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CHAPTER 5
I made the decision that I was going to live with Jake. My job was in Atlanta, though. When I told Jake of my absolute decision, he was concerned. It wasn’t his desire or eagerness to have me as his committed partner, that was a given. But, it was a considerable concern that I might someday resent giving up my job if it were to come to that. I didn’t question his desire, his almost desperate desire, to have me with him in his life. So, when he was willing to risk that by arguing the opposite for my sake, it was just another reason in my mind why I knew I was making the right choice. Jake had changed my life and my feeling about myself. In the time since that fateful encounter in the coffee shop months and months ago, he represented a fulfillment and joy I had not experienced or considered possible in my life. As good as my job was for me, it was still a job and I could find another if I wanted that later. Besides, Jake had long ago convinced me that I held a strong negotiating position with the company to create a remote position for myself if I was able to bring in new clients and provide the same analysis and support my manager expected. It would still mean some travel to Atlanta to support my manager, but travel was a part of Jake’s life, too.
With my negotiation with my manager going well, I began stretching every other weekend into three days and making the trip to Jake’s by driving from Atlanta to just north of Cape Coral, Florida. It was an eight-hour drive and I was tired by the time I arrived at the end, but the worst drive was always returning to Atlanta, though Jake sometimes joined me on the drive and flew back or left for a trip from Atlanta.
On one such trip to his house, he surprised me with a challenge that I had to go back to a comment I made about walking down the street naked if he wanted me to. It wasn’t the street, but it was well outside the privacy of the yard.
He caught me Friday night. I was tired from the drive, unloading the car of another load of clothes and personal items and sorting them into the closet and dresser he had ready for me. A house like this is not limited when it comes to closet space. All of my clothes would barely fill half of the closet that was now mine. I parked my five-year-old Honda Accord in front of the garage. I hadn’t planned on the first challenge from him. Upon entering the house and going to the back to greet King, he stopped me as I re-entered the house. I was still dressed. We had talked about a no-clothes rule for me, a rule I had honored but not rigidly. With my moving in, it seemed the rule was becoming a rigid rule with the caveat when there were no guests. As I found out with John, that didn’t mean someone else in the house, it meant if Jake defined them as a guest or intimate friend. The intimate part I knew would be expanding.
I took off my clothes and took them to the bedroom where I dropped them on the bed, then made my way back to the garage. The lack of planning was that I had parked the car with the front pointed to the garage. That meant I had to walk to the back of the car in broad daylight to continue emptying the car. Even though much of the front yard was blocked by landscaping, the garage had a direct view out to the street. Jake followed me out but wasn’t going to make this any easier for me. But, I wasn’t going to give in. I was still on the property, after all; could they really arrest me?
I managed to empty the car without anyone walking by on the sidewalk and only one car driving by, but even then, I was able to scurry back to the garage with an arm load of boxes with a minimal chance of being seen. Needless to say, I was very turned on by the display potential and understood better how much a simple act of exhibitionism could affect me.
I found it interesting and a matter of curiosity that he didn’t fuck me or have me suck him when I was done. I was so sexually attuned to him that it seemed a natural welcoming activity for us and he usually initiated it. When I moved on him, he gently indicated he had something in mind later. He didn’t even have me be mounted by King. By the time we finished dinner, I was recognizing a very unfamiliar feeling when around Jake: sexual frustration.
After dinner, we watched a movie in the theater room. It was an amazing experience, almost like being in a theater, but very personal. When it was very dark, he made his move. By this time, my body was screaming for some satisfaction after being away from him for a couple weeks, now being held off for some reason, but I knew his reason would eventually come and it would be good.
He led me out to the center of the house and onto the patio in back. He scooped up King’s leash and he came running just from seeing the leash being held. I looked at Jake for some indication of what was happening. Should I go into the house to dress or was he, for some reason, taking King out by himself? As it turned out, and I might have ventured a guess, it was neither. He clipped the leash onto King and handed it to me, then led us to the back of the property where it connected to the golf course by a wide area of rough, trees, and brush. I stopped right outside the gate, staring out into the darkened landscape.
He told me what he wanted. I was wearing sandals but otherwise still naked. He wanted me to walk King down the course. He would follow to keep me in sight whenever the moonlight allowed but at a distance. He would let me know when I had gone far enough. I wasn’t that familiar with the course. I had used it for several runs early in the morning before too many golfers were out, but never in the way to become aware of terrain and landmarks, especially in the dark.
He gave me a smack on the butt and I started down the cart path, King falling in step with me as he has done on so many other walks. I was trying to decide whether it would be better to stay on the car path or to use the fairway. The cart path was closer to private property, but was more often inside trees and therefore shadow. The fairway was further from houses but more in the open.
After walking what seemed to be three holes, Jake called out from behind me. I wanted to shush him, but I saw this was a location that was quite far from any home. He came up to me all smiles and very pleased. Now to find out what else he had in mind.
He pointed across the fairway and green to a tee box on the other side. Just short of the tee box was a wooden bench. I led King in that direction and let Jake catch up to us. Just short of the bench, he told me what he wanted me to do. I had already figured it out.
