What He wanted was me… This was clear before the games began. He had his room and I had mine. We worked hard. We worked in His room – ‘the working room’ – and after 7 straight hours, I declared that we should call a break before dinner.

The trouble was that our dialogue was so intense, almost as strong as my desire for possessing Him, but after seven hours of straight work I also wanted to be in hot, scented water. I needed the break and he still needed to talk so much, that I invited Him to continue our discussion in my bathroom, whilst I immersed myself in the self same hot, scented water.

I stripped, He watched, continued talking as if I were fully dressed, as I lowered my voluptuous body into the warm, scented water.

He affected no interest in my naked body and I colluded with His delusion, pretending to be more interested in what He was saying than what I was feeling. Despite the fact that whenever my hands went between my legs, I lost the thread, massaging my breasts, I still continued to look and sound like I was listening; I felt surges that had little to do with our verbal discourse. The games had begun. Likewise, He affected no interest in me, whilst watching me sport in the bubbles of the bath, He was apparently deeply involved in the substance of our business discussion and reluctant to divert from our prime interest – getting our book defined.

Or ‘getting it to bed’.

He watched me bathe my generous breasts without comment; He observed me wash my pussy as any parent would monitor their child in the bath – all observation, but no comment on what He sees as the ‘correct procedure’, His restraint only betrayed by the occasional gap in his dialogue. (This should read as ‘monologue’ – I was so hot, so sexually aware and submissive from being physically, as well as mentally, on display that I had all but lost power of speech. Despite being negligent in neither, I could not create a sensible sentence for wondering what He was thinking of me).

As I washed my hair under the shower, He left me to my task. I climbed out of the bath and shower, feeling purified, cleansed, relaxed and re-defined. I was scented, relaxed and perfumed, confident that I could meet what the evening and He had in store. When I emerged from the bathroom, I saw that He was laid out on my king-sized bed, still fully clothed, and I wrapped my naked warm body in the fluffiest of while towels and lay myself next to Him. I knew that He could rarely resist me in a sexual context, or I Him, and recent conversations had urged me to buy a device that I thought we would both find exciting and unique. We had spoken on the telephone, more than 200 miles apart, about the submission required by ‘butt plugs’ and how withdrawal on orgasm from the woman’s anus is said to cause unspoken pleasure for the woman (which naturally generates untold credit for the male).

At this point, just after a lovely bath, I was warm, soft, and moist and wrapped in an enormously fluffy white towel – my aim at this stage in the day was to go and get dinner. However, it was clearly evident that He wanted to play with my warm, pink, naked body, carelessly masked by a fluffy towel – far from prying eyes from our spouses and our families in the privacy of an anonymous hotel bedroom.

He began by pinching flesh He knew would make me react in a sexual way – an arousal I mask by laughing (no wonder women love to be with men that make then laugh). We have been here many times before, after all – and He asked me about my shopping trip earlier that day – before our morning coffee in a very public bookshop… In our writing, we have been preaching that novelty to generate emotion is important. On the phone, I let Him know that I was going on a shopping errand that morning that was out of the normal, but not what it was specifically. This meant that although I was in the shop alone, I felt and behaved as if He was at my shoulder. The girl in the shop served me with my choice as if I was a seasoned sexual adventurer or provocateur, not a first-time buyer -- being away from home has so very many advantages.

The main advantage for me was that I could think freely of Him and our union without wondering who might see me as I made the purchase.

I was slippery and wet as I left the shop and the purchase of KY jelly in the Boots branch next door to Anne Summers seemed almost unnecessary; but I knew if I wanted Him to use me to His will it was truly necessary. I love my butt being given due and proper attention by Him; and as much as I knew He loved giving it more than even its fair share of attention, every so often we need lubricating help especially if we have a new ‘toy’ to play with!

We have each made emotional choices and these stand outside of our working relationship; more importantly, our physical relationship stands above and beyond and the virtue of many more years than either of these ‘normal’ mortal relationships: our purely personal, or exclusively ‘working’ relationship outstrips them all.

What I told Him about before this meeting was my deeply-held desire to be possessed through my anus at the same time as my fanny, my pussy, my cunt, being entirely satisfied by a willing cock - His. Through a bit of reading certain erotic stories, I saw how this may be achieved in ways I could never discuss with my spouse.

I bought anal beads and KY jelly for my arse and told Him in advance, by telephone, that I aimed to be breached though both defences at once for the first time ever – and that if we timed it right, our business trip may be just the right chance.

It seemed that after watching me bathe and wash my hair was the right time for Him. He watched me throughout my ablutions, still fully clothed, pretending not to see the real me. To talk of other things, while all the time He was assessing my value, my worth to Him. Although we have both changed physically since our first connection more that 20 years ago, there is an undeniable physical and sensual resonance that sounds between our bodies still. This resonance, for me, starts the moment one of us touches the other and is irrevocable

I knew I had scored with Him early on this occasion – this was before dinner – He wanted me more than he wanted food – I was turned on by this alone, my pussy dripping in submission, desire and the unmentionable.

Of course, I let Him play my body like a virtuoso with an instrument: He stroked my shaved pussy to a point that was just below pain; He sucked and bit my nipples on my magnificent breasts until I was writhing in desire and lust. I was in a state of ‘cum’ in so short a time that only He could achieve with me so quickly. He can make me cum so very quickly that I find, as a woman that I need to find something else to do - guess what – not only do I love sucking cock, He thinks I’m a goddess (I put it down to the hand-action!)

Even though He was still fully clothed, I loved unzipping Him and finding that His cock was awake and receptive. Receptive to my fingers and tongue and lips, just as my body responds only to Him – we are already as one.

