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One week later...

I had presented my "gift" to Natalie at our anniversary dinner last weekend with much trepidation. I didn't know how she would react but it turned out she not only accepted my gift, she took off running with it. She said we'd talk about it more after she had some time to think about the whole thing but for now she had the gist. Then she surprised me. She used her first coin and put me through the most embarrassing and humiliating adventure I could have ever imagined. Being forced to strip naked and jerk-off in the restaurant restroom while she watched me on FaceTime was more than I had bargained for; and that was just the half of it.

When I thought it was over and we were in our car she made me strip for the ride home. She took the most circuitous route that started on Main Street—it was Saturday night and the local kids were driving the circuit up Main street for three blocks then circling back down Cherry Street to emerge again on Main and repeat the circuit. Of course she had to join in. To my horror she drove like the Emily Post of driving etiquette, pausing for cross-walkers, slowing for lights she could have easily made and going out of her lane to sidle up to vans and other higher vehicles. It was humiliating trying to scrunch down or hide behind the window post. The only consolation was that it was a hot night so a middle aged man riding shirtless was remotely creditable. That credibility crumbled in the Walmart parking lot.

She spotted some people in the darkest corner of the lot and drove over in that direction. She pulled up and stopped beside two women at her driver's side window who were standing close to theirs; ostensibly, to ask about the store hours. They got quite an eyeful and the conversation seemed to take longer than necessary until the leader of the two asked her if she was taking her man out for a little night-time dogging.

"Yup, I like to embarrass him and this always does the trick, doesn't it, puppy?"

"Oh, and I thought you were out dogging," the woman said repeating her question.

"Natalie looked perplexed. "Ummm I'm afraid I don't know what you mean by dogging."

"It's a kind of anonymous sex, Darlin. By the way I'm Marty and she's Glenda."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Natasha and this is Puppy." Natalie figured the women's names were made up so she wisely opted for aliases for us.

"Nice to meet you too. So, people go out in their cars and park and trolling for strangers who are hip to what they're up to. They come up to the car. Then the fun begins. Usually the one driving gets off on watching their partner get played with. That's what we took you two for. doggers."

"Oh," Natalie said. "but don't the security people or the police catch on?"

"Nope, It's all prearranged on Doggin House. You announce where you're going to be and what you're into, then some folk'll go there and to watch or get to play with you. The places are always changing. So less chance of cops."

"What kind of playing." By that point Natalie had gotten so interested she seemed to forget about me sitting there beside her.

"Well, Hun, the sky's the limit. Here, if ya don't mind I'll show you with that man of yours." Natalie just watched with her mouth opened as the two women came around the front of the car towards my side.

I had been trying to act relatively comfortable in my naked shame, maybe even cavalier when I realized they were going to keep talking but this development was another story.

"Natalie. You can't possible be serious. Let's get out of here."

"Open your window, Puppy. The nice ladies want to show us how this dogging thing works."

Before I could even protest the glass started retracting into the door. I pushed the up button starting a kid-like window war but Natalie hit the child lock cancelling my control—'ironic,' I thought.

Marty's bangled arm and her big-hair head came right in through my open window. The scent of her perfume and tobacco flooded my senses. I felt dizzy. She leered at me and started fondling my cock.

"There ya go big fella. You like this don't cha?" and then over her shoulder to her friend, "Glenda, get a load of this corndog. I'd say her puppy is more excited than embarrassed wouldn't you?"

Marty said, "Yup. Thats a pretty eager fella there. Why don't you open the door so we both can get at you. We'll suck the mustard right out of you."

Marty and Glenda stepped back waiting for permission to open the door. Natalie leaned across me and put her hand on the handle. I was just about dying at what was about to happen next.

"Ladies, I hate to disappoint you but we've had a long night. So thank you kindly," she was laying on her southern, good manners, "for introducing us to this whole thing. I'm know we'll be exploring it soon and when we do, we'll be sure to start at Doggy World in hopes we might hook up with you ladies again."

To my relief the car started slow-rolling off.

Marty said, "Well, alrighty then you do that and we'll probably see you there."

Glenda yelled at the rear of our car, "It's Doggin World!"

