time to rest." His soft gentle touch and kind words caused a contentment to wash over her body. She was happy that he was pleased with her. 

He again spoke in the same soothing voice, "pet, go and lay there and rest, you have a long night ahead of you" With that he pointed to the corner of the room where the large pet bed laid. They had won it in a Chinese auction at the local pet store. They thought that the dog would use it, but as it turned out her Master made more use of it whenever he wanted her to feel submissive. He would pull it out and have her lay on it all curled up like a cat. She always felt so much more submissive to him when he had her lay on it. 

She did not answer she just dropped on all fours and crawled over to it and curled up and closed her eyes. She felt so relaxed, so loved by her Master. He had returned and had taken her back. 

He sat there for a while just staring at her she looked so content, he waited for her breathing to become regular. Once he was convinced that she had fallen asleep he got up, fixed his pants and went to the basement to prepare for the rest of the nights fun. 

He laid out their toys. He had amassed quite a collection. Leather wrist and ankle cuffs, various leather straps with snap connectors (so much easier to use then rope), various torture devices, all acquired to give his pet the pleasure and pain she craved. He laid them all out across his workbench. He then laid the old quilt across the wooden table. He carefully prepared everything to make sure that no matter which way he decided to go he was ready. He had found early on that a scene in the basement workroom always took on a life of its own. 

Once he was done he went to his room and picked out the lingerie his pet would be wearing for the nights activities. A royal blue lace garter matching half-cup bra, fresh stockings, and five inch heals. He loved the way heals changed her posture and left her slightly off balance. Looking at the clock he seen it was only 9:00 so he set his alarm and laid down for an hour, he knew that even if his pet awoke she would not leave her bed until he called for her. 

His pet woke up about a half an hour later; she was surprised it was so quiet. Where was her Master? Surely he had not gone to bed without her. She knew she had to stay put, he had sent her to her bed, and unless he gave her permission she was not to leave it. As she laid there she became aware of her need to use the bathroom. In all of her excitement she had not peed in quite a while. If he did go to bed she knew she would be forced to go to the bathroom and risk getting in trouble. She looked at the clock it was only 9:35 he could not be in bed for the night. She would be obedient and wait for as long as she could.

She had wished he had removed the plug from her ass, as it was beginning to become uncomfortable. Although she was in discomfort right now, she was content; she was serving her Master again.

She tried to keep her mind off her bladder, which was starting to scream and the clock, which seamed to slow to a crawl. How long was her Master going to make her wait, where was he? It was now 9:55 she was becoming desperate. She did not know how much longer she could wait. What was that, she listen carefully, was it her Master's alarm. Oh please make it so, if she was right she would only have to wait a little while longer. She listened carefully for any sign of him. Then she heard footfalls he was coming. From the steps she heard, "Pet, Position Now"

With great relief she scrambled to her spot, on her knees, back straight, hands behind her neck, eyes lowered. 

He entered the room, ""Pet, who owns you? What is your purpose?"

Her answer came without any thought, "I belong to you my Master. I am here for your pleasure. I will serve you in what ever you desire. I only desire to be obedient. My greatest pleasure comes from pleasing you."

He smiled, "Did you have a nice rest pet?"

"Yes Master I did. Master, if it pleases you may I speak?"

"Pet? What is it?"

"Master if it pleases you, I need to use the bathroom very badly. I have for a while but I waited for your permission. I fear that if I do not go soon I will have an accident."

"Well pet we do not wish for you to have an accident now do we? Yes you may go, and while you are there you may remove your plug. Once you are done shower, fix your make-up and put on the new outfit that I laid out for you. I will be waiting in the workroom. You have twenty minutes do not keep me waiting"

"Thank You Master" with that she rose and half walked half ran to the bathroom.

With great relief she emptied her bladder, she then removed her plug from her ass. She winced in pain as she slid the plug out. Her ass twitched at the sudden emptiness. She washed the plug with soap and water and left on the sink as she showered. The water felt great on her body. She washed herself; taking care to make sure all of her most private parts were squeaky clean. After her shower she dried herself and took her plug and headed for her bedroom. She sat at her vanity and fixed her makeup she was amazed that true to their claims her lipstick was still passable and needed little touching up. Once she was done she pulled on her stockings and put on her Garter and Bra. Then slipped on the heals. She did appreciate the effect the heals had on her posture, but the feeling of not being quite balanced she could do without. If it was not for her Masters pleasure she would not wear them.

