Bill was a mild mannered manager at the construction company. His belly
was the first thing most people noticed about him. It strained his
shirts even tho he wore them loose over his tight jeans. Everyone got
along with him well, and contractors were always eager to be paired with
him on contracts. He knew what he wanted and was very detailed about how
the work was carried out. No guessing about what he wanted. He was
reasonable though. If you had an idea, he would listen to it and work
with you to adapt it or show you how it was full of holes, but in such a
gentle mannerly way, that you always left feeling good at the end of the
day.
Gwenivere was a tough construction worker with a crew of men and women
on her carpentry team. People called her Geevee, and that suited her
just fine. It had started when her little brother couldn't pronounce her
name, and it had stuck. Her language would have put a pirate to shame,
but the team liked working with her, and enjoyed the Friday after work
trip to the pub. She would buy the first round to get the weekend
started, and everyone was relaxed and friendly. She always left after
the first round was up though.
Little did her crew know, that she was hurrying home to get things ready
for her lover. And nobody would ever have guessed who that was either.
They met at the cottage they shared at the lake. It was on a little cove
off to the western end of the lake where nobody ever bothered to come.
It was a very quiet, contemplative spot where a person could see what
the world would be like if humans hadn't screwed it all up.
She pulled her pickup truck off the main road onto the path that led to
the cottage. All the week's worries were gone after turning onto the
dirt track. Driving the quarter mile down to the cabin she could feel
layer after layer of concerns lifting from her shoulders until she
arrived at the cottage in a state of completely relaxed bliss.
There on the table was the list of tasks that he always left for her to
complete before he arrived. Some tasks were always the same, some she
wondered where he ever thought of them from. Today's list included:
1. Pick fresh flowers. Entwine them into a wreath that is exactly the
right size for your head to wear them as a crown. Do not try it on. (one should not need to repeat an order)
2. Polish the dumbbells in the weight room until I can see my muscles
gleaming in them when I exercise.
3. Scrub and oil the following tools: wooden paddle, whip, leather cuffs.
4. Prepare a meal of exactly 4,500 calories for me that will be ready at
exactly 8:06 p.m.
5. Prepare a meal of salad and chicken for yourself to eat while I eat
my feast.
6. Get dressed in the white lace and silk gown in the dressing room and
present yourself at my feet at 8:01 p.m.
She glanced at the clock on the mantle. 5:30. That should be plenty of
time to get things ready for her lover. She started with the dumbbells
and got the polish out, shined them to within an inch of their lives and
placed them back on the racks. The chrome plating glistened in the
sunlight. She was sure that master could find no fault with the work she
had done on them.
Next, she went outside and began gathering daisies, lilies, roses and
other flowers to form the wreath. She enjoyed braiding them together and
arranging the colors to form a pleasing arrangement. The pricks from the
thorns were as delicious as their smell. Coming back inside, the place
the wreath on a small table in the entry way of the cottage.
The smell of leather cleaner was strong in the air as she prepared the
whip and cuffs. She loved the way the stiff leather softened in her
hands as she worked the oil into it. The paddle was wiped down with
polish until it gleamed almost as brightly as the chrome had.
For the 4,500 calorie meal, she chose to prepare lasagne, garlic bread,
bruschetta, and cheesecake. She grilled a 4 ounce chicken breast for
herself and made a salad topped with apple chips and strawberry slices.
With the dishes all cleaned up, and the meal sitting on the fine china,
she was ready to take care of the final task on the list.
In the dressing room, she found a new gown hanging on the hook. She
crawled out of her overalls and t-shirt, placing her steel toed work
boots with them in the corner of the dressing room. Stepping into the
shower, she took a long luxurious shower, steaming away the evening's
work. She worked the lather up on the shower sponge and carefully washed
her full breasts, her muscular arms and legs, her strong body. The
delicate smell of the floral soap her lover had left for her was
heavenly. Toweling off, she glanced at the clock. Perfect timing. She
had 10 minutes to dress and be ready to receive him as he walked through
the door. She slipped into the gown and twirled like a 5 year old
playing princess in mama's prom gown.
7:59, she knelt in the entryway of the cottage. The gown arranged around
her on the floor in a perfectly arranged flowing sculpture.
8:00, she breathed her relaxing, cleansing breaths as she had learned in
yoga classes. It was time for the complete transformation from tough
girl to fairy tale princess, slave girl.
8:01, the door opened. He walked though the door to find her kneeling, head bowed
awaiting his arrival. Everything smelled wonderful. The smell of
cleaning oils, flowers, and the wonderful smells of food.
He carefully looked to see if she had followed his instructions then satisfied commanded her to rise.
She moved like a puppet on a string. Moving from the kneeling position
to standing before him in one fluid motion, eyes downcast as his humble
slave should do. He smiled and touched her belly then traced her body with his large finger. He brought it up to her chin, cupping it, he raised her lips to his and kissed
her in the most gentle kiss ever kissed. His touch was so soft. So
tender. So loving.
From his pocket he pulled her leather collar. He gently buckled it around her neck. She smiled as the feeling of love and belonging to him swelled in her chest. He gently pulled her close to him. She longed to reach out and touch him, but knew that until she was commanded to do so,
that she was to remain exactly as she was. She knew exactly where he
wanted to be touched, and she really wanted to reach out and touch him
there.
