An English Dalliance

An English Dalliance (Cont'd)

13.

If I had been confused before, I did not know how to describe my feelings as I clung to her, my face pressed against her shoulder, crying. I had no idea why I was sobbing. I wanted to understand what was happening to me, how I could behave as I was. At the same time, under all the confusion, I felt serenity. She had hurt me but never once had I felt it any cruelty behind the pain. It was a part of Kate and she had made it a part of me. How she had been so certain I would accept it was beyond me. She knew though and she was, as she had said, taking me inside myself with her.

When I finally looked up at her there was a sudden change in her demeanour. Her face seemed to reflect my confusion momentarily. As she undid the gag, I feared for a moment that the spell was broken. I asked her what was wrong, fear striking deep in my belly. But she kissed me… a long, slow, gentle kiss that drew my tongue into her mouth. She pulled away at last.

"Wrong? What could possibly be wrong?"

She smiled that wonderful smile that seemed to lift my spirits every time I saw it. We lay there together for some considerable time, side by side quietly. Bits of our bodies came together and moved apart giving our silence a rhythm. At length she seemed to come to a decision.

"I want this to grow."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know exactly. I just want it to grow."

Then she laughed gaily and pointed to the beads still tucked between my legs.

"I think perhaps we should remove them and have a shower."

She kissed me and undid the cuffs. She got out of bed and slipped off her nightdress. She beckoned me up and led me to the bathroom. She bent me over in the shower and gently stroked my bum as she slipped the beads out, one finger lightly touching my clitoris. Then she slapped me playfully and turned the shower on without warning. The initial burst of water was cold and I squealed but she laughed and crowded me under it. We stood together as the water heated, hugging each other with my face resting on her breasts. We washed each other, slowly and intimately. It was a gentle, loving exchange.

I slept well that night. I awoke alone. Kate, up as ever before me, was gone. Nude, I got up and checked her room. Her things were still there and touching them reassured me but it bothered me having no idea where she might be. After a few hours I became very concerned. My car keys were still on the hook in the kitchen and I could not imagine what was keeping her away so long.

I ran to the phone when it rang.

"Hi, Sweetie. You ok?"

"Oh God, Kate, where are you? I've been frantic."

"Oh, just walking and stuff. Stay calm, Sweetie, its no big deal. I got us a new car. I'll be back in a while." I heard her laughing as she hung up.

I busied myself doing a few chores. I washed her nighty and hung it out to catch the warm air and the smell of the countryside. I prepared some food for the evening and cleaned and hoovered all around. It nearing noon when I heard her burst through the door with her usual energy. She kissed me and lifted my skirt. She found a pair of her panties covering me.

"Hmmm. Good choice."

She dropped my skirt to take me by the hand and lead me outside. A huge, silver Mercedes was parked outside the house.

"Ta-daaaa!" She said opening the passenger door. "Get in, Sweetie. We're going for a ride."

I laughed at her enthusiasm and got in the car. She positively skipped around to the driver's door and joined me.

"Like it? I decided that old thing of yours was likely to kill us so I hired this. Oh…and I have extended my stay for a while."

She roared off, initially up the wrong side of the street before catching herself and swerving back to the left. Her left hand rested on my knee as we drove. She asked for a scenic drive and I gave her directions when I could find breath to speak, her driving scared me so. Finally, and to my relief, we arrived safely at a car park high on Dartmoor. It was deserted despite the good weather and we stood in the sun enjoying a panoramic view across the rugged countryside.

"You haven't asked?" She said suddenly.

"Asked what?"

"How come I extended my stay."

"Oh, I didn't really have a chance."

"Crappy driver, aren't I? Still we're here in one piece so it wasn't that bad." She laughed and artlessly opened her light coat to reveal an almost perfectly transparent black blouse. "Look, Sweetie, I decided I wanted to stay with you for a while longer. Is that OK?"

Now, what was a girl supposed to say? Of course it was OK.

