FANTASY IV: discovering the delight of submission.

Veronica read the last chapter of "Historie D'O" and unable to contain the excitement that swept through her body like small shock waves causing her to spasm and breathe deeply and uncontrollably, she lowered her hands down to her vagina frantically stroking it, which was already completely dilated and extremely wet. A masturbation worthy of the reading she had made of that obscene but subtly provocative work then began. Veronica hesitated for a moment, thinking that a married woman approaching her fiftieth year could not act in that way, letting herself be carried away by a moment of uncontrol; but at the same time, she shrugged her shoulders, enjoying the moment and playing with her swollen clitoris and strolling through her little lips with movements now circular and now elongated and continuous, whimpering low and sighing at every spasm. A few minutes passed until she enjoyed a delicious and guiltless orgasm. She felt tired but satisfied. She undressed and took a bath, returning to her room and thinking about how the submission of a woman can turn a man into a slave and not the other way around. How delightful it would be if someone surrendered to the seduction of a sexual submissive who with her gestures, with her attitude of jewelry, would be able to put absolutely no limits on her imagination as her master and would be delightfully filthy and obscene. But suddenly, she thought it was all a waste of time, because she was a single woman, well-adjusted and successful, always enjoying good quality casual sex with a man - married or single, it didn't matter if he gave her some unforgettable orgasms until the next date, as another partner, of course. So thinking about submission or its possibilities amounted to just a little dream to be cultivated, but just a dream, and nothing more. She remembered that it was already very late and that the coming day would be full of professional activities. Veronica was a small businesswoman in the tourism industry and her agency was full of steam, including because the end of the year was approaching and the school holidays too, which meant a lot of work and little fun. Although the way she played her agency was something quite fun and relaxed, since she made personalized (or customized) packages, and this was something she liked very much: researching prices, destinations, hotels, entertainment and everything else. Naked as she was, she lay down and tried to fall asleep preparing herself for the day that would soon be starting with the arrival of the sun and the noise of the streets waking up to the rhythm of a city like São Paulo. It was a clear and sunny day when Veronica arrived at her office on the avenue Saint-Louis in the city center. Her agency occupied half a floor in a commercial building where other tourism and travel agencies were headquartered, but Veronica chose that location because it was well known as a focal point of tour operators and the closer to the competitor, the better for the competition. And of this she could be proud. In two years of hard work she had earned her place in the market, respected even by some of her peers who saw in her a respected and consistent professional. As she raised her office through one of the various elevators she thought how fate had been good to her - at least in that aspect - compensating her for choosing the job, raising a family and providing her with some opportunities to enjoy the best of life. She entered the reception of the agency and greeted Leila, the receptionist who immediately got up from her chair with the notebook in her hands informing her about the customers who had called and the messages that were left both on the phone and in the email; Veronica sat down at the work desk took the notebook and thanked Leila who offered her a cup of coffee taken from the machine unexpressed at that moment withdrawing from the room soon after. Veronica read the messages. They were the usual customers asking for advice and directions for new itineraries. "Shit! It's going to be a great day" she thought as she turned on her personal computer. And while she was doing other things, a message came into her personal mailbox. The sender identified himself as "Sol Poente". She found it curious and, leaving everything else aside, opened the message saying that someone wanted a travel itinerary full of radical adventures and that Veronica had been indicated to him by some friends. In the end, he signed Rodrigo César. Veronica became curious and interested at the same time. A man wanting a travel itinerary with radical adventures. Would he be single? Handsome? Wealthy? After all, who would point it out to him? There were many questions with almost no answers. Nevertheless, Veronica decided that she would prepare the dream itinerary for that new client. And so the day passed, with a lot of work and a lot of joy for Veronica who loved what she did. The hours passed like a gust of wind that she could hardly notice the afternoon arriving and being expelled by the grey mantle of the sunset that was immediately swallowed by the hot and starry night in the sky. It was only when Leila knocked on the door saying goodbye to her. Veronica greeted him and after sending a greeting to all the responses to the electronic messages he received from his clients and left some of the cell phones still ringing, that he saw Rodrigo Caesar answering. She had set aside some scripts that she found interesting, but hadn't prepared a decent presentation. And while she was thinking of doing something appealing to the potential client she heard the beep from her computer indicating a new message coming in. She looked at the screen and saw that it was the same address as before (<unk>Sol Poente<unk>), and opened it immediately. The message was somewhat short and objective, saying that he preferred that she bring the scripts personally to his office following the location address. It was located on Avenida Berrini and soon after he also wrote saying that she should present herself the next day around eleven o'clock. And what was Veronica's surprise when she saw a <unk>P.S.