Sarina wants More

Kate paused as Sarina looked up from her desk chair, “You really feel that you can manage your boy?”

Sarina realized that Kate had watched her with Serge in the park. Now Kate sat on the edge of Sarina’s desk. The short white skirt hem rose and Sarina saw the skin above the top edge of Kate’s nude hose’, and Kate bent and her finger reached to caress Sarina’s nylon covered upper thigh.

“I’m not convinced, not quite yet. Our world, my world depends on privacy and therefore on your and the other women’s respect of our shared privacy, our responsibility to each other. I wonder if your boy threatens this, my world?”

Sarina had thought of this, but she also knew her own mind and that Serge was an important part of her life.

Sarina stood, “Kate, just as you have established some control of my behavior I have done so with my man. You can see that your requirement for my dressing have been easily met. I’ve found I enjoy wearing the dresses and even with today’s heat, the hose’ as you require.”

As Sarina spoke Kate moved to stand in front of Sarina, and she reached to Sarina’ dress and slipped her hand below the hem. Kate’s fingers were touching her lover’s uncovered mons; Sarina had removed her thong panty.

Sarina quivered at the gentle feminine touch, but she continued to talk, “You see how I’ve modified my behavior. I have done the same with him. He’s mine. He will follow my needs.”

The gentle fingers of Kate’s right hand slipped along the side of Sarina’s clit hood. Kate looked into her eyes and Sarina smiled as she continued to speak.

“I didn’t understand this world you’ve brought me into. Ohh, ah, yes, there,” Sarina sighed.

“It took some time to adjust, and Serge has a purpose in my life Kate. Now I’ve determined I want him. His nature is generally submissive, and from the first moment we met. I just didn’t comprehend the term nor how my needs depended on his passive sexuality.”

Kate’s caress stopped, and she removed her hand from Sarina’s vagina and the dress hem fell. Sarina felt she needed the touch, but Kate had stepped back.

“You’re telling me that he has agreed to your relationship with me? He has submitted to you Sarina, after just this short time?” Sarina had texted Kate the notion earlier this morning on the walk to the lab.

Kate was pacing as Sarina stood at the desk watching. Kate said, “I thought he was too vanilla.”

Kate paused and looked at Sarina, “I captured you, ahh!”

Kate walked back to Sarina’s side, “That why I could snare you so easily. His sexuality is truly submissive!”

Kate spoke quickly. The questions flying, “How far will you take him? Does he call you mistress?”

Sarina only nodded, as she was excited seeing Kate’s passion regarding her man.

“How far? I’m uncertain what you mean Kate.”

Kate interrupted, “this is incredible!”

She moved to hug Sarina and she kissed her lover roughly as her hand pushed up Sarina’s dress and her fingers re-entered Sarina’s now soaked pussy. Just as quickly Kate stopped the kiss and stepped back.

“I mean your boy has agreed to be led? Now you need to push him.”

Sarina bit her lip and cast her eyes downward as Kate came close again, and Kate lifted Sarina’s chin, and Sarina licked her lip, teasing Kate to kiss her again.

Now Kate kissed Sarina passionately, and pushed her tongue into the Sarina’s mouth, and again Kate’s fingers entered her pussy again. Sarina was so aroused as she comprehended the scale of changes she had pushed Serge into. Yet the feminine fingers trying to bring on her orgasm were those of her mistress.

When Kate paused the kiss Sarina, spoke quickly, “I’ve directed Serge to keep my panties in his pocket today. The ones I wear during my cycle. A pair of my boy-shorts.”

Now Kate looked into Sarina’s eyes as she caressed the woman’s clit roughly, “You’re amazing Sarina. In this brief period you’ve exceeded me.”

Kate could see and feel Sarina’s rising peak, “Now come on my hand bitch. Do it now! Your soaked wet little cunt is mine. I’m fucking you with my hand! Cum Sarina!”

Sarina stared into her Kate’s eyes as the orgasm enveloped her and then she closed her eyes and allowed the climax to roll up her body to her chest. She collapsed into Kate’s arms.

A few minutes later Sarina was seated in her chair and Kate sat on the edge of the desk with her skirt hiked to her hips. Sarina placed her hands on Kate’s hose’ clad legs as Kate spoke.