She then made her way to the basement workroom where her Master was waiting for her. She wondered what he had in mind. What she would have to endure for his pleasure. She knew what ever it was he would have her begging to for more before he was done.

He was waiting for her; she knew what was expected of her. She went to him and turned with her back to him. Her feet were planted just wider than shoulder width, reaching back lifting her hair out of the way. He then removed the Gold rope that represented her collar. She put her arms down at her side and waited. Her Master placed the collar on the workbench and picked up the first item, a leather collar. He held its ends in his hands and lowered it in front of her. She tilted her head back slightly and let him place it around the front of her neck. She then reached back with her hands and lifted her hair out of the way so that he could bring it around to the back of her neck and fasten it. She continued to hold her hair out of the way while he went to the workbench and retrieved a small black padlock. He put the lock through the clasp and with a click the collar was locked into place. When she heard the lock close she felt a shutter run through her, it was always that way, the feeling of total submission rushing through her very soul. She dropped her arms back to her side, and waited for her Master next move. 

Her Master then took leather wrist cuffs and locked them onto her wrist in the same fashion. Using double ended snap connectors he then pulled her arms above her and attached the wrist cuffs to eyehooks in the rafters. Her arms were spread at shoulder width. Although her body was not stretched in this position she was totally open for what ever he desired. 

For the first time since she entered the workroom he spoke, "Pet you have done well and this pleases me. You have almost done to well; I have very little reason to flog you. Knowing how hot a good flogging gets you it would be a shame not to come up with a reason to flog you. So lets just say you are being flogged for general discipline."




Reclaiming His pet



Her Master then went to the workbench and picked up two clothespins and came over and reached out and pinched her left nipple. He squeezed it hard and twisted and pulled it. She let a little squeal but held still knowing this is what was expected of her. He then carefully positioned one of the clothespins over her left nipple, and released it. She felt its bite as the jaws closed on her defenseless nipple. The sudden pain caused her to let out another squeal, as it shot straight to her cunt, like a bolt of electricity. He gave her little time to recover from the first clothespins when he was pinching, pulling, and twisting her right nipple. Then again the sudden bite of the other clothespin. She squealed again as the clothespin bit into the tender flesh of her nipple. As always to her amazement, the pain in her nipples went straight to her cunt and turned into the most delicious pleasure. 

Her Master then went to the workbench and picked up the flogger, a gift from her, one that she has came to love as much as hate. He swung it without warning a light blow to her back. One designed to measure his swing. She braced herself for what she knew was to follow. He started out slow, covering her backside from her shoulders to the backs of her thighs. Turning her skin a nice shade of pink. So far she had been able to take it and hold relatively still, but she knew that her resolve would not last long, he would have her dancing soon. 

Her Master then started again, this time the blows came harder and faster, with each blow her skin turned darker pink, and also caused her breast to jump causing fresh pain from the clothespins. As he worked his way done her body she was finding it harder to hold still and stifle her cries. He worked with a skill turning her skin deeper pink then red, she was moaning openly now, and letting out screams when the flogger came in contact with the tender underside of her ass just above her thighs. He continued his assault raining down blows harder as he went. Soon her resolve totally dissolved and she was crying out and dancing with every blow. Her backside felt like it was on fire, but the fire inside her cunt was even hotter.

He did not stop until his armed tired and he was satisfied with the color evenly spread over her skin. She was panting, tears running from her eyes, but she pleased him, never once calling out her safe word. He returned the flogger to the workbench and then the next thing she felt was his arms enveloping her from behind. As he snuggled against her back she moaned as her skin was tender and sensitive. He slid his finger down to her cunt. He found her cunt lips open and soaking wet. As he probed her cunt with one hand, his other was tweaking her clothes pinned nipples sending more jolts of electricity to her clit. She was going out of her mind with need. She was pushing her cunt against his fingers trying to encourage him to give her relief. Her nipples were screaming, but she could care less, all that matter now was her release. 

Her Master could sense her need and as he pushed her closer to her release he whispered into her ear, "pet, you will not cum without permission." She moaned and answered, "Please Master I need to cum, please let you're slut cum, please Master I beg you." His answer was for him to remove his hands from her breast and cunt and back away, leaving her hanging there panting and whining with need.

He left her hang until her panting stopped and she calmed down a bit. Then he released her wrist. And lead her over to the wooden table, and had her sit on the edge of it. He then went to the workbench and picked up a length of soft black cloth and covered her eyes with it. 