<unk> below informing her that she would be picked up by her private driver. <unk>Wow! Private driver! The subject was powerful!<unk> - she thought as she felt a mixture of curiosity, impatience and fear; after all, she hated surprises and did not like to be caught in situations that were out of her control. She decided to give up everything and answer that message by pointing to another travel agent, as she knew several of them. However, her curiosity was too great for her to simply ignore that tempting invitation. She answered the message with a simple <unk>OK<unk>, turning off her equipment right away. She returned home thinking about various things that had happened to her during the day's work, but, to tell the truth, that certain Rodrigo César had stimulated her curiosity to the extreme; she wanted to get to know him and to know what kind of man it was that sent a driver to fetch a tourist agent whom she had met by the indication of another? What surprises awaited her at that meeting? Or would it be only a curiosity that would result in full frustration. The first encounter. Around ten o'clock Leila appeared at the door of Veronica's room informing her that there was a person waiting for her at the reception of the building. She took her bag and ran to the elevator lobby, telling Leila that she might not return to the office that afternoon and said goodbye to her as soon as the vertical car opened its doors. In the lobby, Veronica was received by a well-dressed guy wearing social pants and shirt and hurried to say that he was Mr. Rodrigo's driver and that the car was in the parking lot of the building waiting for them. In a few minutes Veronica was inside the car on her way to the office of this Rodrigo. There was a certain apprehension that caused a little discomfort in Veronica, and even after some small questions answered laconically by the driver, she finally concluded that the best thing to do was to relax and wait for the meeting with this man who had aroused her enormous curiosity. It was exactly eleven o'clock when Veronica entered Rodrigo's office. He was with his back to the door, talking on his cell phone, looking through the huge glass that took up the entire side of the large room that was on the top floor of that business building carved into the left side of the avenue known for hosting large national and multinational companies. Veronica stood beside a chair that seemed comfortable, waiting for her host to turn to look at her, which took a few more minutes to happen. And as soon as he turned to her, his curiosity was immediately satisfied. Rodrigo was a very attractive man, between 45 and 50 years old, tall, athletic (without exaggeration), with a masculine face and with well-groomed hair whose little gray hair denounced a certain personal vanity. He had bright and deep eyes that seemed to penetrate the soul of his interlocutor searching for something that interested him. And, it seems, Veronica had made an impression on him in this regard. Rodrigo approached her with a friendly smile on his lips and immediately invited her to sit down offering her something to drink. Veronica drank water and he served her in a long glass with some sorvia ice stones while he asked for a whiskey dissolved in water. Some amenities and conversations Veronica extended to him a postcard with some shallow roteiros from his agency saying that they were searching for something that interested him. At the end he said that he would study them calmly and that he would return to him with the best choice. Then the man asked her if she had any appointment for that night. Veronica felt taken by surprise by Rodrigo's direct question <unk> after all they had just met <unk> and spent a few seconds thinking about the answer that came out of her mouth without any hesitation: <unk> You don't even want to know if I'm a committed woman? <unk>. Rodrigo gave a smile who appreciated the provocative answer, but without losing the opportunity returned to him saying: <unk> This is the least, and, after all, it's just an innocent invitation to a dinner between you and your possible client <unk>. Veronica smiled back showing that she liked the answer very much and immediately accepted Rodrigo's invitation. She agreed that she would take it around eight o'clock. Veronica considered the meeting over and got up walking towards the door accompanied by her host. She stopped at the wooden threshold and turned to him, asking if he didn't want to know her address. Rodrigo gave a smile of who had total control of the situation and answered him that it was a small detail easy to be solved. Veronica extended her hand to him for a greeting and was once again taken by surprise. Rodrigo took her hand and pulled her towards him kissing her face gently. The smell of Rodrigo's male perfume ignited a flame inside Veronica who felt herself on the verge of a delirium of almost uncontrollable excitement. Rodrigo walked away and formally greeted her as he opened the office door. Veronica walked away completely shaken by this extremely exciting encounter and whose atmosphere between her and her host made it clear that a light had been lit and that this explosion of desire would soon happen. And on the way back to the office Veronica was engulfed by unconfessable thoughts and an unusual desire. After all, Rodrigo was no different from the other men she had met in her life, but something in him had disturbed the girl who knew what to think. Some time later the car parked and Veronica realized that she had been brought home. How was that possible? The driver opened the door for her and helped her down; she thought of asking him how he knew where she lived, but realized that Rodrigo was really a special man. She thanked the driver and then went up to his apartment, and as soon as she entered his room, she took off her clothes and ran for a refreshing bath. And while the water rolled over her body Veronica still thought of Rodrigo and the seductive invitation he had made. He was indeed quite