Erica's Discovery Ch 3

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 3 - The Final Series

Erica was serious about wanting to show everyone that she belonged to Alan. After they made love, christening the collar, Erica went back out to join the party in her crochet bikini and collar. Her bikini was white with a very loose crochet that only hid a few parts of her figure, but her thrusting prominent nipples stretched and dented the crochet letting everyone know her excitement. The contrast against her golden skin was spectacular and the thong showed off her reddened ass exquisitely.

Erica looked very sexy and elegant in her bikini, but the ivory collar raised the whole outfit to spectacular. As she came back out to join the party, she and Susan seemed to be almost inseparable. At one point Alan saw Susan ask Erica a question and when Erica nodded her assent Susan began to feel and caress Erica's hot and reddened butt. Alan could tell Susan was becoming very curious about the collaring and the entire dominant and submissive lifestyle.

It confused many people because Erica seems the epitome of a woman who has it all. She is fantastically beautiful, has a man she loves and he loves her back, money doesn't seem to be a problem, but more importantly she seemed unbelievably happy. How that coincides with being a submissive is hard for many people to grasp, but for Erica it was all because she has put her complete faith in the love, she and Alan share.

As Erica explained to Susan, it's about sharing your loving power and what roles you each choose in your relationship. She further explained that nothing happens that she doesn't want and if she wanted to, her safe word protects her. However, as she told Susan she has never used it because it is so incredible having Alan push her limits and finding new ways to show his love for her. By the same token she couldn't do this with just anyone, because her love and trust are only in Alan ... no one else.

Erica explained to Susan that when they first married, they loved each other, but had separate lives. They both had separate jobs, different circles of friends and the only thing they really shared was the house and the same bed. It was only after her kidnapping and the loss of her job that she rediscovered the love she had Alan had for each other. When she finally learned what she had given up for her career, she dedicated herself to the man she loved, discovering true love and unbridled happiness.

Most people never get the chance to truly discover the person they married, but Erica had when she completely gave herself to Alan. Erica discovered that when you completely give yourself to someone you truly find out not only who you are, your inner beauty and passion, but also what the core of who your partner is. Is he a good person; loving, respectful, cherishing and taking care of the gift that you are offering, or is he harsh, demanding, using your gift for his own selfish gains?

Erica found that Alan was the most incredibly loving person she'd ever met. He treated her gift of submission as the most beautiful and loving thing anyone had ever done for him. He seemed to know exactly when to push her or when to cuddle her, but through it all he treated her with a loving reverence that filled her heart with love, happiness and joy. He had shown to her and proved repeatedly that he would be willing to do anything for her and her love for him had grown to be the only thing truly mattered in her life.

The celebration, food and drink along with pictures, went on into the late hours of the evening. When the collaring day was over and when the next day began, Alan and Erica were lying together naked on the top deck. They lay under the stars basking in the glow of the love they had for each other. Both were feeling their hearts almost burst with the love that they were feeling for each other. The nonstop pace of the day was starting to wear on both of them and eventually they fell asleep, wrapped tightly in each other's arms, under the god's starry blanket.

Alan woke with orange and yellow colors pushing the darkness away from the horizon with the glassy sea mirroring the shimmering colors. Alan looked down at the woman next to him and his breath caught in his chest. The subdued dawn light was glistening off her satiny skin making her almost look like a golden statue in relaxation. With a serene glow on her happy face and her body languid in repose, glowing in the morning light, Erica was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his entire life.

No painting, statue and certainly no other person could rival beautiful vision lying next to him. He began to softly trace his hands over her soft golden skin, dipping to the valleys between her hips, to her taut belly and up to the mountains of her womanly breasts. When he reached her face, he softly traced her cheeks and lips, reaching her eyes that fluttered open. The first thing Erica saw when she woke up was Alan looking at her with love pouring out of his eyes and looking at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

He gently traced his thumb over her lips and said, "God baby, I love you so much my chest feels like it's going to explode. You look so beautiful morning light; remind me to have the photographer's take your picture just like you are now." Alan leaned down, gently kissed her lips, and laid his head on her breasts, staring at her.

Erica reached up and ran her hands through his hair and caressing his stubbly cheek, feeling his love pour from his eyes, filling her heart. The intensity of his loving gaze made it hard for her to breathe. As she caressed his cheek she whispered, "I've never known love or bliss like this. It overwhelms me, consuming me to the point where everything is meaningless except you. It feels like every time you look at me, we're making love with our eyes. You don't even have to touch me anymore; but I very much want you to touch me. Alan make love to me and make a baby inside me, I want to feel your baby growing inside me."

Alan's caresses took on more purpose as he started to build Erica's passion and when she was writhing, panting and begging for him, he slid inside her filling her with his cock. They started off making love slowly, but as their passion built their movements became more frantic with Erica climaxing a few seconds before Alan. She could feel the pulses of his cock inside her as Alan shot hard ropes of cum battering against her cervix trying to break through and seed her womb.

Erica held on tight, basking in the unbelievable loving glow of having her man, husband, and Master make love to her. She also felt peace and contentment of being in Alan's arms, she knew she belonged here and this was home.