She let out a soft moan and felt a shiver as her world was plunged into the darkness of the blindfold. He then went to the workbench and picked up two cotton balls, which he carefully fit into her ear, then went and got another length of the soft black cloth. He found the center of the cloth and placed it against her lips. While he was wrapping the two ends around to the back of her head he made sure to cover her ears to hold the cotton in place. He pulled the first wrap tight and told her to open her mouth, which allowed the cloth to act like a bit. He then wrapped the two ends around her head in opposite directions then to the back of her head where he tied the ends together. Her mind was racing now, all she could see was blackness, and all she could hear was her heart pounding in her chest as a combination of fear and extreme excitement wracked her mind. She has yet to understand why being tortured as she was being, was such sweat pleasure.

Then he laid her back, positioning her so her ass was just at the edge of the table. Next he took a nylon tie down strap and attached it to an eyehook on one side of the table, ran it across her body and attached it to an eyehook on the other side. He then pulled it tight, pinning her body to the table. He then took a short length of rope and attached it to the D ring in one of her ankle cuffs and then ran it through an eyehook attached to the rafters. The eyehook was positioned on the rafters so when the rope was pulled her leg was pull up toward the rafters and off to one side. Her Master then repeated the process on her other ankle. When he was finished her legs were pulled up and spread wide leaving her ass and cunt fully exposed. 

As he put her back into bondage, now taking her movement a way from her the delicious feeling of being totally at her Master's mercy flowed over her. She was on such a sexual high that her need for release was all that mattered, and she would endure what ever she had to, to earn this release from her Master. 

Her Master then continued by taking two more short lengths of rope and attached them to the wrist cuffs. Then using the same eyehook he used for the respective ankle, he pulled her arms up and off to the side of her body. This opened her entire body to his pleasure. 

She was panting again as the intense bondage and being deprived of her basic senses of sight and sound had her mind on overload, Her cunt was screaming for relief, her heart was pounding, Her nipples throbbing and her Master just stood back and watched her struggle with her intense state of arousal. He knew he now had her where he now had to be careful because she was beyond the ability to signal him to stop. He knew from past experiences that even though all she had to do was call her safe word or hold up two fingers to say it was too much; she would not once she was this aroused. Her need for release was all consuming, all that mattered.

Her Master then went over to her and reached down and took a hold of the clothes pin on her right nipple and started to pull it straight up stretching her nipple.

She screamed into the gag, as the pain hit her mind a split second before it hit her cunt like a bolt of lighting. Her cunt spasmed and she could feel her cunt juice start running down across her upturned asshole. Then it just continued as he pulled until the clothespin popped off, which cause her to scream once more and caused the fire in her cunt to scream louder for relief. As soon as her nipple was released he clamped down on it with his mouth sucking hard on it causing the blood to rush back in that much faster. The constant pressure on her nipple from his sucking was making her nipples hyper sensitive. The next thing she felt was The other clothespin being pulled and her nipple being stretched and fresh pain being added to her already overloaded mind. Her cunt was on fire, her juices were running out of her. Then the clothespin popped off her other nipple. He immediately sucked her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it hard. Her head was flailing back and forth. Her whole body was shaking. He now knew she was ready. Time to give her what her body has been screaming for, RELEASE. 

He move up and put his lips close to her neck right below her ear. He then spoke "pet, I trust you can hear me, as your Master I now give you permission to cum."

With that he moved around the table pulled a chair over and sat down between her spread legs. He then leaned forward and blew on her engorged cunt lips. He watched as her cunts reaction was to spasm and release another flood of cunt juice. He then started licking and sucking on her cunt lips. Licking her slit from her asshole all the way but not quite to her clit. With each lick He would give her asshole a good licking then suck each of her cunt lips into his mouth pulling on the causing then to swell more. He continued his oral assault keeping her right on the edge so desperate to cum. She was bucking her hips as much as her bondage would allow. Then without warning he sucks her clit into his mouth and uses his tongue to smash it against his teeth. This is enough to push her over the edge. All of the sudden her mind explodes in a white hot flash as her Release hits her. As soon as her orgasm is full blown he stops abusing her clit and moves around to her side. He plunged three fingers into her hot and extremely wet cunt. As he fucked his fingers in and out of her cunt, He started rubbing her clit with his thumb. This launched her into another series of gut wrenching orgasms.