“I should have seen this coming Sarina. The incident last week with the passkey showed that he, I meant to say, Serge, was anything but a strong-headed male. If he were he would have inserted himself into our sex play. When Hannah told me how committed you were to him I should have been more understanding.”

Now Sarina had lowered her head to the exposed vulva on the desk edge and gently licked Kate.

“Ahhh, yes, that’s feels good, and how will you keep him close? He may enjoy your leading him, but he may not want to become a cuckold.”

Kate now was moaning, as Sarina pushed her tongue deep into Kate’s pussy while her finger traced the rim of Kate’s back opening.

Kate continued to moan softly but said, “My vote is that we feminize Serge as soon as possi,” but Sarina winced and she stopped licking Kate, and looked to her mistress.

“Please do not be upset with me, but no Kate. I told Hannah that I wanted you to remain separate. He’s mine and I’ll decide how and what I’ll expect from Serge. Not you nor Hannah.”

* * * * * * * *

Sarina had left a webpage open for Serge to review on her desktop computer in the back bedroom that served as their office. It detailed a woman who lives near Paris and her suggestion that the lead in a female led relationship didn’t have to act or allow her charge to be a fetishist. There were several emails, and Serge could see that the woman had consulted Sarina, regarding her situation. From so far away Sarina was told that to find happiness both people in the relationship needed security and a normal life. Sarina was suggesting to Serge that her goal was that she was in-charge but in all other ways she desired to be a couple.

* * * * * * * *

“Ah,” Kate moaned, “you need something Serge has.”

Kate then smirked, as Sarina continued to lick and play between her thighs, “Yeah, his warm cock!”

Sarina frowned, “With all respect Kate, I do sometimes need his, penis, but it’s more than that. You opened my mind to explore, and I found a potential multifaceted life that may be right for Serge and me. You have Hannah, and yet you desire me and the other women. I hope that my new relationship can be a good thing. I hope to find that it will be good for you Kate.”

Sarina saw the resolve forming in Kate’s eyes, “Okay, for now I’ll allow you to decide what’s best but as I said earlier, I won’t allow him to distract you. Is this clear to you Sarina?”

Sarina was still on her knees and she kissed Kate’s body, licking her, as she now knew that Kate would respond to her next move. The long middle digit of her left hand entered Kate’s moist anus. The probing of the long finger together with the cunnilingus was having an effect, and Kate’s passion was rising as Sarina knew she would orgasm soon.

“Oh yes my princess, oh yes, your finger in my tight bottom, oohh, good god, yes Sarina.”

The afternoon discussion and the moist tongue in her pussy brought Kate to climax, and as Kate panted trying to relax Sarina moved up to kiss her lover with her juice-covered face.

“Yes Sarina, I do love your tongue.” Kate’s makeup smeared when Sarina wildly kissed Kate.

“Your face is covered with my scent Sarina.”

As Kate calmed down she leaned against the desk edge considering the passion of her lover and her tongue, but she was still breathing deeply.

“Sarina that was wonderful,” as Sarina looked at Kate and watched as she bent to pull her panties off of her right ankle.

“I do want to know more about your Serge, whatever you’re calling the poor boy.”

Kate handed Sarina the damp undergarment, “Here Sarina. Maybe you’ll need these to further affect your boy. I’ll need to keep an eye on this soft man, and you can be allowed a little freedom, just a bit as I determine if this can actually work for me as well.”

Kate pulled her compact out to review her face as Sarina came beside her and straighten the back hem of Kate’s white skirt.

Kate smiled, “It’s a little short but it served me well today. I liked watching you eat my pussy. I’ll stop by in a few days.”

Sarina watched her walk to the door and turn, “I’ll be watching Sarina.”

Later that afternoon Sarina realize that Kate’s opinions were less important, as she was changing her awareness of how she felt about the seduction. The idea of pushing Serge as Kate suggested was never in her mind. This morning she simply let him know she was the lead. The webmaster from Paris she had communicated with had not suggested that she force Serge strongly, rather she recommended that the role for Serge be developed slowly as Sarina became more assertive and aware of her desires.