"You see, Sam, I decided I sort of like you. Rather a lot actually.

I opened my mouth but she shushed me.

"I want to see if I can decide what's happening here. Get me?"

I nodded and waited for her to continue.

"My business is all under control and Emmy is cool, so there's no need to rush back home and… well I like it here. You cool with that?"

"Cool? No."

She stepped back and looked at me, her face clouding.

"No?"

"No."

She didn't show any feeling but I sensed disappointment. Not wanting to overplay my teasing, I smiled widely at her.

"Ecstatic, actually."

What ensued was not a kiss… it was a brutal assault. She threw herself at me, laughing and almost lifted me off the ground in her embrace. When she finally released me, she sat on the bonnet of the car and looked out at the view.

"A dear friend of mine once told me that love does not mix well with dominant and submissive relationships. I may just prove her wrong, Sweetie." She mused aloud.

Was that what our relationship was? Well, yes, I supposed it was, although I had not characterised it as such. Dominant…submissive…love? The words swirled in my mind.

"Let's walk."

She took a large bag from the boot and marched off leaving me to follow her on the rough track in entirely unsuitable shoes. She had on Timberland boots under her cream trousers and my attempt to keep up with her was pitiful. Finally she glanced back at me.

"Take the pumps off, girly, before you bust your ankles."

That laugh again. We came to a stream, a ribbon of copper in the midday sun. The spot seemed to please her. She opened the bag and threw a blanket on the grass, sat and proceeded to pull out wine, cheese, bread, butter, pâté, plates, knives and glasses. I sat and we ate and drank with little conversation. She ate, as ever, heartily and this time so did I. As I finished my last bite of pâté, she dabbed the corner of my mouth with her handkerchief.

"Look… I don't know if what I feel is love. To be honest I don't know if I even know what love is. What I do know is that you've gotten to me and I need to work it out. You ever been in love?"

Now there was a question. I didn't know, I thought that I had but what this woman aroused in me was completely different from anything I'd ever felt before. She did not wait for an answer.

"Problem is, Sweetie, I don't know what I feel but going home yet is simply not an option."

We finished the wine. I made to gather our litter but she kissed me then, pushing me down onto the blanket and running her hand over my blouse and up under my skirt. She bit my lip, opened my blouse and sucked and bit my nipples, she pressed herself to me. I reached to open her trousers but she pushed my hand away.

"Not here, Sweetie, people might see." She laughed and started to pack away the remains of our picnic herself. I went to re-button my blouse but she shook her head.

"Not yet."

We walked back to the car with my breasts open to the cool breeze and my nipples like thimbles. Occasionally she'd lean to kiss them or her hand would slip under my skirt and rest with a thumb in the elastic of my borrowed panties, my skirt rucked up on her arm.

Once more she unnerved me on the drive home. As she swerved into my village, she suddenly looked at me.

"For Chrissake, Sweetie, cover up! My neighbours are a conservative bunch."

She roared with laughter. I had quite forgotten that I was so exposed. Her neighbours?

14

So, I'd gotten that off my chest. The little bitch had toyed with me for a moment but that word, 'ecstatic' had been music and I drove her home with a light heart. We pulled up outside her cottage and went inside. The police cat looked up at me and closed his eyes. Acceptance?

I was going to need a few more things to wear so I told her I was going out shopping and wanted to be alone. Confusion covered her face, so I kissed her.

"Don't worry, little girl. I'll be back."

I went to a small nearby town where, I had read on the net, there were some decent stores and spent a couple hours buying new clothes. I bought a cell phone and some earrings. As I bought them, I thought maybe a little jewellery for my girl would be a good idea, but not this type of jewellery. I wondered where in rural England I might find a piercing parlour. I drove back to her cottage, the trunk full of my purchases.

