The Relo

Chapter 2: Preparation

This is part 2 of the Relo. To understand what is going on please read Part 1.

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There were two months before they had to make the big move. Bill had to close down his business. He contacted clients, made referrals to friends and colleagues to replace him, did what jobs he could complete and in general wound things down. It was a bitter sweet process for Bill. His life was about to change. But it was sort of exciting too, and not just because of the life style change in his and Meg's relationship. How many people his age got a chance to re-invent themselves he wondered. Then there was the legal part.

The first part of the legal process was a power of attorney. Bill found a form online and downloaded it. He filled in all his information, and Meg's too. The check list that was included gave him pause when he first read it. It said that after he signed it, the power of attorney would give Meg full power to do things on his behalf. This included signing binding contracts, buying and selling real estate, signing checks, collecting debts, in short everything he could do himself. Bill sat for a few minutes, thinking. Was this really what he wanted? It was funny, but giving over financial power had not been the kind of thing that had most excited him in his fantasies.

Truth be told, it wasn't even in his top five. However, it seemed to have excited Meg almost as much as the teasing. Bill suddenly felt like he stumbled onto a truth. It was one thing to want to please Meg and have her in charge on his own terms, in the way he wanted and had dreamed of. But, if he truly wanted to please her, it was important to find out what moved and excited her. There was one thing he was absolutely certain of and that was he truly wanted her to want this. After all, he loved her. Besides, it really wasn't catering to her unless she wanted it. Bill recalled their conversation at that dinner a while ago and how eagerly Meg had responded when he asked whether she wanted what was basically full financial control. He remembered how her eyes had shone and the eagerness in her voice.

Now thinking of this, Bill muttered to himself, "what the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound". Bill smiled and filled out the durable power of attorney. The next day, Bill went to a notary and signed it in her presence.

At dinner that night, Meg found some folded pieces of paper next to her plate at the head of the table.

"What's this?" She asked as Bill sat down.

Bill smiled nervously. "Look at it, Margaret." He said.

Meg unfolded the copy of the power of attorney and a smile blossomed across her face, at that moment Bill knew he had done the right thing. Meg nodded. "We'll need a few copies. You'll have to bring a copy to the bank."

Bill nodded and sat down. Meg caught his eye and smiled. "Thank you" she whispered. Bill, felt great.

The next part was a little more difficult. He found an appropriate lawyer, a woman, Doris K. Filcher, esq. not far from their home to draft the necessary papers. She was a solid woman in a small, solid office, her rather wide shoulders draped in a solid tweed suit jacket. When they went in to sign the papers it was almost anti-climatic. The lawyer looked at them over her reading glasses from Meg to Bill.

"Post nuptial agreements are rather unusual" she began. "especially in a circumstance like yours."

"What do you mean? Meg asked curiously.

The lawyer pushed her glasses back up and regarded the papers in her hands.

"Usually you see these in a case where...well there is more, err acrimony between the parties and where frankly there are more assets involved." She peered back at the two of them.

"Well" Bill ventured with a smile "we are an unusual couple!"

Doris K. Filcher, Esq. stared humorlessly at him for a moment. "Indeed." She said. Bill felt himself wilting.

She looked from one to the other of them. "You realize that as soon as you execute these papers you will have completely separated your financial affairs, and that this agreement is binding."

"I do". Meg said with just a hint of excitement in her voice.

"I do." Bill echoed a second later.

Doris K. Filcher, Esq. nodded her greying head.

"You further realize that you are agreeing to have no interest in the other party's property and no encumbrance by their debt.

The lawyer's head swiveled to Bill and she fixed him with a steady stare.

"Yes" Bill managed.

"Financially," Doris added "you will essentially be strangers."

"Yes" Bill swallowed caught in the glare of that stare.

"Yes" Meg smiled.

"Very well" Doris K. Filcher, Esq. said. She turned the papers to them. "Sign where the yellow stickers are."

It took moments for Meg and Bill to sign. The lawyer notarized their signatures.

"Well, that's it then." The lawyer stood and shook Meg then Bill's hands. "I'll keep a copy for my files. She handed Meg an envelope. This is for your records. Two copies" She added meaningfully.

They took the elevator to the lobby.

Meg turned to Bill, "We just took a big step toward your fantasy. Well, how do you feel?"