An hour later Sarina received an E-mail on her private account:

‘a few ideas for your consideration’

It was from Kate. There were three items shown from an on-line store. The strap-on seemed to be similar to the one Kate had used to fuck Sarina’s bottom that first time. The second item was a small cage like device for the male genitals. The idea of having him being denied sexual delight was interesting to Sarina, but she would not purchase it, but the anal training kit also seemed to be appropriate. If she was capable of be fucked in the ass so was Serge, and Sarina immediately order the two items.

She copied Serge on the receipt and just passed four in the afternoon Serge understood.

She did not write a note of the contents. After reviewing the document, he realized where they were heading, to a different level. He considered his decision to remain with her for just a moment. Her needs, and his desire for Sarina was so strong that he had to consider her plan. Could he find a way to adjust to her sexual control? The package delivery date was two days away. Sarina wanted to give him an opportunity to leave. Her method was abrupt, but to her it would seem acceptable. Serge needed to carefully consider how he would react to her toys and the suggestion of her pegging his bottom. He recalled his thought from the other day. If he had been more adventuresome in bed with Sarina their lovemaking may have included anal sex. Maybe she would never have agreed to being with her two women. It seemed impossible thinking now how these past three weeks had transpired, but now the nature of their relationship had shifted and he was in a secondary role. He considered that Sarina was in-charge and she knew how to prompt him to act. As he studied the images of the collection she had ordered he wondered if he should move out. She seemed intent on pushing him toward butt-sex, and he had never considered his ass a place of joy or interest. As he considered the strap-on he realized he needed to research how this may be pleasurable. Somehow over the last three weeks Sarina had become aware of anal sex and she clearly enjoyed it.

How could he reciprocate? Should he send her a note explaining his anxiety, or that her lead may have a negative affect, but he didn’t. Serge would find a way to embrace the new toys, as his love was still strong for Sarina and he wanted to remain in the relationship.

Serge stewed over the E-Mail he had written for twenty minutes, then he realized that his reference had been destroyed. It was no longer an equal relationship. It was hers to determine and set the path, and he needed to completely acquiesce or she would tell him to leave.

After an hour on the webpage ‘awesomeanal’ he had more understanding and was intrigued that both the sexes seemed to love anal. The dirtiness of the act didn’t seem to be an issue. Then he found a site that discussed the preparation of a ‘bottom’. This aspect of anal play seemed to be essential for the images and videos showed women and men moving their faces and tongues freely from a cock to a butt. In several of the videos there was no hesitation on the faces of the participants. He had of course licked Sarina’s ass on several occasions but he hadn’t stuffed his tongue inside her like the sex actors did to their lover’s bottoms.

The cleaning of a receiving bottom seemed to be important and Serge found a descriptive page, and he wondered if Sarina had done such a cleaning? When he walked to the bath he found a small bag with a thin nozzle. The bag and hose were new, and he considered her use of the cleaning equipment while holding it. Sarina was clearly leading him to this, and she had left the pink bag readily discoverable. He looked about the bath and saw a simple hook on the shower rod. It was new but he couldn’t recall when he had first seen it.

Returning to the CPU Serge re-examined the video with the woman showing the method, and he decided to wait until this evening and Sarina’s return. Maybe there was a different explanation and he had to get an assignment finished.

At lunch they had agreed to a late supper so that he could complete the code review. At seven that evening, Serge heard Sarina in the kitchen and a moment later the sound of the shower. When he walked to the kitchen to fill his glass, he saw something on the counter; it was the balled panty, and he turned almost picking it up, but resisted. He reached into his pocket and felt Sarina’s panties. The other pair didn’t look familiar, and Serge quickly glanced around and then bent forward and his nose was within a few inches. The aroma was of sex but he knew that the scent wasn’t Sarina’s. The sound of the running water stopped and he returned to his work desk and checked whether the client had received the files.

A moment later he felt her presence, and he turned to look obliquely at her, not directly.

“I like that Serge, there’s respect in you. Did you see the gift from Kate?”

Though he didn’t shift in the chair, nor turn away as he considered telling the truth, “Yes Sarina, I did notice them.”

She stepped away but returned quickly and walked to his side. She had only a towel about her and her hair was not wet, and he stood as she pulled the damp white lace thong panty open, and she extended her hands to open the waist opening.

“I want you to smell her,” she placed the taut garment in his hand.

“So that you know that I had sex with her just a few hours ago.”

