erica's discovery ch 2

For some of my long-time fans I wrote two more parts to Erica's Awakening and Erica's Journey of Discovery, but forgot to publish them. My bad. I was going through my list of publications and realized that I forgot to publish. If you haven't read any of the Erica series it would help continuity if you read them first.

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Erica Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

PS - This is the fourth and final Part of the Erica Series. If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.

Erica's Discovery

Chapter 2 - The Collar

For the next week Erica was either shopping for clothes to wear in St. Barts or getting an all-over base tan so she wouldn't burn in the Caribbean. While she was tanning, she also spent hours in the gym honing her spectacular body with extended workouts. Both the gym and the tan were, in Erica's mind, ways to increase the sensuality of her body for the centerfold shoot. She tested her theories on Alan every evening when he got home to see if he thought she was sexier, but Alan's response was always. "How can you improve on perfection?"

Having Erica greeting him seductively every night had Alan in a constant state of anticipatory arousal. The love of his life had also become his dream girl, with every night being a new fantasy. With Erica in his arms all his troubles seemed to melt away and both of them were happier than they ever thought they could be. Even in his wildest dreams he never imagined their life could be this, erotic, idyllic and wonderful.

Alan was incredibly busy either trying to bring in new work (just in case Christine's settlement fell through), finishing old work or negotiating a new contract for Erica with Playboy. In the contract, he mostly just needed to figure out what they wanted. They talked about what should be in the contract, but Erica turned everything over to Alan. While she was curled in his arms, she said she would do whatever her Master wanted and desired.

More than anything else, Alan worried about security during the photo shoot and he knew location was the key to that. However, the more he thought about it the more he knew the photographers would be the key to how spectacular the shoot would be. So, he decided to micromanage the shoot and specify everything from the security to the photographers, to the location. He knew this was the best course and he researched every aspect of the shoot. He knew he wouldn't have a problem since Christine's instructions to her lawyers had been. "Give them whatever they want and make sure they're comfortable with everything in the contract."

In the evenings when Alan came home, Erica made an effort to surprise him with something new and erotic. Mostly she would greet him in a slave presentation position, sometimes bound, sometimes not but every time she took Alan's breath away. Knowing what was waiting for him back homemade Alan very efficient with his time, never wanting to waste a second away from Erica. Alan had always been a workaholic but now that Erica was demonstrating her love for him every night, he found work to be a terrible drudge resenting anything that kept him from Erica.

Erica had taken her silent vow very seriously to show Alan every day how much she loved and needed him. The greeting presentation was only the beginning with every night Erica planning something new with the toys Alan purchased. Erica had also taken her vow of submission seriously. So, all she could do was make sure that all their toys were ready to be put to use whenever Alan wanted to play with her.

Alan picked up very quickly Erica's desires for the evening by the way she laid things out. At night as they snuggled in each other's arms Erica would tell him all of her fantasies and Alan made sure that as many of them as possible would come true. Erica was idyllically happy, something she had never known in her entire life and she could tell by Alan's demeanor that he was just as happy as she was.

Erica had been raised by a mother that resented her husband and children because she wanted a career. So, she instilled those career goals into Erica's upbringing. From her first job Erica felt a sense of satisfaction and pride with her work, but she never knew what real happiness was until Alan's love swept her away. Erica still needed that sense of accomplishment and the satisfaction that comes from doing a good job, but now more than ever she needed Alan's love above all else.

Loving Alan with everything she was gave her a sense of freedom, pride, belonging and bliss she had never known. It was that same freedom and pride that made her such a spectacular model. She was free to express her passion to Alan and during photo shoots. All workouts, clothes, hair and makeup were for her Master, but they also carried over into her modeling. Her love for Alan brought happiness into her life, but that joy also made her a spectacular model.

Alan's love had also awakened a libido that she didn't even know she had. For the first time in her life, she knew what it was to feel beautiful and sensual. She dressed to feel gorgeous and whether it was the scandalously skimpy outfits or the sumptuous drape of a satiny fabric, she felt sexy. All of these erotic feelings were heady, powerful and she wanted to always feel like this. She knew Alan was the reason and he gave her the support to find and explore her truly sensual nature.

She loved being in his play toy and having his fantasies played out on her. Erica found that being the object of all her husband's fantasies kept her in a blissfully excited state. During the day or even running errands, she would find herself drifting into daydreams of Alan's erotic torture that she loved so much. Several times she found herself holding on to a shopping cart as erotic quakes trembled through her. Other times she took the Ben-Wa Balls shopping keeping her in a constant state of arousal or orgasm. She also found herself creating traffic jams as she sat at a green traffic light with only the car horns snapping her out of her erotic daydreams.

She looked forward to every night with him, while sometimes they were wild and passionate, others were softly loving. She found her favorite was when he draped her cross his lap caressing and teasing her body while he watched TV. On those nights sometimes, he would immobilize her with rope bondage, but sometimes not. Sometimes he would have vibrators, butt plugs or Ben-Wa Balls inside her, but mostly he had her hands bound tethered to a rope at the bottom of the couches arm. With her hands pulled down over the arm of the couch her back arched with her incredible breasts, defined belly and succulent pussy open and available for his unceasing caresses. Usually by the end of some TV drama she would be quivering with her nipples hard, her belly trembling with her pussy inflamed, soaked and she was begging him to take her.

