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Subject: {ASSM} Finding Pets and Places 04 (MF, Fdom, rom)
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Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2005 12:10:01 -0400
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Finding Pets and Places

-- Chapter 4 (MF, Fdom, cons, rom)

When Jenn next woke it was already fairly light out, and he was still
curled against her, snoring gently.  She looked over at the clock, amazed
she had been able to sleep so long.  Usually she could barely sleep
through the night.  Well, I guess I got some exercise last night, she
thought to herself.  Feeling his body against hers, she luxuriated, and
wanted to feel that closeness again.  Maybe she just wanted to be
reassured, or give him a chance to do it his way.  Either way, it's time
for some more, she thought.  She hesitated, though, not quite wanting to
wake him or to disturb his warm breath against her skin, and still feeling
restful herself.

Shifting slightly, she felt a slight pressure against her leg, and
instinctively returned it.  Well, at least part of him is stirring, she
thought, and turned and pulled at his body.  He woke up slowly, focusing,
smiling and burying his head against her, nuzzling.  She kept pulling,
pulling him onto her, reaching down to guide him toward her.  He quickly
got the idea, and he, now totally alert, soon found her center.  "Slow,"
she said, moving her hands up his back, and he was, gentle, massaging,
reaching down himself and eventually pushing just hard enough to split her
open, his head entering her.

She spread her legs wider, reaching down between them to where they
joined, pushing down, almost instinctively as she often did when she was
just waking up on her own, against her clit.  He paused half way inside
her, feeling the pressure transferred down, onto the head of his dick.
She ran her hand up his body, his chest, his face, before reaching both
her arms over her head, her eyes half closed.

He started moving deeper within her with slow controlled strokes, watching
her carefully, her breathing, her breasts moving, flatter now against her
chest, but still tight, small, clearly shaped around her nipples.  She
opened her eyes and looked up at him, his slow survey of her body and the
slight uncertainty on his face, the way he focused on how her body moved,
how she reacted, on how he should move inside her.  She brought her hands
down to his face, then around his neck and back, pulling him down, and
kissing him hard, holding him still for the moment, feeling the head of
his dick resting just between her outer lips.

"It's okay," she said, her mouth moving to his ear, "just move.  However
you want.  Whatever what you want... enjoy it."  She smiled widely, "fuck
me."  He pulled up a bit, and she grinned up at him, and returned her
hands above her head, wrists crossed.  He looked down at her, his desire
showing more clearly now in his eyes, and started moving again, their
gazes locked.

His thrusts remained gentle for a few minutes as he kept watching her
reactions, gauging her breathing as he pushed in slightly different ways.
But soon enough he started moving faster, pushing now deep into her, his
eyes wandering hungrily over her body, looking down and pushing himself up
slightly, watching himself disappear into her.  She let her eyes close
again as a hand and then two found her hips, pushing down against them,
squeezing her small waist.  One moved, almost roughly up her stomach,
cupping and then squeezing her breasts, pinching a nipple.  She let out a
moan and her hands pushed up against the head board when he next pushed
back in.

His strokes became more urgent, and she held her body still but relaxed,
enjoying above all the warmth filling her, the gentleness of her bed and
firmness of his body, his hands on her.  He pushed hard into her, the bed
holding her back against him, his thrusts faster, more urgent, one hand on
her shoulder and the other on her waist, pushing her down onto him,
holding her against the bed.  His moans became gasps, and he sighed,
"oh... I... I'm gonna..."  Opening her eyes quickly at his voice, she
interrupted, "Oh, yes, come, come for me, harder..." finding his gaze
again.  Her look put him over, and his cock pulsed inside her, pushing in
firmly and insistently, the first shot deep inside her as he moaned
loudly, "aaohh... yes..."  He held himself deep inside her, his hips still
thrusting in quick short strokes, pushing her hips down, pushing down hard
enough to squeeze her clit between them.

He slowed, the last few pulses emptying inside her before collapsing down
onto her body.  She had been worried he'd be too heavy for her as he
covered her, but his weight was so evenly distributed she didn't notice.
She laughed to herself about how practical her thoughts were at such a
time, as his dick started to soften inside her, his breathing hot and
heavy against the side of her head.  She hadn't come, and the pressure of
his body was still against her clit and breasts, his dick now only
slightly stretching her pussy.  She liked being so aware, thinking so
clearly and feeling all the little details, she realized, while he was
consumed with his lust.

