SAGENA

Sagena got in the tub, but slowly as the water was very hot. Then forgetting Petroca’s admonition, she leaned back and relaxed as the heat suffused her body. Tension she hadn’t even realized she was feeling began to melt away and her mind began to wander to the almost surreal sequence of events that had led her to the current state of affairs.

Sagena had always had a submissive streak. Even as a child, she was always the one the other girls had bossed around. Unlike other girls her age it was not in her nature to tell others what to do. She found joy and completeness in making others happy. And so she had always been the low woman in the pecking order. The one everyone bossed around. But for the most part she had been content there.

When she got older, she began to notice boys, and boys began to notice her. But she was seldom asked out at first. She was to withdrawing and shy. Where other girls would flaunt themselves in their games to catch a guys eye, she would demurely wait for a guy to notice her on his own. She was a born wallflower, who was just as happy without male attention, or so she believed. Either way, she did not have the almost urgent need to validate her attractiveness with a boyfriend that she began to see in so many of her peers. That was not to say she was always alone. She had dated a few times, but they always ended in disaster.

Her problem was that the boys she dated never gave her what she wanted. Some of the guys she dated were just too . . . nice. Guys who would not dominate her as she desired. They always wanted her opinion on everything. They would not make a decision without consulting her. They lacked the confidence to just make decisions for her. And while they were sometimes fun at first, what little attraction she had for these boys quickly waned and disappeared.

Then sometimes she dated guys who were simply jerks. Sure, they were confident and dominant and they didn’t seem to need her approval, and had no problem making decisions without her input. But they were too self-centered to truly provide what she yearned for. They never took into consideration what she wanted, or needed. As long as she met their needs, they couldn’t care less about hers.

She had even tried dating a couple of women who went that way. However while the tenderness, and mutual empathy were nice, it just wasn’t for her. The simple truth was, she was attracted to men, and not women. She would never be truly happy in a romantic relationship with a woman, no matter how good it made her feel. Besides, even the women could not give her what she was seeking.

Part of the problem she realized as she thought back on her life, was, that for the longest time she had no idea what she truly wanted. She just knew when she wasn’t getting it. It was so hard to find something, when you don’t know what it is you want. All she knew was that every relationship she had been in had been lacking something. She just couldn’t begin to say what that something was. So when she became an adult and moved out on her own, she just gave up on dating all together. She had plenty of guy friends, and while some of them clearly wanted to be more, she could never bring herself to let any of the be more then just that. She was tired of the disappointments.

Consequently she had been alone for the last three years. This had not escaped the notice of her friends. One in particular had asked her repeatedly about that. Not wishing her friend to play matchmaker, she had put her off, changing the subject when it came up, making excuses when her friend tried to set her up. Finally several months ago, she had given in to her friend’s persistent questioning, and explained, as best she could, what the problem was. Her friend had just smiled and listened, and then began to ask her questions. Her questions were pointed and direct and Sagena had blushed when she had answered some of them as they were extremely personal. Finally her friend smiled and told Sagena, what exactly it was she desired. Sagena was shocked that her friend could put into words what she had been unable to for so long. When she asked her friend how she could know all of this. Her friend had just laughed and explained that she had the same feelings, and desires.

This truly surprised Sagena. Her friend was such a confident and assertive woman that it seemed impossible that she could desire to submit herself to another person. Her friend had smiled sympathetically, and told her about her current relationship. How at home her lover dominated her completely. But since she submitted to him, she submitted to no one else. Sagena was perplexed. She had never thought about things that way. Then her friend had told her about Agrecolus. How he had taken her in, helped her to explore her desires, and taught her what it meant to submit completely.

As her friend described her tutelage at the hands of Agrecolus, she found her own desire blossoming in her. As a liquid warmth crept through her, she began to imagine finding such a patient and wise instructor as her friend described. So lost in her own daydreams of total submission to a powerful, yet caring man that she almost missed it when her friend offered to put her in touch with Agrecolus.