He could see her hand moving toward his face, but he didn’t resist her action and the skimpy panty’s back panel was wiped across his face, and Serge could see through the lace a little, as he inhaled and his nose was filled with Kate’s scent.

Sarina bent close to his ear and said, “Lick her panty. She gave it to me to give to you. She wants you to wear these tomorrow, but I will not allow her to try and take you from me.”

She then turned and went to the bedroom. Calling back to him she said, “Remember you’re not allowed to masturbate Serge.”

The next day after he came back from their lunch picnic there was a package on the stoop. Sarina sent him a text; she had been alerted by the carrier of the delivery.

‘open up the package I sent you’

He walked to the kitchen, and he ripped open the box. They had not spoken of the receipt she had forwarded, and Serge pulled the inner soft package open and found the three items. Each had a tag and plastic package, and he opened each and discarded the wrappings.

The cell alert was quiet:

‘I want you to put the anal kit to use this afternoon’

He picked up the three different plastic anal plugs. The large one was almost as big as his penis, and he considered whether he should respond to Sarina when the phone buzzed again:

‘get to the bath and use the pink bag serge, NOW’

Seven

As Serge read her last text he contemplated the turn of events of the past three weeks, and he was unsettled, and wasn’t sure that he could be with Sarina. The changes she was making in her life would clearly have a consequence to his if he remained. Vanilla sex was not on the table as she clearly wanted Serge to participate and enjoy her interest in anal. Serge knew that Sarina would established the rules and he had agreed to her conditions but right now he needed help. The follow-up explorations Serge had done this morning focused on the development of compliance in either sex. He had decided that he would be guided to meet her desires, and restrain his own desire. But the other night he had want to penetrate Sarina’s lovely upturned naked ass, and he was unable to clear the thought and sight of her beautiful bottom from his mind.

He wanted to submitting to her new and curious needs and make them his as well. The perplexing question was no longer why he was drawn to Sarina but how he wouldn’t be settled until he could allow her true control. The information regarding Kate’s trying to coop him didn’t phase Serge, and somehow this provided the clarity he required.

That cemented it; he would do anything to be her lover, and he sat looking at the pink bag the cell buzzed. She had sent him another text :

‘do you have any questions Serge?’

He paused and considered the next step for two minutes and sent a text, careful to consider her perspective.

‘no, I’ve found some instructions’

Sarina was grooming him for the role of the father of her children and he would suspend the societal beliefs of the roles of the genders. She wasn’t trying to demolish his maleness, only the arrogance’s that many men took to be a right of preeminence. Serge’s web-search on obedience and submission was in his head, and he wanted her to direct their love making. He knew that they loved the same things and that he loved women. Serge also realized that he functioned best with her in his life. He now understood that he needed Sarina to lead him, and the other two women would stay out of their bed. It was the anal sex and her desires. Having read of how women and men enjoyed butt sex since he had seen her with Hannah and Kate a week earlier, he now understood that it was just sex.

‘good, I want you clean there always’

Her notes meant he was already committed and he stood to begin his cleaning as instructed. Serge was hers, he was her lover and her friend. He just needed to open his head and explore her request and check his misguided understanding of what constituted sex between lovers; between a woman and a man. Serge decided that he would try to enthusiastically evolve for her.

Three days passed without Sarina asking about his use of the pink bag. She was coaching other characteristics out of him, and she had brought a second pair of Kate’s panties to him.

Sarina explained, “If Kate asks me to do anything, I will address the request, so I have delivered the damp thong,” and Serge picked up the panty.

“I don’t want you put them on Serge,” these were damp as well, and this meant that she had made love with Kate this afternoon.

The following day she had left early for the lab, and Sarina sent him a link for a film:

‘the roles reversed, details are different but watch this Serge’

The movie wasn’t only about the kinky activities of a couple but an exploration of the psychological aspect of a sub relationship. The sex was still riveting and the plot led to the woman’s willing anal penetration.

Two hours later he received an unambiguous text:

‘thank you for agreeing to stay with me Serge’

Then a quick second text:

‘the preparation has been underway for months so be ready Serge’

Then a third:

‘watch the film again carefully Serge’

The fourth came ninety minutes later:

‘get the small anal plug in your bottom Serge’

He put down the cell and went to the bedside drawer. The small tube of lube and the toy were waiting with a note.