"A little scared" Bill said. "But excited. How about you."

Meg smiled widely "The same she said. It's new territory for both of us." She cocked an eyebrow at

Bill. "Buy you an ice cream cone?"

Bill nodded. "Sure." They held hands as they left the building.

That night, after he loaded the dishwasher Bill applied for ten credit cards.

He then went upstairs where Meg reclined on the bed in a long satin nightgown. She smiled at Bill entered the room.

'Hello sailor! New in town?" She raised a playful eyebrow.

Bill sat on the bed next to her. "Well" he said "starting to feel like a new man, anyway."

Meg sat up and reached over and silently undid his belt. "Well, why don't you come on in to my place and make yourself comfortable."

He helped her pull his pants and briefs off. Bill pulled off his shirt. Meg reached over to her nightstand she had placed a small bottle of lube as Bill climbed onto the bed. She put some in her hand and took his penis.

"OHHH" Bill reclined back on his pillows as she began to stroke him.

"So, soon it really will be my place." She massaged his balls with one hand and stroked his rock hard cock with the other. Meg sitting up, looked down at him. "How does that make you feel?"

"WHeww..." Bill exhaled long and drawn out. Then he said "I still feel a little scared, but excited."

Meg nodded, running her thumb along the bottom of his cock. "So what do you want? What of your fantasies do you want to be real?"

"I...I want to be yours."

Meg nodded, then moved her hands away.

Bill's eyes shot open.

"But what does that mean?" She asked.

Bill looked into her eyes. "To please you" He said "To adore you. TO..." he paused.

Meg took his cock in hand again. "To...?" She prompted.

"To be owned by you" he said as she stroked. "And to be treated that way."

Meg's laugh was musical. "Silly boy, you already are mine. But how does it work in your mind?"

Bill moaned softly. "I want to cater to you, to kiss your ass, to do what you want. I want you to be comfortable in telling me what to do, and to know that you can do whatever you want."

Meg nodded. Playing with his balls now, careful to keep him from cuming. ' To do whatever I want..." she echoed. "To order you around? She asked. "Tell you what to do?" Bill nodded. "And you'd do it?"

"Yes."

"Whatever I want?" She questioned. He nodded again and shivered as she ran a fingernail up his thigh.

"Because that's what you truly want?"

"Yes, and because I adore you and love you, I want to do whatever you want me to" he said "and have you do whatever you want to me."

"You want that" she asked going back to stroke his cock that was like a steel rod. "Me to feel free to have you wait on me?" He nodded. "And if I'm not satisfied with the job you do to punish you?"

"Yes," he moaned "yes, to punish me however, whenever you think you should; to use me however you want; to tease me, to put me in my place..."

"...to put you in your place." Meg smiled at the phrase. "And where is that?"

"At your feet adoring you!" He said. "I want you to know that's where I belong, and to show me you know." He continued. "To put me in my place verbally, too."

Meg stared at him, still stroking. "Verbally?"

Bill nodded. "yes, sometimes say things that do that," he paused "maybe make fun of me."

Meg's eyes widened in genuine curiosity. "You want me to make fun of you sometimes?" She asked.

"Yes!' He said being driven crazy by her touch.

She considered. And asked, exploring "Shall I tell you things like, you live in my house, I support you?"

"Yes" he said, bucking his hips to get a little more friction. "Maybe call me names, like a bum."

Meg stopped her ministrations. She looked at him. Bill turned his head, met her eyes.

"You know I wouldn't mean it right? That I love you more than anyone?" This was important to her. However they were changing their relationship, whatever they were becoming she did not want to lose that, or have him lose sight of it.

"I know, babe." He said softly and sincerely. Meg went back to her gentle stroking.

"Don't forget it." she said.

"So, you want me to make fun of you, huh?

She ran her thumb over the head of his cock and he gasped. "Yes," he said "and..." he stopped abruptly.

She still held him but stopped all motion of her hand. "And?" she prompted.

He took a deep breath, this was exciting frightening ground and in a rush got out "make fun of my cock"

She slowly began stroking him, ever so gently again. "You mean like the sph in you list."

The intake of his breath was like a knife leaving a sheath. "Yes!" he panted.

"Tell you your dick is small, and inadequate? She smiled.

"Yes"

Meg considered, still lightly stroking him. "Maybe tell you that because your cock is small you're a lousy lover?"