I was concerned, I admit. Was this 'love? If not… what was it? Was I simply intoxicated with the game of helping her to realise her submissiveness? God alone knew. Whatever it was, it was different than any of my past affairs. My friend, Erica, had said that a Domme's relationship with her girl did not accommodate love. She was a dominant woman, brilliant, artistic and knowledgeable. I had, hitherto, respected her long experience in the lifestyle and accepted her judgements. But this time I was wondering why. Why could I not love Sam and still dominate her? Time would tell if I loved her and if it proved so…time would tell if she and I were the exception to Erica's rule.

I called to her. The cottage was empty, aside from the cats. I picked up the big police cat and held him close. He purred.

"Where is she?" I whispered in its ear. "Christ, Kate, what's happening to you?" I said aloud, setting the cat down quickly.

I busied myself, unpacking and hanging my new clothes. I took a shower and put on a new pair of pants I'd bought. They were of beautiful blue silk and I loved the way they hung. They felt good too.

An hour or so later, I heard the door. She came in, with her hair, long and wet. It was straggled around her face. Her eye makeup was smeared.

"Where have you been?"

"I went to walk and think."

"Think what?"

"About you."

"And?"

"I don't know what D and s means"

"Domination and submission."

"I know that. I just don't know what it means for us."

"It means I dominate and you submit."

Her eyes remained uncertain but she nodded.

"Don't worry, Sweetie, you'll get the hang of it."

I held her to me for a moment.

"I like your trousers."

"Yeah, I found them is this wonderful little boutique. Marjorie's. You know it?"

"Who doesn't around here, but you're the first person I know who can afford to shop there."

"Until you've shopped on Rodeo, you don't know what expensive is, Hon." I laughed. Then I asked her quietly, "Why did you go out and why have you been crying?"

She was silent, then pulled away from me and sat in the armchair. The one over which she had bent for me the other evening. She picked up the police cat and held him against her breast. His almost-closed eyes held me as she stroked him. I sat on the arm of a sofa and waited.

"I always walk when I really want to think. It helps. I cried…well, I cried because I'm so utterly confused."

I went to speak but she spoke over me. Now normally, that would be a 'no no' but in this case, I felt that we were at a serious point and I bided my time.

"Who am I, Kate? What am I?"

I remained silent.

"I'm a lesbian. I have been forever. I thought I understood myself but you've found someone new inside me and shown her to me."

The words spilled from her.

"I thought all this…. This D and s stuff was fantasy…kinky games. I never considered myself being a part of it. I never, never in my wildest dreams imagined it was for me. I am a teacher at a good university. I do research. I am rational…logical. I am gay, yes, but not kinky."

She looked up at me, imploring me to cast some light for her. So I did.

15

She lifted Rabelais from my arms and gently placed him on the floor. She took my hand and led me upstairs without a word. She had me sit on the bed and then she took the gag from her bag and held it to my mouth. I opened and she pushed it gently in but did not secure it with its straps.

"No talking, Sweetie."

She sat next to me on the bed.

"Sure, some of it is about kinky games. I like them…enjoy them and they make for great sex. So, that's the superficial stuff. Deeper, well, it's about real psychology and I'm no psychologist. But, I do know this…I'm not capable of having a relationship in which there is equality and either are you. Not a real relationship. Oh, I'm sure you've had important relationships but the real you was not present. I guess you're finding this confusing in part because it's changing your view of yourself. So you have a couple choices…You can go with it and maybe find yourself and happiness…or you can tell me to get the hell out and wonder, for the rest of your life, whether this was your one real chance."

I paused and watched her eyes.

"I think you've already decided."

She nodded slowly.

"OK. No more introspection, Sweetie. Let's just get on with being us and see where it goes. Now, get those clothes off and get your ass into the bathroom. We are going out this evening and I need to get you ready."

