Cute Girls

Valerie’s Rebirth Ch. 01

“This is part 1 of the seventh and final story in my Valerie series. The previous chapters were (in order) “Valerie’s Submission”, “Valerie’s Exploration”, “Valerie’s Commitment”, “Valerie’s Initiation” parts 1 and 2, “Valerie’s Growth”, parts 1 and 2, and “Valerie’s Crisis”. It is in two parts due to length. The second part should be out in a week or less (I hope).”

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Valerie awoke with a start. It took her a moment to realize she was expecting her alarm to go off at 5 and it was now well after 6. “That’s right. I don’t have a job anymore,” she thought to herself. The fear that being unemployed brings was tempered by the woman in her arms, Sally, and the love they shared. “We will get through this, I know we will.”

She was surprised to hear a dreamy voice respond, “Of course we will dear. We have each other.” Valerie had not realized she had spoken out loud. Sally continued, “And others as well. Lilly is standing by you, Francine will live and we both love her. And there’s Master. I know you will worry, so I won’t tell you not to, but don’t let the worry drive out the hope.”

Valerie leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Would you check my back? It’s feeling really sore this morning,” She rolled over on her front to give Sally a clear view.

Sally looked at the scars that ran across Valerie’s back, a constant reminder of the horrible night when Francine lost control. They felt warm to the touch. “We may have been too energetic last night. They’re really warm. Do you want to call Helen?”

“No. Let’s just be careful today. If they’re still the same tomorrow, we’ll give her a call. I would rather avoid a lecture on what ‘taking it easy’ means.”

“You want to shower first or second?”

“I’ll go second. There won’t be any hot water left when I’m done. I’ll check to see if there are any messages from Master.”

“Okay.”

Sally’s shower was not short, but did leave plenty of hot water for Valerie, a pleasant side effect of the oversized water heaters the apartments in this building had. There was a message from Charles, but he simply said that there would be no long distance orders this week and to concentrate on dealing with the effects of the public exposure and to prepare for the handfasting.

Valerie took a good thirty minutes, letting the hot water play over the sore muscles and itching scars. It took self control, something she had learned submitting these last few weeks, to not scratch at the scars she could reach. By the time she was done, the hot water was gone and she felt much better. She would have to be careful of how she moved, as too much stretching was painful she discovered when she dressed. She took a dose of the painkiller she had been prescribed and joined Sally in the front room.

Sally had made pancakes. While they ate, Val’s computer dinged with a incoming mail notice. She saw that it was from a company called Degrasi Publications. “Great. Another request for my story rights,” she thought. Just about to delete it unread, she noticed this one had a subject line, “Job Application.” The inside had just a link with the message, “To apply for a position, click on the link.”

“Sally, have you ever heard of Degrasi Publications?”

“No. Is that one of those story rights things?”

“Maybe. The subject is job application and there’s just a link.”

“I wouldn’t go there. Could be a virus or a Trojan horse.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Valerie closed her E-mail, without deleting it, however.

“What do you want to try to get done today?”

“We need to pack some more. I’d like to see if the offer Francine made on a house was accepted. It’s a really good one and it’s been fixed up for BSDM play in the basement.”

“It has a dungeon in the basement?”

“Not exactly, but Francine was showing me how the features would allow for play with no structural modifications. And it has plenty of space for all three of us.”

“That would be great. Wouldn’t you already have been called if it was accepted?”

“No, Francine listed her number as the contact number. I’d also like to check in on Francine again, try to keep her spirits up.”

“So, we need to go by Francine’s, do a lot of packing and visit the hospital.”

“Right. I hope you don’t mind driving. Between the scars and the meds, I shouldn’t.”

“No problem. Let’s head out to Francine’s first.”

On the way, they stopped to fill the tank and Valerie picked up a real estate magazine to broaden their search if the ones they had already checked did not work out. At Francine’s house they saw little strips of crime scene tape that had been left behind when the cops had released the place. Inside, Valerie got three steps in and froze. The ropes that had bound her in the entry between the living room and dining room were still there. Her blood was still on the walls where the whip had splattered it. Her breath caught and she began to tremble.

“Val, it’s all right. It’s all right to be frightened.”

Tears flowed. “I couldn’t stop it. She wouldn’t stop. It hurt so bad. God Sally, I hate her for not stopping!”

Sally grabbed Val and held her tight, letting her cry. She knew this had to happen, but it was hard to watch anyway.

“How can I hate her so much and love her so much at the same time? What kind of person am I? What kind of monster?”

“Val,” Sally answered, patting her back and brushing her hair, “you’re not a monster. You are a normal person. Look inside and ask yourself. Is it Francine you hate, as a person, or is it what she did to you?”

“I… I don’t know. I can’t tell them apart. Inside it feels like she is what she did to me and I know that’s wrong, but I…”

“It’s okay. This will take time. Hold onto the fact that you love her very much and want what’s best for her. She needs to heal, both her body and her heart. So do you. It wasn’t just your back that was savaged that night, your heart was too. It will heal and you will be able to tell Francine apart from the horror of the beating itself. You’ve forgiven her already, that’s the first step.”

“But, I don’t feel like I’ve forgiven her.”

“Forgiveness is not a feeling, it’s a choice. You may find yourself having to forgive her again and again as your feelings try to take it back. Remember, forgiveness is for you, not for Francine.”

Valerie, tears still threatening, went over to Francine’s answering machine. There were 12 messages on it. Playing them back revealed a couple from her job, asking about some programming thing. There were two from the realtor they talked to week before last, asking that they meet with the owners about their proposal. The rest were from a combination of media types asking for interviews and some not so nice calls that fell under the harassment category, one a threat. The threatening voice sounded familiar, but she could not place it.

Valerie called the realtor back.

“Hello. This is Valerie Burbon. Francine Traline and I had made an offer on a house and you’ve been trying to get a hold of us? Yes, that’s the one. The owners want to meet us? I’m free anytime this week. Today? Noon. Yes, we can do that. Where? Yes, I know the place. We’ll be there. Thank you very much.” Valerie stood staring at the phone as the line went dead.

“Valerie, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m just a little shocked. The owners want to meet at Mephisto’s.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No. I didn’t even know that they were open in the middle of the day.”

“They’re not. They don’t open until 4 on weekdays. On weekends they’re open from 4 PM on Friday till 3 AM Monday morning.”

“We should go by the hospital. If there’s a chance to close on the house, we’ll need a power of attorney from Francine. She’s the only one of us with the assets to close with now.”

Valerie called Mr. Moore, Francine’s attorney, and asked that he meet them in her room at the hospital. She explained that a house they had made an offer on was possibly closable and that they would need Francine’s power of attorney to complete it. Her agreed to see them there.

Valerie and Sally beat Mr. Moore there and chatted with Francine for a few minutes. He arrived, with the ever present George Twiny and his laptop to take notes.

“Valerie started the ball rolling. “Francine, that house we made an offer on, the owners want to meet with us at noon today. We might be able to get it. With what’s happened, you’re the only one with the financial resources to support the purchase. Since you can’t be there, we would need your power of attorney to do the deal.”

“Of course. Just give me what I need to sign.”

Mr. Moore interrupted. “As your attorney, I would have to advice against this course of action. Powers of attorney are very powerful documents, easily abused. I know you trust Ms. Burbon, but making such a decision on a moment’s notice is very unwise.” He held up a hand to dissuade interruption. “There is another concern as well. Given the recent events between the two of you, such a granting could be challenged in court under the guise of inadvertent mental duress. Specifically, your guilt over injuring Ms. Burbon could be seen as making you unable to make an informed decision in this regard. It would be better if your agent was an impartial one, or someone such as myself, who has a fiduciary responsibility towards you.”

“You’re saying that someone will try to nullify the sale by claiming Francine was not in her right mind?” Sally asked.

“No. I’m saying it could happen. In law, we deal with what can, not what is likely.”

Francine asked, “Can I give you specific and general instructions with the power?”

“Of course. In fact, that’s normal procedure.”

Val asked, “Can you be at the meeting with us today?”

He looked at George, who nodded his head. “Looks like I can. Where is the meeting?”

