It still took a couple of days to recover from last weekend. All I really wanted to do was spend the entire day in bed making love to Shari in every way we could imagine, and we did have a very vivid imagination. Unfortunately, working was a must if I wanted to go to Switzerland in a month.
I was finally able to get away for a few hours and meet up with Becky and Kurt to fill them in on my plan, ask for their help, and swear them both to secrecy. Becky volunteered to go shopping with me, because believe it or not, she and Shari had some conversations about that very topic. I greatly appreciated her offer and accepted. We would have to do things quickly to allow time for the perfect one to be made. We weren't going to find the perfect ring already sitting in a case somewhere. Becky had a favorite jeweler that she recommended. They were only a few blocks from my office so meeting her there would be easy.
It was hard not to spill the beans to Shari myself; I am sure that Becky was struggling worse because they were talking everyday about the trip and things they planned to do. It seems that all of us except Shari had been to Switzerland before. I had been to Bern several times on business but never got to do much sightseeing. Kurt and Becky had taken a train from Milan to Paris and saw the Alps through the window of their train.
When I was finally able to get free from work for a couple of hours, Becky, Kurt, and I arranged a meeting with the jeweler. I knew that I wanted a platinum ring, but the diamond cut, and style had eluded me, so first we went over the cuts of the diamond. I fell in love with the princess cut as soon as I saw it, Becky agreed that it was the right one for Shari. The jeweler had a computer program that could show how the ring would look when completed. He started with a one carat on a simple band. It took about thirty seconds for the three of us to bump the diamond up to 4 carats then design another 2 carats of smaller cut stones surrounding it. It wasn't stupidly extravagant, much more to the little overly elegant side.
Becky commented that it looked to be a perfect size because Shari did have slightly larger than normal hands and it wouldn't overwhelm them but was still small enough that it also wouldn't become a hindrance when doing everyday tasks. We agreed on the final design, the engagement ring had the princess cut diamond in the center with a swirl of smaller diamonds around it. The wedding band had several smaller diamonds that would interlock with the pattern on the other ring.
The jeweler locked in the design on his computer, tapped a bunch of numbers on his calculator and wrote down a number on the paper saying it would be ready in six weeks. I wrote down a number twenty-five percent higher and told him to have it ready in four weeks. He wrote the new numbers and date on the contract and handed it to me to sign. I paid fifty percent down and shook his hand asking him to remember it when my bride to be comes in looking for a ring for me, Becky added that she would most likely be with her and he said that he would take it into account.
Back at the office I worked overtime on this project so I would have more free time on our trip. I had asked Becky and Kurt if we would be able to put up Jim and Jan, and Chuck and Billie for a weekend and would help with any extra expenses. They assured me that there would be plenty of room and that they would love to have the whole gang there for the surprise. She was working out how to make it all a surprise for her.
It wasn't that I was avoiding Shari, but we saw very little of each other for a couple of weeks. I finally got everything to a point where only minor adjustments to customer requests needed to be done and I could spend more time with Shari. We were still living separately but seemed to spend most of our time at her house. She normally was home from work before me and had supper started by the time I had gone home, showered, and changed, and got to her house. Instead of opening the door to the sweet smells of her delicious cooking, I was greeted by a very angry woman demanding that I account for myself over the last three weeks and why I had suddenly been so blatantly ignoring her.
I began profusely apologizing and tried explaining why I had been so negligent to her needs. I told her about the big project that was due and how important it was to me that I be able to spend time with her on the upcoming trip rather than being tied to my computer the entire time. She was still pouting and acting like she was still mad when I realized just what it was that she was doing. I offered to take her to our favorite little bistro for some supper then we would come back here, and I would give her all the attention she could handle.
I called ahead while Shari went and changed. Her little show of emotions had only happened a couple of times since we had been dating. The first time it really threw me for a loop. I wasn't expecting PMS from my trans girlfriend. Once we got through that first time and it had been explained to me the hormone therapy, she was on would bring this out when the moon and stars aligned and even more so when she was horny. I had to admit that our sex life had been lacking lately, especially after that long weekend of sex and debauchery that we had on the island. I was also aware of what would get her out of this mood and back to her usual bubbly self.