‘slow is best with these toys Serge, and I will only allow you to penetrate my bottom, if you can understand the intensity of the action yourself’

He removed his jeans and sat on the bed edge contemplating next action. He knew that he wanted to be inside Sarina’s ass now, as he thought of it all the time. He was loved by the woman he loved, and he held the toy in his hand and considered that she must have dealt with a similar exploration herself. She didn’t just take the stiff phallus attached to Hannah’s hips into her butt without preparation. So her request was true and considerate, and as he looked at her new toy he smiled and rolled onto his hip.

After some time he relaxed and pushed the slim toy in and allowed himself a moment, as his bottom began to adjust and he noticed a tingle. The penetration was complete, and he left the toy in place for a few minutes and slipped his pants up and tried to work.

Later when he went to bed that night. Sarina had left the small anal plug. She was clearly telling him to sleep with it.

x x x x x x

Their daily lives didn’t change greatly, though he did notice that Sarina was evolving, especially how she dressed each day. Serge made a mental note, as two or three packages and boxes arrived each day, and he had to sign for several. The name on the address label was Sarina Jones. Thankfully the carriers in the neighborhood never commented. She hadn’t shared these purchases with Serge and he didn’t explore to determine what she was buying.

After the first week of cleansing Sarina came home for lunch rather than meet Serge in the park, “I have the afternoon off Serge. I’ll make a simple salad and we can talk of the afternoon,” and he closed out his work files, but left the laptop running on the counter.

As she gathered the greens and washed them she spoke, “You have noticed that I dress for Kate correct Serge?”

He looked at her, wearing a mid-thigh dress that had a soft off-white color with a floral pattern. She wore a taupe colored heel on her feet, but her legs were covered, though there was no apparent color to the clearly exquisite hose’ she wore. Her hair was in a ponytail and she had three bangles on her right wrist and the gold chain he’d given her on her birthday about her bare neck.

“Her respect is something I have come to cherish, yet it’s you that I love. Kate likes to see me in very specific types of clothing. I have found it helps me focus, to be dressed for her is a joy.”

“Sarina you always look great,” Serge offered as he watched her preparing lunch. She dried her hands and turned toward him.

“Are you happy with the way you are dressed?”

He paced a bit, “I don’t know Sarina. My jeans are comfortable. I guess it’s pretty casual.”

“Well, I am not happy with how you look in them now. I’m also displeased with your hair. The mop look was okay before, but I want you to begin conditioning your hair. I have some ideas regarding re-styling it.”

She came around the counter and smiled as he sat. She seemed to tower over him with her tall heels.

“On the bed is an outfit I want you to try on.”

She returned to the sink and began to wash another pile of lettuce.

He walked to the bedroom to find a pair of pants and a shirt. There was a new pair of shoes on the floor, and he removed the worn jeans and pulled off his t-shirt.

“Shower first Serge, and shave again please,” she called from the kitchen.

As he dried himself with a soft towel, Serge considered her discussion of his outfit, and how he presented to others, and he could see that Sarina wanted him to be special rather than ordinary. He moved the new pants to put on some boxers but when he picked up the taupe pants Serge saw that the underwear were not boxers, but new to him. The packaging had been removed but there were three pairs, and soft blue in color. He wondered if they were boy-shorts, but they had a dick slot. He slipped the tight underwear on. The second anal plug was also on the bed, slightly larger. Over the past few days he had found inserting the plug easier, but wearing it more than several hours required removing it and relaxing for a while. This one was a bit thicker. Her intent was clear, and he lifted his foot to the bed edge and applied a small amount of lube to the toy Sarina wanted inside his bottom. Concentrating Serge positioned the plug and it slipped in, and he groaned due to the size, as it was noticeably bigger. Serge felt full, yet somehow his moan was quiet, as he put his foot down, and he heard Sarina singing faintly. He looked toward the kitchen and she smiled seeing him as well.

When he picked up the shirt he noticed the nearly translucent fabric of the white undershirt, and he paused only a moment before slipping it on. Serge then pulled the pants on and started to button them, but these were fitted, and settled on his hips; he would not need to wear a belt.