While he continued fucking his fingers in and out of her cunt he reached down and pinched her right nipple. This pushed her orgasm on even harder as her whole body went stiff and a muffled scream could be heard through her gag. Her cunt clamped down on his fingers, her orgasm lasted about another 15 seconds and she went completely limp. The last orgasm crashed into her causing her mind to overload in a brilliant flash of color then completely black.

It is not the first time that he had pushed her orgasm to complete overload. He went over and released her wrist and ankles. He removed the ropes but left the cuffs in place, he had other plans for them. He then removed the gag and blind fold. She was panting so hard it was almost like she was gasping for air. Her eyes were glazed over with a far away look. Her Master then ran his fingers over her nipples and quickly down to her cunt. As soon as his fingers came in contact with her cunt she moaned, "pppplllleeeeaassseeeennoooo mmmmoooooorrrreeee, ooooooo gggggggooooooddddd nnnnoooo mmmmmooooorrrreeeeeee...." 

Her Master took mercy on her and stepped back and let her calm down. While he watched her recover he coiled up the lengths of rope and put away all of the toys except for her cuffs and collar and a few leather straps with snap hooks at each end. 

He then helped her upstairs then lead her to the living room. He had her stand in position in the doorway while he moved her pet bed to beside his favorite chair. He then led her over to the pet bed. He had her kneel in a more relaxed position. Knees spread wide, but she was allowed to sit back on her haunches and keep her arms down in front of her palms down resting on her thighs. 

One simple command came from his mouth, "Stay" he then turned and headed for the kitchen. 

The command was not needed, as she knew she would not move until her gave her permission. Her mind was still spinning, as it always did when she was on such a sexual high. But the questions of how she could crave such things and get so much pleasure from the pain no longer mattered. All that mattered was pleasing her Master. 

A few minutes later he returned with a tray carrying two glasses of wine and a bowl of fresh strawberries. He set the tray down on a table beside his table and the sat in his chair. While patting his thigh her Master gave another simple command, "come here girl, come on" It rolled off his tongue like he was calling a loyal pet. 

She dropped to all fours and crawled over to him. 

Then another command, "sit." she immediately assumed her relaxed position at her Masters feet. He handed her her glass of wine and let her take a drink. He then took her glass and set it back on the tray. He then took a strawberry and fed it to her. He continued with the strawberries and wine, stroking her hair and running his hand across her face softly stroking her check and under her chin. The sexual heat was fading a bit, but it was being replaced with contentment. He was silent the whole time he attended to her. 

When the wine and the strawberries were gone he again gave one simple command, "stay." He then took the tray back to the kitchen. When he returned from the kitchen he past right by her and again called her as before, "come on girl, come on, time to go up stairs." 

She quickly followed on all fours until she got to the bottom of the steps. She knew she was allowed to walk up the steps so she stood and followed upstairs. As she got to the top step her Master was waiting and signaled her that it was ok to continue to walk. 

Once in the bedroom he had her remove her lingerie and then he took her to the edge of the bed and bent her over and reached down and slid his fingers over her cunt. That was all it took to start her juices flowing again. He then removed his clothing and walked up behind her and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit. When he had it covered in her juices he lined it up with her hole and slid it all the way in, in one stroke. She let out a moan and pushed back onto his cock. He started fucking her with nice slow strokes. Stoking the fire in her cunt again. The heat of her cunt and his own excitement soon had him pounding her from behind. She felt another orgasm coming on and out of know where she felt a sharp sting on her ass as he landed a swat, then another and another. The sudden sting pushed her over the edge. As her orgasm wracked her it sent him over the edge. With one more stroke he slammed his cock all the way in and held it there as it filled her cunt with his cum. He laid across her back for a few while he got his breath. He then got off her he then went over and picked up the leather straps and ran one between her ankle cuffs, and another one between her wrist cuffs. He then covered her up turn out the light and crawled into bed. As soon as he was situated the next command, "come her girl, come on." She quickly moved to snuggle up to her Master. He stoked her hair and whispered "You are so beautiful. You have pleased your Master. You have done very well tonight, I Love you, Good night pet." 

She simply said, "Thank you for allowing me to serve you Master, I Love You, good night Master"

She lay there listening to her Master, and once she heard is breathing fall into a deep restful pattern she allowed herself to relax. She felt so much more at peace with herself. She had her Master again. Sleep came easy, as she was quite exhausted from the day. 