* * * * *

We finally ended up at home with a nude walk—me naked her dolled up and looking very sexy—from the curb to our front door. 'Damn it, And I had to go install that motion sensing light near the front door!'

"Now where are my keys, LuLu? You're the man so I always rely on you for this part, but I have to say having control is pretty fun, don't you think? Come-on, you're enjoying yourself aren't you? Your dingle is certainly saying you are."

"Natalie. Please open the door. I don't want the neighbors see me out here like this. I don't know what Betty, old biddy, Brandon would do if she saw us now. She'd probably turn the hose on me or call the police."

"Oh, I don't know; Betty has a sense of humor, we've had coffee a few times, and being a single widow, who knows where her horny mind would go."

I nervously looked around while Natalie kept up her charade of searching for her keys. I thought I saw the curtain at Mrs. Brandon's bedroom window move. I did. I knew I'd hear more about that later.

Inside her bedroom Betty Brandon observed the lurid scene going on at the Rosso's. That hussy had her husband stark-naked right there on their front step. And that damn light he installed that usually disturbed her sleep every time a squirrel walked by had woken her up again. Only this time it wasn't a varmint. It was a very naked man who had tripped the light. Betty Brandon hadn't seen a naked Tallywacker in ages and this spectacle awakened her dormant sexual urges.

'That Rosso man has a pretty impressive cock hanging down between his thighs. Even limp it looks like a freshly thawed out Italian sausage,' She thought as she ruminated about how she was going to take advantage of the situation next door. She'd taken several shots with her phone while it all went on.

'I just need an edge to leverage the situation.' She didn't doubt she would find such an wedge. After all, she was Florence's most dogged town gossip. Nothing seemed to get by her; and what she did sink her teeth into, she'd shake out and exaggerate to the nth degree for all it was worth.

Once in the safety of home with the door closed behind me I deflated like a party balloon; exhausted and spent from all the excitement, humiliation and adrenaline peaks. I climbed the stairs and tumbled into bed like a rag doll. I fell asleep instantly probably dreaming of sugary plump fairies—that's what I called them when I was a kid.

The week went by with no mention of the evening—and, not incidentally, any sex; with the exception of a few rub-offs I managed in the bathroom, the shower, the basement—I work from home so, at work too—until Thursday when we were undressing for beg.

"You know, Louis, I've been thinking about my birthday gift all week. Doing some inter-web research too." I remained quiet allowing her room to finish the speech she undoubtably had prepared ahead.

"I want to go over the plan with you, formalize it in a way that suits both of us. Come to my office tomorrow at five o'clock to see if you agree with my version of the parameters...and to review and sign the contract I've written up."

'Contract? What contract?' This was not what I had imagined. There were rules but they were turning out to be her rules not mine.

"...and if you don't agree, we can just stop." She flew her hand off to the right with wiggling her fingers.

I felt like my plan was being taken over. However, after all the thought I had put into it, it only seemed right that Natalie should have a chance to frame things in her terms; and ultimately own her gift.

'I said, this was all about her not me. Now she was telling me, that is exactly how it was going to be.'

But what was this role-play with her acting like a lawyer; talking about meeting at her office, parameters, contracts. Why should I have been surprised? Natalie has a degree in floral arranging. She even has her 'diploma' hanging on the wall of her 'office'—her tiny flower shop on Locust street, an adorable side street in our picaresque mid-western town. Natalie is a fastidious kind of gal, neat as a pin, a perfectionist, quasi-OCD. Nothing slips by her. These are all lovable traits in the woman I love. Most of the time.

"Sure, Nate, I'll be there if that's what you want. "I'm really glad you've been thinking about this and doing research. Erm, what kind of a contract are you talking about?"

"Oh, no spoilers. You'll see soon enough. I will tell you though, I've found tons of things about this fetish of yours. And the most interesting thing is that there's something in this for us women too. So I read a ton about it from the 'Her' point of view. All, very interesting, Puppy."

"Puppy? where did that come from?" I was a little taken aback by her calling me puppy but there was something kind of soft and D/s about it that I liked.