"Maybe not" he said,

"But what if I wanted to?" She leaned close licked his ear and whispered "What is it's true?"

He looked at her wildly.

Meg just grinned, her hand now playing with his balls. "Sounds like fun" she said. "You know I might do it, but it might be the way I want to, not the way that you want."

Bill just nodded, feeling his heart beating fast in his chest.

They lay there in silence for a minute, her continuing to caress his nuts, him lost in the pleasure of it, her contemplating.

"So, you still want me to tease you?" She resumed her questioning, even though they both knew the answer to THAT question. "Tease and sometimes deny?"

"God, yes!" Bill breathed. Meg nodded.

"So you really want to please me?" She asked.

"Yes!"

Bill went at it with a will. He carefully traced the edge of her pussy with his tongue, up one side and down the other, then he repeated the action in the opposite direction. She could feel his breath on her. Meg lay back and closed her eyes, "Ummm, she murmured reclining back on the bed. It felt so decadent to do this, to tell him to go down on her like this. It was exciting, but then she told herself his tongue on her pussy was always exciting. She could feel his cock, throbbing and insistent against her leg. She smiled inwardly a the slight movements he made to get some friction and subtly moved her leg to help provide it.

Bill flicked his tongue at her clit, then slowly, gently again along outline her lips. Meg could feel herself getting heated. A familiar warmth coursed through her body. She needed more and was about to pull his head into her, when Bill suddenly pushed his face forward and buried his tongue inside her. Meg felt the pleasure radiating up into her, she gasped. Bill had started as aroused, then the scent of Meg, her taste fueled the fire inside him, making his cock even harder then it had been. He could feel her leg with it, the tiniest bit of stubble from when she had shaved. What made it even more exciting was that to him this was an act of submission, perhaps a hint of what was to come in heir relationship.

He alternated between licking the length of her pussy with his tongue flat to probing with the tip. Meg lay back eyes closed in delight. She took her breast in her hand and played with the nipple. Bill noticed and with one hand, his face pressed int her he reached her breast and squeezed. Meg felt her whole body spasm as the heat rose up inside her, she pressed her hips upward, hard into his face, to his questing tongue hitting her in exactly the right spot as with a low moan Meg came. She lay there for a moment catching her breath, enjoying the aftermath as Bill's tongue continued to languidly probe her. After a bit, she tapped Bill on the head. He looked up, expectant with her juices on his face.

"Get up here."

Bill climbed up and she guided him deep inside her...

The company relocation plan was generous. They provided a realtor to help sell their house and another to help find a new one. They also paid for three trips for both Meg and Bill to go house hunting in their new community. Their realtor was Karen. She was a middle age, brown haired woman who seemed like she had been doing this since grade school. She was enthusiastic and energetic, like the captain of the cheer squad "all growed up", Bill said to Meg's laughter.

Karen showed them a nice spacious ranch house, close to Meg's new office. As they looked around Karen went into the other room. Meg turned to Bill. "What do you think of this one?" She asked. Bill shrugged. "I don't know", he said. "It's going to be your house."

Before Meg could respond Karen came back in. "Come on" Karen said, let me show you the yard. Meg followed her lips pursed. After they finished Karen walked them back to their rental car.

"Well, Meg, Bill what do you think? She asked smiling. Then she saw Meg's frown. "It's OK" Karen said "We have two more to see tomorrow.

Meg's mood was still dark. "Yes thank you. We'll have to consider this one and the next.it." She said.

Bill caught her mood. "Yes, Karen," he said. "Meg and I will get back to you.

Meg sat in stony silence as Bill drove them back to their hotel. Bill wisely said nothing.

Meg stayed quiet until they got to their room. Then she turned to Bill.

"I know the plan is for me to buy a place on my own, but you have to live in it too! I don't want to move into a place that you hate, or can't live in and be miserable!" She snapped.

Bill was taken aback. "I...well..I understand." He said "I just didn't think..." he paused "to think." He finished lamely.

"I told you I don't want to live with a dishrag" she said angrily. She looked at him intently. "I get it, you want me to have the power, to make final decisions, but if you don't have an opinion, or won't voice it, especially when it comes to something as important as where we will live, I don't know how this can work "

"I am sorry" he said.

