Master Class

Master Class--Part 3

I parked my car in the side lot of a quaint bistro in a suburb of New Jersey about 30 minutes from the George Washington Bridge, close to where Gabby lived. Gabby and I planned our first face to face meeting at this place after we left the creative writing retreat in the Berkshires about two months ago and I was nervous and excited. We had become very close during our time together and had become intimate in a strange way even though she admitted to being a fem lesbian and I am an effeminate gay male. It is a complicated relationship owing in part to our differences in sexual preference and the fact that she became a collared submissive to another student at the retreat. I had reluctantly taken on the role of her protector after she broke up with this woman, a role that I will admit that I was unprepared for and ill equipped to undertake.

Gabby is very comfortable with me as a person and likewise I am very comfortable with her, a fact which led us to become sexually involved and drawn into a caring relationship. I was here tonight to present her with a collar that would officially signify our commitment to each other even though I had serious reservations, and we lived in different States. We had discussed this before leaving the retreat and agreed to a set of terms which we both said would outline the understanding of our relationship and which was to guide our actions going forward. We had yet to test the boundaries but on paper it seemed like something that could work for us but there are many theories that never pass the initial tests. I do not wish to lose a good friend, someone I deeply cared about, because we took one step too far and this was something I felt still gnawing at my heart and my brain as I sat alone in my car. The time had come to face the inevitable.

As I entered the restaurant I saw Gabby sitting at the bar as the bartender brought over a martini in a chilled glass and placed it in front of her with a smile. She smiled back and said something that I could not hear as I walked up behind her. I placed my hands on her shoulders and leaned down to kiss her neck and felt a slight movement in her muscles under the skin. She moaned ever so quietly before whispering, "I am expecting someone to join me so you will have to work quickly or stop kissing me."

"You look very sexy from the back, you know. I envy the person meeting you and I hope they are deserving of you," I replied.

"We shall see but if they disappoint me, I will look for you as a backup," she said before turning to face me. "Oh, hi Marc, I didn't see you come in. Were you here long?" she added before giving me a big smile and a long kiss on the lips while pressing her breasts into my chest. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too. It seems like forever since we shared meals and laughs in the Berkshires," I said. "Let me take your drink and let's go sit at a table so I can look at you and we can have some quiet space."

We moved to a table at the side of the dining area with a view of the bar and settled in. I requested a bourbon Old Fashioned and we chatted easily while we waited for my drink. Once it arrived we toasted to new beginnings and our old friends who were not here tonight. Gabby looked radiant with a smile that lit up the room and she said that this was the happiest that she had been since leaving the Berkshires. She touched my hand several times while speaking and I gently stroked her arm as well, something that I had not done during our stay at the retreat, but which felt apropos tonight. She rubbed her neck on occasion, but I don't know if it was an absent-minded reflex as she searched for her collar or a reminder to me to indicate that I promised something to her that had yet to be delivered. Either way I got the message and reached into my jacket pocket to produce the slender black leather box.

As I presented her with this gift, I quietly said that I was anxiously awaiting this moment for a week and hoped that she reflected on what we discussed during the retreat as much as I did. I told her that I thought about it a lot and would not blame her if she changed her mind, but the decision was hers and it would not affect how I felt about her. I slid the box to her and watched as her eyes gleamed as she prepared to open it. She took my hand and kissed it saying that she was afraid that I would change my mind about her.

She opened the box to expose a herringbone pattern tricolor gold day collar with a gold ring in the front. It was an elegant piece overall, erotic, sexy and clearly significant. Gabby's face radiated the joy that she felt, and she rose from her chair to grab my face and kiss me repeatedly.

"Marc, please place this around my neck. My hands are shaking I'm so nervous," she said excitedly.

"You're quite sure?" I asked.

"I've never been more certain of anything," she replied, "I am yours and now the world will know it."

With that, I took the necklace from the box, placed it around her neck and fastened the clasp at the back of the choker, "I hope I am worthy."

"We are meant for each other, Marc, and we both know it. What we have has been written in the stars."