She woke the next day to the smell of fresh coffee, and bacon. She lay in bed as she was still in her cuffs and collar and knew she had to wait for permission to get up. It was then that her Master appeared in the doorway with a cup of coffee. He set in on her vanity then went over and helped her out of bed. He then removed her cuffs and her leather collar. He then put her gold collar back on. He took her into his arms and kissed her tenderly and said, "good morning pet, enjoy your coffee and get a shower and join me in the kitchen for breakfast. We have a lot to talk about." 

"Yes Master" I will only be a few minutes. She then took her coffee and headed for the shower. Once she was done she head done to the kitchen in her robe. The table was set, there was fresh strawberries, orange juice, he had her sit and then filled her cup with more coffee. He then served her French toast and bacon. He sat and as they enjoyed their breakfast they discussed the previous night and working on getting back to where they were. They talked all morning until it was time to go to his mothers for an early dinner and pickup the kids. They had setup the rules again. He promised to not neglect his duties. She promised him to be obedient.

As they drove to his mother's house he felt relief that he had won his pet back. She was very relaxed and so happy that her Master had returned. They both know they have a long path ahead but now more than ever they look forward to where the path will lead.

To be continued... 



Reclaiming My Sex Life



Neither my body nor my dick asked to get old. Everything still looks good for my 57 years. However, the pill pushers said "Take this for blood pressure and this for cholesterol, this for allergy." With all those pills, good old reliable wasn't reliably raging every morning. In response to that complaint, and true to their calling, the docs said, "Take this for depression. Don't worry about staying hard or getting turned on, you are old now and don't need sex anyway."

Whether I used it or not, I wanted "Woody" back. I tapered off all the pills, started to eat better and began getting some exercise. It was time for a change anyway. Three trips a week to my local strip bar was getting boring. The little lovelies were as numerous and beautiful as ever. They like my money and they show off for me more than they should.  They see me as the fun, good tipping old guy of the bar. I could turn them inside out, take them places, be good to them and afford them but instead they tell me about their abusive boyfriends and out of control lives. Worst of all, the new ones call me "Sir."

Early morning jogging in Oregon is lonely but different each day. Rain, mist, fog, hatching beetles, clouds of pollen and more rain, make each day a questionable treat. One path is my favorite. It is always vacant and I feel like it is all mine. The track wanders through nicely planned stands of trees, little meadows, streams, benches and circuit training stations. One drizzly day, I was half finished my run, when I came up on an incorrectly dressed woman sitting on a bench in my park.

She had light brown skin, dark eyes and a sad face. She seemed to be about 35 and have a good shape. What made me stop was that her heavy coat and hair were wet. She had been outside a while.

"Can I sit on this end of your bench and catch my breath?"

She didn't look up or answer. "I jog here Monday, Wednesday and Friday but haven't seen you here before. Are you, OK? You look wet and cold. Can I help?"

Unsmiling she looked at me, "I'm all right. I just need to be alone."

I know when I'm being dismissed, "Sorry, I did not mean to intrude. Being alone is a bummer for me. You are too pretty to be so lonely and sad. Hope to see you smiling some day."

The wet thing was getting into her little compact car, while I was toweling off. I waved to her but got no response. A warm house, a hot shower and dry clothes sounded good.

Two days later the weather was more forgiving when I jogged toward her. She was in exactly the same place as before. "Can I sit on this end of your bench and catch my breath?"

"You said exactly the same words on Monday."

"That's my best line. It never works. But it does let me sit and talk with women in the park."

Like most women, she is much prettier when she smiles. Her name was Andrea; she was originally from Venezuela. We talked about her, for fifteen minutes before I asked, "I'll have to get going in a few minutes, but first, will you let me buy you a coffee at the swanky place next to the parking lot?" She had been missing playfulness and silliness for a long time.

She walked with me to my expensive treat, a six-foot by six-foot shack called "The Ritz Coffee." We sat at the only picnic table while "The Ritz" did a steady business from the drive through window.

Andrea was in a slump. Intel had laid her off, her husband had left her, her kids were grown and didn't have time for her and all her friends were distant now that she was single.

As the coffee disappeared, her spirits lifted. "Andrea, if you are here Friday, I would enjoy having coffee with you again and learning what all you like to do for fun."

"Maybe you can tell me a little about yourself. I see you wear a wedding ring."

"My wife has been disabled for many years. You're fun to talk to and I hope to see you Friday."

No Andrea on the rainy Friday or the cloudy Monday. When I parked my Jag on the sunny Wednesday, she was standing in a sweat suit by her car. I spoke first, "Hello Sexy, I thought, I had frightened you away, but now I understand, we just have a fair weather jogging relationship."