His sincere surrender only seemed to make her madder. "If you want to be a dishrag then you are with the wrong person. I can go along with all this, maybe even enjoy some of it, but I can't live with you being someone who has no mind!"

Bill smiled, uncertainly. "No, I don't want to be a dishrag." He spoke. "Up until now I haven't been, have I?"

"No" Meg admitted, softening "you haven't. Don't become one! I thought the idea was for you to be a sort of junior partner in our relationship. Junior, but still a partner!"

"Yes" Bill nodded "I agree, that's a good way to put it. I won't become a dishrag." Bill stepped closer to her, to take her into his arms.

Meg stepped back. "Just a moment" she said icily, raising a finger. Bill stopped.

"What did you refer to me as when we left Karen." Meg asked

Bill's eyes widened suddenly aware of the mistake. "OH!" he said.

"Yes, OH!" Meg was surprised at how upset she was at Bill's slip.

"Yes, oh!" Meg repeated. "You want this to be real in some ways but not others, is that it?"

"No Margaret" Bill said contritely. "That's not it."

She glared at him. "So, who am I? Meg asked.

"Margaret". Bill replied.

"And if Karen, or anyone else call me Meg?

"Margaret, you are Margaret to me." Bill said.

Meg nodded. She turned "I'm going to go get something to eat."

"Wait, can I go with you?" Bill asked expecting a yes.

But Meg shook her head. "No" she said still mad. "I need some 'me' time to sit and think." She picked up a room key. "You can order in from room service, or I can bring something back for you."

"Bring something back" Bill said. "I think that's appropriate."

Meg cocked her head. "Are you sure? I don't know how long I will be. You may get hungry."

Bill nodded. "I am sure, Margaret, it seems only right under the circumstances, and take your time.

Meg nodded. She walked over, kissed him on the cheek and left the room.

She didn't go far. The hotel had a nice restaurant and she since it was a weekday, she easily got a table.

She ordered dinner and a glass of wine. While she ate and drank, Meg contemplated the day. The house was nice and maybe she was being too hard on Bill. But damn it, she thought I don't want him to get to the point here he doesn't have an opinion. She knew she could not live with that. As for the name thing, well if he wasn't going to take things seriously what was the point of it all? He had been the one who wanted this after all, the least he could do was show her some respect. She also didn't need this right now. As big a change as the move was or Bill it was huge for her too. Her promotion came with a lot of responsibility.

But she still wondered if she had been too hard on Bill - or not hard enough. Mag had another glass of wine after eating contemplating it. She ordered Bill a salad with chicken to go. Bill didn't usually eat many salads, but he had been talking about wanting to lose some weight. She also got two glasses of wine to go.

Back at the room Bill was indeed getting hungry. He had started watching television, but soon lost all interest in it and was lost in his thoughts. He had been the one who started them down this road and he still wanted to travel it. He really did want to cater to and please Me- Margaret. But she didn't want a doormat, and truth be told he didn't want to be one. He wanted to support her, please her make her understand that she was truly the wonderful, sexy, incredible strong woman he saw her as.

He heard a sort of scratching at the door and jumped up and opened it.

She held a glass of wine in each hand and a bag. Meg smiled. "Dinner delivery!" she said.

"Thank you!"

"Hungry?" Meg asked.

"OH yes!" was the reply.

"Sorry I took so long" she said.

"No, no problem" Bill hastily replied. He smiled. "It's sort of penance.

Meg frowned. "Should I not say things like that? Apologize?" She asked.

"Not unless you really mean them and want to, otherwise you don't have to."

Meg nodded as Bill opened up the bag and sat at the hotel desk. She took the padded chair near him. "I was thinking a lot. This is all new and takes a lot of adjusting." She spoke.

"I was thinking too" He replied. Meg gestured at him. "Go ahead and eat."

Bill began to eat. She gave him a glass of wine and sipped hers.

"I was thinking" Bill paused in eating. "That it's really important that we talk to each other, and not make assumptions about things." He chuckled. "At this point I like to think we could say most anything to each other."

Meg nodded and took a sip. "That's a good idea." She murmured thoughtfully. I think communication is pretty key. I'm sort of feeling my way through all this, I know you are too, so for now I'll ask your opinion on some things about this "She spread her hands "whole new relationship."

Meg watched as Bill ate then shrugged "In a way this is hard on me, I mean it's all up to me now."