Arriving at the bench, I reached underneath King and stroked his sheath until I felt the tip of his cock peeking out. I dropped to my knees with him standing and bent my head to capture his expose cock tip between my lips. I sucked out the precum, which has proven to be a stimulation for him that he enjoyed as much as I did. In moments, I felt enough cock in my mouth to assure a good penetration that would last. I stood up and placed my hands on the seat of the bench and spread my legs. King, such a gentleman and considerate lover, moved his snout between my legs and began licking my pussy. He needn’t have been concerned with my being wet and ready, however, and someday he may come to accept that, if dogs retain that kind of memory.
I slipped a hand back and nudged his snout away from my ass, then patted my butt several times, adding the work, “mount”. He did, too. He jumped his front onto my back and moved in for the penetration. My hand was ready and waiting for him and his penetration was complete after two probes of his penis. I gasped at the deep penetration, then muffled a cry as his penis drove fully into my pussy on the next thrust. I didn’t know if someone might come out to investigate the cries and sounds of a woman on the course at night, but it would certainly be embarrassing if they found me out here knotted to the dog.
It was harder to stifle my cry when the knot finally pushed inside. I allowed my body to shift forward, shifting my hands and arms to the back of the bench as King continued to frantically thrust at me, the knot constricting his ability, but his body continued to slam into me even though when he pulled back, he moved my body with his. He climaxed quickly and I with him or shortly after. I felt his cock and knot swell inside me, then jerk and grow rigid as his body pressed harder against me to drive his cock tip as far in as possible. When his first spurt of dog cum shot into me, I was already in my orgasm. It was delicious, made more so by the act consummating, not only outside but outside of the privacy of our property.
Jake patiently watched the entire thing, standing to the side where he could watch the coupling and its conclusion. As I recovered from my orgasm, still knotted to King, I saw a giant, black cock dangling in front of my face. I smiled, not even looking up, but stuck out my tongue and licked the length of it. I used a hand to raise it horizontally and slipped my lips around the head. It quickly became hard as I tried, vainly and unsuccessfully, to take him into my throat.
When King’s knot deflated enough to pull out of my pussy, I quickly glanced under me and saw in the faint light of the moon, a steady stream of the dog’s cum. I also saw bare legs come up behind me, then that wonderful cock pressed against my pussy opening. I sighed at the touch of it, then gasped as he smoothly and steadily pressed it home. After several more strokes, I felt his hips pressing against my butt and the head of his cock impacting the top of my vagina. I smiled and sighed at the memory that flooded my mind: the first time I had trouble taking much of this wonderful cock; now, I was taking the whole thing.
My pussy was very well lubricated so I settled in for a longer fucking than King gave me. And Jake didn’t let me down. He kept me in the same position that King took me. Maybe it was an added element of domination. I was fucked by his dog in this position, now he was taking me in exactly the same position.
Jake joined me in Atlanta for what we hoped to be the final push to convince the company to allow me the ability to work remotely from Cape Coral, FL. My Account Manager had become convinced after my presentation to him and even commented to me how impressed he was with the presentation and argument, that it showed a side of me he hadn’t seen before. He didn’t want to lose me and could see how this relationship was, in a way, building something within me.
After winning the approval of the company executives over client accounts, they would schedule IT guys to bring computer and software applications to the house in Florida. They would ensure for the company that the Wi-Fi and internet connections were secure with proper firewalls to protect all accessible client data and records. That would happen within a couple weeks so we could arrange for the packing and moving of the rest of my belongings including my bicycle, the furnishings we agreed on, and the rest of my clothes, though Jake felt I required more sexy, even ultra-sexy, dresses, negligees, and outfits for his taste. Even little aside comments like that as we worked sent tingles through my body.
I was all but moved in with Jake, a new, wonderful life about to become a reality instead of a trial, a what-if, an experiment to test our compatibility. We tested over the past many months our compatibility. He tested me, challenged me, dared me into new and different situations representing a relationship that would be built on my submissive desires and his ability, his strength, to provide for me and keep me secure. It was a fulfillment of a dream for me. It wasn’t without its own challenges for Jake who was a kind, caring, protective and supporting man. The idea of taking control of another person to release that person, especially someone who he felt strongly for was something he worked on, struggled with to an extent.
But, we felt we really were ready now. Everything was in place. We had overcome all the obstacles. All but one, that is. Dr. Jenna.
Dr. Jenna requested a meeting, a final evaluation discussion. As she put it, for her benefit if not ours. That seemed a bit confusing to both Jake and me. We had each been the patient, how would it be of benefit to her?
Our appointment was set for well after normal office hours on her insistence. In fact, when we arrived, Dr. Jenna met us at her door to let us in. Even her associate/receptionist, Beth Harrelson, had left for the day. Both Jake and I had gotten to know Beth fairly well from our visits.
We met in her office after she locked the outside door. After a brief discussion explaining what she hoped for the meeting, she asked to meet with me privately. Jake let his hand slide over my shoulders as he passed behind me. I raised my left hand to touch his as it left my shoulder.
She asked how everything was going, what I thought of the relationship, his home, how Jake seemed, his friends … as much as she could pull out of me. I assured her at every question, probe, and turn that I was good and happy.