This was a new wrinkle, and at first she tried to put her friend off as she had every time her friend had tried to set her up with someone. The idea of meeting the man her friend described scared her, and yet it also fascinated her. Her friend explained that Agrecolus routinely took in women like her, and opened them up to the desires that lay hidden in their hearts. Teaching them to submit wholeheartedly as she had been taught. When again she hesitated. Her friend had quickly scribbled Agrecolus’s address down and gave it to her, telling her to write him when she was ready.

Sagena had put the address in her purse, but could not put it out of her mind. That evening when she got home to her small apartment, she had taken it out and stared at it for a while, while her fear warred with her desire. She had finally decided not to, and had almost thrown the address out, but instead decided to hold on to it. Just in case.

Yet she could not get the daydreams out of her mind. The desire to completely surrender to a strong, compassionate man, began to haunt her every moment. It was as if in finally naming what it is she truly desired, a dam had burst and the passion could no longer be denied. At night she would lie awake and find herself imagining what it would be like to explore this newly realized side of herself. But for all her daydreams, she could not bring herself to contact him.

For the next week she went through the same exercise every night. Pull out the address, stare at it for a while, then put it up, deciding to hold onto it just in case. Finally, one week to the day after her friend had given her the address she had written a brief letter. She apologized for writing out of the blue, and mentioned her friend giving her the address, and why. It took her another four days to actually mail the letter.

A week and a half later, she had received a reply. The script was neat and obviously in a feminine hand, which surprised her. But the signature was different, and quite clearly masculine. The letter was short, and almost technical. It explained that he understood what she was going through, how she was hesitant to step out of her comfortable little world just yet. But that when she was ready to take the plunge he would be waiting. This got to her, because she felt almost as if he were challenging her. Taunting her in a way. Then he had gone on to suggest that even if she were not interested right now, perhaps she should fill out a small questionnaire he had, that might help her more fully understand her desires. He had even enclosed the questionnaire. It went on for several pages, and included some very personal questions.

Stinging slightly at his implied labeling her as scared, she had sat down and over the next three nights filled out the questionnaire. Some of the questions were simple yes/no. Others were multiple choice, and a few even required her to write small essays. Some of the terms used were unfamiliar to her, but he had included a small glossary to explain them. Clearly he had used this questionnaire many times in the past. She answered every question, even though some embarrassed her, and a few downright mortified her. Then the night after she finished it she wrote another short note explaining that while she was not sure she was ready to enter his training, she had answered the questions. She did not admit it in the letter, but his questionnaire had indeed helped her to more fully understand what she sought.

Almost another week went by before she got a second reply. It was again written in a feminine hand, with a masculine signature. In the letter Agrecolus invited her to meet him for lunch at a small café, a few days later. Sagena’s heart did a flip flop, when she read that. She had to reread it twice to be sure of what she was seeing. The idea terrified her. And yet, she felt a strange thrill of pleasure coursing through her as well. She almost convinced herself to write him back and politely decline his invitation. But in the end her curiosity won out and she decided to go ahead an meet him.

She was going to write an RSVP, when she realized that he had not requested one. In fact as she read the invitation for a fourth time, she realized it had not been an invitation at all. He had instructed her! He had even told her what to wear, ostensibly so he could identify her. With this realization a burning heat began to spread from between her legs. That this man, would presume to wield so much power over her already was intensely compelling yet arrogant in the extreme. Then as she went through her clothes making sure she had an outfit that fit his requirements, she realized he already did.

With a start Sagena was roused from her reverie. She realized that the bath water had grown tepid, and remembering Petroca’s she quickly began to bathe herself. She was careful to be thorough scrubbing every inch of her fur with the scented soaps supplied.

When she finished she climbed out of the tub. She noticed that the floor in the room was not cold as she had expected, but was actually quite warm. In fact she felt a current of warm air rising from the floor, and upon examining it closely noticed that small holes covered the floor in a regular pattern. Holding her hand close to the floor she determined that they were indeed the source of the warm air in the room, and she wondered briefly how Agrecolus managed that. But she quickly dismissed it from her mind.