“At the Mephisto club.”

Mr. Moore’s eyebrows raised. Francine’s mouth dropped open. “The owners want to meet at Mephisto’s? I was right. They are players.”

“Sure seems like it.”

“Mr. Moore. Prepare what I need to sign. I want to buy that house, no matter what. Put everything I have on the table, even my house. I’m not sure I can stand living there anymore anyway. Of course, get the best deal you can.”

“Of course.”

“And Mr. Moore, Valerie and Sally are to be equal owners on the deed, even if I’m the only one able to pay anything. We can set up some sort of financial arrangements where they can pay into the house over any length of time they need.”

“That’s not what I would advise, but a good attorney knows when his client will ignore his advise anyway. I see the nurse hovering again. We’re about to get kicked out.” Taking a document from George’s portable printer, her placed it where she could read it. “This gives me the power of attorney to handle all aspects of purchasing a house for you, but not in any other area. If you need to extend it, we can do that later.”

Francine signed the paper and they left the room before the nurse could evict them. “Would you ladies give me a minute of your time. We can use a table in the cafeteria.”

At the cafeteria, they got some drinks and sat down in a secluded corner.

“Ms. Traline had asked that I tell you certain things. The DA has chosen to file criminal charges against Ms. Traline for attempting suicide. The law is almost never enforced and I suspect it’s being done here only because he can get no other charges to stick now. She has instructed me to plead guilty for her, against my advice. I think she’s trying to assuage some guilt over the incident. You should know that her version of what happened is different from your statement.”

“I’m sticking by what I said.”

“Good. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I would like to call you as a witness during the sentencing portion, to testify about what you know concerning her mental state. It will go far towards getting a treatment sentence as opposed to jail time.”

“With pleasure. Just let me know when and where. I seem to have a lot of free time these days.”

“The arraignment is Friday and the sentencing hearing is usually a week or two later. I’ll let you know. As for the house, it would be best if the arrangement between the three of you is not that of her gifting to you equal shares in the house. That could actually impact the sentencing badly, taken as sign of guilt. I can prepare contracts that specify that you will repay Ms. Traline for your thirds over the thirty years of the mortgage with no specific time table. You should have your own lawyers look them over as a precaution.”

“Sure that sounds fair. Sally?”

“I can live with that.”

“Good. It’s 11 now. I will meet you at Mephisto’s in an hour.”

The two women left and picked up a quick lunch, before heading to the club. They were anxious, hoping that the owners being players meant that they had a good chance at getting the house. The last thing they expected, however, was to actually know the owners. Waiting outside was the realtor and, of all people, Fred and Daphne.

“Fred, Daphne. That’s your house?” Valerie cried.

“Yes it is. And hopefully soon to be ‘was our house’.”

Sally asked, “Why are you selling? Valerie says it’s a wonderful house with playing opportunities.”

Daphne hugged her husband, “We just finished building a new house with a real dungeon in the basement. It’s divine.”

“Oh, we would love to see it. Maybe even more,” Valerie chimed.

“Dear, you’re welcome to play with us anytime your Master lets you,” Fred replied.

“Val, how bad was it? Are the public tales true? Did you really want Francine to bloody you?” Daphne asked.

“Pretty bad. I’ll probably have scars permanently. Can I answer the other questions in a more private place?”

“Sure. We’ll have some time after we deal with business.”

Mr. Moore pulled up, George in tow. “Good afternoon. I’m Franklin Moore, representing Ms. Traline’s interests. Shall we go inside?”

At midday, the inside of the club looked very different. A cleaning staff was present, getting things ready for the night’s activities. With the lights all on and the floor empty, it looked like any contemporary dance club. Val could see that there were far more doors lining the walls than the private rooms could account for. She assumed that the extra doors were for storage of the larger pieces of equipment. A lady Val recognized from her auction, the one who had explained the consent form, showed them to a large table and left them alone.

Fred started the proceedings. “When we saw your names on the offer, we knew we wanted to sell to you. The house would be perfect for you. It helped that your offer was competitive. There are two offers of more than you bid. What incentive could you offer that would make us willing to take a smaller price? Understand, we would sell to you in a heartbeat, but the law says we have to justify refusing a better offer.”

Valerie answered first. “I’m afraid, with my having lost my job that I can’t even support the offer we made, let alone provide an enticement. Anything like that will have to come from Francine or Sally.”

“All I’ve got is a perfect credit score. That will help at the bank, but not here.”

“I believe that Ms. Traline can offer you what you need. She can pay you cash for the house in three weeks, no loan approval needed.”

Every mouth at the table dropped. Valerie started to say something, but could not think of what. Sally managed to get the first words out.

“She has that much money?”

“Not right now, but there was an offer to buy her house for cash when I got back to the office. That’s why I was a little late. I discussed the offer with her and we both agreed that it was best to take it.”

“Who?”

“I can’t say. Ms. Traline may be willing to tell you, but if she does, be advised that the deal will fall through if the offer becomes public knowledge before it’s complete. Rest assured, if it closes, and I’m sure it will, Ms. Traline would be able to buy the house you’re looking at 4 times over.”

“Someone’s buying her house for over a million dollars?”

“Yes. And they believe they’re getting it for a song. Ms. Traline is not holding out so she can buy the house as quickly as possible.”

Fred smiled. “It looks like we have a deal. Avoiding financing is an excellent reason to take a slightly lesser offer. Our realtor has the letter of intent right here.”

The letter was read and signed Valerie insisted in putting up the $5000 earnest money that would seal the temporary deal and the two vanilla people left, leaving Fred, Daphne, Sally and Valerie alone with the cleaning crew.

Daphne asked, “Is this private enough to ask those questions?”

Valerie looked around and saw no one near. She nodded her head. “The public story was to keep Francine out of jail. She was charged with kidnapping, slavery, assault and battery. It was a scene, not an attack. The truth is that she was suffering emotionally from being beaten by her boyfriend and she ignored my safe word.”

“Oh Valerie, that’s horrible.”

“Yes it was. I love Francine dearly, but I’m not sure I’ve dealt with the issues well yet.”

“Of course you haven’t. The betrayal of trust in that is tremendous. You may never be able to trust her again. I hope you can trust others still. People have left the lifestyle altogether because of safe word violations.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I forgive her. She was under incredible emotional strain and she snapped. But I can’t trust that she won’t again, not before she heals emotionally and mentally, and I’m 110% certain she has. If that happens, I would be honored to submit to her again. But that will be quite some time.”

“Could we see how bad it was?”

“Not here or now. Everyone will get a chance to see how bad on Saturday. Something special’s going to happen then.”

“We know. The invitations have gone out already. Congratulations on your love.”

“Fred! It was supposed to be a surprise, the invitations and all.”

“Oops. Don’t let Charles know I let it slip. But there will be quite a crowd there on Saturday.”

Sally and Valerie blushed. They had no idea that their love was to be so widely broadcast. Sally looked at Val, “We’re going to have to make the ceremony really special now.”

“Yes. Wouldn’t want to disappoint our fans. Fred, Daphne, can we ask a big favor?”

“Name it.”

“I was evicted last week. We have no where to move to.”

“Say no more. I’ll have the keys to you in the morning tomorrow. You can start moving in whenever you want. Since we’ve accepted an offer, the open houses will stop.”

“Thanks. It means a lot. We have a lot to do, so we should be going. See you Saturday, if not earlier.”

Back in Valerie’s car, Val said, “Sally, would you drop me off at Castle? I have something I want to look into, a surprise for master. You can keep the car and maybe do some packing at your place.”

“Sure. How will you get home?”

“I’ll take a cab. I have a card for someone who is discreet and friendly.”

“Okay. I assume you’re getting something special for me as well?”

“Maybe, Maybe. I might be late, depending.”

Valerie was pleased to see Giggy and Rachael’s cars out front, knowing she could rely on their expertise to enable her plan. Inside, there were a dozen customers browsing the various sections. The two lesbians were out and about, answering questions from people while a third employee, a man with several tattoos, was behind the counter. Valerie ambled about the store, looking at areas she had not looked at before. The magazine area was impressive. The array of titles and the subjects they covered was a little surprising. She found it hard to believe that there were enough foot fetishes out there to support not one, but four magazines devoted solely to feet.