"Oh, well__," she looked down demurely, then she raised her eyes to mine. "You're just so cute about wanting this. About handing over control. It's kind of like a puppy bringing his master his leash because he wants to be taken for a walk." She smirked.

"That's it, isn't it, puppy? You want me to take you for a walk, on a leash?"

"Ummm, yes, I guess you could say that, Nate. I do want to hand over the reins to you and if it means you want to put a collar and a leash on me, figuratively speaking then, yes that's what I..."

"Oh. I'm not speaking figuratively," she cut in. "First, reins are for controlling horses; leashes are for directing puppies. And you, LuLu, are not a stallion; you're my widdle, puppy-wuppy. Aren't you?

But this is all so detaily. We'll talk tomorrow in the shop. I have a wedding this weekend so I have a ton to do to get ready." She kissed me on the tip of my nose and ruffled my hair. "Niteynight, puppy."

* * * * *

Friday afternoon I headed downtown—if you can call six by six blocks of assorted small-town businesses, in the center of a city of fifteen thousand, a downtown. Florence is a quaint, mid-western city with a little bit of everything you'd need; and close enough to Chicago for everything else you might want.

The little jingle-bell at the top of the front door announced my entry. The shop was about a thousand square feet so it was pretty hard for anyone to enter unnoticed. It was located in the center of the block with one big front window with the door set into an alcove to the left if you were facing the storefront from outside. The inset door increased the amount of window area and created a bit of intimacy for the customers entering. Leafed on the big window in gold script with subtle blue under-shadowing was the name, Blue Bloomings. I always thought it should be Green Bloomings but Natalie said, "That just sounds like you have marbles in your mouth when you say it." 'Go figure.'

The space was divided into two areas separated by double doors. There was a front sales and display room which was about one third of the space; and the back room for supplies and arranging utilized the remaining two thirds. A small bathroom, with shower, cut out a bit from the back room. There was a back door to the alleyway behind that provided access for loading and unloading. Natalie had a helper so the front of the store was rarely empty. If they had a bigger job to prepare they closed temporarily.

"Louis, flip the sign and latch the door, and come back here?," she called from the work room. "I'm just finishing something up."

Natalie had a tinge of that southern accent that was sometimes evident in mid-western folks. Especially those who had lived in the eastern states closer to Pennsylvania where I thought it originated, but never really understood why. I liked it though. In Natty it sounded sexy and inviting, when she was in a good mood, and adorably menacing when she wasn't.

'Why did I get excited when she got bossy with me?' She could be telling me to do something, scolding me, or be really angry with me; it didn't matter. There was always a part of me that got excited and even aroused.

"Good boi, you're right on time," she said. She was wearing her azure blue shop apron over pale yellow capris pants, which showed off her great legs and ankles; her feet bare in dark blue clogs. I loved how her heels and ankles looked in open back shoes. You know how sexy women's hands and feet can be. Well, Natalie had that going for her in spades; beautiful high arches with subtle veining and perfect toes—long toes. At five foot six her eyes were below mine when she was naked. I liked that. In heels—man, could she wear heels; toe cleavage, space under her arches—she towered over me. I really liked that.

Hiking, gardening, hard work all gave her a strong body. Great genes gave her beauty and a shapely figure. Italian father, Irish mom; she's a mash-up of the best of both in personality and looks. Her hair was dark brown hair with highlights that changed subtly from time to time; she's been wearing it in a shorter style lately. Hazel eyes that can go almost green. Lighter mediterranean complexion with a hint of freckles across her Italian aquiline nose. Was I forgetting something in her description? She has a beautiful breasts but her nipples were astounding. Dark areola with long thick nipples that brought the baby out of me every time I saw them.

"What do you say we get right to it." she said with no expectation of a reply.

"Ok, Natty, I'm eager to_, maybe anxious is the right word, hat have you come up with?"

"Well, before I start I think you'll be more attentive if you're in uniform.," she said with a mischievous half-smile. 'Uniform?' I had a feeling I knew where this was going.

"Take your clothes off, puppy."

"Natalie, I can't do that here. Someone will see me through the front windows."