“I’m not sure what you are probing for if you feel you have reasons for concern, but I am being honest and forthright with you. I am not only happy about the past months and how our relationship has gone and grown, but I am excited, even anxious, looking forward to what could be coming next and then next after that. Does this make sense to you, Doctor? Because it does to me. This is the physical world realization of what we talked about during all those sessions. This is putting the same elements of my athletic and professional lives into my personal and intimate life. That was what we talked about, finding that person I had the utmost respect for, who I had the highest degree of trust in, and who was strong enough to give me confidence and courage when I might be tempted to question or doubt.” I leaned forward in my chair toward her. “That’s what I have, that’s who I found.”
She asked what has happened so far. In the sense of my being submissive, what has been ventured between us? I described the things we have done, the things he has had me do. She seemed surprised, maybe even a bit shocked all of that had happened so quickly.
“How does all of that make you feel? How does doing those things make you feel about yourself and about him?”
I chuckled. “I know what you are thinking. Isn’t this just more of the same? Some man taking advantage of me for his pleasure and to be used for his and other’s pleasure.” I looked her steadily in the eyes for impact. “You would be right, of course, that some of the things are the same. He did share me with a friend I had never even heard of before that day. And, yes, he had me pleasure his dog.” I giggled and she looked at me curiously. “What I didn’t share was that the dog pleasured me, first.” Her mouth had turned up at the corners. “The differences are huge, though. Before, I felt forced, coerced, and threatened. I didn’t have anyone’s respect, I was being used. Jake … wow, Jake … Jake is so different. I can tell this is new territory for him. Jake is caring, sensitive, and protective. For him to take on this role … for me … it means so much to me. He didn’t tell me, command me, about approaching his friend, John, to suck him and make love to him. It was just little things that told me that was what he wanted. It made me excited. It made me tingle and aroused that he wanted that for me. I wanted to do it. Yes, a big part of that is to please Jake, to serve him … my natural tendencies, right? But, another part was that I wanted to do it because it excited me. Jake has tapped into that understanding about me. He understands that I have a high sexual energy and need. He knows he can help satisfy that and protect me along the way.” I looked at her intently. “Do you understand what I am trying to say?”
She didn’t respond at first. Then she leaned back in her chair and a smile grew on her face and she lowered her gaze onto me. “Yes … yes, I do. You’re happy, content, satisfied, but most of all you are feeling fulfilled for maybe the first time in your life.” She chuckled, “Did I get that right?” I nodded, my face beaming. “And, Lara, I believe you.” She leaned forward and gazed intently at me, “Can I ask you a deeply personal question?” I said, of course. “How do you feel about him? Given everything you have said, what does that translate into for you? How would you express that?”
I considered her question and if I should answer it, but this was Dr. Jenna for crying out loud. With more nervousness in my voice than I expected, “I love him. I would do anything for him.”
She considered that, then looked up at me, “Have you told him that, yet?”
I shook my head, “No. Our relationship is moving really fast, but … I think we need to settle into this, don’t you?” Was I asking her or tell her? I wasn’t even sure. But, she was nodding, saying she agreed.
Then, she asked for some time to speak with Jake alone. I went into the reception area and we traded places, now me killing time in the small area outside her office. I sat down, then got right back up. I was wondering what they were now talking about. Me, probably. I worried if there was something I said that she might repeat to Jake, but I pushed that out of my mind. She wouldn’t do that to me.
Normally, Beth would be there and provide some relief from the waiting, but this was after hours. I wandered behind Beth’s desk, feeling a little guilty like I was snooping and finally admitted that I was, but only to kill the time. I wouldn’t invade the privacy of the drawers in her desk, but I did scan her desktop. People often had little things of personal meaning on their desks and Beth wasn’t any different. There wasn’t a lot, but there was a framed picture … of Beth? It seemed taken of her by surprise by someone she was enjoying the time with because she was clearly very relaxed and spontaneous. It appeared to be taken at an arboretum or flower show. The picture was Beth looking back through a mass of flowers, her face radiating her delight. There was something written on the picture. I looked at the door to the office and picked up the frame, it read, “To, my Beth. This day was an absolute joy, THANK YOU! J”
J? I looked at the office door and back to the picture of Beth and how happy she was. Jenna?
* * * * *
Dr. Jenna ran through a similar series of questions and probes with Jake as she had with Lara. She asked how everything was going, what he thought of the relationship, me in his home, how I seemed in quiet moments, … again, as much as she could pull out of him. His responses were similar, assuring her at every question, probe, and turn that he was good and happy in every way in the relationship.
She smiled, “I’m not surprised. She indicated the same. I can’t, won’t tell you her precise answers and comments, but I will assure you she is feeling the same way.” He blew out a breath of air as if that was a relief for him to hear. She smiled. “You were worried?”
He squirmed in his chair. He had spent hours like this with her, many were decidedly uncomfortable as she dug deeper into him in her special way. “I don’t know that ‘worried’ is the right word. Let’s say, ‘relieved’. Jenna, this isn’t a natural role in a relationship for me. My nature is to be caring, sensitive to the woman, and protective.” He noticed her face change into a smile. “What?”
“Oh, she used those exact words in describing how you would naturally be in a relationship with a woman.” He chuckled.
