Cornucopia Eroticana

Chapter One-3

This took her by surprise but she was quick to respond by transforming the tightness of anticipation to the softness of reality and, as she moved-back on my lips, she started to moan; a deep, guttural, bass-sound emerged from the core of her being, affirming her passion and reflecting her safe-haven.

The laving went on to the point where she orgasmed, almost uncontrollably; she was finding it hard to keep still and accept someone was working on her, bringing her satisfaction, a man expecting nothing and giving everything to a woman who’d been used, abused and debased by, goodness knows, how many persons of my own gender: so, I kept on; my goal was to reduce her to a pile-of-blubber; mind-blown, heart-revitalised, soul-refreshed.

At last, her arms gave way; she collapsed onto her face, while maintaining her high, rear-posture and pleading, “f**k me: please; for God’s sake, just f**k me!”; a sign to release her and one for me to obey. Tanya flinched as the end of my c**k met her pouting-pore; opened it and made partial entry. It was soft, stimulated and there was no resistance as I placed my left foot alongside her left knee; my right alongside her right, rose to a straddle and ploughed my furrow, in, up to the hilt; holding onto her shoulders, pulling her back onto me and seeing her t**s start to sway under her breast.

Slowly, very slowly, my motions began and her response caught harmony; we were working as a team; foreign-nationals but fluent in the act of mind-reading and congruent in the language of love-making; a perfect-pair: as the shagging went on, her moans continued and deepened as her body responded to the movements in her bowels and, as spray after spray of my jism found its way into her dark corners, it was something that brought her unrestrained joy.

Afterwards, there was no sudden withdrawal; Tanya collapsed and lay like a starfish, arms and legs splayed-wide, with me still inside lying prone atop her back, only then, and after some time, when our emotions had subsided, did we stir; she turned over to meet my lips and we held onto one another, her breasts squeezed against my chest and her lips pressed onto mine; our bodies inter-twined: we’d cemented our bond as tri-athletes.

This time, there was no ‘c**k-cleaning’ with her tongue; for me, and her, those days were over, so Tanya found a ground-floor lavatory and returned to wash me with such reverence it was as though she was bathing my feet.

Now, the sun was down, the fire needed more banking, and we needed a stiff drink: “A whisky?”

“Yes, please.”

“Good: I’ve got a case of Single Malt you can help me with!”

So, we drank two large glasses, in our Wing Chairs, in front of the fire: that was until Tanya thought it a good idea to have two-bottoms-on-one-chair; so, she joined me watching the flames pick-up and feeling the external warmth fill the room while the internal warmth filled our souls.

It was getting late, time to eat, again; so, we slipped-on some basic garments, decamped to the kitchen and found the Housekeeper had laid-up supper; mostly a cold-plate with sandwiches, pies and a potato salad, but she’d left some hot soup in a thermos and we knew where to find the beers. So, without further-ado, we sat and filled our bellies then went up to shower and, thence, to bed.

Tanya was a delight; never a burden, always accommodating, anticipatory, alert, intuitive, intellectually responsive and passionate that set my mind to working out how to re-engage her, professionally. I own and operate a Hedge-Fund, am well-established in the City and comfortable in the Risk-business; she has experience in Investment Banking: so, it wasn’t hard to do the arithmetic. However, one rule sang-out in my brain; ‘never employ an intimate’, in other words, ‘you don’t s**t where you eat’: so, once between the sheets, I posited the idea of a return to the Financial Services sector.

‘Yes’, she was interested, especially after mentioning introductions; but it would mean returning to London: and again, ‘Yes’, she could handle that; most especially, when she was offered the ‘Granny-flat’ in my Townhouse.

So; we’d re-shaped her future but, before embarking, we needed to re-shape her; harmonise her emotionally, spiritually, intellectually and physically. Getting her ready meant flushing her emotions, revitalising her mind, rebuilding her confidence and stimulating her spirit through the hard, physical exertion of honing-and-toning her body; fortuitously, we had various route-courses on the Estate where we invited local Cub-, Guide- and Scout-Troops to come, camp and familiarise themselves with bush-craft.

We started, early the next morning, with an eight-mile trek, which wasn’t intended to be a forced-march; uphill, downhill, along the banks of the streams, through pine-woods, over moorland, which is the hardest of the lot because heather drags your feet, and returning in mid-afternoon to hot soup and a hot bath; “bugger-the-shower!” was something I heard Tanya mutter but, the good-thing was, we bathed together; then took dinner.

We did similar walks for the next three days before moving onto obstacle-courses, which involved thinking; climbing netting, scrambling fences, crawling through tyres, ascending ropes, wading streams. As much as including physical exertion this distracts and occupies one’s mind; it shifts, completely, one’s world-concept from pre-occupation with the past to an existential focus on the present; the art of staying alive: this was survival; remaining extant.

It was working; Tanya’s mien improved, dramatically, then we reverted to endurance training; longer walks-shorter times to build stamina, increase the blood-flow, distract the mind to focus on the task: the whole programme, set over ten days, was designed to make-her not break-her; and that’s what we achieved. On the last day, we gave her a 35-pound pack and a map; her job was to navigate a 10-mile circuit, alone, and back to Big-House.