a man. Handsome, charming, witty and very insinuating. Everything a woman could want in a partner. He got out of the shower and looked at the clock in the living room. It was still five o'clock in the afternoon and she did not intend to return to the office. She thought about going out and having something to drink, but soon gave up the idea. Naked as she had come out of the bath Veronica sat down on the bed and opened her notebook and thought it would be a good idea to find out more information about her host for dinner later. She typed the name into the search engine and several options opened up for consultation. Most of the news related to the business activities of Rodrigo who seemed to be a successful man; companies in the transport, communication, cosmetics and computer sector constitute the small empire that he had built from scratch. According to a certain news site, he had been adopted by a middle-class family, and had made his success only with personal effort. He had never married and the family only had one sister alive who lived with him in a sumptuous one-story apartment in the most noble neighborhood of São Paulo. <unk>Nossa! A perfect man!<unk> - thought Verônica while still reading some news related to Rodrigo. She was curious to see that he did not suffer any kind of female harassment. His dates <unk> mostly short and without expressiveness <unk> were few and according to what Veronica can ascertain were smaller adventures without much affective commitment. It seemed that Rodrigo kept a discreet distance from exuberant or notorious women, preferring to deal with their ventures. For a moment, Veronica thought that maybe he was gay, but even so he was still a seductive and interesting man. She continued to read about him, but most of the news related to his companies and the philanthropic activity he developed taking care of a hospital for the care of needy people. On another page, Veronica discovered that Rodrigo had an adventurous spirit, as he liked extreme sports such as surfing in Australia, climbing Kilimanjaro, desert rallies and kickboxing, the latter he practiced regularly in a gym that had a time reserved only for him (!). All that information about him only served to sharpen her interest, projecting the idea that something could arise from this chance meeting and initially turned to professional issues. When she realized it, Veronica looked at her watch and saw that it was already quite late - almost half past seven in the evening - and she needed to get ready for dinner. She went to the closet and opened the lingerie drawer. She looked for a while until she picked out a sky-blue set of lace with a half-cup bra and threaded panties. She got dressed and looked for a dress. She thought once again that she needed to buy some new clothes. And she looked at all those in line finding nothing that appealed to her. That was when she noticed a blue dress with an obscenely provocative neckline and decided that this was the one. She was just finishing putting on her shoes <unk> very high, by sign <unk> when the intercom rang. It was the janitor informing that there was a person waiting for her in the entrance hall. She said that she was already coming down and after taking her bag, closed the door of the apartment at the same time she pressed the elevator button that in a few minutes arrived to meet her. In the hall, Veronica noticed that the driver was not the same; it was a tall and very well-dressed black man, wearing a dark suit that suited him very well. He had shaved hair and a smooth and shiny baldness and his face, although, was adorned by a gentle and half-bowed smile. He approached Veronica hard after greeting her and asked her to drive to the car, which was also not the same that he had driven in the morning. As soon as she got into the car she was surprised by the presence of Rodrigo who greeted her with a smile from someone who really hoped to see her again. The driver closed the door and as soon as he got into the vehicle he started following towards Sumaré Avenue. As they drove Rodrigo thanked for the presence of Verónica and asked her if she had any preference for dinner, to which she replied that the choice was up to the host. Rodrigo liked the witty answer very much and asked the driver <unk> named Roney <unk> to go to the restaurant of always. Some time later the car parked in front of a charming restaurant in the neighborhood of Itaim Bibi. Veronica got out of the vehicle with the help of Rodrigo and looked at the facade of the place. She had heard about that restaurant of sophisticated French cuisine, but at the same time, intimate for unconventional dinners. They entered and the maitre came to receive them. From the warm way Rodrigo greeted them, it seemed that they had known each other for some time. Immediately they were taken to the most private part of the restaurant and as soon as they sat down, the maitre asked if he should bring the usual wine. Rodrigo looked at Veronica and asked her if she had any preference, because the wine list of the restaurant was simply fantastic. She said that she preferred to rely on the good taste of her host accepting his indication willingly. Rodrigo waved to the maitre with a gesture of agreement and while he disappeared into the hall another waiter presented them with the menu. The evening was delightful and amusing. Rodrigo was a cheerful and kind man, besides showing himself to be attentive and gentlemanly. Veronica did not yet believe that there could be such a person, a true Renaissance man in style and action. He had class without looking too refined, at the same time he knew how to be kind in the right dose. He was a man easy to be loved and even easier to be desired. As they left the restaurant, Veronica noticed that Roney was not waiting for them and became curious about that fact. They knocked on the exit door, and a valet ran to Rodrigo bringing a key in his hands. Rodrigo thanked him and after a fat tip we walked out and on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant was parked a sports Audi. Veronica stopped