In the Beginning...............

were thoughts and imaginations.............part 3

This is fiction

I received a text message from him. It read:

"Sun. Mdnite. Cove."


I arrived at La Jolla Cove at midnight, and I proceeded to the bench. Again I wore a strapless dress and a scarf around my neck as an accessory. I sat down next to him. We said nothing, but enjoyed the view of the moonlight undulating on the waves of the ocean.

Finally he said, "I had another dream."

I waited silently for effect. I still wanted to play a little coy to keep him coming back.

I leaned over and whispered in his good ear: "do tell."

His hand caressed my arm as he took the scarf into his hands. He pulled me forward, a little rougher this time, and began to whisper in my ear.

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"The house became extremely quiet. Eerily quiet. You were home, but I didn't hear you in the kitchen making dinner.

So I very quietly went upstairs to find you. The master bedroom was empty, as was the second bedroom. However the door to the third bedroom was closed......and locked.

I had the key. I unlocked the door and opened it. You were lying on the bed sideways on your back. You wore a lavender silk chemise, and you had raised it above your waist. Your legs were pulled up and spread apart. And you were watching yourself in the full length mirrors on the closet doors.

You were fucking yourself with a very large dildoe....and it too was lavender in color.

But you saw me in the mirror, approaching you from the side of the bed closest to where your head lay.

You froze. Not only did your face pale, your entire body paled until your skin was like white velvet. I demanded you to leave the dildoe in, but to place both your hands under your ass. When you had complied, I gently took your neck in my hands. I pulled you closer to me, closer to the edge of the bed, and I let your head tilt slightly backwards. I put a rolled up towel under your neck for support and for greater leverage.

Then I said:

'Your punishment was to refrain from masturbating for two weeks. Now you will have to be punished very severely.'

I took out my cock and entered your mouth.

When I was done, I told you to remove the dildoe, get up as you were, make me dinner and serve me in the library. I told you to bring your riding crop along with you when you were ready to serve the meal.

You assumed the position as I ate my dinner. After dinner, I took the crop. I laid it hard on your ass several times.

I paused. The you arched your back and bared your cunt to me more.

'Please, please punish me as I should be punished!' you begged.

So I did. Crop on cunt...over and over.

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He sat back just a little, again watching my face.

I let the tension build between us, then I leaned over and whispered into his good ear:

"Why are you doing this to me?"
He stood up and led me by the scarf. We went down the steps, past the lifeguard station, onto the beach. He took me over to the levee between the ocean and the cove.

I unzipped my dress and let it slip down to the sand. As I stood there naked in the moonlight, he said....

"down on all fours"

In the Beginning...............

were thoughts and imagination................part 2


This is fiction

The first item of clothing I removed was the spike heels. My bare feet felt good in the sand.

He had removed my panties up on the bench. As far as I knew they were lying on the walkway or perhaps behind the juniper tree.

I unbuttoned my dress and let it slide off me. Then I unhooked my bra and dropped it in the sand.

"Leave the scarf," he said.

He took off his jacket and laid it over the rock behind me.

"lean back against the rock and spread your legs open."

I hesitated. Embarrassment already filled me with anxiety. La Jolla Cove was not a secluded, out of the way place. Indeed it was a destination for all sorts of society: from lonely hearts to lovers, from walkers to tri-athletes, The Cove attracted all sorts well into the early hours of the morning. It was now only about 10:30 p.m, and I heard laughter and talking from the park above.

"No one will see you, dear," he said. "Do what I tell you."

He said it with a gentleness in his voice which I had never heard. The tone startled me. I sat down on the edge of the rock and opened my legs. My anxiety levels skyrocketed as I considered whether I would be seen. Yet I wanted him, and I wanted him to see me again.

He gently took the ends of the scarf again, and wrapped them around his left hand. He stepped in closer, bent down slightly, and began to fuck me again with his fingers.

"Tell me when you are about to come."

When I reached that point, I whispered, "now."

He bent lower and whispered in my ear: "you may come now."

And I did.
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After some moments, he pulled my scarf to have me stand up. He told me to get dressed. On our way up the stairs to street level, he told me he had read about a particular method of training horses.

"You have horses, don't you? I read in a magazine that some trainers will keenly anticipate a horse's reaction, then just prior to the reaction, direct the horse to do it. For example, the trainer may anticipate that the horse wants to turn right. If the trainer is well tuned with the horse, he can direct the horse to turn right at just the millisecond prior to the horse taking his own action. The horse becomes convinced the idea belonged to the trainer. Increasingly the horse becomes more obedient. Have you heard of this.?"

"Yes, I said. "It's quite common. It's especially used for horses, who are relatively well behaved and pliable, yet occasionally want to think on their own when at work. The horse isn't being devious. She gets bored and distracted if the work doesn't interest her. It's all psychological. Not harsh or punitive. And it works well, as long as the trainer really does understand the horse he is training."


We got into his car, and drove back to the parking lot at Whole Foods Market. He kissed me lightly, and we said goodnight.

In The Beginning.....

were thoughts and imagination....................

This is fiction

He called me Thursday night.

"I'm back in town. My wife went onward to the east coast to visit our daughter without me. I want to see you. When can you meet me?"

"Sunday night, 8:00 p.m."

"Where?" he said.

"Peet's Coffee and Tea"

"There are several in town. Which one?"

"La Jolla by Whole Foods Market."

"I know the one. I'll be there, he said.


He arrived 10 minutes late.

" I had to see you again. We said goodbye, but....." He leaned forward and motioned for me to do the same. He lowered his voice.