I loved the sexy little sundress that she selected to wear for dinner. Not only did it really show off her generous bosom, but it was also just barely long enough to be called decent in public, and she knew what my reaction would be to it. The host recognized us and looked Shari up and down, erased the mark he had made on his chart and wrote us down for the booth in the back. We sat on the same side facing out toward the rest of the bistro.
We decided to keep supper quick and light, so we ordered a couple of appetizers and a glass of wine for Shari and a Scotch for me. My hand never left her thigh but was all over it from her knee clear up to the lacy edges of her panties, teasing at her cock and balls with my fingers. She did ask about the project that had kept me so busy and understood when I explained it to her that if it went through as was looking like, I might be able to start working part-time because the results would have the company set for several years to come.
As we were finishing up our meal, Shari took my hand and pressing it firmly against her crotch, whispered to me that she had been a bad girl and should be punished for being such a bitch when I was only trying to make things so we could spend even more time together. I informed her that her punishment was going to be most appropriate for her actions earlier today. Giving her cock a good squeezing stroke, we got up and headed home.
When we arrived back at Shari's house, I instructed her to go and get herself prepared for her punishment while I got everything ready. I listened to her doing all the prep work for her expected punishment. This was a game we would play with each other. We were both switches and enjoyed both the dom and sub roles. Our relationship started when she stayed to care for me after I had requested to be the sub for one of my regular orgies that she had come to as a guest.
Shari emerged from the bathroom wearing just her panties with her cock tucked away the way she normally was. She came to me and told me that she was ready. We had dismissed the master/slave titles when we played this way from the start as we both preferred not to degrade with punishment. I held out the wrist restraints and she placed her arms into them willingly. I moved her arms up to frame her breasts and squeeze them together so that I could tease and play with her nipples making them hard.
I removed her panties and removed her dick from its tucked position. I picked up her chastity cage and placed it on her. Then lifting her arms, I placed clamps on her nipples that were chained to the chastity cage keeping them pulled taut. I turned her around and told her to bend over which she obediently did. I picked up a medium sized butt plug and applying lube to it and her ass, inserted it into her.
I instructed her to her knees in front of me, blindfolded her, and removed my slacks. She took my cock in her mouth and worked her oral magic on me. I was quickly hard and holding her head, forced myself all the way into her throat until she started to gag then eased off and letting her set her own rhythm. I watched her caged cock straining against its restricting cage and could see pre-cum leaking from her.
I laid her on the bed face up and secured her hands above her head with the strap at the top of the bed. I released the clamps from her red swollen nipples and massaged them with my fingers. I picked up the cat o' nine tails whip made from soft leather straps and stroked it up and down her body. She writhed in anticipation of the strips biting into her tender flesh. I lightly whipped her breasts with rhythmic strokes. Her nipples puckered and stayed hard. I stopped and took her nipples in my mouth, sucking them hard.
I stopped long enough to spread her legs and secure them to the sides of the bed, exposing her caged cock and hanging balls. The lashing found a new target that had her squirming with each lash. Her cock strained against the metal of the cage as it reacted to the stimulation. I continued for a few minutes watching her writhe and jump with each stroke. I stopped the whipping and gently took her reddened balls in my hand, gently massaging them. I took a small bullet vibrator and affixed it to the metal cage and turned it on.
I untied her legs and arms to have her turn over and get on her knees and elbows. I re-secured her hands and then tied her at the knees to keep them spread wide. I brought the whip back into play and ran it the length of her body occasionally striking her lightly with it. I started softly rubbing her plump ass with one hand and then striking her with the lash. I loved watching her rear end turn red with the whipping and struck harder to make her flinch with every touch.
I finally tired of playing with her and my hard cock was ready to find a nice warm hole to be in. I set the lash aside and lovingly caressed and kissed her rump. She was still jumping with every touch so I knew that her senses were over stimulated and that she would get double pleasure from now on. I removed the plug from her gaping hole and replaced it with my mouth and tongue. I felt her begin to slowly relax as the realization that pain was being replaced with pleasure.