I sucked His cock and played with His balls – it is difficult to tell if He finds this wonderful, but He tends to direct my head ‘South’ if it is ever missed. On one memorable occasion, He tied my hands behind my back and forced me onto my knees to suck His bouncing cock – a rare hint that He enjoys this oral, sucking, stimulation – especially if I am helpless, perhaps?

His cock is eminently suckable - I even dream about it – I breathe in the scent of Him. Musky, masculine and sexily rank, and open my mouth to His beautifully slender, agile prick and hungrily lick and suck Him, lapping up all the pleasure I can feel through His pelvis as it jerks against my face. I adore taking Him to the point where He begins to jerk involuntarily, for ever how short a term He allows it. There is a sensual ripple that rolls along the length of His shaft that is, in my experience, unique and exquisite. I revel in the knowledge that He is finding a pure physical pleasure with me and it only shows in these delicate ripples running the length of his silky manhood. He has good control and except for when He fucks me with arse beads, takes me from behind in unexpected moments or spanks me to submission, He is in charge and keeps control. He can bring me to multiple orgasms many, many times before allowing Himself sexual relief and slamming into me wholeheartedly… He says His pleasure comes from having me writhe in ecstasy beneath Him.

In this writhing state, in our ‘secret’ hotel room after my bath, He produced the newly-purchased anal-beads – without even reading or hearing the instructions, He knew from our heated telephone conversations over the recent weeks that there was a specific hole for these new toys to fill. As He told me of what would happen next, He lathered my anus, proudly held aloft to his ministrations, with the wonderfully soothing and cooling jelly. I put a pillow under my prone tummy to make sure that I was as open to His every move as possible, The jelly ran over my anus and into my pussy juices. Not a drop was wasted as His probing fingers escorted every drop to its best place and I laid myself shamelessly open to his gentle, kind and erotic ministrations. My anus and pussy were throbbing and purring under His sure, confident and masterful strokes. Both were purring and dripping as He reached for the anal beads, examining each cushiony bead along the shaft, saying how well they were made. More than that, He knew that their timely withdrawal from my rear (and rare) entry could escalate my orgasm.

But He guards His exclusive entry portal, my own arse, with great domination – no one, not even my spouse is allowed entry here. Only Him. It is His exclusive entrance and has been so for more than a decade. Feeding the anal beads in one swoop, He withdrew them and swiftly replaced them with his rampant cock – “beads or cock?” He whispered hotly in my ear…

Without hesitation, I replied. ’Cock’ and just to make sure, I gasped: ‘Your cock’ – in my head, I say to myself, because it is the silkiest, smoothest and down-right ‘fuck-me-now’ cock I have ever met – luscious! Even though I cannot say the words themselves, or maybe because I can’t -

These words seemed to send Him into a frenzy as He partially withdrew, giving three smart, harsh spanks to my already pink right buttock. My buttocks were still pink and soft from my bath and ready to quiver at any stimulation. I said nothing, but my arse and pussy, my sopping cunt, overflowing with juice, startled by a ‘friendly’ spank on the cheek, will have betrayed my excitement as my pussy clenched to try and grip His gorgeous cock.

‘Your cock’, I repeated, because it was true that His comfortable, silky, assured insertion of His glorious cock was what my anus had got used to, but this towel-wrapped session was clearly not what I was used to…

The beads were fed back in to my slick anus – embracing each soft, cushiony bead, and there were many if them; I was lying face down, pinned by His hot and now naked body, and knew, or hoped, what was coming next as the most cunning and cunt-loving cock found its way home, home into the depths of my pussy, whilst the beads were once again fed to my well-gelled and open arse. I knew that He was not only watching and controlling what was happening - excited as He was by me, by this toy, by the act itself, He had withheld from ejaculating – I knew His excitement came from being with me.

By now, I was so close to true orgasm, not much would have helped me there, the most slick and wondrous cock was embedded deep inside me, my arse was full of gorgeous, generous, sensual beads; all was set for an almighty orgasm. But I forgot how well He knows me as he delivered a repeated volley of spanks to just my left buttock – with His cock in my hot cunt and the newest of toys stuffed into my arse. I was spanked loudly and long – was I being punished for buying the toy? There was no affectionate rub to follow up – I was left quivering, expecting – every spank He has ever delivered before was followed with at the very least an affectionate rub… I realised that our world had tilted and I just had to live with being disciplined harshly by Him. No matter how I would have loved a body-butter follow-through this was not the case here – I would have to suggest if He wants more, he ought to consider what?!

His thrusts into my hot cunt resume – I can feel my buttocks tingle now just below pain and drifting towards the ecstasy of feeing truly alive – His dexterous fingers move to manipulate my clit, already well ready and on alert to absolute blissful agony that greets a profound orgasm – there is a difference in every orgasm, but the contrast here with the shame and the pain is really extreme…

He is so accomplished that He can feel with His cock the moment when bitches like me reach orgasm, and has heard enough to know that this is the point when the anal beads are ripped out to best effect – know what – the people that tell you anal beads intensify everything - they ain’t kidding???!

He then withdrew and took up his own personal entry – into an arse already well-lubricated and tight with the tremors of my orgasm still rippling through my body as He released himself into me; into His exclusive window to my body. I feel His heat, His passion, His drive as he lets Himself find momentary release.

He rolls away, we go for dinner – you may have been in the restaurant with us?

I can’t wait till my next time with Him, now that He knows I need some aftercare –I am so juiced up just writing this that sleep could be some time away yet...

Cock or beads – I’ll let you know as this specific test progresses…