“I guess that’s the thing. I am all those things with her but in different ways. I mean, how would I even insinuate to another woman that maybe she should let the dog lick her out. Or, that maybe she should make love to my buddy? I probably couldn’t. I’d be too ‘sensitive’ to her feelings or something to let it happen. But, Lara … no, Lara, it’s different. She’s excited by it. Heck, I think she anticipates it. Sure, she was surprised with the dog licking her to orgasm, but after that, it was like she anticipated it would go further. The question must have been only, how?”
“So, you’re really convinced it excites her?”
He looked at her. Was she challenging something based on what Lara said? “Yes, yes. I am convinced. Do you know how I am convinced?” She shook her head and he saw it in her eyes. It was why he was good at protecting people, he could see things in other people’s eyes, even quick glimpses. “She’s wet.” He saw the surprise of the statement on her face. “Yes, she’s wet. She’s almost always wet. At least around me, she is. I’ve come to just accept that she is anticipating what might come next. Will I take her in the kitchen, send her out to the dog? I’ve asked her to be naked so she is available. Do you know what her first reaction was?” She shook her head. She was amazed at what she was hearing. This was a classic case of submissiveness to please and serve. “She stripped right in the family room. And, she won’t have clothes on unless there are guests. But, she dresses sexy very often, though basically nude.” He studied the doctor and she was trying to hold his gaze and not look away, which was what she desperately wanted to do, to break the gaze so he might not see how much this was affecting her. “If you had ever asked me what kind of woman would be my ideal, I would have told you the kind of woman I have always sought: strong, assertive, self-assured, and independent. They were the kind of women I seemed to attract. I would never have thought of Lara. But, we are perfect.”
“Why do you say, perfect?” It was a perfect opening for her to divert her mind.
“Simple really. Understanding who and what she is and knowing who I am, it just took some realigning see that a twist of our lines meshed perfectly. Our personalities seemed opposite, but together we mesh. She needed someone who would respect her, be strong for her, guide her, and reinforce her. With that support, she could release herself to grow and expand. Once I realized that my image of a woman was the societal ‘be all you can, hear me roar’ woman might be great, that woman didn’t need me. A woman like Lara would, though.” He took a deep breath and sighed it out as if he was about talked out from emotional fatigue. “If I guessed, I would have to say that she probably would say our relationship provides a way for her to be fulfilled. I hope so, anyway. I realized, though, the relationship is doing the same for me. I never knew it, but I was yearning for someone to take care of. Is that nuts?”
She shook her head. “No, not nuts at all and I think you are right, even about yourself. Let me ask one more thing, Jake. You’ve expressed in wonderful ways the mechanism of the relationship’s functioning. What is your personal, emotional expression of her?”
He smiled, “You’re concerned about her, of course.” He hesitated and looked into the doctor’s eyes, then his smile grew larger. “Simple, really. I love her. And before you ask where this might be going, my intentions long term, eventually, when the time is right for us, we’ll be married.”
“Have you said that to her?”
He smiled, “No. We’re taking steps.” She smiled, remembers the same words for me.
She went on to offer some advice, which he appreciated. She told him that I needed respect, that I was a proud person. Any reference to Dom/Sub language should only be at my initiative, not required or directed by him. He smiled, mentioning that sometimes the word ‘Sir’ did come out. He agreed with her.
* * * * *
We were both back in the office. She stated how happy she was for us. Our building relationship seemed founded on a strong understanding of respect and trust. She even said she envied us. That seemed strange at the moment.
Jake confirmed that she was going to be at the ceremony we were planning. She said she wouldn’t miss it for anything, but, “Often the invitation will say ‘plus one’. This didn’t.” Jake told her we were wanting to make sure who was coming for obvious reasons. She smiled, but pushed, “May I bring a ‘plus one’?”
I looked at Jake, then at the doctor, “Beth.” It wasn’t a question but a statement.
She blushed, “I’m not going to ask how you guessed that. Yes, Beth.” We immediately agreed. She then told us that she would be sending us the complete files of our visits. There wouldn’t be any record of us being patients. Jake asked why. She felt that her participation and support of us might be misconstrued if someone were to press the issue with the licensing board.
But, before we left, she asked me to undress. I looked with some surprise at her, then at Jake. “No. We agreed that my level of submissiveness can easily be taken advantage of, as it has in the past. As much as I trust you, Doctor, I have given that power to Jake.” She smiled and congratulated me and us. Then she looked at Jake.
He laughed, “I know what this is about. Lara, please stand up and get undressed.”
I looked at him in surprise, but I was already standing and my fingers working the buttons on my blouse. I kicked off my shoes as I open my slacks and began pushing them down my legs. I unclipped my bra, then pushed my panties down, dumping all the clothes as they came off onto the desk.
Jake was still smiling and watching the Doctor. “Now, move to Jenna’s side with your feet at shoulder’s width. She is curious about something I said.”
I did as he said and watched as her hand moved from the armrest of her chair to a point inches below my pussy between my legs. She looked up at me, then her gaze fixed on my cleaned pussy. I felt her fingers pressed into my mound, a finger slipping between my lips.
“My god! She is, she’s wet!” I flushed terribly at the exclamation. “But, you’ve been out in the waiting room being bored silly.”
With her finger still between my lips, I turned my eyes to Jake. “Not with him around. I’ve learned that something might happen at any time. You would think this would be a safe place from teasing, but look what happened.”