for a moment, but the affection with which Rodrigo continued to drive made her go on. They got into the car and Rodrigo asked her if she had fun; Veronica smiled affirmatively and said that an unforgettable night out, to which Rodrigo responded with affection asking why else if he had not finished yet. They looked at each other with smiles and Veronica realized that she was completely seduced by her companion, and the idea arose that she really did not want that night to end. Rodrigo then approached Veronica and gave her a wet, warm, and full of sensuality kiss. She could feel that man's body quivering with almost uncontrollable hardness, just as hers was also signaling in response; she could feel her vagina getting wet and her nipples thickening. She was ready to give herself to that classy male who had completely possessed her. Rodrigo looked at her and with a greedy, lustful look as his hand advanced into her dress finding the intimate part moistened by the sensation that Veronica was feeling. Then, abruptly, but with total control of the situation, Rodrigo pulled it off in a single movement, which was so fast that it caused no discomfort to his partner; in fact, on the contrary, it made Veronica even more excited. She opened her legs allowing the hand and the fingers of her man to explore that shaky hole of pleasure. Rodrigo acted with the subtlety of a gentleman, walking on the inside of Veronica's thighs, with movements gentle but firm enough for her to feel that he owned her entirely. And it was in this warm and provocative atmosphere that he asked her with an exciting voice: "Do you want to be mine, and only mine, ... do you want me to show you the pleasures that a man can give a woman? Do you want to prove how much you want me and what things you would do to be mine?" - Veronica felt a shiver running down her spine, making it clear that the invitation had something burning inside of her, something extremely profane but deliciously stimulating. She looked at him with a wistful look and said yes. Rodrigo kissed her again and then started the car away from the restaurant. They drove for about half an hour and Veronica had no idea where they were going, at the same time she didn't feel any desire to ask. She wasn't afraid of that situation. Not because she trusted Rodrigo, but because of something that even she couldn't explain. Something like a hidden and never revealed desire that she had felt from the first moment she met that sensual and charming man. She knew. She knew that what was coming would be a unique experience, even if it might seem the opposite. Rodrigo parked the car on a deserted street near University City. He turned off the vehicle, looked at Veronica and wondered if she had the courage to fuck him there, on the street, outside the car. She was taken aback by the question, at the same time that she remembered that this was a fantasy that she had cultivated for a long time, but that she had never had the courage to share with anyone. And it seemed that that would be the ideal moment to do it. Veronica nodded affirmatively and Rodrigo got out of the car, turned around and helped her out as well. He leaned against her, pushing her against the car door while with one of his legs he tried to push her away, invitingly crouching and rubbing her vagina over the fabric of the clothes. Veronica was so excited that she didn't even look to the sides, ... she had eyes only for Rodrigo who, at that moment, was her lord, her master and her macho, all at the same time. They embraced and kissed for a long time forgetting where they were, without fear or fear of being surprised by someone. Rodrigo kissed his partner's neck, biting it gently, while his hands caressed her breasts. With another unexpected movement, he pulled the center of the bra, which ripped, leaving those firm and large breasts exposed. Rodrigo looked at them and went mad with excitement. He took the nipples in his mouth, sucking them eagerly, and again and again licked the auricles, causing excesses through the body of his companion who moaned softly from so much excitement that he felt. But that insane male wanted more, much more! His skillful hands came down and lifted Veronica's dress, exposing the wet and swollen vagina, while his mouth did not uncover for a moment those divine and deliciously provocative breasts. With agility and dexterity worthy of a seducer, Rodrigo dislocated his penis that was also hard and erect rubbing his swollen gland on his partner's big lips. That was divine! Veronica could no longer control herself and her groans ceased to be just a rehearsal to become the clear declaration of her desire. She wanted to feel that masculine and powerful penis invading her vagina, possessing her like a slut, a street prostitute who would do anything for a well-done sex. It was something strange, half frightening, but that had a huge burden of repressed sensuality making Veronica a slave to the will of that delicious man and whose actions left her totally submissive to her most unconfessable desires and gathered into a real man. Strong, powerful, courageous and dominating without diminishing her or making her inferior. That's when she felt her partner's mast penetrate her with the care of someone who knows exactly what he's doing. His big, thick penis invaded her vagina without causing any discomfort, aided by her bodily fluids that had paved the way. And as Rodrigo advanced, Veronica thought about how she had never had such a big, thick penis inside of her, at once potent and affectionate, filling her with an indescribably overwhelming sensation. At the very moment she realized that this instrument of pleasure had completely entered her vagina, Veronica felt a deep spasm that made her throw her head back and groan at the top of her lungs. Rodrigo, in turn, felt complete within that woman and began to stoke her intensely by holding her by the buttocks helping her to penetrate more and more rhythmically. They were intense movements, which showed no signs of ending, and caused Veronica to feel the orgasm approaching, first