She was surprised by the 'Sexy' but let it pass. "I had interviews. Mind if I jog with you this morning?"

"Your company would be greatly appreciated, as long as, you don't run too fast and make me look bad. Did you get a new job?"

"No one wants an old woman."

"First you are not old. Second, the way you look in a jogging suit, I want you."

Andrea responded, "Thank you kind, Sir." The "Sir" didn't sound so bad from her. Off we went at a slow jog. We stopped often, leaning against trees and learning about each other. Time flew. 

About eleven I asked, "How about an early lunch? Right down the street is a great place for soup and a sandwich. I'll drive or we both can." To my surprise she agreed. I drove.

Over lunch, I discovered she liked movies, the beach, flowers and long walks. She had always wanted to go to exotic places but never had. Currently she had no hobbies, but wanted to take some painting classes. We took up the table all through the business lunch crowd, so when we left, I tipped the waitress well and thanked her for putting up with us. The waitress was quite over weight and even older than me. She looked at her tip, flirted with her eyes and said, "You're welcomed to take up my table any time."

Andrea poked me in the ribs and asked, "Do all the girls flirt with you."

"Usually just the ones I don't want. I'm still hoping you will."

I had to park quite a few cars away from Andrea's when we went back to the park. I walked her to her car, "Thanks for having lunch with me. You are good company." I leaned down and kissed her cheek.

"Can you do better than that?"

I slipped both hands into her hair and tilted her head to me and kissed her properly. When her eyes stayed closed I kissed her again and pushed the tip of my tongue against her lips. She let me in and we shared a soft exploratory kiss.

Andrea leaned against her car with her legs slightly open. "That definitely was better."

"I need one more for practice and then I have to get going for today." I stepped into her, my right thigh tight into her crotch. My kiss let her know that I wasn't lying about wanting her.

Her timing was perfect. As I started to pull away, she reached out, holding me in place. My cock was rock hard. She noticed and pressed into me, tilting her hips so her pussy rubbed against my thigh. I cupped her left breast and squeezed her nipple lightly. Our last kiss of the day was a long and promising. I sucked her tongue and she returned the favor.

Andrea's half closed eyes looked at me, "I really felt that kiss."

"Where did you feel it, Beautiful?"

She took my hand from her breast and pushed it down between her legs. She was warm and moist, even through her sweats.

"You are making me dizzy. I would love to touch you, taste you and kiss you where you are holding my hand."

Her demeanor changed quickly and she took both my hands and held them between us. "I have probably made you think I am very forward and experienced. My ex is the only man I ever had sex with and he was not into giving oral sex."

"I wasn't thinking at all. My body was responding to you. I just told you exactly what I wanted. I'm sorry for coming on so strong. I can control myself. Have dinner with me, so we can get to know one another. I promise to stay in control."

"You didn't come on too strong, just playful in a way that scared me a little. I find you fun and would love to go to dinner with you. Don't stay completely in control; just don't expect that I know as much as you do."

"What is you favorite kind of food? And don't try to say you like it all."

"French, Chinese, Mexican or a steak. I'm not into Italian, Greek or stuff like that."

"Great I know a wonderful steak place with a dance floor and a great atmosphere for me to get lost in your eyes. I'll try not to step on your feet or embarrass you too much. You just tell me where and I'll pick you up at seven, Saturday evening."

Andrea agreed to our date, gave me her telephone number and address, and then added, "This is all new for me. I'm surprised but I like the strength and assertiveness, I feel from you."

"Pretty lady, don't encourage me, I find you too desirable. I already want to sweep you off your feet, take you to bed and make love with you all night."

She was shaken again. "I'm apologize again, Andrea, I didn't mean to shock you. We are both old enough to speak truthfully. Let's just enjoy spending time together and being playful with each other. I'm always naughty but I will not cross your lines, where ever you draw them."

When she bent over to put her towel in the trunk, I swatted her lightly on the behind. She looked at me rather funny. "I really wanted to bite it." She smiled, we shared a quick kiss and off she went.

Andrea lived in a neat and tidy three-room apartment not far from the park. She was ready when I arrived so we went strait to dinner. We both cleaned up rather well, I thought. She was 5'6," in her three-inch heels and her shape was much better than I had expected. Her breasts were good-sized C's and she probably weighted 130 pounds. The depressed look was gone.