Picking up the white dress shirt he felt the soft cotton and noted the tag. It was an expensive designer brand. Looking at the details he saw that this was a unique design, as all of the items she had given him, and he considered the consequences; she wanted to control how he looked. Sarina was very well paid and now and she wanted to spend some money improving how the world saw her lover. Sarina had been acting quite lovingly now that he was allowing her to settle the new path for them, and she was asserting her will sensitively rather than aggressively.

Serge finished dressing and stood reviewing the new outfit, and now saw the new shoes. Inside was a small package of socks. Actually these were long socks that came nearly to his knee, and he wondered if these were hose’ not socks, as they were nearly transparent. The shoes at a glance had appeared to be Italian but now I saw these were actual flats, though the style wasn’t overly feminine. The leather was dark brown in color. He thought that the design was interesting, and could be gender-neutral, as they did have a slightly elevated heel. Standing and looking in the full mirror, Serge knew that he looked a nice, but then he saw himself in profile. The fitted pant and shirt announced his proportions, and it was first time he had ever noticed his backside. The tapered legs of the trousers called attention to his bottom and the plug between his cheeks made him aware of his posture.

“You look nice Serge,” and he could just see her reflected in the mirror but she could see his backside, and he sensed that she was happy.

Sarina came near and rubbed his bottom and teasing him, as her fingers touched the end of the probe beneath his new pants. His lover had dressed him, and this was her control extended to another aspect of their relationship. He walked closer to the mirror and felt the difference of the slight heel but was startled by the reflection, as he could see the straps of the undershirt beneath the white shirt. She wanted Serge to be different than all the other guys she knew, and she wanted him to dress for her.

“How are you feel Serge? Do you understand that you make me happy?” But he was resisting an urge to holler.

“Oh, I’m okay Sarina.”

As he walked away from the closet Sarina asked, “Did you see the strap-on by the bed?”

He stopped, “Yes”

“We will wait until you ask me to play with your bottom Serge. Until such time you are to restrain your masturbating as a respect for me,” and she smiled.

She was now next to him, “The phallus will help you and me, but it is not for today. I think you need more work on your butt Serge. There is a bigger plug in the bath drawer. Please go and find it. I want to see it now.”

As he returned Serge saw that Sarina had removed her dress and was waiting, dressed with only her stockings and heels. The curve of her naked breasts excited him, and he dropped the larger anal plug.

“I need you to love my pussy Serge but I also want you to learn to kiss my bottom,” and Sarina reached down and picked up the fatter anal plug. “I’m assuming that you feel full now, but by next week this will be settled inside you.”

Serge had a frown on his face but Sarina’s kiss helped clear his mind, “I will try Sarina,” as he knelt and kissed her naked mons gently. He had learned over the months to watch her face as he pleased her vagina, and he had learned to see she reacted when he kissed her folded lower lips. Serge’s attention to her orgasm over the past months had helped, but now he realized that she had been patiently teaching him.

She stood leaning against the counter, as his tongue moved between her thighs.

When he met Sarina he had no idea what he was doing when he kissed her body. Now Serge liked the way his tongue felt when he pushed it passed the opening of her pussy. He loved having his face in the folds of her vagina and now he ran his tongue everywhere, including her back hole.

“Ohh yes Serge, there, lick across the rim again, oh yes,” she moaned softly.

Whenever he would swipe his tongue across her anus Sarina would moaned, and she needed him to be the guy who paid attention to her body. As her body began to shake he now focused on her clit.

“Fuck Serge, yes, kiss me there, I’m going to cum on your face,”

As he turned her to get closer to her butt he considered that maybe they would have a future, and his fingers reached up and held her naked breasts, and he began to caress her nipples while his face slipped between her cleft.

“Ohh, yes Serge, your tongue on my tight hole please lover,”

He was there on his knees and was aware of how much he loved having her cover his face, and he shifted about and she lifted her heel covered right foot allowing his tongue better access to her vulva and ass. Sarina’s hands reached down as her climax began and he held his tongue on her now swollen clit.

Serge was happy that Sarina was enjoying this so much, as she sighed and her hips shook, as now she clamped her thighs tightly about his head, and there was a loss of air for that moment.