As they lay in each other's arms they started hearing the Villa come alive below them. They looked at each other and knew their cuddle time had come to an end. Alan stood and offered his hand to the woman he loved. As he pulled her into his arms, they wrapped their arms around each other and as Erica tried to look up at Alan, her bridal collar restricted her ability to look up. The restrictions of her collar reinforced everything that she felt yesterday with the same joy and freedom rushing through her heart and mind.

Erica reached up, caressed the collar around her neck, and quivered as Alan held her tightly against his body. Alan could tell she was having trouble looking up with the large collar around her neck, so he slid his hands under her butt and lifted her so she could look into his eyes. Her eyes were full of tears as Alan gently kissed the tip of her nose, then with a choking sob she blurted out. "Oh God, I love you so, I love wearing your collar and letting everybody know that I'm yours."

She buried her face in the crook of his neck crying tears of joy then twisted her face to lavish kisses all over his neck, cheeks and lips. She looked at him with love and incredible happiness swimming with the tears in her eyes. Then chokingly she murmured, "You make me so happy. With you I feel things I've only dreamed of. Thank you for making me yours and allowing me the honor of being your sub." Then she broke into happy sobs as she clung to his neck.

Alan whispered into her ear, "The honor is all mine baby. I'm the luckiest man in the world to have you as my lover, my wife, my friend and my sub."

Alan carried her down the back steps into their Master suite and sat on the bed with her in his lap. He reached up, caressing the collar around her neck then caressed her cheek asking. "Which collar do you want to wear today baby."

Erica twisted in his lap so she could lay her head on his shoulder and whispered. "I want to really feel like your slave today so I want to wear the Gorean slave collar and if you brought them, I would like the matching cuffs as well." She pulled her head from his shoulder and looked him in the eye saying. "Change the collars quickly Master, I don't like having my neck bare anymore."

Alan looked at the devotion in those eyes as she bared her heart to him and he saw something he thought was all but impossible. She was completely devoted to him and she loved him with a depth that surpassed even his love for her. He felt truly humbled by her complete and selfless devotion and in his own mind made a resolution to do everything in his power to be worthy of such love.

He reached over and grabbed the Gorean collar along with his ring of collar keys and he quickly unlocked the wedding collar replacing it with the Gorean collar. In the few seconds it took him to replace the collar Erica gasped like she couldn't breathe and settled down once the new collar was around her neck. Since the ceremony yesterday, Erica had made an emotional and physiological change; he could see it in her eyes and her reaction to the removal of the collar.

She now is his, truly and completely devoted to him; she is now truly his submissive. She held out her arms and Alan locked the slave cuffs on her wrists. When they were locked, she wrapped her arms around herself and shivered looking blissfully happy with her trappings of servitude firmly locked to her wrists and neck.

They went to the shower, taking turns washing each other than dressed in swimsuits. Erica's was a beautiful floral bikini and it goes without saying she looked spectacular. Alan's swimsuit was just basically swimming shorts and nothing truly special, but his rugged masculine body was on full display. They made a gorgeous couple as they walked to greet their guests.

As they adjourned to the common area, they joined everyone that was slowly waking up. Alan made both of them a cup of coffee while Erica greeted everyone, making sure everyone slept well and in general she was just being the good hostess.

When Alan brought Erica her coffee, Mike and Jennifer were there. They were all huddled talking in hushed tones. Erica gratefully took her cup of coffee and hung onto Alan's arm. They were all talking about Susan and all of the rope marks around her arms and legs. It seems as though she's been hanging around with Ken Marcus's rope Master, Chris, and he was practicing on her. She also seemed to have that thousand-yard stare that comes from intense physical stimulation.

Erica grabbed Jennifer, then went over, and began talking to Susan and several times during the conversation Susan would blush a bright pink color. Apparently, it was all good fun though because they hugged, kissed and giggled softly together several times during the conversations.

All of the photographers, staff and Christine were all going to leave this morning. The rest of the week belonged to Alan and Erica's honeymoon, but Susan, Mike and Jennifer would also stick around this week. During the week there were several beach outings including picnics, volleyball, Frisbee as well as the traditional frolicking in the ocean.

Erica decided she wanted to learn to surf and you would think living in LA she had already done that. She had tried, just had not done very well in LA and wanted lessons. By the end of the week, she was riding the small waves in St. Barts like a pro, but Erica did have her own twist. If you've never seen a beautiful woman surfing topless you just haven't lived and Erica was exquisitely beautiful while topless on the surfboard.

The entire week was dreamlike idyllic. Every morning Alan would wake with Erica's arms clutched tightly around him and for him waking up with her clutching him lovingly but was most incredibly heart-rending feeling. Their lovemaking sessions in the morning were beautiful, emotional testaments of their love for each other and culminated with Erica's choice of which collar to wear. Alan had never seen Erica so unbelievably happy, she never stopped smiling, so playful with everyone and laughed easily, even at Alan's bad jokes.