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I made the decision that I was going to live with Jake. My job was in Atlanta, though. When I told Jake of my absolute decision, he was concerned. It wasn’t his desire or eagerness to have me as his committed partner, that was a given. But, it was a considerable concern that I might someday resent giving up my job if it were to come to that. I didn’t question his desire, his almost desperate desire, to have me with him in his life. So, when he was willing to risk that by arguing the opposite for my sake, it was just another reason in my mind why I knew I was making the right choice. Jake had changed my life and my feeling about myself. In the time since that fateful encounter in the coffee shop months and months ago, he represented a fulfillment and joy I had not experienced or considered possible in my life. As good as my job was for me, it was still a job and I could find another if I wanted that later. Besides, Jake had long ago convinced me that I held a strong negotiating position with the company to create a remote position for myself if I was able to bring in new clients and provide the same analysis and support my manager expected. It would still mean some travel to Atlanta to support my manager, but travel was a part of Jake’s life, too.
With my negotiation with my manager going well, I began stretching every other weekend into three days and making the trip to Jake’s by driving from Atlanta to just north of Cape Coral, Florida. It was an eight-hour drive and I was tired by the time I arrived at the end, but the worst drive was always returning to Atlanta, though Jake sometimes joined me on the drive and flew back or left for a trip from Atlanta.
On one such trip to his house, he surprised me with a challenge that I had to go back to a comment I made about walking down the street naked if he wanted me to. It wasn’t the street, but it was well outside the privacy of the yard.
He caught me Friday night. I was tired from the drive, unloading the car of another load of clothes and personal items and sorting them into the closet and dresser he had ready for me. A house like this is not limited when it comes to closet space. All of my clothes would barely fill half of the closet that was now mine. I parked my five-year-old Honda Accord in front of the garage. I hadn’t planned on the first challenge from him. Upon entering the house and going to the back to greet King, he stopped me as I re-entered the house. I was still dressed. We had talked about a no-clothes rule for me, a rule I had honored but not rigidly. With my moving in, it seemed the rule was becoming a rigid rule with the caveat when there were no guests. As I found out with John, that didn’t mean someone else in the house, it meant if Jake defined them as a guest or intimate friend. The intimate part I knew would be expanding.
I took off my clothes and took them to the bedroom where I dropped them on the bed, then made my way back to the garage. The lack of planning was that I had parked the car with the front pointed to the garage. That meant I had to walk to the back of the car in broad daylight to continue emptying the car. Even though much of the front yard was blocked by landscaping, the garage had a direct view out to the street. Jake followed me out but wasn’t going to make this any easier for me. But, I wasn’t going to give in. I was still on the property, after all; could they really arrest me?
I managed to empty the car without anyone walking by on the sidewalk and only one car driving by, but even then, I was able to scurry back to the garage with an arm load of boxes with a minimal chance of being seen. Needless to say, I was very turned on by the display potential and understood better how much a simple act of exhibitionism could affect me.
I found it interesting and a matter of curiosity that he didn’t fuck me or have me suck him when I was done. I was so sexually attuned to him that it seemed a natural welcoming activity for us and he usually initiated it. When I moved on him, he gently indicated he had something in mind later. He didn’t even have me be mounted by King. By the time we finished dinner, I was recognizing a very unfamiliar feeling when around Jake: sexual frustration.
After dinner, we watched a movie in the theater room. It was an amazing experience, almost like being in a theater, but very personal. When it was very dark, he made his move. By this time, my body was screaming for some satisfaction after being away from him for a couple weeks, now being held off for some reason, but I knew his reason would eventually come and it would be good.
He led me out to the center of the house and onto the patio in back. He scooped up King’s leash and he came running just from seeing the leash being held. I looked at Jake for some indication of what was happening. Should I go into the house to dress or was he, for some reason, taking King out by himself? As it turned out, and I might have ventured a guess, it was neither. He clipped the leash onto King and handed it to me, then led us to the back of the property where it connected to the golf course by a wide area of rough, trees, and brush. I stopped right outside the gate, staring out into the darkened landscape.
He told me what he wanted. I was wearing sandals but otherwise still naked. He wanted me to walk King down the course. He would follow to keep me in sight whenever the moonlight allowed but at a distance. He would let me know when I had gone far enough. I wasn’t that familiar with the course. I had used it for several runs early in the morning before too many golfers were out, but never in the way to become aware of terrain and landmarks, especially in the dark.
He gave me a smack on the butt and I started down the cart path, King falling in step with me as he has done on so many other walks. I was trying to decide whether it would be better to stay on the car path or to use the fairway. The cart path was closer to private property, but was more often inside trees and therefore shadow. The fairway was further from houses but more in the open.
After walking what seemed to be three holes, Jake called out from behind me. I wanted to shush him, but I saw this was a location that was quite far from any home. He came up to me all smiles and very pleased. Now to find out what else he had in mind.
He pointed across the fairway and green to a tee box on the other side. Just short of the tee box was a wooden bench. I led King in that direction and let Jake catch up to us. Just short of the bench, he told me what he wanted me to do. I had already figured it out.