slowly, but then with an indescribable vigor. And she laughed so intensely, that her groans could be heard at a distance from where they were. There were several orgasms that followed each other and prevented Veronica from being able to concentrate on avoiding excesses, moaning, screaming softly and asking for more, more and more. They had been there for more than an hour, climbing like two animals in the heat, delighting in each other's hard-on, until Rodrigo groaned and said that he was going to make fun, being encouraged by his partner. But he didn't want it to be like that. He pulled his penis out of her and grabbing her by the shoulders made her kneel in front of him. Veronica immediately understood what he wanted and was not afraid to stick that delicious pin in her mouth by sucking it and licking it frantically. And although it was a member of respect, something much bigger than she had ever seen or felt, Veronica did not hesitate and allowed him to invade her mouth by hitting her globe and going as far as his bottom was possible. Almost like a flash of energy, Veronica felt that mast pouring a huge load of semen into her mouth, which she sipped with immense pleasure and reward. Rodrigo groaned, and his body writhed in intense movements, until the wave of pleasure moved away from him making it evident that the enjoyment had ceased. They stood there, embraced for some time until suddenly Rodrigo noticed the approach of someone coming from behind him. Quick as a warrior, he turned in time to avoid the unexpected attack, kicking the hand of the aggressor who was carrying a firearm with him, and hitting him with two strong punches that made the subject go to the ground. At the same time, Rodrigo still had time to regain his composure and notice another approaching from the other side of the vehicle, and taking out a small blade hidden in his pocket he hurled it towards his potential enemy, hitting him straight in the throat making the blood gush like a waterfall. Rodrigo stooped down and pulled from a small holster attached to his ankle an automatic pistol and looking to the sides tried to make sure that the attackers had no other support in a new attack. He walked up to the subject that he had first put out of combat and looked closely at him, then kicked him in the face causing a stream of blood to flow out of his mouth. He turned to Veronica, put away his gun, and after kissing her once more, helped her into his car, walked over to the driver's side, and after kicking the other guy who was still bleeding on the floor, walked in and left without any haste or violence. A few minutes later he parked his car in front of the building where Veronica lived. They looked at each other still somewhat taken up by all the events of that frenetic night, and kissed with an intensity that seemed to be the first time they had done that. Then Rodrigo got out of the car and helped his guest do the same, acting in the same gentlemanly way as always. Veronica looked at him and could not understand how that gentle and sensual man had become a beast in the face of the threat that had unfolded minutes before. He was a singular man, endowed with all the qualities that a Renaissance man (according to her, of course) should have. As they parted, Rodrigo asked her if they could meet again. Veronica wanted to shout that yes, as many times as he wanted, that she would be his at any time he so desired, but she controlled herself by nodding affirmatively with her head and saying that it had been one of the best nights of her life, ... if not the best! Haste and submit, it will be! Veronica found it hard to open her eyes the next morning. And she did so only because she heard her cell phone ringing that hadn't been turned off. She took it in her hands and saw that it was Leila calling her. That's when she realized that it was after ten o'clock! Scared and half-asleep she answered the phone hearing the voice of her secretary on the other end of the line telling her that there were some customers scheduled and what she should do. Veronica didn't get lost in ramblings and thinking quickly told Leila to rebook all those that were possible and that before noon she would be in the office to take care of the rest. She hung up the phone and was running to the shower when she heard the intercom ring. Walked up to it and when answering she heard the always characteristic voice of the janitor telling her that there was a delivery for her. Surprise, but too bound to think, answered automatically authorizing the deliveryman to go up to her apartment. She returned to the room and put on a robe so that she could answer the bell that did not take long to ring. Unconcerned, Veronica opened the door being surprised by the always striking presence of Roney Rodrigo's private driver. That handsome black man had a huge smile on his face and brought with him a few dozen red roses of Colombian origin, which he promptly handed to her, saying that they were a gift from his employer. Veronica didn't know what to do or say, she just took the roses in her hands and smelled them, enjoying that sweet and intoxicating perfume and immediately remembering what had happened the night before, making sure once and for all that it hadn't been a dream! Before he could even say thank you, Roney took off in the direction of the elevator that was still parked on that floor. Veronica lingered for a few moments at the door of the apartment, recalling every detail of the spectacular transaction she had with Rodrigo. However, reality and the pending commitments made her return to the present moment and run inside, looking for the shower to get ready for another day of work. Although, that would not be a day like the others, ... Ahhhh! That would not be right! It was after five o'clock when Leila brought the sandwich and juice that Veronica had ordered by phone, depositing it on the desk of her boss who was still engaged in several activities at the same time. And that rhythm continued until late at night, well after Leila had already left and about to close the commercial