Eventually, Giggy came over to her. “So Valerie, looking for a magazine?”

“No, actually, I’m looking for something very special. Something to give my Master.”

“Dean, go get water for us.”

“Yes Mistress,” he quickly made for the kitchen. Within moments he had returned carrying a try that held two chilled glass mugs, a small bucket of ice and a pitcher of water. He sat the tray on the small table and made their drinks. Rani grasped Sara’s hand and they pulled each other to a sitting position. Sara grinned as she met Rani’s gaze. She had never thought sex would be like that nor that another woman could give her that much pleasure.

“I do hope I’ve overcome any misconceptions Dean managed to give you about sex.”

“Oh, yes, many times over.” After they had rested a moment Rani turned her attention back to Dean.

“Your punishment will be, interesting. I think we’ll start on the low T-bar.” Dean nodded and took his place behind the metal bar mounted to the floor. The bar on the top was longer than his legs could spread while on his knees so he couldn’t pull forward and the hight was adjusted so his ass was high in the air. Rani had originally trained him on this so he would know the correct position for kneeling to her.

Rani led Sara back to the wall and picked out another slim vibrator as well as a strap on and lube. Both women settled in behind Dean. He felt exposed and vulnerable because of how he was positioned. Rani guided Sara’s hands to Dean’s balls and showed her how to caress them. Dean jumped a bit in surprise at the light touch. Rani leaned forward and undid the leather ties holding the hard shield over his dick. His erection quickly grew and Sara wrapped her fingers around it. She was surprised at how smooth the skin was, almost velvety. Rani walked around Dean quickly fastening the restraints attached to the base bar so he was held at the wrists and ankles. He flinched and flexed his ass closed when she ran her finger over his puckered hole. He received a quick hard slap to each cheek when he attempted to pull away from her lubed finger pressing into him. Then he dared to speak.

“Mistress, you said this would wait until I was ready.”

“You broke your half of the contract by bringing Sara here, therefore your concerns are no longer of any value.”

“I’m rather glad he brought me here,” Sara giggled.

“I am too dear, but he still needs to be punished,” Rani answered as she caressed Sara’s hair. At Sara’s look of adoration Rani knew she had acquired another submissive. Rani quickly lubed Dean up, working two fingers into his ass slowly, the the small vibrator when he was relaxed enough. Dean couldn’t believe how hard he got when she slid the vibe in and out of his ass. Rani handed Sara the harness for the strap on as she continued to work the toy in and out of his ass. Through Rani’s motions Sara managed to slide the inner dildo into herself and buckle the straps correctly. The fleshy penis hanging down from her crotch was larger than the one currently held inside her. She ran her fingertips over the silicone toy and quickly spread the lube over it when Rani squirted some on the end with her free hand. Dean was actually rocking back to meet the vibe when Rani took it from him. He knew not to say anything but he already missed the little vibrator. If he had known it would feel that good he would have let Mistress do that long ago.

“Because this should be punishment that will be all the build up you’ll get. Had you behaved I would have saved this next bit for when you were ready. And Dean? You’re still not allowed to cum.” Sara moved behind Dean and placed the head of the strap on at his hole. At Rani’s nod she slowly pressed it in, all the way to the base in one smooth stroke. She stayed there while Dean worked his way though the pain. His whole body had tensed up but no sound had escaped from him. Rani patted his head.

“Such a good worm, though, you look more like a dog now.”

After Dean relaxed a little Sara pulled all the way out and slid back in. She could feel the other dildo inside her moving as she moved. The little ridges right above it rubbed against her clit. Sara’s rhythm slowly sped up until she was steadily thrusting into Dean so she could feel the toy inside her better. Rani reached around from behind Sara to stroke her breasts and lightly pinch the erect nipples. She slid her hands down Sara’s sides to her waist and flicked the little switch on the harness. Both dildos began to vibrate causing Sara and Dean to gasp. Dean was obviously enjoying the filled feeling in his ass. Rani lay down in front of him with her pussy in his face and rested her heels on his shoulders.

“Be a good doggy and lick.” Dean eagerly lowered his head and began eating his beloved Mistress out. He thrust his tongue into her and nibbled at her clit. Rani watched Sara over his back and smiled as she watched the orgasm building in her. She could feel her own doing the same. “Doggy, you can cum, after I have.” She chuckled as his efforts doubled. To tease and torment a bit more she held her orgasm back for a little bit but she could finally resist no longer. Dean felt her thighs tighten around his head and her clit throb under his tongue and as he licked up her sweet juices he knew he would finally have his. Seconds later he moaned into her as his cock throbbed and spurted thick ropes of cum onto the floor below him. Sara cried out as she orgasmed again too. They each grew quiet and still as they recovered. Rani finally got up and went to help Sara turn off and remove the harness. Dean gave a quiet moan as the head popped out of his ass.

“Let’s go to the hot tub out back,” Rani suggested to Sara.

“Oh, that’s sounds nice, but, what about him?”

“Hmm,” Rani moved a new toy over behind Dean. “This should be good.” The toy was a large box and a pole stuck out of it by about ten inches. On the end of the pole was a rubber dick. Rani placed the head at Dean’s ass then fiddled with a few buttons on the side. The pole slowly lengthened and shoved the toy into Dean’s ass, just as it bottomed out it began to retract so the toy slid back out.

“That’s the slowest setting, I’m sure he’ll be able to handle that. Dean, feel free to cum any time you need to. It may very well be awhile before you get that privilege again.” Rani slipped her hand into Sara’s and headed for the door. Neither Sara nor Dean had seen her palm the small remote for the toy, and the hot tub was well within range.

She straddled him and began pulling hard his hair.

“Have you been a good boy this week?”

“No Mistress.”

“What did you do?”

“I wore my wife’s clothes.”

“You did? Who said you could do that?”

“I did.”

“Don’t you remember I told you not to do that unless you asked my permission first?”

“I know, I know, I’ve been bad.”

She whipped his ass a few times and then took a scarf and tied it around his balls. She pulled on it hard, causing him pain.

“Don’t ever disobey me again you piece of shit!”

“I’m sorry, I won’t Mistress, and I won’t.”

The session was over and Turquoise poured herself a glass of water.

“Get out of here.”

“Yes Mistress.”

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash.

She looked at the cash and shook her head.

“I told you to bring my money in a white envelope, that’s how I want it presented to me in the future. Can you remember that?”

“I will. I promise.”

Billy was an easy customer and Turquoise was just starting to get turned on.

She counted the hundreds.

“See you next week.”

He left and she went and sat in the living room and turned on the TV. There was a soap opera playing and a dramatic actress was crying over the love she lost. That was the last thing she’d ever do was cry over a man, she thought.

Her thoughts went to the stranger she had met in the coffee shop. She wondered if she would see him again another morning… Meanwhile she had things to do, better go and see about the car.

Jesse Fernandez looked at his watch. It was almost lunchtime at the Old Taos Garage. He was a mechanic and had been there for almost a year. He had trouble keeping jobs his work record was covered with spots. He knew what he was having for lunch, that fucking salami sandwich and peppercorns he had bought at the deli.

Jesse was twenty-five and not what you would call a ladies man. He was very shy with women and usually came off as clumsy and awkward. He loved to look at movie stars and dreamed about catching a broad as hot as Jennifer Lopez and sticking it to her, deep into her. He had a girl that he saw sometimes, Mary Lopez, but she was sort of fat and dumpy and not a great lay. Not like Jennifer.

His boss came around the corner wearing the company uniform, jeans and a blue t-shirt with the garage logo on it.

“Jesse” — he boomed.

“Yes sir…”

“I have a customer out front I want you to take care of now.”

“Ah, shit man, it’s my lunch.”

“Sorry Jesse, but she’s a fox…Maybe you can help the lady out, take an extra fifteen from me after.”

Fuck! Now the fucking sandwich would have to wait. He walked out to the cashier area. There was a tall woman standing there with a pretty face. Shit! She was tall man! And she had nice tits too! He checked her out.