She grabbed one of the towels lying folded on a small stand. As it fell open, she realized that it was very large and quite fluffy. Wrapping that towel around her body she looked until she found a smaller towel and wrapped that one around her hair. She then proceeded to rub herself dry with the large towel. In addition to being fluffy she noticed that the material of the towel was very soft and absorbent. Consequently it took her only a few minutes to dry herself, leaving her fur a fluffy tangled mess.

She grabbed her fur brush from where she had set it on a little stand and began to smooth down her fur. She was just getting started when a smallish canine entered the room. At first she thought it was Petroca, but this one was a little taller and her fur slightly lighter in color. She seemed uncomfortable as if she were intruding. Sagena found herself smiling at the stranger.

“I’m . . . I’ve come to help you.” She said, a little hesitant. “I’m, Promina.” She stepped forward and gently took the fur brush from Sagena’s hand.

“You don’t have to, I can brush my own fur.” Not since she was a young child had she had someone else groom her, and she found the idea a little uncomfortable. Promina held back clearly unwilling to touch Sagena if she was not welcome.

“I am sure you can. But it is faster and easier to have someone else groom you.” The young canine smiled a little hesitantly. “I didn’t like it either at first, but I enjoy it now.” Sagena relented and motioned for her to proceed. Promina approached her and began to gently but efficiently brush her fur. Her smooth, sure strokes were almost massage like in their quality.

“You do this a lot don’t you?”

“Yes.” She seemed almost embarrassed by the admission. “We usually groom each other. You will get used to it. In fact before too long you will be grooming me and my sister and we will groom you.” Suddenly it clicked, Petroca had mentioned a sister, this must be her, that explained the strong resemblance.

In half the time it would have taken her by herself, Promina had finished. She replaced the brush and picked up her comb. She gestured towards a small stool off to one side.

“I’ll do your hair now, it’s easier if you sit down.” Sagena sat down on the stool, and Promina moved behind her. She gently unwound the towel from her hair, which Sagena was surprised to notice was mostly dry now. She then began to comb her hair out carefully untangling her tresses with a skilled hand. Despite the tangles their was no pain just an occasional light tugging.

“You’re very good at that.”

“It’s a lot easier when you can see what you are doing,” she replied, then grew silent again, concentrating on her task. Sagena realized that she was shy, and decided to stop trying to engage her in conversation. Promina finished combing her hair in less time then she would have thought and began to brush it. In a few moments she was done.

“The Master will see you now. From this room take a left, follow the hallway until it turns right, and it will end in the door to his chamber.” She picked up Sagena’s things as well as the damp towels. “I’ll take your stuff back to your room when I finish tidying in here.”

“Thank you,” Sagena said with a smile. She turned and headed out of the room, but stopped when Promina called to her. Turning around she saw the young canine smiling shyly.

“Make sure you knock before entering,” she advised then turned back to her work.

Sagena padded quietly down the hallway, trying to calm her nerves. She felt torn in two, part of her eager to get on to what lay ahead, and another part of her wanting to flee in terror. She felt as if she were walking into a deep dark cave not knowing what lay in store for her. With each step however she could feel her desire growing. A warm glow began in her stomach increasing as she grew closer to her fate.

So wrapped up in her feelings, she hardly noticed the hallway she was walking down, until it turned abruptly to her right. The hallway proceeded only a little further before terminating in a door. There was a small plaque hung over the door. Sagena walked closer until she could read what was on it.

“Abandon hope all ye who enter in.”

Obviously Agrecolus has a sense of humor.

Hesitantly she approached and taking a deep breath, knocked on the door. To her surprise rather then a hollow booming the sound of her knocking seemed rather muffled. She waited a few moments for a response, and was about to knock again when Agrecolus’s baritone voice came through the door and bid her to enter.

She turned the handle and opened the door, which to her surprise did not creak on it’s hinges. Beyond was a large bedroom. At least she guessed it to be a bedroom from the large canopy bed that occupied one corner of the room. The room also had a fireplace with a comfortable skin rug in front of it and between the fireplace and the bed was a large overstuffed chair occupied by the one she was here for.