building where Veronica's company was located. At the end she felt exhausted from so much physical and mental effort and after one last phone call, she prostrated herself in her chair throwing her head back and thinking how nice it would be to have a very cold glass of white wine. The businesswoman was already with her purse and car keys in her hands when the intercom rang for her to answer it immediately. She heard on the other end of the line that there was a person waiting for her in the lobby. "Rodrigo!" she thought immediately, feeling her heart racing and her breathing speeding up. She hung up the phone and ran towards the elevators, almost forgetting to lock the office door. And arriving on the ground floor she ran into the lobby when she realized the always striking presence of Roney who was waiting for her with a box in his hands that was promptly handed to her with the same striking smile on his face and the quick farewell of someone who knows very well how to attend to the wishes of his boss. Veronica thanked him, albeit a bit late, and again sought the elevator to move to the basement where the garages and the rotating parking were. She got into the car and immediately opened the box, her mouth wide open with its contents. Inside it was a complete set of red lingerie, including leather belt and thin socks, bodice, underwear and very tall shoes, accompanied by another smaller box and a ticket. Veronica opened the smaller box and came across a necklace made entirely of white gold from which hung a gold plate also with Rodrigo's name engraved on it. She looked behind the plate and was more surprised; it was still written on it <unk> belongs to him, ... only to him<unk>. Even knowing that the audacity had been unscrupulously abused, Veronica couldn't help but feel excited at the idea of belonging to a man, especially a man like Rodrigo, and didn't hesitate to put the necklace around his neck, like one sporting a unique and rather intimate prize. She took the note in her hands and read its contents whispering to herself. <unk> I hope you liked the present. Dress up in these pieces specially made for you and come to meet me. I'm at my private place near São Paulo; the address is below. And don't worry, Roney will be with you all the time. I'm looking forward to you. Kisses. Rodrigo<unk>. Veronica could not believe what she had just read. Never in her life had an invitation so excited her senses. She needed to go to meet him as fast as she could, for her heart was beating so fast that she felt very excited! It was a new, frighteningly provocative sensation! She thought for a few minutes, remembering that in her office she had a hooded, drunken raincoat, and immediately put into action her plan to surprise her adventure partner. She ran upstairs carrying the box with her. She went in, and after locking the door undressed completely, wearing Rodrigo's "present". Finally, she put the coat on and went back down to the garage, taking her car in the direction of the address indicated on the ticket. And as soon as she left the building she found that Roney was following her in the same Audi they had used the night before. He flipped the headlights signaling that she could follow his route quietly. Rodrigo's private estate was only a few kilometers from the capital, following the course of the Castelo Branco Highway. Veronica drove her car between anxious, excited and careful, for even knowing that Roney was accompanying her, she feared being the victim of some opportunistic criminal. Moreover, except for the drunken cape, she wore only the lingerie that Rodrigo had presented to her, and even knowing that only she had knowledge of this, excitement and fear vied for space in her soul agitated by what was to come. Some time later she parked the car inside the property of her passionate seducer. It was a discreet place with an entrance protected by electronic security and after crossing the gate that gave it access, you reached a parking lot for visitors and from it you easily reached the headquarters which was a construction in a stripped modern style, but very efficient and functional. When Veronica got out of the car, she saw Rodrigo standing on the balcony of the house, waiting for her with two glasses of white wine in his hands. She walked towards him letting him appreciate what she saw and being only a few meters away, she took off her cloak showing herself to her partner. Rodrigo's eyes shone in such a way that she could feel the atmosphere between them becoming dense and flaming. She wanted to give herself completely to that man who exuded sensuality through all the pores of her body; she wanted to be his, even if only for that night, ... just one night and nothing more! Rodrigo came down the stairs approaching his guest and extending him the glass of wine smiled saying how she was dazzling and very attractive. Veronica felt a bit awkward, because no man had said something like that to her. It was not just the praise of an excited male, but a gentleness that touches deep in the soul of a woman. Rodrigo, Veronica observed, was wearing sports clothes and even preferred to see him in business suits, she noticed that he looked very good when dressed informally. They embraced and kissed with the same intensity of the previous night, the same flame of desire burned stronger than before and Veronica left aside any pressure and touched the member of Rodrigo over the jeans realized that he was getting very excited. Rodrigo took her hand and squeezed it against the volume as he glued his body to hers. It was getting too cold and Rodrigo took Veronica by the arms leading her inside the house. He could feel his companion's shivering skin <unk> mixed with cold and excitement <unk> and imagined what she expected of him. As soon as they entered, Rodrigo looked at her and asked her: "Would you be able to do anything for me?" - the question did not take Veronica by surprise because it was exactly what she was thinking. He approached, stroked her wavy hair, touched her face feeling that unique tenderness and said something