“Can I help you?”

She looked down at him, glanced over his dirty t-shirt and greasy jeans haughtily.

“Ah, my car…the check engine light keeps coming on…Do you think you could check it out for me?”

“Oh yeah, sure Miss… Let me drive it around back. Which one is yours?”

“The black Mercedes.”

Figures. A rich broad, probably married to some surgeon or some shit like that. He drove the car in to the bay and popped the hood. He put a computer to it to scan the engine. It all checked out okay. Maybe it was a faulty wire. He tightened it.

Turquoise waited by the bay, watching the mechanic check the car. She hoped it was nothing major that would be just what she needed. He came towards her with a serious look on his face.

“Excuse me, I got the problem fixed. It was just a faulty wire.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“Meet me out front and we’ll settle up.”

She waited by the register as he pulled the car out front.

“That’ll be twenty five dollars.”

Fuck it, he’d charge her, she could afford it.

“All right.”

She pulled out her checkbook and wrote a check for twenty five dollars.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks.”

He stared at the check. It had her address on it. He made a mental note to make a copy of it for later.

“I’m surprised your husband didn’t figure out the wire”— he teased.

“I’m not married.”

“I’m surprised a pretty woman such as yourself isn’t married.

“Maybe one day…”

Not married eh? He wondered where she got all her dough from: probably some rich, broad with a rich ass parents.

“Here are your keys.”

He gave her a creepy stare and she looked away quickly. This guy made her uneasy. She drove away. He looked at the check and made a photocopy of it. This lady could be worth pursuing. Maybe she needed a guy like him around the house to take care of things. She was a good looking broad that was for sure. He crumpled up the copy and shoved it into his pocket. He would deal with her later, now he had a sandwich to eat.

Turquoise sat down at her desk to answer some e-mails. She got quite a few from her website. She went through them and came across one from a man named Ken.

He said he wanted to worship her from head to toe. She smiled to herself: this was a green guy. He sounded like a novice for sure. She could spot them from a mile away.

She wrote back to him.

Hello Ken,

This is Turquoise. I got your letter and I am flattered by your request. If you want to worship me it will be when and how I choose. I will give you my instructions and I expect you to comply with my wishes. If I feel you are truly worthy of worshipping me I will contact you again.

Turquoise

That was a to the point letter showing him who was boss. He might as well get used to it. Turquoise got up from the computer and went into the kitchen to fix something to eat, it was getting late.

It was nightfall and the skies were a dark purple over the mountains. Jesse was off work and drove up West Alameda and stopped to look at Turquoises’ loft building. Number 202, this was it. He watched the lights go on inside and sat back in the car and drank a Budweiser. So this was where the bitch lived. Nice spread. He slunk down in the seat and looked through the tall windows for awhile. He finished his beer and drove on. He would be back.

Morning broke and Turquoise woke up to the sound of her front buzzer ringing.

She got up and walked over to the video screen, where she could see the front door. It was a UPS man standing there holding a small package. She buzzed him in.

“Package for a Ms Turquoise Sky. Please sign here.”

She signed. He left and she closed the door. She opened the package; it was an African mask she had ordered online from a collector. She put it up on her wall of masks.

She went into the bedroom and put on her pink velour tracksuit and running shoes and headed out the door. She was feeling good today and the air was cool and refreshing. She walked a bit faster. She wondered if the strange man would be at the Mayan Cafe today…

She opened the door to the cafe and walked inside. Classical music played and she ordered her croissant and coffee.

“Good morning” — said the pretty girl behind the counter.

“Hello,”

She sat down by the window and sipped her latte. No sign of the stranger. She looked outside to where some yuppies were sitting and saw him outside tying his dog to a post. He walked in. She pretended not to notice him. He was walking towards her carrying a cup of coffee in his hands. He stopped by her.

“Hello” — he said

She looked up from her paper and pretended to be surprised.

“Oh, hello.”

“Nice to see you again… mind if I join you?”

“Go ahead.”

She shuffled her newspaper around.

“My name is Tom.”

“I’m Turquoise.”

“Turquoise, that’s an unusual name.”

“Yes, it is… it means Turkish Stone.”

“Yes, indeed, turquoise dates back to the Egyptian times.”

“Yes, it does…I’ve seen you here before.”

“Oh yes, I come here most mornings before I paint.”

“Oh, you’re an artist?”

“Yes, I am. I have a small studio on Canyon Road.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I sell my work from there. Its mostly word of mouth.”

“That’s fantastic.”

“Well, nice to finally talk to you. I had noticed you before but I was too shy to say anything.”

“Well, I am glad you finally did.”

“And what do you do, Turquoise?”

There it was. He asked her the magic question. She quickly made up a lie.

“I’m a therapist” — she lied.

“A therapist, how wonderful… What sort of therapy do you do?”

“Oh, mostly marriage counseling and that sort of thing.”

“That’s fascinating.”

If only he knew how fascinating it really was, she thought. She quickly changed the subject.

“So what kind of paintings do you do?”

“Well, I’m an abstract painter, I’m really into textures right now. Of course I paint in oils.”

“Of course… maybe one day I could see some of your work…I am also a collector.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I collect African art and American art.”

“I ‘d love for you to drop by and see some of my work.”

He pulled out a card with his name and address on it.

“Stop by, anytime.”

“Oh, thank you.”

She put the card in her pocket and he got up to leave.

“Well, I guess I’ll get going now, enough procrastination for me today. Bye Turquoise, nice to meet you.”

He shook her hand.

“Thanks.”

He left the cafe and walked away with his dog. She had finally met him. He seemed like a nice, normal man. Maybe she would stop by his place sometime. She stared out the window and her mind mentally switched gears into work mode.

Today she had a session scheduled with a heavyweight client at his house in the hills. He was a prominent figure, a powerful businessman. He liked complete privacy and never came to her; she always had to see him at his home. Of course she charged double for house visits. He was into transformation.

It was Sunday morning in Connecticut and Nancy and the kids were at church.

Ken decided to stay home because he was hot to build his new pigeon cage out in the backyard. They had two acres of property and he already had the main loft completed.

First he sat at the computer with a cup of steaming hot coffee in hand. He read his e-mails: Spam, more spam, an offer from Nigeria to transfer one million dollars into his bank account (not!) and then finally an e-mail from Turquoise.

He opened it up and read her letter. So she would contact him when she felt it right if he was worthy! Well, wasn’t that sassy! He laughed to himself.

Well, he’d see about that.

He finished his coffee and put on some jeans and a blue flannel shirt and went over to Home Depot. He needed 2×4’s and some plywood for the cage. That would assure things for today. This new cage was for all the babies that would become the flyers of next season. He liked to race his homers; sometime you could win big money flying. He checked out at the cashier and carried the lumber back to his truck.

He thought about the dominatrix. Sure, he was intrigued about the whole idea but he wasn’t sure what to expect. And he didn’t want to hurt Nancy in any way. He remembered the girl. She looked pretty in the picture, he might consider going there if she asked him to, it was a long way but shit… maybe it was worth the thrill, once in a lifetime.

He got home and unloaded the lumber off the truck and got a splinter in his finger. He began to put up the 2×4’s. It would be a nice cage when he was through and the kids loved the baby birds. Nancy and the kids would be home any minute from church. He went back to the computer and e-mailed Turquoise back,

Dear Turquoise,

I’m ready when you are babe; give me a shout when you want to be worshipped by the best of men,

Ken

There, that was good. Stick it to her nice and simple. He smiled to himself, he was good, and soon there would be another notch in his belt. He heard the front door open and footsteps running up the steps.

“Daddy!” — it was Erica all dressed up in a pink fluffy dress and patent leather shoes. She hugged him tightly.

“Look what I got from Sunday School.” She handed him a blue ribbon “I won it.”

“That’s great pumpkin… Where’s Mommy?”

“I’m here!” Nancy came around the corner dressed in a pink Channel suit, high heels and a wide brim hat. She leaned over to give him a kiss.

“Hi honey! Everybody asked about you in church.”