Arriving at the bench, I reached underneath King and stroked his sheath until I felt the tip of his cock peeking out. I dropped to my knees with him standing and bent my head to capture his expose cock tip between my lips. I sucked out the precum, which has proven to be a stimulation for him that he enjoyed as much as I did. In moments, I felt enough cock in my mouth to assure a good penetration that would last. I stood up and placed my hands on the seat of the bench and spread my legs. King, such a gentleman and considerate lover, moved his snout between my legs and began licking my pussy. He needn’t have been concerned with my being wet and ready, however, and someday he may come to accept that, if dogs retain that kind of memory.
I slipped a hand back and nudged his snout away from my ass, then patted my butt several times, adding the work, “mount”. He did, too. He jumped his front onto my back and moved in for the penetration. My hand was ready and waiting for him and his penetration was complete after two probes of his penis. I gasped at the deep penetration, then muffled a cry as his penis drove fully into my pussy on the next thrust. I didn’t know if someone might come out to investigate the cries and sounds of a woman on the course at night, but it would certainly be embarrassing if they found me out here knotted to the dog.
It was harder to stifle my cry when the knot finally pushed inside. I allowed my body to shift forward, shifting my hands and arms to the back of the bench as King continued to frantically thrust at me, the knot constricting his ability, but his body continued to slam into me even though when he pulled back, he moved my body with his. He climaxed quickly and I with him or shortly after. I felt his cock and knot swell inside me, then jerk and grow rigid as his body pressed harder against me to drive his cock tip as far in as possible. When his first spurt of dog cum shot into me, I was already in my orgasm. It was delicious, made more so by the act consummating, not only outside but outside of the privacy of our property.
Jake patiently watched the entire thing, standing to the side where he could watch the coupling and its conclusion. As I recovered from my orgasm, still knotted to King, I saw a giant, black cock dangling in front of my face. I smiled, not even looking up, but stuck out my tongue and licked the length of it. I used a hand to raise it horizontally and slipped my lips around the head. It quickly became hard as I tried, vainly and unsuccessfully, to take him into my throat.
When King’s knot deflated enough to pull out of my pussy, I quickly glanced under me and saw in the faint light of the moon, a steady stream of the dog’s cum. I also saw bare legs come up behind me, then that wonderful cock pressed against my pussy opening. I sighed at the touch of it, then gasped as he smoothly and steadily pressed it home. After several more strokes, I felt his hips pressing against my butt and the head of his cock impacting the top of my vagina. I smiled and sighed at the memory that flooded my mind: the first time I had trouble taking much of this wonderful cock; now, I was taking the whole thing.
My pussy was very well lubricated so I settled in for a longer fucking than King gave me. And Jake didn’t let me down. He kept me in the same position that King took me. Maybe it was an added element of domination. I was fucked by his dog in this position, now he was taking me in exactly the same position.
Jake joined me in Atlanta for what we hoped to be the final push to convince the company to allow me the ability to work remotely from Cape Coral, FL. My Account Manager had become convinced after my presentation to him and even commented to me how impressed he was with the presentation and argument, that it showed a side of me he hadn’t seen before. He didn’t want to lose me and could see how this relationship was, in a way, building something within me.
After winning the approval of the company executives over client accounts, they would schedule IT guys to bring computer and software applications to the house in Florida. They would ensure for the company that the Wi-Fi and internet connections were secure with proper firewalls to protect all accessible client data and records. That would happen within a couple weeks so we could arrange for the packing and moving of the rest of my belongings including my bicycle, the furnishings we agreed on, and the rest of my clothes, though Jake felt I required more sexy, even ultra-sexy, dresses, negligees, and outfits for his taste. Even little aside comments like that as we worked sent tingles through my body.
I was all but moved in with Jake, a new, wonderful life about to become a reality instead of a trial, a what-if, an experiment to test our compatibility. We tested over the past many months our compatibility. He tested me, challenged me, dared me into new and different situations representing a relationship that would be built on my submissive desires and his ability, his strength, to provide for me and keep me secure. It was a fulfillment of a dream for me. It wasn’t without its own challenges for Jake who was a kind, caring, protective and supporting man. The idea of taking control of another person to release that person, especially someone who he felt strongly for was something he worked on, struggled with to an extent.
But, we felt we really were ready now. Everything was in place. We had overcome all the obstacles. All but one, that is. Dr. Jenna.
Dr. Jenna requested a meeting, a final evaluation discussion. As she put it, for her benefit if not ours. That seemed a bit confusing to both Jake and me. We had each been the patient, how would it be of benefit to her?
Our appointment was set for well after normal office hours on her insistence. In fact, when we arrived, Dr. Jenna met us at her door to let us in. Even her associate/receptionist, Beth Harrelson, had left for the day. Both Jake and I had gotten to know Beth fairly well from our visits.
We met in her office after she locked the outside door. After a brief discussion explaining what she hoped for the meeting, she asked to meet with me privately. Jake let his hand slide over my shoulders as he passed behind me. I raised my left hand to touch his as it left my shoulder.
She asked how everything was going, what I thought of the relationship, his home, how Jake seemed, his friends … as much as she could pull out of me. I assured her at every question, probe, and turn that I was good and happy.