She pulled him off, back against her side.  Kissing him on the forehead,
she held him off her body for a second as she rolled over and pulled a
cloth from her dresser.  Moving back to him and raising her head, she used
it to clean off her pussy, and then to wipe off his dick, gently.  She saw
him tense as she ran it over the shaft and head, but he stayed quiet, and
relaxed again against her after she'd returned the cloth.

She let him doze against her for a while, having wrapping himself around
her body, his head on her arm against her breast, and she thought about
what to do.  She was still a bit turned on from her recent pounding, but
she mainly wanted to get up, take a shower, and generally be awake and
energetic.

"Hey," she said, pulling him back to consciousness, "I'm gonna go take a
shower.  You can sleep a bit more.  If you want a shower, in a bit, you
can come to the bathroom.  You do remember where it is, I presume."  He
looked up at her wearily, a silly look, and she leaned down and gave him a
quick kiss on the mouth before slipping out of bed, pulling on her robe,
and heading for the bathroom.

Leaving the door open slightly, she turned on the shower to let it warm
up, peed and brushed her teeth before letting her robe fall to the floor,
not even bothering to hang it up.  She stepped into the shower, closing
the frosted glass door behind her.

She took her time, letting the water run through her hair and over her
body.  She washed herself slowly, and had just finished rinsing her hair
when she saw the light of the door opening, and watched Mathew's blurry
form, obviously still naked, come through and close it again behind him.

"You're awake.  Good morning," she called over the noise of the water.
"Morning," he said, with rather more confidence than she expected.  "You
can, um, brush your teeth and stuff if you want.  You didn't bring much
with you, huh...  Well, there's another tooth brush in the cabinet... or
use mine if you want.  Guess you didn't expect to stay... hope it's
okay..."

"Yes, of course.  Thank you."  She watched his form stretch as he yawned.
"I hadn't even thought that far ahead, but I'm sure I wouldn't have
expected to enjoy myself so much if I had."  She blushed, and suddenly
felt strangely, slightly exposed, even through the glass, even though she
knew he couldn't see her blush.  She lingered, rubbing conditioner through
her hair as he brushed his teeth and peed.  She wondered which tooth brush
he'd used.  "Maybe we could go to your place so you can get stuff.  Or
maybe I should bring my stuff with me...  if there's nothing else you were
going to do today, that is..."  He laughed, bending over, picking
something up and hanging it on the door... her robe she realized, "No.
No, nothing."  He paused, "Aside from you, if I'm lucky, and anything else
you ask me to do, of course."

She finished her hair, and turned off the water, hesitating.  "Hand me a
towel... the blue one on the wall there."  He got it, and held it up to
her, in front of the door.  She opened it, and stepped into it, confused
by her embarrassment, but even more amazed by his manners.  He, on the
other hand, looked strong and assured, even as he stood naked in front of
her, his dick soft but still impressive hanging down, like in a statue,
she thought.

She tied the towel around her, above her breasts, and walked up to him
hesitantly, biting her lip.  He leaned in to kiss her, smelling of her
toothpaste.  They kissed, softly but wet for a minute, before he
straightened, and pulled another towel out and began toweling her hair.
She let him, enjoying the feeling, and leaned against him.

"I guess we're both a bit different in the morning, huh?" she said.  "A
little..." he said, "really it's you.  I mean, you made me different.  I
haven't felt that good in a while."  He blushed.  "You're really good.
And really beautiful," he said, taking the towel from her hair, his eyes
following her hair down to her shoulders, over the curves of her towel, up
to her eyes.  She smiled slowly, blushing herself now, but feeling very
reassured.

"So, I guess you don't have a change of clothes either.  Does that mean
we're going to have to keep you naked for a while?"  He looked down,
looking slightly awkward suddenly, or maybe she imagined it as she looked
him over, noticing his dick had started to grow a little.  "If that's what
you want to do with me," he said.  She grinned widely, remembering the
thrill of power, "Maybe.  We'll see if I get tired of it."  She kissed him
quickly on the cheek, took a step past him, slapped him hard on the ass,
making him jump, and said, "go take your shower."  He nodded and stepped
into the shower.  She noticed his dick bounce, now pointing full at
attention as he pulled the door closed behind him and yelped a bit as he
turned on the water, trying to get the right temperature in an unfamiliar
shower.

She stood, taking a moment to be amazed at how good he made her feel, how
good he was, before heading back to her room to get dressed.  Once she
finished, in simple tight pants and a top, she picked up a bit and
gathered his clothes from downstairs, folding them all on her bed.  She
looked at them carefully laid out and then, feeling rather naughty, took
his underwear and put them in a drawer of her dresser.