"In that case, tonight we celebrate," I said quietly.

"Yes, absolutely," she replied. "After dinner, let's go back to my place and I am yours to command, my Lord."

"And if I simply wish to kiss you all over, would you be happy with that?" I whispered.

"Fuck yeah," she moaned. "You're making me wet just talking about it and I promise to get your face shiny and slick with my juices before I lick them off...if that's something you would like, of course."

"Of course," I laughed.

Gabby returned to her seat and sat there smiling while fingering the gold ring on the choker as the waiter brought our dinner. "Marc, I never would have imagined that we would have this experience together when we first met. Margarite exposed something in me that existed below the surface and for that I am grateful, but it felt artificial as well. She made the experience of being collared sound exotic and loving but the reality with her never quite lived up to the promise, if you get what I mean; it was a shallow experience that lacked something. When we talked over breakfast in the Berkshires and I placed my pink collar on the table between us, it was liberating; when you picked it up and gave it back to me, it was electric. I knew right then that there was a special bond between us, something that I have never felt before. That simple collar was a catalyst that made me feel strangely alive for the first time, and I feel it again tonight. It is exactly what I imagined the reality of being collared would be like and it is magical. The collar you have given me is the most beautiful piece of jewelry I own, and I will treasure it always."

"My God, talk about pressure," I replied.

"Don't worry, you can handle it," Gabby said with a laugh.

Over dinner I asked Gabby if she heard from Margarite since the retreat ended and she said that they had spoken a couple of times albeit briefly. She indicated that Margarite was sorry about how their relationship ended and asked to meet with her to talk things out although she did not suggest a date or a venue. Gabby wasn't surprised that it was left open-ended since the breakup was a little rough and the roots of their relationship had not gotten that deep. Margarite appeared content to use Gabby for pleasure but seemed to lack the commitment for anything long-term, at least as far as Gabby was concerned. Maybe she was frightened by her feelings as well and didn't know how to deal with them.

As we talked, I asked what led to the scene in her apartment when I walked in and was told that she was 'indisposed' while she was tied to bed, naked. She said that it was a test that Margarite thought up to see how obedient she was and once she was tied to the bed Margarite deviated from the agreement but luckily I was the first to enter the apartment sparing Gabby the embarrassment that Margarite really wanted. Gabby went on to admit that considering our relationship, the embarrassment would not have been earth-shattering and in fact probably would have been erotic and highly stimulating. I laughed and said that perhaps I should consider a test of my own and she only smiled and replied, "Perhaps you should. You might find it interesting to observe your creation Dr. Frankenstein." This last statement elicited a laugh from both of us.

Gabby asked if I heard from Charles and when I said that I spoke to him several times and planned to see him next weekend, she was happy that we made plans to stay in touch. She went on to say how much she enjoyed our last evening together, being allowed to be a voyeur to our sex and I said I felt the same since I had a front row seat for her self-gratification as well. We had spoken of this scenario, and I knew that Gabby would enjoy watching us having sex and I certainly enjoyed watching her achieve multiple orgasms before she forced her vagina into my face so I could lap up her juices. It certainly was a night to remember.

After dinner we went to Gabby's apartment and she was a wonderful hostess. She had a nice bottle of bourbon to sample and coffee or tea if I wanted something warm. I told her that the bourbon was perfect, and she then offered to make it exceptional if I was interested in a unique beverage experience. I didn't know what she had in mind, but I was intrigued so I said that that sounded wonderful if she joined me. She smiled and said, "Of course, it would be my pleasure, sir," and walked to her bedroom.

When she returned she was wearing only a sheer linen robe and high heels, with her gorgeous naked beauty on full display. She went to the kitchen for two glasses of bourbon with an ice cube in each and placed the drinks on the coffee table in front of me. While I did not know what was coming next, I liked what I saw so far. I did not have to wait long as she quickly removed her robe and then dipped her middle finger into my glass of bourbon, swirling it around. She smiled at me and then inserted her finger into her vagina and moved it in and out several times to make sure it was properly coated with her juices before putting it back into the bourbon to mix the liquids together.