Ignoring everything else in the room, she proceeded directly to him with her eyes downcast. She did notice that the carpeting in the room, was thick and soft and felt quite good on her paws. She walked over to his chair, approached to what she hoped was the proper distance and knelt down before him, her head bowed.

There was silence for a minute, the only sound a strange rhythmic ticking. She felt herself beginning to tremble and to fight it tried to hold herself perfectly still. Then he spoke to her again.

“Look at me.” Nervously she looked up and relaxed almost immediately. He was smiling at her. Apparently she had done well. He was dressed as he had been dressed before and she found the warm glow in her belly growing even stronger as she gazed upon him. Nervously she wondered what he would require of her she did not have to wait long to find out.

“You are knew to this, and will need training of course.” As he spoke he stood up and began to walk around her. “We will begin with position training. The position you are in is the standard kneeling position, and you will assume it whenever instructed to kneel. It is the base position from which the other kneeling positions are assumed.” Other kneeling positions she found herself wondering. Just how many different ways are there to kneel? She soon found out.

The next hour was spent learning numerous positions. Not just kneeling but also sitting standing and lying down. Each had a different command she had to learn along with the position. If given the command to assume the position she was expected to do so immediately.

Agrecolus was a stern task master. Armed with a leather riding crop he would first explain the position desired to her, and tell her the command. He would then guide her into assuming the position using light taps from the crop. After she assumed the position to his satisfaction, he would let her relax a moment before having her assume it again. And again he would critically eye her and make any necessary corrections. After she had learned a few positions he began to quiz her, calling out positions and ensuring she assumed the correctly. At this point the taps from the crop became none to gentle. Nothing injurious but they did sting. If she failed to assume the position properly a stroke from the crop to the out of position part of her anatomy, soon corrected her. If she was merely too slow, the stroke was on her buttocks.

She found herself blushing furiously beneath her fur whenever she felt the sting of his crop. Not so much because of the fact that this male was treating her in sch a way. But because she found that she truly wished to please him, and each stroke was a mark of failure.

The first position she learned was called “kneeling-up.” And was almost identical to kneeling except instead of sitting back on her heels, her knees were at a ninety degree angle and her body was held straight in an L shape with her hands either at her sides or with her palms on the top of her thighs. Either she found was correct. From there he had proceeded to “kneeling front” and “kneeling back”both of which had variations depending on the position of the arms, legs, and tail.

The training had been going on for nearly an hour. He was again testing her and she felt a measure of pride that she had managed to assume all of the instructed positions promptly and without need of correction. However the last few minutes had consisted of one position after another, with just a moment’s pause to insure she had indeed assumed the position correctly. She was beginning to pant slightly and was thankful that she had taken time to remain in good shape.

“Arms out.” Pause. “Arms down.” Pause. “Kneel up.” Pause. “Kneel.” Sagena assumed the last position and waited for the next one. It took a moment for it to dawn on her that he had stopped calling out positions. Silently she waited, panting slightly and doing her best to remain still. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him walking back to his chair. She wondered what he had in mind next, but didn’t dare look up to see what he was doing. He sat down and then spoke.

“You have done very well my dear. Come here. Kneel beside me.” A little nervous she did as she was bid. He gently placed his hand on the back of her head and guided her to lay it down atop his thigh. At first she tensed, not knowing what he had in store, but then he began to gently stroke her hair, and she relaxed. A feeling of comfort and security washed over her, a feeling she had not felt in a long time, and she relished it. So comfortable did she find his soft fur with the iron hard muscle underneath, that she almost missed his next question.

“This is not what you expected was it?” She bit her lip at first, not wanting to admit that she had little knowledge of his world. But she quickly realized that denying her inexperience would be pointless.

“No Master,” she said in a small quiet voice. He chuckled quietly.

“Yes, most unfamiliar with the lifestyle come expecting whips and chains and me prancing around in leather underwear and wearing a leather mask.” He chuckled again, and Sagena could not help but join him, the image of him dressed as he described was utterly amusing. With their joined laughter she felt herself growing closer to him, and she practically melted against his leg.