“I’m not sure what you are probing for if you feel you have reasons for concern, but I am being honest and forthright with you. I am not only happy about the past months and how our relationship has gone and grown, but I am excited, even anxious, looking forward to what could be coming next and then next after that. Does this make sense to you, Doctor? Because it does to me. This is the physical world realization of what we talked about during all those sessions. This is putting the same elements of my athletic and professional lives into my personal and intimate life. That was what we talked about, finding that person I had the utmost respect for, who I had the highest degree of trust in, and who was strong enough to give me confidence and courage when I might be tempted to question or doubt.” I leaned forward in my chair toward her. “That’s what I have, that’s who I found.”
She asked what has happened so far. In the sense of my being submissive, what has been ventured between us? I described the things we have done, the things he has had me do. She seemed surprised, maybe even a bit shocked all of that had happened so quickly.
“How does all of that make you feel? How does doing those things make you feel about yourself and about him?”
I chuckled. “I know what you are thinking. Isn’t this just more of the same? Some man taking advantage of me for his pleasure and to be used for his and other’s pleasure.” I looked her steadily in the eyes for impact. “You would be right, of course, that some of the things are the same. He did share me with a friend I had never even heard of before that day. And, yes, he had me pleasure his dog.” I giggled and she looked at me curiously. “What I didn’t share was that the dog pleasured me, first.” Her mouth had turned up at the corners. “The differences are huge, though. Before, I felt forced, coerced, and threatened. I didn’t have anyone’s respect, I was being used. Jake … wow, Jake … Jake is so different. I can tell this is new territory for him. Jake is caring, sensitive, and protective. For him to take on this role … for me … it means so much to me. He didn’t tell me, command me, about approaching his friend, John, to suck him and make love to him. It was just little things that told me that was what he wanted. It made me excited. It made me tingle and aroused that he wanted that for me. I wanted to do it. Yes, a big part of that is to please Jake, to serve him … my natural tendencies, right? But, another part was that I wanted to do it because it excited me. Jake has tapped into that understanding about me. He understands that I have a high sexual energy and need. He knows he can help satisfy that and protect me along the way.” I looked at her intently. “Do you understand what I am trying to say?”
She didn’t respond at first. Then she leaned back in her chair and a smile grew on her face and she lowered her gaze onto me. “Yes … yes, I do. You’re happy, content, satisfied, but most of all you are feeling fulfilled for maybe the first time in your life.” She chuckled, “Did I get that right?” I nodded, my face beaming. “And, Lara, I believe you.” She leaned forward and gazed intently at me, “Can I ask you a deeply personal question?” I said, of course. “How do you feel about him? Given everything you have said, what does that translate into for you? How would you express that?”
I considered her question and if I should answer it, but this was Dr. Jenna for crying out loud. With more nervousness in my voice than I expected, “I love him. I would do anything for him.”
She considered that, then looked up at me, “Have you told him that, yet?”
I shook my head, “No. Our relationship is moving really fast, but … I think we need to settle into this, don’t you?” Was I asking her or tell her? I wasn’t even sure. But, she was nodding, saying she agreed.
Then, she asked for some time to speak with Jake alone. I went into the reception area and we traded places, now me killing time in the small area outside her office. I sat down, then got right back up. I was wondering what they were now talking about. Me, probably. I worried if there was something I said that she might repeat to Jake, but I pushed that out of my mind. She wouldn’t do that to me.
Normally, Beth would be there and provide some relief from the waiting, but this was after hours. I wandered behind Beth’s desk, feeling a little guilty like I was snooping and finally admitted that I was, but only to kill the time. I wouldn’t invade the privacy of the drawers in her desk, but I did scan her desktop. People often had little things of personal meaning on their desks and Beth wasn’t any different. There wasn’t a lot, but there was a framed picture … of Beth? It seemed taken of her by surprise by someone she was enjoying the time with because she was clearly very relaxed and spontaneous. It appeared to be taken at an arboretum or flower show. The picture was Beth looking back through a mass of flowers, her face radiating her delight. There was something written on the picture. I looked at the door to the office and picked up the frame, it read, “To, my Beth. This day was an absolute joy, THANK YOU! J”
J? I looked at the office door and back to the picture of Beth and how happy she was. Jenna?
* * * * *
Dr. Jenna ran through a similar series of questions and probes with Jake as she had with Lara. She asked how everything was going, what he thought of the relationship, me in his home, how I seemed in quiet moments, … again, as much as she could pull out of him. His responses were similar, assuring her at every question, probe, and turn that he was good and happy in every way in the relationship.
She smiled, “I’m not surprised. She indicated the same. I can’t, won’t tell you her precise answers and comments, but I will assure you she is feeling the same way.” He blew out a breath of air as if that was a relief for him to hear. She smiled. “You were worried?”
He squirmed in his chair. He had spent hours like this with her, many were decidedly uncomfortable as she dug deeper into him in her special way. “I don’t know that ‘worried’ is the right word. Let’s say, ‘relieved’. Jenna, this isn’t a natural role in a relationship for me. My nature is to be caring, sensitive to the woman, and protective.” He noticed her face change into a smile. “What?”
“Oh, she used those exact words in describing how you would naturally be in a relationship with a woman.” He chuckled.