“Well, I got a lot done…I got my lumber from the store, going to get the rest of that pigeon cage done today.”

“Uh, you and those birds! They are such smelly, dirty creatures…”

“I like them honey.”

“I know.”

She glanced over at his emails and looked away, he switched screens quickly.

“Are you ready for lunch?”

“I’m starved.”

Turquoise checked her makeup in the magnifying mirror. It looked good, not too much eye makeup on. She brushed her hair and looked at her outfit. She had on khaki leather pants, a white spaghetti strap t-shirt and a silver belt. She looked all right. Today was her appointment with Danny, a powerful businessman.

He owned a trash collection service and also bought and sold real estate of premier properties in and around Santa Fe. He usually liked to have lunch first and then have his session. He loved to be seen with a beautiful woman, it was part of his huge ego that she would put in check later.

Turquoise left the house and headed south. They were meeting at the Stark House, a luxurious retreat with a gardenlike atmosphere. Danny was well-known there and all the hostesses, waiters and the owner knew him well. She pulled up to the low building and passed the car to a valet. He was there waiting for her. Danny stood six feet four inches tall, had curly salt and pepper hair and always had a big grin on his face.

“Hi Danny.”

“Hi Doll, looking good.”

“Thanks.”

“Come on in, lets grab a table.”

They entered the restaurant and the hostess seated them right away. It was a cozy setting with wooden deck tables outfitted with white umbrellas and comfy cushioned seating. Live jazz played somewhere off in the corner. The place was filled with businessmen and high powered lunch ladies and a few heads turned as they walked to their table. They sat down at a small table and he smiled at her. He had a pretty dazzling smile and could pour on the charm when he wanted to.

“So, how’s everything?”

“Great, I’ve been pretty busy.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet business is good.”

“Yes it is” — she said quietly.

He leaned over and spoke in an urgent whisper: “I’m really looking forward to our session today.”

“Me too.”

“You know what I like.”

She certainly did. Danny had been a client of hers for a few years now and he trusted her completely. A waiter appeared wearing a clean white apron.

“Hello, would you care from anything from the bar?”

“I’d like a white wine” — said Turquoise.

“And I’ll have an Amstel Light.”

“Very well… Today’s specials are a spectacular cheeseburger of Kobe beef, foie gras and black truffle bacon, whole grilled sea bass served Vera Cruz style with a warm dice of tomato, capers and black olives.”

The waiter looked at her.

“I’ll take the Sea bass, please.”

“And I’ll take the cheeseburger” — said Danny

“Very well…”— said the waiter and disappeared.

“I love this place.”

“Yes, it’s wonderful…” A cottonwood leaf fluttered overhead.

A tall, black haired lady stopped by their table.

“Hello Danny!”

He looked up surprised.

“Oh hello!”

“My goodness, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you.”

“Barbara, nice to see you. This is my associate Turquoise.”

“Hello” — Turquoise said.

“Barbara works for the district attorney’s office.”

“Oh really… How nice.”

“We’re working on some redevelopment issues right now.”

“Well, Santa Fe is certainly slow in developing…”

“Yes, its slow work…Nice to meet you.”

The lady got ready to walk away.

“Nice seeing you Danny.”

Turquoise looked uncomfortable.

“Relax, she can’t hurt you.”

“I don’t like lawyers.”

“I hear you.”

Their food arrived presented on blue Mexican plates. Danny leaned over and whispered in her ear.

“I’m so turned on, being here with you. You are the most beautiful woman in the place.”

“I’m flattered.”

They finished up their lunch with raspberries with fresh whipped cream and headed up to the hills towards Danny’s home. Electronic gates opened and Turquoise followed him up the long drive to the house. He led her in through the massive carved wooden doors and into the main foyer. The space was high and there were wooden beams in the ceiling. The walls were smooth stucco.

Danny was an art collector and was heavily into sculpture. Pieces were on display throughout the open space.

“Care for a drink?”

“I’ll have a white wine.”

“Sure.”

He disappeared into his massive kitchen and brought two glasses of white wine to the table. She sipped it. Danny liked to take it slowly; she knew not to rush him. They sat back on his leather sectional sofa and relaxed. Suddenly his whole demeanor changed and he looked at her with soft eyes and a shy smile.

“I bought a dress yesterday…Would you like to see it?”

“Yes, show it to me.” Her tone was authoritative.

“I’ll be back.”

“Don’t come back until you are all fixed up for me. I want everything, makeup, heels…”

“Yes Ma’am”

She sat back on the sofa and sipped her wine, gazing at the painting above the mantel.

Danny went into his bedroom closet and opened the door. There was a long red gown with sequins hanging up. He pulled it out and laid it carefully on the bed. He went into the bathroom and pulled out a small make-up bag filled with Revlon cosmetics. He carefully began applying some foundation with a sponge, some rouge and some lipstick. Then he pulled out a blonde wig from the drawer and put it on. He stepped into the dress and zipped up the zipper in the back.

The pumps were the last things and he put on a pair of red satin pumps from inside the closet. He appeared at the top of the stairs in full drag.

“Hello, here I come.”

He made his way carefully down the stairs, the long gown trailing behind him he had a majestic look on his face.

“Let me see you.”

“Hi.”

“Hi beautiful…What’s your name?”

“I’m Cindy.”

“That’s a pretty name… You are a very attractive woman, Cindy…”

“Thank you.”

“Are you wearing underwear?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like to show it to me?”

He looked astonished.

“Well, I charge for that.”

“How much do you charge?”

“I charge $50 to show my panties. A girl can’t go around doing things like that for free.”

“I think I have $50″. She reached in her purse and pulled out a $50 bill.

“Here, you take it. Now will you show me your underwear?”

“All right.”

Danny reached down and pulled up the dress revealing a pair of red satin panties and a big erection. Turquoise stared at the panties.

“Oooh, those are so nice! Why don’t you take them off?”

Danny reached down and pulled off the panties.

“Now come over here.”

She stood up and pulled out a whip from her bag. He sat down on the couch.

“Tell me what you have been doing.”

“I’ve been bad.”

“How bad?”

“Very bad.”

“If you don’t tell me what you have been doing I m going to whip you hard.”

He hesitated. She cracked the whip on his erection

“Bend over my knee.”

He lay over her knees and he exposed his hairy ass and she whipped it a few times.

“You naughty girl!”

Danny’s whole body went rigid and he had an orgasm. Turquoise sat back and put the whip down. The session was over. Danny liked to have an orgasm in drag and then he was finished. He had had enough humiliation for one day. He went over to a desk and pulled out a white envelope from the drawer.

“For you.”

“Thanks.”

“No, thank you.”

Turquoise drove home. It was getting dark already. She had enjoyed her session with Danny and had made a good chunk of change. She would have to make a bank deposit next week. The money was god. She hated the thought of giving up this service because she made such great money and it was all tax free. Of course she could do other things with her life but for now, maybe for just a few more years she would continue this service and then retire…

Jesse Fernandez was in the garage working on some piece of shit, a Volvo car.

Jesus! He hated these cars. Why’d they have to make them so damn complicated? He looked at his watch it was almost quitting time. He finished working on the car and wiped his hands on his jeans. Time to split. He got into his Ford Bronco and headed up Alameda Street, towards Turquoise’s loft.

He had his Nikon camera in the front seat and wanted to get a few snap shots in just in case he got lucky and the Princess was home. He drove past the house but her car was not there. Maybe she’d be home soon. He took a sip of the Budweiser he had in a small paper bag and watched a few cars pass by. About five minutes later she rolled in the driveway and he sprang to attention. She was home! She got out of her car. What a fox! Man! He looked a little closer, looked like she was wearing leather pants. He adjusted the telephoto lenses and snapped a roll of pictures. This would be good. She opened the front door and he watched all the lights come on in the loft.

He wondered why she wasn’t married. Maybe she was a dyke. Nah, he doubted it.

She was too fucking sexy to be a dyke. He thought about how he would love to marry a chick like this, a chick with dough. It was almost as good as marrying Jennifer Lopez.