She suddenly realized she was starving.  Well, not very surprising, she
thought, but what to do about it.  She didn't really have enough food to
make a good breakfast for both of them, or at least not that she felt
comfortable making.  Besides, it was almost time for lunch.  She headed
back downstairs, stopping outside the bathroom to call, "Do you wanna go
out and get lunch somewhere?  Maybe before we take you back to your
place?"  He said something affirmative.  "Okay.  Your clothes are on my
bed.  I'll be downstairs when you're ready."

She got herself a glass of orange juice and checked her email while she
was waiting.  Nothing interesting, just some stuff from work.  Normally
she'd deal with it now, but today she decided it could all wait for
Monday.  Besides, she'd heard the shower being turned off a couple minutes
ago.

Sure enough, he shortly showed up at the bottom of the stairs, looking
almost as he had, sans shoes and tie, when she'd met him yesterday.  But
also rather more familiar, she thought, and rather more complete.  "So,
where do you want to go for lunch," he asked, startling her.  

"Oh, well, all the places I know are up in the city... where do you live?"

"South little ways, near the lake."  

"Oh, I've never been down there.  I've been meaning to check it out, I
hear it's nice."  

"There are some places down there, if you'd like, near my place."  

"Okay, let's go.  I guess I'll drive; I don't think I'll make it if we
have to wait for the train.  I'm just hungry..."  

"Yeah, no problem.  You can park at my place and we'll walk.

"Did you want to, um, bring anything?"  "Oh, yes, definitely, I hadn't
even thought of it," she said, feeling rather air-headed as she went back
to the stairs past him, "I'm normally so planned.  You're distracting.
I'll go grab a bag.  Stay."  She grinned embarrassed and rushed up to her
room, grabbing her bag and two changes of clothes, just to be safe.  She
stood a second and thought, what else might I want.  Anything we could
play with.  She grabbed the only thing she could think of, the dildo from
her dresser and wrapped it in a scarf, closed her bag, and went back
downstairs.

"Ready.  Do you have all your stuff?" she asked as he put his shoes on and
they went out the door.  

"Um, probably.  Does it matter?  Am I supposed to?"  She grinned at him,

"I suppose not.  You'll be back."  

He smiled back, and they headed out for her car.

It wasn't far at all, and she was surprised at how nice his apartment
complex was, at least on the outside.  Part of her was tempted to drag him
up then and there as she watched him take off his seat belt and get out of
the car.  But food was calling.  Taking his hand, she followed him out and
down the block to a cutesy line of shops, only just now starting to gather
people.  They walked in silence as she looked around, imagining it could
be quite busy here come evening.  As they passed by an alley, she even
noticed an unimposing sign reading, "Le Sex Shoppe."  There were a number
of restaurants along the street too, and she chose a quiet-looking one
where they could sit outside and pulled him in.

They both ate a large brunch, talking about life and work and the people
walking among the stores across the street.  He explained that it had been
an historic district, so they hadn't been allowed to change much of the
architecture a few years ago when the train had been extended, the modern
apartments went up, and the trendy stores moved in.  She also talked about
her work some, in particular describing her asshole boss.  When the check
came, she let him pay what cash he had, and then made correct change
herself with what she had, giving him back some of his.  She appreciated
how he neither complained about taking the money back nor mentioned how
much either actually owed.

She reached out across the table to take his hand, pulled him forward and
kissed him happily.  "Can we go see the lake?" she asked as he started to
relax back in his chair, feeling herself energetic and maybe a bit
romantic, which was a rather strange feeling for her.  "Oh, uh, sure,
there's a park just down the street a couple blocks."  She stood up,
pulling on his hand, and wrapped her arm around his as they walked down
the street.

The park was lovely, a strip along the lake with a path, scattered at this
time with joggers and dogs.  They found a quiet bench away from the path,
under a willow tree next to the lake, and they sat down.  She curled up
against him and watched the lake.

After a while he said, "it's weird."  Having been lost in her own
thoughts, not quite believing or understanding that she really was sitting
on a park bench pressed against some guy she'd met only a week ago, and
somehow feeling relaxed about it, she replied, almost without thinking,
"yeah."  A few seconds passed before she continued, "what is?"  

"This.  Us, I guess.  Last night.  The fact that I really did like
knowing, and doing what you wanted with me.  It's not really seriously
something I'd ever thought would work.  That I don't know whether it is
going to work.  Maybe just the fact that it just all doesn't feel weird at
all."