"Do you know what a wet dream is, dear? I can't get you off my mind. I haven't had a wet dream since I was 15 or 16 years old. I'm sixty! I can't see you. I'm married. I can't have an affair and risk losing it all. I told you my whole life has been ruled by fear....fear of losing everything. I have always taken the safe route."

He rambled on without my interruption, giving me his reasons, once again, for not having an affair. But the coffee shop closed at 8:30 pm. We had to leave. "We'll take my car," he said.

I said nothing still, but got into his car. He drove west on La Jolla Village Drive to pick up Torrey Pines Road, and headed into downtown La Jolla. He turned right on Prospect and went down the hill to La Jolla Cove, where he stopped and parked the car.

We got out, walked across the grass, and sat down on a bench overlooking the ocean. The sun had set long before, and the park was nearly empty. We sat without speaking for quite a long time.

"What was the dream?" I asked.

He started to speak, then paused.

"I can't tell you." Dreams are dreams, exaggerated fantasies. It would scare you."

"No tell me. Please."

I wore a strapless, cotton sundress, and I had tied a long, narrow oblong scarf around my neck for an accessory. He shifted slightly on the bench, facing me more squarely. His right hand gently stroked my left arm as he moved to take the ends of the scarf. He twisted it around his hand and pulled me forward to him. He began to whisper in my ear.


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"I came home, and nothing was wrong. Everything was right. Dinner was ready. You were beautiful and dressed perfectly. The house was well kept. But I was in a mood.

So I intentionally picked a wicked fight with you. I complained about the house, the food, you, your looks. I was vicious. At first you were quizzical. Repeatedly, I attacked you personally until you finally fought back, although in real life I can't imagine you yelling or arguing.

"Didn't you intentionally pick a fight with your wife on the first night of Hannukkah?" I asked.

He glared briefly at me, then continued with his story.

The fight got hotter and hotter. Then I shouted at you.

'Woman! Strip!'

That shocked you into silence. We were in the kitchen, and you didn't move. Again I demanded that you strip. Now! The look on my face told you I meant business.

You finally acquiesced, and slowly took off your clothes, until you stood totally naked in front of me. I ordered you into the dining room and told you to lie back on the dining table.

When you had complied, I demanded that you raise and spread your legs. I think you were expecting sex, so you did as you were told to do. Sex was better than an argument, as far as you were concerned. And by the way, dear, your pussy was bare....the way I like it.

'Spread them wider, all the way. Good girl. Now with your hands spread your... cunt... open.'

Slowly I enunciated the word cunt. The demand shocked and embarrassed you. But still you did as you were told to do, all the while staring up at the ceiling. You couldn't bear to meet my gaze. You still expected sex.

In the silence you heard me unbuckle my belt and slide it out from the belt loops. I folded the belt over and tapped your cunt with the folded end.

'Lie completely still. If you move even an inch, I will have to start over.'

Comprehension flashed across your face and you tried to jump from the table. I pushed you back and held you down.

'I will tie you down if necessary. But then your punishment would be more severe. It's better for you to accept this. The time has come to begin your training, to show you what's what and who's who in this relationship. Lie back and don't move.

I raised the belt high and laid it down hard on it's target. You yelped once, but managed to keep your legs apart. I continued without mercy. Over and over, as hard as I could. I lost count of the strokes. Occasionally you whimpered, and when you did, I fell further and further into a sort of peace, a peace where a man does what he wants, takes what he wants, enjoys what he wants.

Your muscles were pulled taut throughout the beating, yet finally they relaxed. Your legs fell apart slightly more as you accepted your punishment. When I saw you had reached that point of acceptance, I stopped.

I unzipped my pants and brought out my cock, now of course huge. I entered your cunt abruptly, forcing your hips to rise. I fucked you hard without regard to your pain or pleasure.
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He eased up on the grip he had on my scarf, although he did not let go. He sat back slightly, and his eyes searched my face for any reaction. There was silence between us for a long time.

More than anything else, I wanted him to keep coming back. My motives were purely selfish. So I leaned over to him and whispered in his good ear (he is deaf in his right ear)

"You tiger, you!"and I softly kissed his cheek. "Please!"

He looked somewhat startled at what I had said. Then his expression changed. He looked as if he was struggling to suppress a small grin.

It was my turn to talk.

"But I am upset with you now. You called me out here. We had agreed. No affair. We had said goodbye. I cried every night for a long time. My body was on fire for you. It took months to calm it down.

Now look what you are doing to me here. Do you know what you have done? How will I be able to work? How will I be able to concentrate? You bring me out here, then just leave me in the cold by myself? How could you do this to me?

He leaned forward again. I felt his left hand slowly move up under the skirt of my dress until he reached my panties, now wet. He worked the panties down, and I lifted my hips to help him. Then his hand went under my skirt again, and he began stroking my pussy, gently feeling his way between my lips. He said nothing, but I could tell he felt pleasure upon finding my pussy was "bare," as he like it. His fingers pushed into my cunt, and I moved my ass to the edge of the bench and opened my legs to let him in.

He fucked me that way, with his fingers. He demanded to know when I was about to come. I said now.

He removed his fingers from my cunt, stood up, grasped the scarf firmly and said: "follow me."

He led me by my scarf, and I followed him down the steps, past the lifeguard station and onto the beach. The beach was empty. I wore spiked heels, and tripped slightly in the sand, but he took a firm hold of me. We were by the rocks against the levee between the ocean and the cove.

He pulled me forward by the scarf and nuzzled my neck briefly. The he whispered in my ear:

"Woman, strip!"