He stared up the car and drove away slowly. He would develop the pictures tonight. Jesse pulled into his driveway, which was a modest two bedroom home. He lived there with his mother who was getting up in her years. His old man had split a long time ago and he felt it was his duty to take care of his Ma.

She was cooking something. It smelled like liver and onions. Man! He hated that shit! He should have picked up some KFC on the way home. He heard her calling to him.

“Jesse, is that you?”

“Yes, Ma, its me.”

“Come on, dinner’s ready!”

“Okay ma.”

He went into his bedroom, which was a mess and had posters of movie stars everywhere. He had all his favorites on the wall, Jennifer Lopez, Christina Aguilera, Pink, Jessica Simpson and Cher. He unloaded the camera and took the roll of film into the bathroom. He had his developing materials in there and would develop after dinner.

“Jesse.”

“I’m coming Ma.”

He got to the table, which had a plastic tablecloth on it and a huge crucifix on the wall. They said their prayers and his mother heaped a nice chunk of liver with some onions on top. He almost threw up but forced himself to it of for her sake.

“So how was your day? “She asked.

“Ah, it was okay I guess.”

“What’s wrong? You have trouble at the garage? I know when something is bothering you.”

“No, it’s cool.”

They ate in silence for a while.

“I need you to take me to the market on Saturday.”

“Sure Ma.”

“I want to buy some fresh red peppers there to make stuffed peppers.”

“Okay.

“Don’t forget.”

“No Ma.”

He pulled away from the table and threw his napkin over the plate, covering the leftover onions.

“I’ll be in my room.”

He went into his room and began to develop the pictures of Turquoise in his makeshift darkroom. The pictures were dark and grainy but they showed her face and her hair clearly. He cropped in close and burned a spot on her face to make it lighter. He made some 8×10 prints and hung the pictures up on a clothesline to dry, held by wooden clothespins

She was a good looking broad; maybe she would marry him. Once she got to know what a nice guy he was, maybe she would even love him He lived in a dream-world — Jesse’s dream-world — where everything went his way. Tomorrow he’d stop by the house just to see what she was up to. Keep your eyed on the prize, that’s what they said. He’d keep his eyes close on her…

Turquoise awoke to find Patty walking over her belly. She pulled the cat close and snuggled against her. The clock read seven-thirty, time to get up. She got out of bed and headed for the shower. The steam filled the room and she shampooed her hair with some herbal shampoo. She thought about Tom and wondered if he would be at the cafe.

Jesse sat in his car and watched the loft. Shit man, it was early but maybe she would show. He could see no movement but he waited just in case. Suddenly the door opened and there she was, wearing a pink tracksuit and running shoes.

He got his camera ready. She was out walking, he snapped some pictures of her and followed her from a distance. He wondered where she was going. Man! She had a nice ass. He liked the way it jiggled when she walked.

Turquoise arrived at the Mayan Cafe and got in line for her croissant and coffee. Tom was nowhere in sight. She got her tray and sat at a table by the window.

Jesse Fernandez parked the car outside the Mayan cafe and debated whether to go in or not. If he did she might recognize him… He decided to go in. He walked in and went up to the counter, pulling the baseball cap down below his ears.

“Hello, can I help you?” Said the pretty girl behind the counter

“Uh, can I have a cup of coffee, please?”

“That’ll be one seventy-five, please.”

He paid her for the coffee and sat down at a table at the back of the cafe.

He watched her drinking her coffee. A tall man came in with gray hair pulled back in a ponytail and took his tray over to Turquoise’s table. She looked up and smiled at him. Jesse’s heart sank… So this old guy was her boyfriend?

Tom sat with Turquoise and kissed her hand.

“Good morning, nice to see you.”

“Hello” — she said

“Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.”

“Thanks.”

He took a sip of his coffee.

“I’ve been working on a new series of paintings. They are pretty abstract…I’d love for you to see them.”

“Really?”

“Yes, maybe you could stop by the studio…If you’re not too busy.”

“Today?”

“Yes, would you like to?”

“Yes I would.”

“Great.”

They finished up their coffee and left the cafe. Jesse looked at his watch.

It was getting close to nine; he’d have to cut back to the garage. He watched them drive away in Tom’s truck. He’d have to catch her another day, he thought. Jesse made it to the garage on time and his boss had a clipboard in his hand.

“I’ve got a job I need you to do Jesse.”

“Yes sir.”

“See that Blue Honda over there?”

“Yes.”

“Needs an oil change.”

Fuck! Back to work. He’d see to Princess later. He was just starting to know about her life, maybe soon he’d be in it, get that old man out of the picture!

Turquoise and Tom arrived at the studio. It was a large space with a small house in front and a tall two story building with glass windows in the back. Tom opened the door. Inside the house was sparse with a long wooden table and some woven chairs, some bookshelves and a TV. He led her to the back where all the paintings were. They were displayed on the walls and some leaned against a worktable. They were colorful abstracts in yellow, pinks and blue hues. He was obviously very talented.

“Welcome to my hovel.”

“Its wonderful.”

“Thank you. I don’t bring too many people back her, its my private space.”

“Well, its very nice.”

He went over to a canvas.

“This is the latest painting I’ve done…Its a landscape. I like to photograph the setting first and paint it later.”

“Its beautiful.”

“Like you.”

She looked around at his work; he was quite prolific. Her cell phone went off. She looked at the caller ID. It was a client. They would have to wait.

“Care for anything?”

“No really, I have to go.

“So soon? All right… Come back and see me anytime.”

“I will.”

She walked back home and thought about Tom. It was better to take it slowly with him .She didn’t know him and didn’t want to get too involved. Involvement meant danger for her. Men equaled pain once you fell in love. Pain of which, she certainly did have her share. After Frank she didn’t really want to get involved with a man again, but then, a part of her did want a relationship. But Tom wouldn’t understand her work. She doubted he would be interested if he found out the truth. She vowed to keep her professional life from him…

My thoughts were interrupted as I felt something at the entrance to my pussy. As it slid inside of me, I immediately recognized the feel of your hard cock. I tightened my pussy muscles around you while you pounded into me, trying to increase your pleasure. You responded by wrapping your hand around me to rub my clit. It felt so good, I was afraid I would cum.

At that moment I realized my problem. I was not allowed to cum without asking for permission. If I spoke to ask for permission I would not be allowed to cum for the rest of the night. I didn’t know what to do. I finally decided to just hold back from cumming for as long as I could and hope that you would realize my predicament.

You continued to fuck me until you were ready to cum. Instead of cumming inside of me, you pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the bed, and came in my mouth. You then knelt between my legs and started sucking on my clit.

This action almost sent me over. I began to shake with the effort of not cumming. I wished that I could ask you to cum, or that at least I could look at you and hope you’d recognize the need in my eyes. With the blindfold still on and unable to speak, I could do neither. Just before I was about to cum without permission I could hear you saying, “Cum for me.”

Biting back a scream, I felt my body tense up before releasing all my pent up arousal. I thrashed on the bed for a moment as I came hard. The whole time you kept your mouth attached to my pussy. Every time my orgasm began to die down you licked and sucked my clit, prolonging it. By the third time you did, I was lost in the pleasure that I felt. I don’t know how long you kept me on my sexual peak before finally allowing me to stop cumming. It was minutes later before I could think straight.

When my brain began to process things again, you were sitting next to me. You had one hand on my stomach and with the other was stroking my hair. When you saw that I was back to myself you leaned over and kissed me.

“You are such a good girl,” you told me. “You can speak now if you want to.”

I tried to say something, but it took me a moment to find my voice.

“Sir?” I finally managed.

“Yes, slut?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, my sweet slut,” you reply. “Now let’s take a short nap before dinner.”

I was more then happy to obey. I was exhausted. You lay down and pressed yourself up against me. Carefully, you wrapped your arms around my naked body. Before I drifted off to sleep, I felt you kiss me one more time.

When I woke up, I was alone in the bed. I looked over at the clock. It a little after 6. I got up slowly, wondering where you went.

“Sir?” I called out.

“In the living room, slut,” you responded. “Come join me.”