that enchanted her: <unk> I am your man, your lord and your master, you owe me blind and unquestionable obedience, ... from today your body and your soul belong to me, I will be good to you and you will do everything to satisfy me, ... have you understood? <unk> - Veronica felt an inexplicable wave of warmth that was more like a volcano exploding in her interior and revealing her true face: Yes, I will completely reveal her true face: She had always wanted to be my wife, after having experienced all the forms of relationship with men, and she had always wanted to be my wife, and I wanted to be your wife, and I wanted to be your wife, and I wanted to be your wife, and I wanted to be your wife, and I wanted to be your wife, and I wanted to be your wife, and I wanted to be your wife, and I wanted to be your wife, and I wanted to be your wife, and I wanted to be your wife, and I wanted to be your wife. Hearing those words, Rodrigo's eyes twinkled, demonstrating that the slave had mastered the master, ... he had fallen in love with her, even though he imagined he was in control of the situation. He took her by the arm and made her get up and led her to a nearby mahogany table with high feet and finely worked on its sides. He kissed her intensely and in a single gesture turned her back and ripped off her panties leaving his buttocks exposed. Veronica was trembling with such passion, even knowing that what was coming would be something unusual for her. Rodrigo pushed her on the table, causing her butt to be pulled up and the disposition of her desires. Veronica realized from Rodrigo's movements that he was undressing and dared to look back only to enjoy the sight of that naked male in the heat, ready to punish his disobedient slave. At the same moment, realizing Veronica's intention, Rodrigo applied a pair of strong and sonorous slaps on her buttocks saying in a firm tone that she should not look at him except when authorized. Veronica, even feeling some pain, delighted in that authoritarian air and with that strong and firm phrase. She was so excited that upon being penetrated by that huge member, Veronica felt full and wishing that Rodrigo would never come out of her. With each stroke, Rodrigo stroked his servant's naked buttocks, sometimes affectionately, sometimes vigorously, showing who was in control of the situation. Suddenly, Rodrigo stopped moving and pulled his swollen penis out of his partner's vagina and then penetrated her anus, doing so with a single, deep stroke. Veronica, unable to disentangle herself in time, felt the aggressive penetration of that huge penis and screamed hallucinatingly in pain. It was an uncontrollable pain that seemed to tear at her insides, and for a moment she thought she was going to faint. Rodrigo pulled her firmly by the hair and shouted an order: "Shut up, bitch! Try to swallow this pain, ... otherwise I will punish you very much!" - Veronica immediately fell silent, although she still felt a lot of pain; for a moment a regret passed through her mind, but as soon as Rodrigo began a sequence of vigorous and deep movements, the pain was slowly being replaced by a wave of pleasure that suffocated in turn her agony. And it did not take long for her to enjoy an orgasm that looked more like a torrent of moist and hot liquid, completely wetting the tip of her master. Even knowing that Veronica had already reached the apex, Rodrigo continued with his vigorous movements that demonstrated his insatiability and his pujance. He held the buttocks of his submissive and squeezed them to the point of leaving the skin marked with his fingers. The rhythm went on for a long time and Veronica had completely lost the sense of time and space. She felt in the clouds dominated and subjugated by a male who wanted her for him as his pleasure toy; and as strange as that situation might seem, she felt fully realized, ... complete! Suddenly, Rodrigo began to gasp and then screamed, pouring a huge load of hot, viscous semen into his slave's anus. And as soon as he was finished, he pulled the pin out, pulling Veronica by the arms and forcing her to kneel in front of him. He looked at her with a firm look and said to her: "Suck my stick, you bitch! Suck that mast that was even tucked inside your ass!" - Veronica looked at him, just poked that pin that was still giving brave signs of resistance and sucked it ardently. Rodrigo did not give her much time for the task. He lifted her with a single movement at the same time that he tore off the bra that still protected her breasts, and began to suck her stuffy nipples with the same suffering of a newborn who seeks the mother's breast to survive. Her hands ran through her whole body caressing every centimeter of skin with the curiosity of a beginner. Veronica felt herself in the clouds giving herself to her man without restrictions or fears. Rodrigo then took her in his arms and carried her to his room. There arriving Veronica realized that it was not a room. It looked more like a cell with the walls covered with some kind of insulation of brown color, having on one of the sides a bed without a headboard flanked by a small supporting furniture. In the center there were two masts, one being of metal reminiscent of those used in pole dance and another of wood from which hung two leather straps finished by iron chains with latches. There was also a small table with a chair and a small cabinet with two doors. Veronica looked at it and felt a shiver running down her spine. But before she could imagine what Rodrigo was up to, he pushed her up to the wooden mast, handcuffing her hands, ripping off what was left of the pieces she had worn, leaving her completely naked, wearing only her high-heeled shoes. He looked at her as if mesmerized by her submission, at the same time she realized that the submissive was him! Rodrigo was naked with his penis still erect demonstrating that that fight was far from over. He wanted much more, and so did Veronica. He walked to the table and returned carrying in his hands a small velvet strip with which he blindfolded his lover. Veronica