Sarina’s heels somehow kept her just there, at his mouth, but finally she collapsed, and fell backwards onto Serge’s hands as he breathed deeply, panting.

That was the biggest orgasm he had every seen Sarina enjoy, and he must have shot off a bit for his underwear was damp. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were closed. She was his today and he smiled as her eyes opened.

“You’re a better learner than I had expected Serge.”

He looked at her panting and saw the juice running down her hose’ covered thigh.

“So you liked that Sarina?”

“It’s going to be okay Serge. You just topped my expectations in several ways.”

The carpet had helped his knees for he was licking and kissing her for a long time.

“Please fetch my strap-on Serge,” Sarina asked.

He brought it to her and she immediately rubbed the tip along her wet slit, “Ohh yes, now I want you to slip the cock into me, but not my pussy Serge, slowly though. My body enjoys slow penetration not ramrodding.”

Her climax had come on slowly and he had seen the joy on her face but she wanted this too, and he felt happy, as at least he was here. He was her Serge, Sarina’s lover.

“I want you to watch this go inside my body but in the other opening Serge,” and she positioned the tip as he held the phallus end at the balls.

“Just insert the tip first Serge, yes, just a bit.”

It was difficult due to her position,” Wait, I’ll turn for this first penetration Serge.”

Once she leaned onto the counter he pulled her butt cheek and her hand came around to settle the cock head at her opening, “Okay Serge push into me please.”

He looked at the tight opening that glistened with his saliva, and slowly and gently he pushed while subtly turning the shaft a bit back and forth. He had learned the need for the first part of a dildo or plug to slid over the soft tissue.

“That’s very, ohh, it’s large Serge, ahh!” she moaned.

“So slow, now push passed the muscle please.”

The afternoon sun came out from behind a cloud at that moment and lit Sarina’s bottom, framed by her suspender straps, and Serge saw most of the length of the seven-inch cock disappearing into his lover’s upturned bottom. It was so exciting that he ejaculated and moaned softly.

“Yes Serge, you can cum while fucking me like this; now in and out but slowly.”

She had climaxed less than five minutes earlier but she began to rotate her bottom as he held the phallus, and Sarina moved and Serge saw the glisten shaft slipping out of her ass. She was fucking the toy in his hand!

“Ohh, Serge, yes, now you try, fuck me with the stay-hard cock!”

He saw her drop down, and now he pulled the cocktoy carefully, almost free of her tight ring while she remained still, then he pushed gently and watched as the dildo disappeared again.

A few moments later, as she moaned Sarina commanded, “Push in deeper, I’m cumming Serge! Push in deeper!”

Serge watched as she shook as her second orgasm began and he worked to keep the toy within her, while watching and listening to her panting, and she slowed reached to steady herself as his hand came to her hip.

“That was simply amazing Serge. I have never climax with you like this before honey.”

He stood as she turned and slipped down on to the sofa.

“That’s what’s in store for you Serge. The orgasms in my ass beat any that I have ever had from oral or vaginal intercourse. By this time next week you will better understand where our world is going and I will be there with you Serge.”

Seven

The next day was Saturday and he got up early and went for a long run. As Serge ran he wondered about her cleansing. Maybe she had a separate kit. Maybe she cleaned her bottom at the lab, or he considered if her and Kate did so together. Such were the new thoughts but he was shifting his focus and questioning many things now that Sarina seemed committed to their future.

He returned near ten to find two bags at the door, each was filled with his clothes. Sarina had spent the morning clearing his drawers and organizing the new garments, and he stopped short at the threshold, but he wasn’t conflicted as much as anxious.

She had heard Serge come in and she walked up to him and kissed him lightly, “You need a shower. That outfit goes too Serge. You can keep the running shoes until I find a suitable pair dear.”

She walked toward the kitchen but stopped, “Next time you run please don’t forget that my lover is always wearing my toys in his bottom. The small one will do for your exercise dear.”

On Sunday Sarina awoke before him. When the warm sun caused Serge to stir he sat up, and saw that sitting on the bed beside him was another strap-on. He looked at it and picked it up. It was slightly moist, and he check it and found her scent.

She called from the kitchen, “Are you holding my new toy Serge?”