“I guess that’s the thing. I am all those things with her but in different ways. I mean, how would I even insinuate to another woman that maybe she should let the dog lick her out. Or, that maybe she should make love to my buddy? I probably couldn’t. I’d be too ‘sensitive’ to her feelings or something to let it happen. But, Lara … no, Lara, it’s different. She’s excited by it. Heck, I think she anticipates it. Sure, she was surprised with the dog licking her to orgasm, but after that, it was like she anticipated it would go further. The question must have been only, how?”
“So, you’re really convinced it excites her?”
He looked at her. Was she challenging something based on what Lara said? “Yes, yes. I am convinced. Do you know how I am convinced?” She shook her head and he saw it in her eyes. It was why he was good at protecting people, he could see things in other people’s eyes, even quick glimpses. “She’s wet.” He saw the surprise of the statement on her face. “Yes, she’s wet. She’s almost always wet. At least around me, she is. I’ve come to just accept that she is anticipating what might come next. Will I take her in the kitchen, send her out to the dog? I’ve asked her to be naked so she is available. Do you know what her first reaction was?” She shook her head. She was amazed at what she was hearing. This was a classic case of submissiveness to please and serve. “She stripped right in the family room. And, she won’t have clothes on unless there are guests. But, she dresses sexy very often, though basically nude.” He studied the doctor and she was trying to hold his gaze and not look away, which was what she desperately wanted to do, to break the gaze so he might not see how much this was affecting her. “If you had ever asked me what kind of woman would be my ideal, I would have told you the kind of woman I have always sought: strong, assertive, self-assured, and independent. They were the kind of women I seemed to attract. I would never have thought of Lara. But, we are perfect.”
“Why do you say, perfect?” It was a perfect opening for her to divert her mind.
“Simple really. Understanding who and what she is and knowing who I am, it just took some realigning see that a twist of our lines meshed perfectly. Our personalities seemed opposite, but together we mesh. She needed someone who would respect her, be strong for her, guide her, and reinforce her. With that support, she could release herself to grow and expand. Once I realized that my image of a woman was the societal ‘be all you can, hear me roar’ woman might be great, that woman didn’t need me. A woman like Lara would, though.” He took a deep breath and sighed it out as if he was about talked out from emotional fatigue. “If I guessed, I would have to say that she probably would say our relationship provides a way for her to be fulfilled. I hope so, anyway. I realized, though, the relationship is doing the same for me. I never knew it, but I was yearning for someone to take care of. Is that nuts?”
She shook her head. “No, not nuts at all and I think you are right, even about yourself. Let me ask one more thing, Jake. You’ve expressed in wonderful ways the mechanism of the relationship’s functioning. What is your personal, emotional expression of her?”
He smiled, “You’re concerned about her, of course.” He hesitated and looked into the doctor’s eyes, then his smile grew larger. “Simple, really. I love her. And before you ask where this might be going, my intentions long term, eventually, when the time is right for us, we’ll be married.”
“Have you said that to her?”
He smiled, “No. We’re taking steps.” She smiled, remembers the same words for me.
She went on to offer some advice, which he appreciated. She told him that I needed respect, that I was a proud person. Any reference to Dom/Sub language should only be at my initiative, not required or directed by him. He smiled, mentioning that sometimes the word ‘Sir’ did come out. He agreed with her.
* * * * *
We were both back in the office. She stated how happy she was for us. Our building relationship seemed founded on a strong understanding of respect and trust. She even said she envied us. That seemed strange at the moment.
Jake confirmed that she was going to be at the ceremony we were planning. She said she wouldn’t miss it for anything, but, “Often the invitation will say ‘plus one’. This didn’t.” Jake told her we were wanting to make sure who was coming for obvious reasons. She smiled, but pushed, “May I bring a ‘plus one’?”
I looked at Jake, then at the doctor, “Beth.” It wasn’t a question but a statement.
She blushed, “I’m not going to ask how you guessed that. Yes, Beth.” We immediately agreed. She then told us that she would be sending us the complete files of our visits. There wouldn’t be any record of us being patients. Jake asked why. She felt that her participation and support of us might be misconstrued if someone were to press the issue with the licensing board.
But, before we left, she asked me to undress. I looked with some surprise at her, then at Jake. “No. We agreed that my level of submissiveness can easily be taken advantage of, as it has in the past. As much as I trust you, Doctor, I have given that power to Jake.” She smiled and congratulated me and us. Then she looked at Jake.
He laughed, “I know what this is about. Lara, please stand up and get undressed.”
I looked at him in surprise, but I was already standing and my fingers working the buttons on my blouse. I kicked off my shoes as I open my slacks and began pushing them down my legs. I unclipped my bra, then pushed my panties down, dumping all the clothes as they came off onto the desk.
Jake was still smiling and watching the Doctor. “Now, move to Jenna’s side with your feet at shoulder’s width. She is curious about something I said.”
I did as he said and watched as her hand moved from the armrest of her chair to a point inches below my pussy between my legs. She looked up at me, then her gaze fixed on my cleaned pussy. I felt her fingers pressed into my mound, a finger slipping between my lips.
“My god! She is, she’s wet!” I flushed terribly at the exclamation. “But, you’ve been out in the waiting room being bored silly.”
With her finger still between my lips, I turned my eyes to Jake. “Not with him around. I’ve learned that something might happen at any time. You would think this would be a safe place from teasing, but look what happened.”
* * * CHAPTER 6 to follow * * * Thanks for reading.
Nova
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