was not frightened by that gesture, she trusted Rodrigo. Suddenly, she felt something soft running through her body causing her shivers that made her more and more excited. The sensation was immediately replaced by a pleasant chill caused by an ice stone with which Rodrigo ran over the whole body of his slave. Soon afterwards he turned her back still attached to the mast by applying vigorous slaps on her buttocks with the use of a palmatory. And with each slap Veronica felt more excited, reaching the point where the orgasm came invading her bowels. Very excited, Rodrigo released Veronica's hands and taking her in his arms threw her on the bed jumping over her like a hallucinated faun. He sucked and licked her breasts while trying to penetrate her with his hard and pulsating stick. And as soon as he succeeded he found himself trapped between the legs of his slave who now passed into the position of dominatrix, as a control of the situation. Veronica contracted her vagina squeezing Rodrigo's penis causing him to groan from erection without being able to move freely. "Let go of me, you whore! Let go of your man and master now! Otherwise I'll punish you very much!" - Rodrigo seemed beside himself, mixed with excitement and anger at the situation in which he had passed from master to slave of that delicious woman. "No, my lord, ... now I want my master to serve me, ... and how much better! I am still yours, ... but now I want this painting for myself!" - Veronica looked at Rodrigo with a mixed look of provocation of desire, while he, even very angry, gave signs that he was enjoying the gesture of his companion. Both could enjoy the best of that new and inexplicably exciting feeling. Veronica, feeling that she was in charge of the situation, began to push Rodrigo's pelvis, bound by his legs, against her, causing movements that were controlled by her, subjecting him to the situation of submissive to her will. They were both very excited and did not take long to enjoy and then fall into a deep sleep. When Rodrigo opened his eyes he realized that the hours had faded and the day should have already been born. He tried to get out of bed when he realized that he was tied to her. He looked around and saw no one, wondering where Veronica was. His mind could not cope with that situation where the dominator found himself submitted by the runaway slave, leaving him to his own fate. Just when these thoughts were racing through the man's mind and spirit, he noticed the door of the room cracking open and two vultures hidden by the reflection of the outside light coming in and closing the door right away. They approached the bed and one of them walked up to the side table, lighting a small lamp that was there. And Rodrigo couldn't believe what he was seeing: in front of him were Veronica and Roney, his driver! They were both naked and Rodrigo noticed that his servant was very excited, as well as noticed that the man's penis was enormous in size and width. Veronica looked at him and smiled maliciously. Without saying a word she took that monstrous penis with one hand stroking it vigorously. "Just look, my lord, ... see how I know how to satisfy your wishes, ... I'm going to give myself to this macho in front of you and you're going to watch everything! I do it for you, ... and only for you". Immediately, Veronica leaned over Rodrigo offering her ass to the driver who looked at that tight vagina between the buttocks and pointed his penis with one of his hands penetrating it without mercy or pity. Veronica groaned loudly while offering her breasts to Rodrigo so that he could just suck them without touching them. Roney began intense and deep movements, causing moans in Vernica and leaving Rodrigo aroused again. She took advantage of the situation and took his penis with her hands and swallowed it with her mouth and became warm and quiet with pleasure. Rodrigo had never been in such an exciting situation; at the same time that she was serving him she was also serving his driver. Everybody groaned intensely, and it didn't take long for Veronica to make fun of that huge dick going in and out of her vagina. However, she still wasn't satisfied. She pushed Roney with her buttocks and climbed on top of Rodrigo shoving her dick inside her in just one movement. And as she rolled over that male, she shouted at Roney: "Come here behind me, you bastard! Eat my ass now! I need to feel two dicks inside me!" Roney obeyed Veronica's command, and within seconds was penetrating her ass with his overwhelming instrument, and there they were, the three of them, in an intense and insane activity, full of lust, of lust, and permissive obscenity, the effects of which they knew neither time nor space. Veronica felt the two males filling her with semen in such volume that she thought she would be flooded forever. Moans, screams, disconnected words, ... it was all pleasure and immense satisfaction! Overcome by the sweet weariness that took over their bodies the three fell into a deep sleep. Epilogue of the report It was already late at night when Veronica walked to her car accompanied by Rodrigo. By the door the two kissed and he thanked her for everything she had provided him that day. Veronica smiled and as she got into her car, said to him in an enigmatic tone: "I should thank you, ... but, ... wait for me, ... we will still have many unforgettable nights!" Rodrigo smiled as he saw Veronica's car pull away from his property towards the road. And he thought that really, this time, he had gotten lucky! On the way back to São Paulo, Veronica, still in the ecstasy of that unforgettable experience, was abruptly awakened from her daydream by the ringing of her cell phone. It was a text message from Rodrigo, and as Veronica read it, she felt a delicious shiver run through her skin. She concluded that she had really found the man of her life. The message was there, open on the screen of her iPhone. How about we fly to Prague tomorrow night? Veronica stroked the necklace and the plaque that she had received as a gift and thought that this was just the beginning.