At times like this Alan couldn't help but reflect on Erica's journey from a serious, hard-bitten career woman into this serenely happy woman that gave and received love freely. As the career woman she rarely smiled and actively tried to hide her stunningly beautiful face and figure. The new Erica never stopped smiling and loved to show everybody her beautiful figure, with her stunning face showing how happy and in love she was.

During the day all five of them spent almost the entire time out in the sun, swimming, sailing, surfing or jet skiing in the Caribbean. It is during one of these sessions that Alan got the shock of his life. Mike had finally convinced Jennifer to wear a skimpy two-piece swimsuit, with Mike being very protective and supportive. When Alan saw all the scars on her lower back and butt, he was horrified at what he was seeing and now he realized now why Jennifer and Erica had bonded so closely. Most of Erica's abuse at the hands of Jonathan Hanson was psychological, with the physical hidden behind the drugs he used on her. Jennifer, however, had gone through much worse abuse over many years, but hers was both physical and psychological with every day the scars reminding her.

Alan mimicked Mike and tried to be as supportive as he could, and eventually got the whole story from Mike about her ex-husband. Alan knew she was a dancer, but was astounded that her ex-husband sold her virginity, gave her to customers as a bonus and beat her incessantly. Mike told him how her ex-husband had tried to kill them multiple times during the first couple of weeks together. Mike worked hard to reduce the physical and mental scars from her years of abuse. With his constant love and support they were making progress.

Alan just couldn't believe someone could do that to another human being, much less somebody as kind and beautiful as Jennifer. He didn't understand how you could do that to somebody you supposedly loved? As much as Alan had been able to help Erica heal, Mike and Jennifer had their own healing to get through.

Susan had really been enamored with Erica's collars and her submission to Alan, but now she had an example of the bad side as well. She saw the beauty and passion that came from a loving caring BSDM relationship and now she saw the torturous abuse of an uncaring and brutal relationship. She made up her mind and after a few phone calls, Chris came to the house a few days later, respectfully asking to stay with Susan. Susan started coming down to breakfast at the same kind of blissful thousand-yard stare that Erica and Jennifer had.

One day they took a sailboat over to a little island nature reserve just off the coast and had a glorious time picnicking. A couple of days later they took a day trip via sailboat to Saint Martin/Sint Maarten and it was here that Alan fulfilled a long-ago pledge. He had promised to provide some additional jewelry for Erica's pierced navel and now was his chance. Alan wound up purchasing a hanging Emerald and Sapphire to adorn Erica's taut pierced belly. He also purchased matching earrings and pendants that would attach to most of her collars. To complete the ensemble, he purchased diamond earrings and pendants that would match her previous navel adornment.

St. Barts is like taking a section of Paris and putting it into the Caribbean. So at least every other day the girls spent most of it shopping in all the interesting and unique boutiques that St. Barts seems to attract. During one of their excursions, Alan wandered off and found an interesting leather shop that had some unique bondage outfits as well as other toys that he wanted Erica to try out in the bedroom. He wanted to save them for later and had them shipped to their house.

After all their days' wild adventures they would come to the Villa and the chef would have an incredible meal laid out for them. During dinner and for a while afterward everyone would relive the day's adventures, making plans for the next day. After Erica had been the good hostess and attended dinner guests, she would let her arm slide through Alan's as he led her back to the bedroom.

Every night as they entered the bedroom Erica quickly became his fantasy submissive as she immediately stripped and knelt in front of him. For Alan the unprecedented eroticism of having this stunningly beautiful and loving woman kneeling in front of him begging to be ravished was something he never tired of. Erica let her desires be known by what toys she had previously laid out on the bed, but Alan surprised her with a lot of his new toys.

Chris brought a lot of his rope with him and Alan was flabbergasted at the different kinds and textures of the rope. All of the nylon rope was soft but unforgiving, while the cotton rope was also soft with a little more flex and give. Lastly, he had purchased some beautiful hemp rope that was doused in mink oil and this soon became both of their favorites. It was a little harsher, but the feel of the mink oil made it soft on the skin, so it was the perfect combination of harsh and soft. Alan also took lessons from Chris on ideas for rope bondage, many of which were tried out on Erica during their evening love making sessions.

Erica found the rope provided more opportunities for Alan to tie her wide-open, forced to accept the erotic teasing that built her climaxes to explosive proportions. Erica had told Alan in the past that the more helpless she feels the more vulnerable and open she is to him, the more she loves it and the harder she cums. Alan made it his honor and privilege to make sure every night Erica was physically and emotionally spent, with full body shakes before they went to sleep. Alan took her to the edge of passionate sanity every night just so he could see that deep loving look she gave him. Each night, when her body is devastated by multiple orgasms and she is shaking so hard that she can't talk, she curls in his arms like a contented kitten.

However, what they both love almost as much as the overwhelming passion was the aftermath. As Erica's whole body shivered and quaked Alan would hold her in his arms soothing her face and body, rubbing lotion into her skin. During these times Erica felt all the love he had in him pouring into her through her eyes. As he held her, kissed her and caressed her everything was clear, how much he loved her and how much she needed and loved him. In these moments she felt a deeply satisfying and emotional bond with Alan, one she knows is unbreakable.