They stayed that way for a few minutes with him stroking her hair and her just basking in his warmth. She felt oddly comfortable kneeling beside him, her head on his lap. So comfortable that she almost complained when he stopped petting her and stood up.

Surprised she looked up for a moment, but quickly caught herself and looked down again. If he noticed he said nothing. He reached down and scooped her up, cradling her in his strong arms. She did let out a small cry when he picked her up, but he said nothing about it, merely held her close against his broad chest. She felt herself letting go completely, desiring to give her total self over to him without reservation. In a distant corner of her mind she began to wonder what power this bear could wield over her that had her so willing to submit without reservation.

He leaned his head down and brought his lips to her own. She yielded to his kiss and felt the familiar warmth spreading through her. He held the kiss for just a moment, but when he broke it she could feel her breath coming in small pants and her pulse racing. Her nipples were so hard it was almost painful and she could feel the moisture beginning to flow between her legs. She flushed a little almost positive that the scent of her arousal was filling the room.

Effortlessly he carried her over to the bed. He paused beside it to kiss her again, and her arousal increased further, an aching need gnawing at her insides. Gently he laid her out on the bed, the covers smooth and cool to against her back. She looked up into his eyes, filled with equal parts lust and tenderness. He quickly shucked his own clothes, revealing to her for the first time his own body.

He was big and muscular, yet like most bears he was slightly pudgy. In most other species it would detract, but in a bear it looked right, and only enhanced his appearance. Her gaze traveled down his hard yet soft body, noticing how the curve of his muscles could still be discerned despite the fur. Her gaze dropped to his waist then below to where his swelling organ was more then halfway out of its sheath.

At first she was a little disappointed, because he seemed somewhat smallish. But when she unconsciously reached out to touch it she realized that he was in fact well hung, but his body was so big that it made his organ seem smaller then it was. He gently intercepted her hand with his own., laying down by her side. A mischievous gleam came into his eyes and a small smile appeared on his lips. He climbed onto the bed, straddling her, and, she noticed later, pinning her hands to her sides with his knees.

He gently began to stroke her, touching her here and there, his claws running lightly through her fur. Each touch sent a tingle of electricity through her, and gradually the sensations began to merge together. She longed for him to take her, to enter her and fill her. Even a touch on her nipples, hard as rocks and standing straight up, would have been welcome. But he studiously avoided her erogenous zones. Or perhaps more accurately his touch was turning her whole body into one giant erogenous zone.

His touch drove her to a state of arousal she had never experience before. Unable to control herself she writhed beneath him, and squeezed her legs together rhythmically, luxuriating in the small bursts of pleasure the pressure brought from her engorged clitoris. Abruptly he stopped his caressing, and leaned forward to kiss her again. He held the kiss longer this time, and Sagena had the strangest feeling as the urgency left her, yet she remained as aroused as ever. He broke the kiss and brought his mouth to her ear.

“There is nothing I enjoy more then the sight of a woman writhing in the throes of passion beneath my touch,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. She blushed again, as she realized this was yet another game of his. He would tease her into a heightened state of arousal and then keep her there until he decided to grant her release. This realization itself kicked her arousal up another notch. He sat back up and again began to caress her. But this time he was concentrating on her breasts, his touch coming ever closer but not quite touching her aching nipples. Despite her best efforts she began to whimper, yearning for the release she knew he could give her.

Finally he took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and began to squeeze the. Gently at first but with increasing force. It hurt, but at the same time it was sending thrills of pleasure through her body. The pain and pleasure increased as he held on until she felt herself on the verge of an orgasm. Then abruptly he released her. She whimpered again, this time at the denial of the release she had been so close to. It was becoming clear he was an expert on reading her body, and could tell just how close he could take her to orgasm without pushing her over. And that he would keep pushing her there and stopping until he gre tired of the game.