I hurried to the living room where I saw you sitting on the couch. You were already dressed in a nice shirt and pants. When you saw me you smiled and instructed me to sit with you. I sat next to you, and laid my head down in your lap. You ran your fingers over my face and neck for a minute before you started to speak.

“While you were sleeping, I made dinner reservations. We’re going to an Italian restaurant that I’ve heard good things about, but you’ll never get in wearing what you did this afternoon. The place is much more formal then that. I bought you a dress a while ago, and was waiting for the right time to give it to you. This is a perfect opportunity. It’s in the back of the closet behind all my nice shirts. I want you to let your hair down and fix your make-up to match the dress. Be ready to leave at 7. The reservations are for 7:30.”

With that you dismissed me. I hurried back to our room, eager to see the dress you bought for me. Just as you said there was a dress hanging behind all of your shirts. In the back of my mind, I wondered how long you’ve had it.

I took the dress off of the hanger and slipped it over my head. Standing in front of the mirror, my first reaction was, “there is no way I can wear this out of the house”. My second reaction was almost immediate arousal. I decided to ignore my first response, since I wasn’t in the mood to take the dress off and then be taught a lesson in following your orders.

The dress was bright red, thin, and backless. The front consisted of two strips of material that formed a halter behind my neck, went down to cover my breasts, and met to form a V right above my belly button. At the bottom of the V the red material formed a tight skirt that extended an inch or two below my ass. The sides of the skirt were open and laced together like a corset in red string. You could see my leg through the laces. Attached to the hanger was a sheer red g-string.

In the bathroom, I fixed my hair so it gently curled around my shoulders. I then put on mascara and red lipstick in a “classic” fashion. With the make-up, the dress was just elegant enough to avoid being confused for something found in a common prostitute’s closet. After slipping on my heels and glancing at the mirror one last time, I hurried to the door. I didn’t want to be late again.

When I got to the door you were already standing there. At first I was nervous that I was late, but you assured me that I wasn’t. You raised you hand and I saw that in it was a black flogger. I’ve always hated this particular one. It really hurt, and because of that was only used for punishment. The most I’ve ever received with it was ten strokes and I was in tears by the time they were through.

“I know you hate this,” you stated, “which is why I hope I don’t have to use it. When we go out, if you do something that disappoints me or contradicts one of my orders, you will be punished when we get back. For each offense, you will receive two strokes. You are required to keep track of how many strokes you will receive when we get back. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Then let’s go.” You smiled before adding, “You look amazing, my slut.”

Your compliment made me smile as we walked out of the house and into the car. The drive to the restaurant was uneventful. When we arrived, I saw that it’s a restaurant that we’ve never been too, and one we probably won’t go to again. This helped me relax. I could focus more on making you happy and less on trying to avoid people I knew. I knew you did this on purpose, and I was thankful for it.

As we entered the restaurant, you put your hand on my arm to steady me. You amaze me sometimes with how much you know me. Touching you, or being touched by you in any way always calms me down. When you tell the hostess about our reservations, she led us to a round booth towards the back of the restaurant. There wasn’t anybody sitting in the booth in front of, or directly next to it, which I was glad for. I followed behind you, without saying anything.

You slid into the booth, and rearranged the place sitting so mine was directly next to yours. You then motioned for me to sit next to you. I did, conscious of the way the material of my dress was riding up as I sat down. You noticed how tense I was and slipped your arm over my shoulder, pulling me close. Your other hand moved between my knees, where I was attempting to clench my legs together.

“Relax, slut,” you said softly. “And keep your knees apart. I don’t want to have to remind you.”

I quickly obeyed, glad that the table offered me some cover.

When the waiter came to give us menus, he began to openly stare at my chest. Despite the warm weather, my nipples were hard and visible through the thin material of the dress. I felt the heat in my cheeks and I could tell that I was blushing. You either didn’t notice, or didn’t care.

You tell the waiter that we didn’t need menus and that we were ready to order. The waiter took out a pad and a pen and wrote down the order, never looking away from my chest. You ordered the veal parmesan for yourself and penne a la vodka for me. Yours comes with a salad, but you ordered a second salad for me.

“Is there anything else?” the waiter asked, not wanting to leave.

“Just some water for the two of us,” you replied.

Without an excuse to stay, the waiter left. I could feel your hand between my legs again. I fought the urge to press my knees together as your hand slowly made its way up my thigh. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the waiter glance back at the table. I was burning in embarrassment now, but at the same time was getting very turned on. I began to squirm on the seat when your fingers reached my thong. Slowly you stroked the material, very lightly, causing me to want more. Suddenly your hand left my pussy. I pouted at you, but you just laughed.

“Patience, slut,” you laughed, and kissed me lightly. “Our salads are here.”

I looked up, and saw that you were right; our waiter was walking towards us with two salads. When he placed the salads in front of us, you knocked your fork onto the ground next to the table.

“Oops.” You said with a smile. You turned to me before continuing, “I think I need a new fork. Can you pick up the one on the floor for me?”

I glared at you for a moment and hesitated before bending down to retrieve the dropped fork. I had to be very careful that my breasts didn’t spill out of the fabric of the dress, and I was sure that the waiter had a lovely view of my ass when I bent over. I sat back down and put the fork on the table in front of you.

“Hand it to the waiter,” you instructed me.

I pick up the fork and hand it to the waiter, who is staring once more. He hurried to gets you a new fork. You thanked him, and he left, but not before taking another long look at my body inside the revealing dress.

You told me that I could begin to eat and I did so gladly. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast and was very hungry. We ate in silence for a few minutes before you said something.

“Would you like to tell me what you did to earn two strokes with the flogger?”

I stopped eating in surprise and quickly looked back over my actions. I didn’t think that I had disobeyed you. Then I realized what it was.

“I hesitated before retrieving your fork, Sir.”

“Correct. You are not to hesitate before obeying any of my orders. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Let’s hope that’s the only thing I’ll have to discipline you for tonight.”

I agreed, and went back to eating my salad, slightly subdued. When I finished, our waiter quickly returned to take away our plates. Before he turned to walk away, he took another long look at my body. I turned my head away in embarrassment until he left.

“It looks like you have an admirer,” you told me when we were alone again. “We should find out when he gets off work. Maybe he would like to join us later.”

I hoped you were only teasing me. We had never included anyone in our play before and I didn’t know how well I would handle it.

“He seems quite taken with you. I’m sure he would love a chance to play with your breasts. He can’t keep his eyes off of them. Would you like that, slut?” you asked as you reached out and roughly fondled one of my breasts. Without thinking, I recoiled from your hand, as if it really were the hand of our waiter.

“No, I would not like it!” I said angrily.

Before I knew, you had my wrist in your hand and had pulled me back to you.

“You just earned yourself six more strokes of the flogger” you told me. Your voice was steady, but I could see the anger in your face. “Two strokes for pulling away from me, two strokes for forgetting to call me ‘Sir’, and two strokes for speaking to me in a disrespectful manor. Now I want you to get up and go to the bathroom, and when you return I expect you to behave in a way that makes me proud of you, not disappointed in you.”

I stood up slowly, furious with myself for my behavior. How could I have done something like that? I turned back to look at you, but you were facing the other way. I felt awful for making you upset with me. I turned and walked away, aware of the stares of the other patrons.

When I came back you looked much happier. As I sat next to you, you smiled at me. I spread my legs apart when I sat like you requested earlier, trying my best to not make you any more upset.

“Sir?” I asked in a small voice.

“Yes, my slut?” you respond as you slid your hand over my leg.

“I’m sorry Sir. I won’t do it again.”

“I know you won’t. You still have to be punished later, but I’m not mad at you.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I whispered.

It wasn’t long before I stopped worrying about my mistake. This was partly because your hand began making its way up my leg. It only took a few stokes of your fingers on my inner thighs to make my pussy wet. When you pushed aside the soaked piece of fabric covering my shaved pussy, I gasped. You laughed at my reaction and carefully slid a finger into my pussy.

I squirmed against your hand, no longer caring who else saw me. I expected you to move your hand when our food got to the table, but instead you slipped a second finger into me. I moaned as you did this, and you winked at the captivated waiter. It was clear that he was getting turned on by the sight in front of him. It wasn’t every day that he saw a man with his hand buried between the legs of someone who was dressed like a whore.