"Oh nonsense. We're back here. No one will see you. The view is obstructed. Well, at least mostly. Besides, If anyone can see you they'll think it's part of my display. Oooo I could do a Rousseau theme." The look in her eyes told me she was entertaining that idea. Then she added, "By the way, aren't you supposed to do what ever I ask, without any back talk? Because if you don't start behaving we can just move this out to the front of the shop. At the register up next to the front door."

"Yes, Natalie, that's what you said last weekend. I'll cooperate." I was thinking about these two thousand dollar tokens. It was too early to tell how successful this idea was going to be but one thing for sure, Natalie was taking it seriously. I started to undress but I was vey uncomfortable. We were standing at her work desk in the back room just inside the double doors. They were opened wide. When I was down to my briefs and my shoes and socks I stopped and stood in front of her like an employee waiting to be reprimanded. She said nothing.

"My shoes and socks too?"

"Yup. Every stitch. I want you at full attention for this." She grinned and waited.

I toed my shoes off and bent down and peeled off my socks. I was moderately shielded by the big potted floor plants and the three-tier shelving unit that were between me and the big, store window but i was still visible. Once again she had me embarrassed, scared, and aroused. Natalie is a very creative woman so I shouldn't have been surprised by anything, but somehow she kept surprising me.

"Your panties too."

"Are using one of your tokens today?"

"Nope." she said. "This is just a meeting. You won't be giving me one of my Os this time. in fact..."

I wondered but didn't ask about that unfinished thought. I stepped out of my red, bikini briefs and put them on the pile of my other things on top of the low display of garden gloves, aprons and kneepads that stood beside her desk. 'Kneepads?' I hoped we weren't going need those.

"There's a good boy. You look so good all naked and exposed. I just might use you as a window display sometime. Would you like that, puppy? You could be all naked and covered in blue body paint like a Blue Man Group guy." She giggled at the image. "I can just here them all, "Have you seen that window display down at Blue Bloomings? There's a completely naked man, painted blue but that paint doesn't hide a thing." She paused to see how I was taking her kidding. "Nope, it only accentuates everything. His balls and prick are right out there on display." What do you think, Lulu, would you like that? Being the talk of the whole town?"

My dick was standing up hard and straight at the vivid picture she was painting.

'Who is this woman. Aliens have abducted my Natalie and replaced her with this deranged Replicant.'

"Look at you, nature boy, I think you're loving the idea. I'm going to do that some Sunday for my Friends & Flowers workshop. I know the girls would love to pitch in on a class project. All those clothed women and lil' old bare-naked Lulu, posing as Pan, as they rub you down with body paint."

I just groaned. She had working me up again with just her words; what she was saying; her sexy southern accent; her teasing; and most of all, her confidence, to say nothing about the fact that she had me standing in front of her at her desk, naked with my back exposed to the front of the store and a long drool of pre-cum hanging off the tip of my cock..

"Well, enough of that. Let's talk about my lovely gift." As she was speaking she opened the folder in front of her to her contract. "I have some things to add to the plan. Like a few rules and conditions." I started to say something but she shushed me.

"Hear me out first, then you can tell me if you're ok with it all. And if you are, then we all sign it. And Barb's yer auntie.

"Barb? Who's Barb?"

"It's an expression, silly. You know like the Aussies say, 'Bob's your Uncle,' only since this is all about ladies being in control..."

'What's the use?' I thought. I just stood by and waited.

"First, five rules. Don't worry, they're simple really. Just refinements of what you gave me." She peered over her reading glasses at her document.

"One- You will always follow my requests or orders to the letter; without questioning, whinging or back talking." I didn't say anything. "A simple nod will let me know you are listening, Puppy."

I nodded. 'arf arf.'

"Two- Each coin gives me as much time as I want until I get my orgasm. Then that session will be finished. Sometimes I might ask you to continue in one way or another but once you've cum you can politely refuse. This would mean last weekend once you spurted my orgasm you could have refused to drink it at the table because technically the O-gasm session was over. And all that fun we had after? You could have refused that too. I think this is only fair for you...but I have to tell you, I won't like it if you refuse and I'll probably take it into account when I plan out my next orgasm."