He changed positions now. Taking her hand he pinned them above her head with one of his massive paws. Then he moved forward until his throbbing manhood, now fully extending from his sheath, was not quite an inch from her mouth. She knew what he wanted, but was a little hesitant, having never done this without her hands before. Gingerly she extended her tongue and tasted him. Growing more confident she plied her tongue on him, luxuriating long strokes on him, and enjoying his slightly salty flavor.

Her arousal never decreased, in fact she found it increasing slightly, but it was overwhelmed by a new urge, to pleasure him as best she could. So strong had his influence over her grown already, that pleasing him was at the moment the most important thing in her life. She began to vary her actions, alternating strokes of her tongue by occasionally opening her mouth and taking as much of his member as she could. With his free hand he was gently stroking her hair, smiling appreciatively at what she did. Encouraged she redoubled her efforts, using every trick she had picked up. She was rewarded by him closing his eyes and groaning softly.

She continued to pleasure him, and he began to move his hips in response gently thrusting his hard manhood in time with her ministrations. She took a small measure of pride in his response and felt a growing tingle in her belly with each groan of pleasure he uttered. The abruptly he pulled himself away. She almost cried out when he withdrew himself from her. She looked up into his smiling eyes, and felt an electric thrill run up and down her spine. He moved down her, spreading her legs and positioning himself between them.

She found herself opening to him, spreading her legs to give him access to her feminine center she had surrendered completely, at this moment existing only to bring him pleasure. She felt the tip of his manhood rubbing against her, and she whimpered again, longing to feel him filling her up.

Finally he slowly began to enter he, his manhood filling her up and sending a delicious feeling through her body. She groaned slightly as her body opened to accept him. His slow entry filled her in ways she had never imagined possible. For a time she thought he would never stop, then he did, and he paused with his member fully inside her. She gasped for breath as he held her there, then slowly began to pull out of her. He began a to thrust into her with a slow steady rhythm, and her body responded like she had never experienced before.

The arousal that previously had slipped from her conscious awareness came flooding back. She found herself moving her hips up to meet each thrust, striving to take him deeper inside of her. If she could have she would have pulled him entirely inside of her body. For a while he seemed content to take her to the verge of orgasm, then pull her back. Still teasing her, still demonstrating his complete control over her. Her breathing became faster, and the sound of her own heartbeat pounded in her ears, then like a damn breaking her first orgasm hit. As waves of pleasure engulfed her, she lost all sense of time and space adrift in a storm-wracked sea of ecstacy.

When finally her orgasm subsided she began to be aware of her surroundings again. The first the she noticed was Agrecolus’s blue-green eyes gazing into her own. He was holding still, just the tip of his manhood still in her. Swept up in a wave of emotions she grabbed his shoulders and pulled herself up to kiss him. If he found this inappropriate he said nothing, returning her kiss with equal fervor. As they kissed she realized that for the first time she felt complete, that the longing in her soul was gone. She was where she belonged.

When he finally broke the kiss, she collapsed back to the bed with a groan, and he resumed his gentle thrusts. He brought her to two more orgasms before his own.

As he finished spilling his seed into her, he slowly pulled out of her, and collapsed on his back beside her with a small groan. They lay there for a few minutes, side by side, and Sagena basked in a warm fuzzy glow that seemed to envelope them. After they had caught there breaths he reached over, his strong arms picking her up and laying her face down on top of him, but with her hips over his mouth.

She felt his warm tongue caressing her, cleaning up the juices from their lovemaking. He started with her thighs and began to work his way towards her center. Taking her cue from him, she began to gently lap the remnants of their tryst from him, tasting her own flavor mingled with his. As she took his member into her mouth one last time, she could feel his tongue probing her, taking the last of their juices from inside her.

Finally he pulled her off of him, turning her around so that she was now lying face to face with him. Without a word, he kissed her, deeper then before, his tongue probing her mouth. She could taste herself on his tongue, and new that he likewise could taste himself.

After what seemed like hours he broke the kiss and just quietly held her. Limp and exhausted she lay on top of him, her head resting on his broad chest. Lulled by his even breathing and the warmth of his body she soon drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Secure in the knowledge that at last she was where she belonged, in the service of this great bear.

Copyright 2006 by George Embley.