He could glimpse Sarina from the bed and she looked so sexy, he almost jumped out of bed and asked her to come back to bed, but that was the old Serge’s thoughts, and he saw her walking to the doorway. She was dressed in a new body fitting black dress, nude hose’ and tall black heels. She had prepared her face and wore a new neck dressing; seven or so pearl strands some of which fell between her cleavage. Her hair was held back with a clip. She pushed her heels to touch the door frame.

“Do you recall the last time I stood here Serge?”

He smiled at her, “Get up we have a lot to do,” she said as she turned, and he considered the woman that was in love with him and wondered about his eclipsed role. He wasn’t totally submissive, but his desire to be with her was strong and growing. Looking at her he lusted to be hers somehow and forever. He now had come to realize this wasn’t a struggle or competition with Sarina, as they had found a consensus. They both wanted to be here with each other and there was a genuine friendship. He had come to love the same things as Sarina and she wanted to share this new sexual practice with him. Serge recognized that he didn’t want to lose this woman. Her involvement with the other women was no longer an issue, as their partnership could only last and retain its fire if they both care for their new sexual reality.

Researchers have found that both men and women can prefer to imagine being dominated. Serge was surprised that the research also showed that men liked it even more than women. The writers suggested that an alternate fantasy was the drive once men were free from rejection and restrictions.

Sarina now turned and walked to the bedside and sat beside him. She leaned and kissed him with passion, then she pointed at the cocktoy.

“Today Serge you will wear this and it will enter me, as your penis will not penetrate me until I feel you are ready for such a reward, and I want you to wear this tight panty girdle to prevent you from any lapse.”

She pulled the nude-toned panty out. It had a ‘V’ shaped reinforced panel.

“This will absolutely control your penis for my fun today Serge.”

She turned and walked away, and Serge sat dumbfounded by her demand. A few minutes later he went to the closet thinking of her dress as he picked out his outfit for today., but Sarina had set aside a dark pant with a jacket; a deep grey as well. There was a nearly transparent white shirt. It might have been a woman’s blouse though, with a deep ‘V’ expose at the front panel and there was a new undershirt.

“I just received those pants from the tailor. She adjusted the bottom cleft for you and the leg cuffs.”

The trimmed waist was pinched, and the shirt sleeves were sewn in a slightly rolled fashion. The jacket sleeves were short, but not three-quarter length, to expose these cuffs. When she had Serge try the suit before the alterations he was surprised how comfortable it was. Sarina had said it was a gender-fluid line of a new designer, as she smiled.

Now she came back to the room, “Let me settle your boy bits properly.”

The first time she had done this was over a week ago when she somehow made his testes disappear, and again she moved his balls and they slipped into the cavity.

“There, cozy up there. Now slip the girdle up while I hold your soft cock back Serge,” but he wasn’t quite soft now.

“Relax and think of shirt, as it looks great,’ and he tried to not say anything.

“Sarina, it surely is a blouse!”

She smiled, “So, but it isn’t?”

With him shaking his head she stood as he did, and she watched him slip on the shirt, “See the buttons are normal, not opposite as with a girls shirt,” and she shifted him to the reflection in the mirror, and he saw only a subtle bump due to the tight panty.

“Thank you Serge for being with me.” Then she kissed him lovingly.

After they had lunched Sarina went outside for a few moments and left Serge to clean up the kitchen. She was on her cell talking just outside the window.

“Yes, Kate, today is the day for the strap-on. He enjoyed the last sex play with the toy. He is coming into line very nicely and I’m proud of his willingness to be here with me. You have Hannah and I can have Serge.”

Kate told her to play carefully, “He may become too excited and overpower you Sarina.”

She resisted Kate’s doubt, “I know he is mine now.”

When she came back inside, Serge wondered about her sly smile but he didn’t say anything, looking down to the final dish work. Sarina went to bedroom and returned wearing only her chemise, the leg lingerie and her heels. She signaled for Serge to come.

“Serge I want to show you the proper way to wear this device. Remove your jacket and that sort of blouse, and slip the pants off of your hips.”

Seeing the girdle she asked, “Is it comfortable, I mean with your boy bits stuffed in there?”

He hesitated, “This panty-thing is actually comfortable Sarina and I had forgotten about the other junk.”

Sarina thought his groin was appropriate, as it reminded her of her lover Kate’s smooth mons pubis.