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It was a very frustrating time for the four guys in the van. It seemed like the universe itself was protecting Erica. Her shopping trips are the perfect opportunities for a snatch, but something always interfered. A couple of times her entrance and exit to the store coincided with a large group of other women and she was escorted to her car.

Her beauty also seemed to be a problem. When crowds weren't interfering, security personnel around the stores escorted her to her car. The guys in the van had seen enough to know that she was not being guarded, these were just horny security guards who wanted to be close to her. Once even a cop became enamored with Erica and he unknowingly became her escort as he followed her home.

As frustrating as it was, these guys were professionals. They knew frustration makes you anxious and when you're anxious you make mistakes. The two that had been in the restaurant were watching Alan make love to her and they were particularly anxious to get their hands on her. However, operations get fucked up when people let their frustrations take over. So, they quelled their anxiety and waited for the right opportunity.

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Alan was turning one of their spare bedrooms into a playroom and outfitted it with a St. Andrews Cross, spanking station and other assorted implements to drive Erica crazy. Alan also put a locking toolbox in the room that contained various floggers, slappers, riding crops, clamps and other assorted items to enhance Erica sensations while making love.

Twice a week they went to counseling, sometimes they would have a session together, but mostly it was an hour for Erica followed by an hour for Alan. The lack of memories made it a little easier for Erica to cope with what happened to her, she just didn't have vivid visuals that usually went with trauma of her magnitude. Still, she had her dreams and the knowledge of what happened to her to cope with. Alan on the other hand had visuals of her raped and abused body as well as the mutilated body in the morgue. Getting rid of those images, as well as his blame for letting them happen, was proving difficult.

Alan and Erica's love for each other deepened, something neither thought was possible, but the fact is the only felt whole when they were with each other. Their deepening love had them both excited as they continued the preparations for the renewal of vows ceremony in St. Barts.

When it came time to finish her wedding dress Erica found that her original ideas had changed. Originally, she just wanted something sexy and somewhat weddingish. However, now she wanted something beautiful, elegant and respectful of her Master and the man she is marrying. So, she started looking again this time at the bridal boutiques. Since she had already bought the other wedding dress, she figured she could always modify the dress and use it some other time.

After a couple of days shopping, she found what she thought she was looking for and the silhouette was called fit and flair. The dress was a strapless dress in a skin-tight body-hugging style that showed her figure magnificently. Below her hips, it gently flared into small train with the whole dress covered in beautiful, beaded lace. Even at her dress size it was going to have to be heavily altered and Erica stayed for the first fitting so they could begin. With a strapless top Erica's breasts were presented spectacularly, but she knew she needed something around her neck to complete the dress and she knew just what she wanted it to be.

Because she stayed for the fitting, she was late getting home. As she finished bringing in all of her purchases, she heard the garage door start to go up and knew Alan was home. She quickly stripped naked and had barely gotten into a slave presentation position before he came in the door. Alan stood in the doorway looking at Erica breathing hard knowing that she had hurriedly gotten into position, but he didn't care the sight of her kneeling in front of him was awe-inspiring.

He came over, knelt in front of her and said, "My love I think it's high time everyone knew that you are my devoted submissive." With that Alan pulled out three boxes and opened the first one inside was the most beautifully intricate one-inch silver collar with a locking hasp in the back. Erica gasped at the beauty of the collar, but more importantly what it meant. Then he showed her the engraving inside. 'To my loving and devoted Erica from her Master forever - Alan.'

Erica collapsed into his arms with tears of joy streaming down her face as she jumped into his arms and smothered his face with kisses. Alan held her, cradling her for a few seconds then kissed her passionately. Afterwards in a mocking tone and grinning he growled, "You forget yourself slave."

Erica tried to smother her giggles as she smiled and said, "Yes, my loving Master, but I love you so much I couldn't help myself."

Alan suddenly turned serious and said, "This is a large step baby and there's deep significance and meaning to this collar. It means that you will always be my submissive; you will do everything I say even if sometimes you disagree. I want you to think about this before I put this on; I need to know that you do this of your own free will. Is this is something you want and will live up to?"

Erica choked out a sob and said, "Oh yes, this is the happiest day of my life. Alan my loving Master, this last week I have been so blissfully happy being you're submissive. We played at it before but now that I'm living it, I want it, I want it so badly and nothing in my life has made me so happy. Please Master I want to always belong to you; may I please wear your collar?"

Alan held her in his arms, kissed her, and looked into her eyes to make sure this is really what she wants. What he saw in her eyes was a deep loving commitment to him, and him alone. He took the collar out of the box, wrapped it around her neck and with a snap it locked. Erica felt an incredibly loving and committed shiver go down her spine as she heard that lock snap shut. She flew into Alan's arms weeping with joy and with that snap of the lock she felt a joy and freedom that she had never felt before.