"Ruth's Chris Steakhouse" was excellent as usual. We talked, held hands and danced, becoming close. During our fourth dance, I told her, "Andrea, I enjoy your company and I love the way you feel against me."

"You say that to all the girls."

"No, I'm being serious. You're smart and fun to talk with; you have interests and opinions. You have taken care of your body and you enjoy being a woman. The package is very sensuous."

She snuggled close, "If you are trying to soften me up, it working."

"I'm glad but I was trying to pay you a sincere compliment. Just say, 'Thank You.'"

"Thank You."

When we arrived back at Andrea's apartment, she asked, "Would you like to come up for a coffee or a night cap?"

"Yes, but only if that is what you want."

She took my hand, lead me to her door and handed me her keys. Just inside she slipped off her heels. 

"Do you want me to take off my shoes too?"

"If you want to. My feet just hurt. I don't have any rules like, 'No shoes in the house.'"

As the coffee began brewing, Andrea sat down across from me at the kitchen table. "Take off your panty hose and I'll rub your feet while the coffee brews."

When she stood, I thought she would leave the room and do as I asked, but she stopped and said, "You do it."

As I knelt before her and slipped my hands slowly up her legs to her waist and curled my fingers into the waistband, I had one of those horrible male performance thoughts. This could be my first time in a long time. What if I let Andrea down and "Woody" didn't work. My lips pressed into her stomach and I worked her pantyhose over her hips, down her legs and off her tiny feet. I had taken the liberty of removing her panties at the same time.

She saw what I did. Her eyes sparkled at me, "Naughty boy."

I looked up into her eyes and slowly brought her panties to my nose and inhaled. The wonderful scent of her, forced my eyes closed. When I opened them, Andrea's eyes were full of desire. I stood in front of her, letting my hand trail up under her skirt and my middle finger slip between her pussy's lips. She tensed, as if to object, but my finger was gone by then. My mouth closed over hers. When she kissed back I pulled away, put my finger to her lips and then brought my mouth back to hers. We both licked her wetness from my finger.

I shared my first thoughts, "The taste of you is going to make the coffee taste bitter."

Her eyes were just slits and her breathing was labored. Andrea recovered a little and gave me her first thoughts, "Damn."

We just held each other a minute or so until she remembered the coffee, "I'm sure the coffee is ready now. We'll add sugar if we have to."

We talked about her interview schedule, furnishings, how much she had lost in her divorce and, "If money were no object," where she would like to visit in the world.

Both of us were turned on but did not know how to move to the next level. About eleven, I spoke up, "Andrea, you and I both have early days tomorrow. Before I go would you do a favor for me?"

"Yes, sure."

"Sit in that overstuffed chair in the living room for me."

Andrea gave me a very skeptical look but followed me and sat down in the big chair. I knelt in front of her, pushed her knees up onto the arms of the chair and pulled her forward. She was spread wide and her bottom was hanging just off the edge of the cushion.  She started to say something or object, but stayed quiet when I looked into her eyes and touched her lips with my finger.

My mouth was watering when my lips touched her wet, anxious pussy. I kissed all around her slit and sucked the larger, slightly handing lips that framed her slit. Andrea handled all that in stride but when my tongue licked from near her rosebud to near her clit she inhaled and forgot to exhale. Several more passes and she remembered.  I licked for a few minutes before my tongue passed over her little button and my lips closed gently over it and sucked her. A quiet appreciative moan escaped her lips. She instinctively held my head assuring that my active tongue stayed exactly where she wanted it. Her legs involuntarily tried to open wider for me.

Andrea was enjoying the tongue lashing of her clit but she seemed to need more. When my index and middle finger invaded her wet pussy, we discovered exactly what she needed. She groaned softly, keeping pace with my fingers as they pushed all the way into her. When my fingers drug slowly back, resting on her g-spot, pressing and rubbing. This was obviously a new feeling her. At first she was quiet and still. The intense sensations took over her mind and body. She was totally mine now, to control, as I wanted.

She got close; I backed off. When I started again her body was more demanding. Again I backed off. As I started to rub again I was a little rougher. Andrea was sweating, rocking her hips, making pleading sounds. Her eyes were rolled back and her stomach muscles were starting to tremble. That wonderful totally female low rumble started inside her and she almost screamed, "O MY GOD" as she crushed my face to her cunt and gushed as she came. I drank what I could from her but most of her wonderful juice coated my neck and shirt.