"Don't drink it yet, Marc, we have to toast first," she said before repeating the process for the second glass. After mixing her drink, she licked the tip of her finger before placing it to my lips so I could take it into my mouth. "That's a good boy, suck that finger, savor the taste of warm pussy and cool bourbon. Here's to us, Marc," she whispered and took a sip of her bourbon.

"To us," I replied quietly before taking a sip and adding, "Gabby, I thought you were supposed to be the submissive one and I was to get whatever I wanted. Do I have this wrong?" I asked.

"No, you're right and I believe that you did get exactly what you wanted. I know that you like the way I look when I'm naked and I believe that you also enjoy the way I taste so what did you dislike about the service tonight?" she said.

"I didn't ask for you to serve it to me naked and I didn't ask you to stir my bourbon with a finger that had just been inside your vagina."

She walked in front of me as I sat on the edge of the sofa and stood with her legs spread and her lovely smooth pussy only inches from my face and asked, "Don't you like the way I look? Or perhaps it was the taste of the bourbon? It's something exotic if I am not mistaken. I know that I enjoyed the taste of what was in my glass, a rare vintage mellowed in a special cask with hints of flowers and fruit. Here, inhale the vapors directly from the source, maybe lick the rim to get a good taste."

I licked the lips of her vagina and could taste the residual bourbon and heard her start to moan softly.

"Well, do you like my unique beverage experience sir? If you do not, I can send it back with the barmaid and have her flogged," she said with a sly smile.

"No, sending it back won't be necessary but a light flogging might be fun. I believe that this beverage is an acquired taste that will grow on me," I replied.

"I'm sure that it will. Is there anything else that you would like, sir?"

"Yes, I'd like to see your bedroom, please," I said while rising from the sofa and taking my glass from the coffee table.

"Of course, sir," she replied while picking up her glass.

Once in her room, Gabby removed my clothes and we crawled into her bed, fluffing the pillows on the way. Gabby curled up next to me, placing her head on my chest while I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close. We had never laid together in bed before and it was wonderfully comfortable. Warm flesh resting against warm flesh, the scent of her hair filling my nostrils, her fingers tracing unseen designs on my chest, her firm breast pushing against my ribs and her breath warm upon my skin.

"Are you happy, Marc?" she asked out of the blue. "I know that I am," she said before I could answer.

I laughed at the rapid response to her own question before adding, "Yes, Gabby, I am happy. Why do you ask? Don't I look happy?"

"You're a man and men hide their feelings from women so they appear strong and I wanted to know how you really felt lying next to a naked woman tonight. If I were lying in bed next to a sexy naked woman, I would be ecstatic, delirious probably, crawling all over her, my fingers caught in her hair and my teeth teasing her nipples. God, I'm getting wet!"

I pulled her hand over to rest it on my erection and replied, "Does this answer your question? I can honestly say that I am happy and lying next to you like this is the most wonderful feeling I can imagine right now. You're exciting and erotic, sensual in every sense of the word, and I can't wait to feel your body wrapped around me like a snake."

"That's what I wanted to hear. My body is aching to feel you inside me and I want you to make me scream. Make love to me like the first time in your room in the Berkshires. Let the passion that is inside both of us escape to meld with the universe so this feeling lives forever."

I rolled over, pinning her to the mattress, forcing her legs apart and holding her wrists in one hand over her head. I kissed her tenderly on the lips and then took one finger and toyed with the gold ring on her choker, "You belong to me, Gabrielle, forever and always," I said as I slowly slipped my erect penis into her hot, slick vagina.

"I am yours for as long as you want me, Marc, but I won't be taken for granted. You feel so good inside me right now," she said as she started to shake and let out a soft scream. "Motherfucker! Oh God! I'm cumming."

She kissed me and struggled to get out of my grip but I held her firmly, forcing her legs farther apart and pushing my cock deep inside her while watching her eyes roll to the back of her head. I pumped repeatedly until I felt the spasms in my abdomen accompanying the pulsing of semen entering her body and a tremendous orgasm gripped my body. Eventually she relaxed and shook gently with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and I rolled to her side to hold her close.