I sat on the bed and watched her strip. I loved the way her mouth spread around the ball and I loved her nipples at rest… small and light brown. I adored her mound, shaved smooth and neat. Her cunt lips, when not excited, seemed to close to a crease and I enjoyed watching her open like a flower when I made love to her. She turned to go the bathroom and I stood and stripped too. After retrieving one of my purchases, I followed her. I had her sit on the toilet and watch, still with that delicious ball in her mouth, as I prepared her first enema. Her eyes widened as she saw the tubing. The look of inquiry on her face and the way her hands clasped and unclasped in her lap made me wet. I gave her occasional glimpses of my wetness and, once, took her hand and wiped her fingers up between my legs. I wanted her to know this was doing it for me so she'd give. I spread a towel on the floor.

"Lie on your side, Hon, and show me."

She lay down and pulled her ass cheeks apart. I hooked the bag on her showerhead and used my own natural lube for the nozzle at the tube's end. I gently eased it into her. She squirmed a little, but a sharp swat stilled her. I opened the valve and leaned over her to watch her face. Her eyes were closed and I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or discomfort. I caressed her belly, rubbing in firm circles as I filled her bowels.

"You'll feel lighter and healthier than you have in years, just trust me."

She nodded mutely and I kissed her ear. I sealed the valve on the nozzle when the bag was empty. I removed the tube, leaving the nozzle protruding and looking deliciously sexy in her ass. I had her stand cautiously. I stroked her gently and then squeezed her nipples. Suddenly she seemed to bend slightly, the ball fell from her mouth and a gasp escaped her lips.

"Just a cramp, Sweetie. Breathe deeply and ride it."

She took a lungful of air and slowly straightened again. I rubbed her stomach and kissed her. I warned her to be careful and hold tight as I removed the nozzle, then I had her sit on the john. I cradled her head and told her to let go. She did. The second run through for her rinse was more difficult but we got her through it and I rewarded her bravery with a long kiss.

I gave myself a clear water enema as well. She sat on the floor beside me and I chatted to her as it worked its magic. After enough time had elapsed I moved myself to the john.

"Remember when I told you that intimacy is the key?"

She nodded. I pulled her to me and had her kiss me as I voided myself. We showered together, soaping and kissing, stroking and biting.

When we were dry and back in the bedroom I had her show again. She bent over the bed and held herself open to me. I lubed up the beads and slowly eased them into her ass, stroking between her lips as I did so. I caressed her clit and pushed gently but firmly until four of the five were inside her and the yellow ribbon dangled prettily between her thighs. I tied on a second length of ribbon above the last bead and then pushed it in with its pals. With some adhesive tape I'd found in her medicine cabinet, I taped one ribbon taut to her left leg and the other to the right. When she walked, the ribbons would tug at her anus.

I had her stand and face me and I clamped her nipples. I turned the screws tighter than I had the last time. The chain hung between them, enticing me to pull it. I took her hand, held it to my breast and kissed her mouth, hard and with my tongue searching it. I let her suck my tongue. I tightened one of her clamps as we kissed and tasted her pain. I felt a small flood down in my crotch. I reached down into my wetness and then smeared my juice on her upper lip. I licked her nose as I tightened the other clamp. She whimpered.

I turned away from her and got some clothes for us both. I threw hers to her.

"C'mon Sweetie, there's walking to be done."

She dressed and the clamps showed deliciously through the soft fabric of her dress. We went downstairs and as she moved I could tell something wonderful was happening to that lovely ass.

16

Every step of that walk was an agony of ecstasy. She walked fast and almost dragged me. I was sure I'd let out a moan or a scream or something. My nipples were a dull ache and with each pace I felt the ribbons pulling at the beads in my bum. The evening was warm and the air full of the smell of the country. Her skirt was long, slit up to her knee on both sides and her breasts pointed through that same transparent blouse. Only her light jacket provided any modesty.

In a small dim lane we stopped and she pushed me against a tree and kissed me. She pulled my nipples, rolling the clamps under her fingers until I was begging her to stop. She leaned back, so her crotch was pressed against mine and her face was away from me, her hands cupping my breasts, naked under the thin yellow summer dress.

"Sure. I'll stop, Sweetie, but when I do it means you have to start."