Her body was still convulsing when she started pushing me away from her super sensitive clit. I let her push me away but kept my fingers inside her, leaned forward and laid my head on her breasts as she came down. When my fingers did begin to work slowly out of her she winced from the painful pleasure.

I lifted up and put my wet hands on either side of her neck and whispered into her ear, "Your body is wonderful, Andrea. My entire body is screaming for more. To take you, feel you move against me, to feel me buried deep into your belly and to struggle for control as your body sucks me." I lowered my lips to hers and we shared the tastes of coffee and her hot, wet pussy.

I stood and pulled a speechless Andrea up to me, "It's getting late, Beautiful. I have to go. Tuesday night at seven, let's go for a wonderful Chinese dinner. Call me on my cell tomorrow morning and confirm that is a good time for you."

We kissed at her door. I was very cold in my wet shirt.

About ten a.m. my cell phone rang. "Tom, last night was the wildest experience of my life. I never had any idea that sex could be like that. I thought the g-spot and squirting were not true. I never came that hard before."

"Well, Hello and Good Morning, Andrea. That body of yours can give you much greater pleasure than you felt last night. My tongue, hands and body want much more of you."

"I do want to go to dinner with you Tuesday."

"I don't believe that was the end of your thought. You had a 'but' you wanted to add."

"Can we go a little slower? I have a lot of conflicting thoughts. You are married."

"Andrea, I only want to do what you are comfortable with. You can ask me anything you would like and I promise to answer truthfully. I won't push. We might just sit and talk all night or at least until they close the restaurant. You direct. Dinner, conversation and a Good Night kiss will be fine."

We talked another few minutes and I asked her to bring me a copy of her resume.

On the way to the restaurant, it was obvious that Andrea was getting depressed about not finding a job. I read her resume over cocktails in the bar. She had worked up to executive secretary, then administrative assistant, all in the financial world. Her bookkeeping skills were good and she had developed some supervision skills. For the last couple of months, I had been consulting with a company of five talented metal workers. They wanted to grow but they all hated business side of their job. They had no talent for the paperwork, scheduling, ordering or selling. Andrea did not know where I slipped off to right before we were taken to our table.

Dinner was wonderful. We both needed practice with our chopsticks. As we arrived back in front of Andrea's apartment, I didn't wait for her to invite me up. "Andrea, I want you to make us coffee. I need about an hour to talk something over with you."

As the coffee perked, "Will you go on an interview tomorrow at 9 a.m?" She was definitely taken back. "What is it? Where? And what for?"

"Andrea this is on the up-u-up. I know a small company that desperately needs an office manager. There are five metal artists, whose business has grown beyond their control. They are very talented. If their business was controlled and directed, they could be very successful. If you are interested, I would like to talk with you about the position and its requirements for a while."

For the next hour, I made sure that she could handle the position and gave her an overview.

"Andrea, you get a good night's sleep. Wear slacks for the interview. From time to time you'll probably have to lend a hand in the shop. If you get the job, you will be a one person show for a few months."

I'm sure she did not sleep all night. That didn't matter, she was a great hit with Craig, Tom, Sam, Jim and Jim. She starts Monday. I knew all that, and more, before she got home and called me. During her call to me, she went quiet, "There is so much that I forgot to ask."

"Such as?"

"We only talked about wages and benefits in general terms."

"Andrea, just this once, I'll answer for the guys. Your salary will be $55,000 plus medical benefits. Over the next year, they need to set up and operate as an LLC, establish a retirement program, get completely up on a system like 'Quick Books Pro and design a profit sharing program. They pay too much, in taxes and are too free with money. You should volunteer to make all that happen for them and demand to be part of the LLC and the profit sharing program. When you pull it all off on schedule, you should demand a bonus."

"I don't know how to do all that."

"No one does the first time. I do. You have the Internet, contacts and I'll help you a little, if you want. I think, it's time you went for the brass ring. I have an office in my home. If you want to come over, learn and work out a time line, I'll give you the address."

She arrived at the side door to my office about an hour later, looking like a schoolgirl going on a date. "Andrea, this is going to be a little rough. Brace yourself. When we go out for dinner, we are there to relax and enjoy each other. If you come to my office, I'll work your butt off and expect you to be prepared and very professional. Get that old laptop off the shelf, some pens, pads and blank planning charts and get yourself set up in the meeting room." 

She was in shock. First, my home office was bigger than her apartment; second, she had never been totally in charge of an office and third, she had just been dressed down by a man who licked her to orgasm just a few nights ago.