As she clung to Alan weeping with happiness, she thought about the freedom she felt. She knew now she didn't have to keep up with the Joneses, worry about her career or what everybody thought of her. Now there is only one person that matters, Alan and now she's free to love him the way he deserves to be loved. She's free to give herself to him any way he wants. She's finally free of her parents, of society, of expectations, of everybody except the only person that matters to her, Alan.

She clung tightly to him nibbled up to his ear and said, "What would my Master like to do with his submissive?" She pulled back to look into his eyes and with nothing but pure love showing their said, "I will do anything for my Master ... Anything."

Alan stood then scooped her up in his arms and gently carried her to bed. Tonight was the night for slow languid but deep meaningful love making. No wild sex and multiple orgasms, just slow beautiful love in which both paid homage to the person that they loved more than life itself. Even after they both climaxed together their eyes continued to pour in love into the other. Later as they got up Erica went to the kitchen warming up some stuff, she left cooking in the crock pot for dinner. As Alan watched, she kept caressing the collar with a blissful look on her face. Alan didn't think he'd ever seen her this happy and he knew this meant much more to her than her wedding ring.

When Erica finished creating dinner Alan stood her in the kitchen and cuffed her hands behind her. He tied her to the dining room chair and lovingly began to feed her the dinner she created. The old Erica would not have stood for having someone feed her, but now she felt love and devotion with each bite. Alan was pampering, cherishing and taking care of her and with every bite she felt the joy and freedom of belonging to him.

When he finished feeding her, he untied Erica from the chair and set her in his lap, holding her as he ate his dinner. Her eyes misted over as she snuggled into him while he ate. Her arms were still tied behind her back and in between bites he would kiss or caress her vulnerable parts. At the end of the meal Erica felt truly loved without a care in the world, finally falling asleep in his lap. Alan untied her hands, carried her to the bedroom and tucked her under the covers.

Later as Alan was working in his office, Erica came over and knelt at his feet. With her head in his lap then she said, "Alan, my love and my Master, I've given you everything I am ... all of me. However, I have one more thing I want to give you." She looked up and saw Alan staring lovingly at her then he reached down and began to stroke her cheek as he held her face in his hand. Erica lovingly breathed, "Alan I want to feel our love growing inside me, I want to feel your baby inside me. It's the last gift I can give you and I want to give you a baby."

Alan looked at her stunned and said, "Baby, are you sure about this, ever since we got married you steadfastly refused to even talk about babies, so are you sure."

"Alan, I have been thinking about this since the first time you spanked me. I know what I have said in the past and back then my worth was my job. At least that is what the Women's Lib people said and I believed that, but now I know better. You've freed me from those shackles and what I want is you, the love, the passion, and the commitment, everything that is us together. I love you and I want to be as close to you as I can and have our love growing inside me. Creating new life with our love is ... well it is the most incredibly beautiful thing I can think of." She whispered lovingly.

"I know baby will change everything, the freedom and spontaneity that we have, but in its place will be our love child. He or she will be a unique blend of you and me. Together we can raise our child showing them how beautiful love can be and how important it is to surround yourself with love." Erica crawled into his lap kissing her way up his chest until she nibbled on his lips seductively and concluded, "We don't have to do this now my love. I want you to know that when you're ready I want to give you a baby."

Alan pulled her tightly to his chest softly kissing her face and as their lips merged into a deep kiss, they began to breathe each other's air. As the kiss went on and on, deepening their love, they felt a lite headed euphoria. Even after the kiss ended their lips stayed touching and they continued to bathe each other with their breath, breathing each other's air.

Alan looked at Erica memorizing every beautiful curve of her face looking at her like he'd never seen her before. He had always thought she was the perfect woman, but he was wrong. Her journey of discovery has brought her to this place. She is now the epitome of beautiful self-sacrificing love and she is even more perfect than he thought was possible.

Almost as if she was hearing his thoughts and she said, "Alan I'm so in love with you, and it's your love that freed me and allowed me to become what I am. Before I was a taker, I took your love and everything that went with it for granted, like it was my right. I thought your love, your security and protection had owed me. Now I know that I can never truly love nor be loved until I can selflessly give everything I am. I know now the more selflessly I give of myself the, more love, passion and unbelievable beauty come my way."

Erica pulled back so she could look into his eyes, with her hands she reached up and began to stroke the collar around her neck. Lovingly and passionately, she concluded, "That's what this collar means to me. It's a reminder that my love belongs to you, that all of me belongs to you and for me to give selflessly and passionately everything I am. Then when I give everything, I am of to you, your love comes back to me tenfold and fills me to overflowing with love. Master, if it's okay with you I would like to change our renewal of vows into a collaring ceremony. This means more to me and is a bigger commitment than being married."

Alan looked at her with awe. Erica was positively glowing, radiant in the love she was giving and receiving. She was committed, devoting herself to Alan and their love for each other. The lump in Alan's throat prevented him from saying anything, so he resorted to holding and kissing her. When the lump eased Alan agreed to the changes in the ceremony then asked if there's anyone she would like to invite.