After about a minute, Gabby leaned over and kissed me, caressing my face with her hand. "There are so many things that I want to say right now but I am frightened. Can you feel it, Marc? I want to cry but I don't want you to see me in tears. Oh God, I am so fucked up. Tell me what to do, Marc. Please."

I kissed her tenderly and held her tightly, pulling the sheets up to our shoulders. "Gabby, we have always been honest with each other, and we should not deviate at a time like this. I believe that I know what you want to say and if it helps, I feel that same. My intuition, for what it is worth, tells me that this is what love feels like. I have bared my soul to you, kept no secrets, and I have pledged my love to you when I presented you with the collar tonight. What else is there, Gabby?"

"Nothing at all, Marc," she replied as tears of happiness began to run down her cheeks and she crawled into my arms.

I thought about Gabby quite a lot since leaving the Berkshires and judging by this evening, she had thought a lot about me. How can people who are obviously different in so many ways share something inexplicable that bonds them together so strongly? The algorithm that selected us as partners in the creative writing master class found something in our profiles that was invisible to everyone else, even ourselves. Gabby was a committed lesbian who had not been with a man for well over ten years and was happy with that lifestyle. I lived as an openly gay man and had not considered establishing a romantic relationship with a woman for many years as well. I liked the company of women, the look and feel of female bodies, and I appreciate female emotions. I thought that this was a consequence of my own inner female and I looked no further. Yet here we are, wrapped in each other's arms in the afterglow of wonderful sex speaking of love, having committed our lives to one another with Gabby wearing the beautiful collar that I selected for her and placed around her neck as a sign of love, devotion and commitment.

Gabby stirred and looked into my eyes with a gaze that I imagined belonging to Lauren Bacall when she looked at Humphrey Bogart in the final scenes of Casablanca. What was running through her mind? I don't think that I could ever guess or understand. She was a complex and complicated woman that I was only beginning to appreciate, if that is the right word.

"You're thinking about something," she said softly. "Your brow is furrowed."

"I think that you're beautiful," I replied.

"You don't have to be nice to me simply because you're in my bed and have just finished fucking me, but it is a pleasant gesture all the same," she responded with a laugh.

"Gabrielle," I started, only to be interrupted.

"Whenever you start a sentence with 'Gabrielle' you make me nervous, Counselor. What's troubling you?" she said while crawling on top of me and straddling my waist while looking in my eyes.

"Gabrielle, I am sure that you have thought a lot about us since leaving the Berkshires. I know that I have and being with you in bed brought many thoughts back into focus for me. I am happy to be here with you, I like the way that we interact when we are together, I love the way that you feel in my arms, our openness and the way that we make love. But do you have any thoughts about where we would be in the future?" I said.

Gabby reached for her glass of bourbon, swirled the liquid around and took a sip before putting the glass next to my lips. "Take a sip and tell me what you think," she replied.

I did as instructed and said, "The ice cube melted, the bourbon tastes wonderful and the aroma coming from the glass excites me."

"I noticed the exact same things from my sip. Now, what future do you want to discuss?" she replied smiling.

"You broke my concentration," I complained.

"Take another sip and nothing outside of this room will matter to you," she said seriously while staring into my eyes.

"Women have a way of manipulating men that is diabolical," I replied. "I was trying to have a serious conversation with you and your pheromones took over my conscious brain functions."

Gabby started rubbing her vagina against my penis which achieved the desired effect, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to distract you from your serious conversation, Counselor," she said with a sultry voice.

I pushed her off me and crawled on top of her, taking her left nipple between my teeth and biting down gently. "That's it, bite me harder, make it hurt. Oh, God don't stop!" she cried.

I had a rock-hard erection by now and pushed it into her vagina, making her squirm and moan with delight. "Fuck me like you hate me, Marc, I want it rough tonight," she said loudly and began to claw at my back, "Oh, God, don't stop."