She swung me around so that she had her back to the tree and she pushed me down onto my knees. She lifted her skirt and pulled my face to her. Her pussy was before me and, indifferent to any possibility of discovery, I gave her my face. I started slowly licking her, opening her and slithering my tongue between her lips. I planted light kisses on her and my hands caressed her. I tongued her, gently at first but with increasing pace and depth. She stopped me briefly and turned to bend her face to the tree and give me access to her bum. I licked her from bum to clit, tonguing and entering her. I finally slipped a finger into her pussy and my tongue pushed into her bum as she came with a guttural moan. She leaned against the tree panting and I licked her slowly. Cleaning her, loving the way she flooded every time I gave her a climax. She straightened and pulled me back up. I was pushed against the tree.

"This is going to hurt, Hon. Give me this too."

She pulled the top of my dress down and watched my face for a moment. Then she slowly ran her hand up my thigh and stroked me, cupping my entire mound in her hand. She rubbed gently, whispering for me to hold, to wait, to be patient. She thumbed my clitoris, gently nibbling my lips and pulling each nipple clamp slightly. I moaned into her mouth as she entered me, two fingers driving in, hard and deep. She twisted her hand and spread her fingers against my muscles. She sucked my tongue. Her free hand left my nipple and stroked my face as we kissed, her fingers working magic, her thumb rolling over my clit. If anyone had passed us I would have been, may have been totally unaware. I began to breathe heavily, my orgasm close. I knew better than to give into it and I bit my lip, trying to prevent it. She began to whisper urgently in my ear,

"Cum, Sweetie, give it to me."

As it overwhelmed me, I began to shudder. It came from somewhere around my kidneys and spread like a forest fire through me. As I began to moan louder she covered my mouth with hers and suddenly I felt my breast catch fire as she undid its clamp. If I didn't scream, then I imagined it. The second clamp came off as I peaked and I know I screamed that time, loud and into her mouth. She held me

"Good girl." Over and over, she told me what a good girl I was.

Holding my aching nipples to hers, licking my tears and kissing my eyes. I leaned against the tree, totally spent. At last, she backed off of me and covered my breasts with my dress, my nipples sore against even that soft fabric. As I became more aware again, I heard her.

"Boy, you sure know how to let rip, Sweetie." She smiled. "That scream must have shifted half the crows in England off their nests."

She picked up the chain that had fallen from my nipples and looped it around my neck, joining it with the clamps.

"Sweet necklace! Let's walk to a pub."

We sat in the beer garden. She had a half pint of our local cider and I had a glass of wine. The beads kept making me squirm.

"Sit still for Chrissake, Sam. Anyone would think you had a bead up your ass." It was said quietly but still I blushed and looked around.

"You get uncomfy in public places don't you, Sweetie?"

"Sometimes. You do tend to rather push English conventions you know." I laughed.

"American ones too."

"I'm sure. What if someone had passed us?"

"I don't see how they could have failed to know what we were doing, do you? After all you had your face in my ass and you were on your knees. Cant see too many other explanations."

"But, Kate, I live here for God's sake."

"I think I do too."

She reached across and held the chain that hung around my neck and said, as much to herself as to me,

"Looks like I have to call Emmy. Shame, she's a sweet girl."

We had another drink and then walked home. It was getting cooler and she looped her arm around me and asked quietly,

"So, Sweetie, where are we going to live… here or in the dear old US of A?"

"What?"

"Well we have to live somewhere, Dopey. Where's it to be?"

I stopped and turned to her. We were just short of my door.

"Is this a proposal?"

"Well now, I guess it might just be at that."

I stayed still, not moving as the enormity hit me. Then, in the street outside my house, I kissed her and laughing between kisses and words, answered her.

"Then, my lovely lady, I guess I accept."

Much later that night, entwined with her in bed, I lifted my head onto an elbow.

"Here, please."

"What do you mean?"

"I'd like to live here with you."

"Oh, ok, sure. I'll call Emmy tomorrow." and then she slept.