Of course, John and I kept a discrete eye on her, but Tanya never faltered; her initiative was high, her confidence was soaring, her competence stratospheric, her self-belief restored, her joy redolent: correspondingly, her libido had not only returned, it had returned with magnified interest; which is where she put me though my paces!

So, she was ready; ready to return to her rightful place in the balanced world of work-life-love; and we set off, back to London, and a round of meetings with prospective employers.

It wasn’t hard to find interested parties and, within a week, Tanya had half-a-dozen offers of engagement; some at low-level, one or two at medium-level and, astonishingly, one at senior-level, pending a 3-month trial. This was a no-brainer and she accepted, instantly, scheduling a start at the beginning of the next month; 25 days away.

The six-storey Townhouse is set in a residential area in central London, adjacent to one of its great Parks and with easy access to the Underground and the Stores that attract shoppers from all-over the world. It has a Basement, 4-main, above-ground floors and, on top, the Granny-, a Mansard Conversion in the roof-space where entry is through the front-door of the main residence, with open-access to all levels; the reason it, unlike the basement, hadn’t been let. However, for the time-being, this was an irrelevance because, Tanya was living with me, and we were spending much time, together, on a crash-course to prepare her for the kind of Activity in which she’d be employed.

The rest of the time was spent having s*x: and this wasn’t normal s*x; it was exotic s*x that employed the full panoply of our experiences and imagination. Usually, it started in the Study, after intense sessions centring-on Q&A and Trading Practices, when Tanya would roll-off her chair, flop down between my knees and blow me; deep-throat. All the time her eyes would be raised to mine and she’d move her head and lips in close-harmony, finishing, as always, with a retention she’d share with me.

Then to the bedroom where there’d be more oral, tit-f*****g, vaginal and anal congress until, one-day she asked me to whip her.

“Why? I thought you’d outgrown that.”

“It’s not that I never liked it: it’s more I hated him and the way he organised it; it was as though I’d ceased to be a human being and had become an animal, an article-of-fun, a factotum for the pleasure of men to exorcise their frustrations. That stripped-away my sense of humanity and all the joy; all the eroticism, all the pleasure of a thrashing followed by rabid-s*x evaporated.”

“And you want that?

“Yes; yes please.”

“Talk to me, Tanya: tell me, why?”

“OK, bottom-line: it’s because I love you and I’m in love with you: but I haven’t lost my bearings by falling-in-love with you; this is my conscious choice: it’s something I want to give you and, there’s more; there’s something else.”

“There’s more?”

“Yes: I want you to have my n*****s pierced so I’ll always remember you. Will you have me ringed?”

“Alright, and, while we’re at it, I’ll have my name tattooed on your ass and a bone put through your nose. We’ll make the arrangements tomorrow. Happy, now?”

“Look, I’m serious; please don’t make fun of me. You’ve got a tattoo and I’m not a naïve young urchin from the back-of-beyond; already, you know more about me than my parents and the stuff I’ve told you disgusts me; but, you’re different. You’ve shown me humanity still exists in this world: that love, compassion, attention, care, kindness, with no quid-pro-quo, no expectation of a return remains alive: just ‘gifting’ with no payback. I thought the world had gone to hell before I saw you in that railway station and, then, all of a sudden, there you were; glowing; radiant: like an Angel, and we were connected by the grace of a God- given-ordinance.”

Now the tears were flowing, but she looked serene; there was no self-pity, just an earnest exposition of realisation; acknowledging the gratitude she felt and for which she was seeking a reminder; every day, for the rest of her life.

“Tanya, that tattoo is my Blood Group and it’s there for practical reasons; I’m honoured by your thoughts, your words and your intentions but, have you thought this through? What happens when the next man comes into your life and he sees those rings?”

“There won’t be another man in my life: never. You are the last man I’ll ever know, intimately; you’re the only man I’ll ever trust again. If you want to move-me-on, so-be-it: I’ll go and remain celibate, or, I’ll remain in the shadows and become your Mistress, your Lover, your Fall-back. I won’t interfere with your life; I’ll never press and you have my word I’ll remain untouched; you can call me anytime and I’ll be there for you; I’ll be waiting. When this Job gets going it’ll take nearly all my time and most of my intellectual focus but it won’t interfere with my emotions nor will the temptations-of-the-City corrupt my decision.

“I want you to know this: I’ve been a w***e because I’ve been treated like a w***e; a kept-woman. I know what it’s like to be a s*x-slave; used, abused and debased; I know what it’s like to be treated like an animal. I know you’ll never treat me, or anyone else, like that and I’ll be honoured to be used, abused and debased by you because the difference is you’ll be acting in the name of ‘love’; and, for that, I’ll give my whole-self; I’ll give my life.”

“Take-off your clothes and come with me!”

Tanya stripped, bundled her kit and went up to the Master Bedroom; her breasts were swaying as she climbed the stairs; I told her to sit on the bed and watch as I undressed; then, I held her close and kissed her; rolled her over, mounted her and we made love; simply but powerfully and passionately. This was a very tender moment and, after we’d ejaculated, I remained inside with my lips on hers: I told her I’d have her ‘ringed’ and we’d take the other things in our stride and in our time; more particularly, that I would whip her after she was pierced so no suspicions were raised in the clinic.