You may now touch me he said. Yes Sir, he sighed happily. She touched his belly and traced the center of his belly down to the underside. She was almost to the spot
they both loved. As she traced the underside of his belly with her
fingers, she could feel his body react. She knew exactly how to arouse
him by tracing the soft underbelly with her long delicate fingers. She
also knew that he wanted to prolong the sensation as long as possible.
It was now 8:05, and time to move on to the dining room.
As he tucked into his large pasta dinner, she slowly began to eat her
dinner. He loved her cooking and looked forward to gorging on it every
weekend. She had to be careful not to get anything on her white gown as
she ate. She had to pace herself so that her little tiny dinner ended at
the same time as his feast.
He sat back looking very satisfied that she had done all to his instructions.
It was now time to get down to the serious business of having fun. He held out
his hand to her, and they rose together. Holding her close, they walked
out to their enclosed garden. She sat on the swing, he walked around
behind her, pressing his engorged belly against her back. It felt
wonderful for both of them. He gently pushed her on the swing, the gown
floating on the breeze created when she swung. He lay on the ground and
watched the gown as the wind caught it and showed her delicate skin
underneath it, listening to the creaking of the branch as she continued
to swing. The sound lulled him to sleep.
Awaking, he told her he would be right back. He slipped quickly into the
house and grabbed the box of toys. He came back out and put the
blindfold on her. Next, he cuffed her to the swing ropes. He gently
kissed her each time the swing came forward. As the swing gained
momentum, he slipped around behind it. With the whip, he gently traced
her backside as it swung towards him. Again, and again, and again. The
next time it came there was no gentleness in the way the whip was
applied to her backside. Nor the next, nor the next. She suppressed a squeal and
squirmed but there was no getting off the swing. The next time her
backside reached him, he was gentle again, and she relaxed into the
rhythm of the swing again. She never knew now whether she would feel a
gentle touch or a solid whip strike as she swung. The sting was so sweet
and she felt like this was the perfect garden.
He pulled her to a stop and sweetly kissed her on the lips. His tongue
then worked its way inside her mouth, quickly darting here and there.
Back to gentle kisses, then stronger kisses, raising her up onto her
toes she was so hungry for him. His hands holding her upper arms as his
mouth explored hers. Nibbling her lip with his teeth, she suddenly felt
him grab her breast. The pressure was intense. He began gently rubbing
her nipple between his chubby fingers. He liked the feeling of the lace
against his fingers; she liked the silky feeling of the gown surrounding
her breast. Suddenly he pulled hard and twisted the breast. She let out
a gasp and was about to cum hard till he whispered, not yet. He played with her breasts for almost an hour slowly bringing her closer and closer then just backing off a hair. Then it was time she new he would allow her. The feeling was incredible as he allowed her to crash over the edge. Her whole body spasmed again and again.
The cuffs and blindfold were removed and he rewarded her by allowing her to
caresses to his glorious underbelly. She opened his shirt and kissed a
line from the top of the belly around and down, all the while stroking
the underbelly with her fingers. She loved watching how his hardness
pushed against his jeans as she tended his belly needs.
Hugging him she noticed that he seemed to have grown this week. Good
work she thought to herself. He must be following the diet I left for
him. Every night in bed she thought about him sitting with a brownie
sundae composed of a pan of thick fudge brownies, a quart of ice cream
covered with a bottle of hot fudge sauce and a canister of whipped
cream. It got her wet every time she thought about it, and the thought
of it even now was making her wetter than she already was.
He loved the feeling of the rough lace against his smooth round belly.
He would never admit it to anyone, hardly even to himself, but he was
wondering what it must feel like to be the one wearing the beautiful
gown. So silky underneath and rough on top....just the opposite of his
lover.....rough appearance all week, and meek and mild and a perfect
slave girl all weekend.
He slipped around behind her and held her close to him, gently
caressing her firm body and ample breasts. He began unfastening the
tight bodice of the gown, exposing her white skin to the moonlight. So
many hooks to undo. His fingers were so thick it was hard to undo them,
especially as he was getting more and more frustrated to feel her skin to
skin with his body. She sensed his deep needs and helped him undo the
hooks, letting the gown fall to the ground. He spun her around and
pressed her up against the fence with his body, holding her hands over
her head with one hand and with the other hand tweaking her
breasts....one and then the other....nipping them with his
teeth...sucking them gently, circling the nipple with his rough
tongue....letting go of her hands and pulling both breasts so hard that
she came instantly.
The two of them collapsed onto the lawn swing...his jeans in a crumpled
heap next to the gown on the ground. His sandals flying across the lawn
as he jumped on top of her. He needed to be in her...NOW. She loved the
feeling of his full weight pressing down on her. His belly felt
wonderful draped over her, him riding it over her. She flipped him over
and mounted him. His eyes glinted in the moonlight. Naughty slave girl
he told her..Master did not ask you to do that...but master was not able
to do anything but accept the fate of being loved by this delicate
creature, her riding his belly and sucking him hard. He reached out and
could just grab the handle of the paddle. He applied it to her backside
for not behaving, but they both knew it was hardly a punishment since
she came ever time he struck her. |