She laughed, and she could feel his rising embarrassment.  "Yeah," she
repeated, "I know," because she really was thinking pretty much the same
thing before.  Except, all he thought about was the sex.  She laughed
again, "you really must be a guy."  

"What's that supposed to mean?"  He sounded defensive, "Was there some
doubt?"  And rightfully she realized; she hadn't meant it like that.  

"I just meant that because you said exactly what I meant before when you
first said it's weird, except yours was all about sex."  

"Oh... I didn't mean... I meant... It's not just sex...  maybe that was
just the easiest thing to say, or even think about."  

She wrapped an arm around him, "I know, I didn't mean it really."  She
held still a few minutes, her arm still wrapped around him.

"Did you really like it?"  

"What?"  

"Being... you know, my pet?"  

"Oh, yes," he said, "I still do," as he shifted in his seat.  

From her position against his shoulder, she could clearly see the outline
of his erection against his pants now.  She suddenly remembered his
underwear this morning, and blushed.  "Oh, I'd forgotten.  I didn't really
think..." She realized now he'd been shifting uncomfortably all morning.
She had thought he was anxious.  I suppose he was, she thought.  

"It's okay.  I'm glad you meant to anyway.  I thought maybe you'd
forgotten them, and it was kinda embarrassing to ask, in case maybe you
hadn't..."

Taking pity on him, or so she thought, she put her hand down over his
crotch, surprised by how clearly she could feel the warmth and texture of
his his dick against his slacks.  She felt it pulse against her hand.  "Is
it uncomfortable?"  

"Not really... I mean, tickles a bit, maybe.  Makes it a bit hard to
ignore the... stimulation, I guess."  

"Mmmm, that sounds nice," she said, giggling, running her fingers around
the outline of his dick through his pants.  He moaned slightly.

After a second she sat up and, glancing around, started to stand, feeling
like walking some more.  She noticed a slightly disappointed look on his
face, which he seemed to be trying to hide, so she scooted up and sat
sideways on his lap instead, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing
him on the nose.  "Aww, does my pet need some more attention?" 

He blushed and started to look down, avoiding her stare, but she moved
faster and caught him on the mouth, kissing him and pulling him back to
facing her, holding his head tight against hers and being sure to grind
her butt against his crotch.  When she came up for air, he smiled back at
her dizzily and replied, "I'm not sure he can take much more attention."

She grinned, and kissed him again, nuzzling under his neck, and as she
ground down hard said, "good pet," before standing up and pulling him
after her.

They stood for a moment, breathing deeply and leaning against one another.
She turned around to look at the lake, leaning back against him.  She
grinned as she pushed her ass against him, liking the way his his dick fit
warmly between her ass and up against her lower back, and the way his
breath caught when she pushed.  She relaxed her body and reached down for
his hands, bringing them around her waist as she looked out over the
water.  She watched a few rowboats off on the other side and listened to
his breathing as it slowed.  The day was clear and sunny, but cool for
August.

"Do you like boats?" she asked.  

"Oh, sure."  She turned and, taking his hand to continue their walk,
listened as he talked about how going sailing with friends.  They
continued into other stories, both of them laughing.  As they walked, she
let her arm move around his back and slipped a hand into his back pocket.

They talked and walked a ways more before she noticed the sun glinting off
the lake, surprised how much time had passed.  "We should probably be
heading back...  I wanted to look at some of the shops by your place.  And
you still haven't changed."  

"It's okay.  You want to stop by the stores?" 

"Well, maybe one," she looked at him with a gleam, but he just smiled at
her patiently.  She kissed him, a brief, forceful kiss, "no, let's just go
back to your place."

He led them a different way back, along some peaceful and twisting streets
in a rather more expensive neighborhood.  She gaped at the sprawling
houses and yards, and they joked about what the people who lived in them
must be like.  One looked kind of like a castle, with old stones and
narrow windows.  "I bet they have some cannons up there, you know just in
case.  And probably quite a dungeon."  

"A dungeon, huh?"

She looked at him before responding, "yeah, with chains and torture
devices.  Maybe they'll let you visit."  

"Only if you came too," he snapped in response.  

"Oh, you want some torture do you?"  She made a show of looking around
before turning to him and reaching up, "how about this," and unbuttoning a
button of her blouse, letting it fall wider, exposing the top of her bra.

He grinned and relaxed, and mmm'd playfully, "Oh, sure, that's torture
alright," rolling his eyes.  She poked him hard in the side and continued
walked, but noticed how his eyes kept drifting into her top.

She pulled him closer, silently allowing him a better angle, and they
walked back together.
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