Throughout the rest of the meal you kept your fingers inside of me. Every so often you would wiggle your fingers, making me squirm. By the time we were both finished eating I was so horny I didn’t care how I looked to anyone.

“Please, Sir”, I whispered in your ear, “please may I cum?”

“No,” you told me, and removed your fingers.

I felt empty without you inside of me. You offered your fingers to me and I dutifully took them into my mouth and sucked them clean. I swirled my tongue over your fingers, treating them as if they were your cock. Ignoring the part of my mind that knew that the waiter was staring at us, I focused on pleasing you with my mouth. Finally, you withdrew your fingers from my mouth. With one hand you motioned for the check. The other hand you rested on my thigh.

I tried wiggling a little to get your hand inside of me. You responded by putting pressure on my leg, sending a clear message. I sat still again, horny and wanting to cum.

You paid the bill, leaving a generous tip for our waiter. Taking my hand you led me out to the car. I climbed into the front seat. Hoping to please you, I spread my legs apart so if you wanted it, you would have access to my wet pussy.

“It looks like my sexy slut wants some attention,” you said as you sat down next to me. “Why don’t you play with yourself while I drive back home.”

I smiled and slid a finger into my soaked pussy. As we drove the car is filled with the sound of my heavy breathing and my moans, which I could no longer hold back. I added a second finger to the one already sliding in and out of my pussy. With my thumb I began to circle my clit. I felt myself get closer and closer to reaching orgasm.

You heard the change in my breathing as I got close to cumming. Smiling, you took my hand and moved it to my side.

“But sir,” I whine. “Please can I keep going? Please can I cum?”

“Not after you ask like that, you can’t.” you answered as you pulled up to our apartment. “Maybe if you’re very good, you can cum after your punishment.”

I had almost forgotten about the punishment I had earned throughout the night. I got very nervous as I walked into the apartment. You picked up the flogger from the chair by the door and directed me to the bedroom. When we were in our room you ordered me to strip.

I hurried to obey, not wanting to make matters worse then they already were. When I was done, I kneeled before you with my head bowed down. The fact that you were still fully clothed made me very aware of my nakedness.

You had me kneel in front of you for a few minutes before telling me to move. As each minute passed, my nervousness increased. Finally you instructed me to stand in front of the bed with my palms face down on the mattress in front of me. I stood as you instructed, my legs shaking.

The first stroke landed hard across both sides of my ass. I counted out the stroke like I knew I was supposed to. The second stroke fell alongside the first, just as hard. The third and fourth strokes were as powerful as the other two. As the fourth stroke landed on my skin, I screamed and I fell forward onto the bed.

“You’re doing well,” you told me, helping me to my feet again. “Halfway there.”

With this you swung the flogger around once more. It connected solidly with my upper thigh. Tears began to fall as I felt the pain that followed the stroke, but I remembered to count out loud. The last three strokes also fell on my upper thighs. The final stroke was if anything, harder then the previous ones.

As soon as I counted the eighth stroke, I collapsed onto the bed in front of me, sobbing quietly. My ass and thighs felt like they were on fire. Welts were clearly visible against my pale skin. I cringed as your hand lightly brushed over my punished ass.

“Shhh,” you whispered in my ear. “You took that very well. I’m proud of you.”

I responded simply by curling up in a tight ball, and continuing to cry. You wiggled your hand between my thighs, and carefully but firmly spread apart my legs. You began to gently stroke my pussy lips while continuing to comfort me.

“Such a good slut,” you told me. “Such a good slut to take her punishment like that. You are forgiven for everything you did wrong tonight.”

As you talk, your hand was steadily stroking my pussy. I stopped crying as I began to get wet. You noticed and rolled me onto my back so you had better access to my open pussy. I cried out as my weight falls on my very sore ass, but am soon silenced by your finger pushing inside of me.

It isn’t long before I was squirming on the bed. Every move I made caused my ass to sting and burn, but the now the pain only heightened my arousal. I wanted to ask to cum but I was afraid that you wouldn’t allow it so soon after being punished. As always, you knew what I was thinking. With a final thrust of your hand, you told me “Cum”.

When I stopped shaking, and my breathing returned to normal, you helped me sit up.

“Slut,” you told me. “Look at the time. It’s 9:58. In two minutes your 12 hours of submission will be over. You now have two choices. I am going to get up and leave the room. When I return in five minutes, if I find you on the bed, we will have an amazing night of love, sex, and fun, but no more BDSM. If however, I return and find you kneeling blindfolded beside the bed, then we will continue this for the remainder of the night. I won’t be mad or upset if you choose not to continue. It is your choice.”

With that you got up and left the room. I sat on the bed for a moment, considering my choices. If I remained on the bed it would mean no more punishments if I should happen to displease you. But it would also mean no more serving you. No more making you happy and curling up at your feet. No more being your slut.

I walked over to the dresser where you had left the blindfold from earlier. I picked it up, and then walked over to the side of the bed. Kneeling, I wrapped the blindfold over my eyes and waited for your return. I was no longer nervous, but felt very calm. I was your slut Yours to use, yours to discipline, yours to train, simply yours. And that’s how I liked it.

“One, fifth.” The strokes were whistling now; the pain like diamonds, sparkling and perfect. “Two, fifth.” She felt her body tremble, another climax building. “Three, fifth.” The rush carried her over; she could barely hear the words.

“One, sixth.” The wand cracked like a whip, blazing through the fog of orgasm. She screamed. “Two, sixth.” Another gunshot stroke, harder than believable. Her ass was on fire; her pussy sopped. It was going to get worse! “Three, sixth.” She bit her lip, moaning against the need in her sex.

“One, seventh.” She saw stars, the pain was exquisite, overwhelming. Her bladder let go, adding to the wetness running down her legs. “Two, seventh.” She was going to pass out, her vision narrowing to a grey-edged tunnel. “Three, seventh.” And her butt came up, like the others, searching for the blow. She waited, whimpering, butt wiggling and searching for the source of pleasure and pain. The sound came behind the fiery impact; her ass exploded, her pussy spasming in time to the rushing blood in the welts. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think; her legs were in another world, her hands belonged to someone else. She came down, only to leak and shudder as the soothing cream smoothed on her bottom.

She slumped off the horse, hugging Jerome’s legs, running her cheek along his hardness, showering kisses on any piece of flesh she could reach. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…” Her voice was feverish, babbling. She crawled on unsteady limbs to William’s feet. She kissed his feet and slid her torso up his legs, rubbing her face against the hardness behind his slacks. He smiled down at her; she shuddered and came from the look. Jerome gathered her up, taking her back to the mat where she knelt forward, butt in the air, chest on the ground.

William placed the seven wands of her torment in a long leather tube, closing a buckle on the cap. He walked it over, placing it in front of the still bowed Mandy. “Your seven willow wands, firebutt.” A chuckle. Jerome threw something at William in response to a raised hand. William sat down cross-legged, handing the chamois pillow to Sandra. The two raised Mandy off her knees, laying her head in William’s lap, the pillow under her inflamed bottom, and Sandra moving between her legs.

“And an orgasm from your lover’s tongue, firebutt.” Sandra’s words hissed out, pleased. Sandra dove into Mandy’s leaking cunny, her tongue driving in and out, teasing pleasure for her lover. Mandy didn’t last long, starting to thrash and moan quickly. William steadied her, keeping her tormented bottom on the pillow. Sandra did not relent until Mandy stiffened and shook, unable to even whimper. As the orgasm subsided, Mandy tried to rise. Her legs betrayed her. William nodded to Jerome, who strode out of the tiny clearing.

William picked Mandy up, holding her to his chest. Sandra held her hand. Beth and Rebekka were holding hands, whispering with glowing eyes. William carried Mandy along the pathway, a screen of plants had hidden a huge bed, low to the ground. William laid Mandy on the bed, face down. Sandra lay down beside her, snuggling up on her side, her ass not quite as red, but just as sore. Jerome smiled and shook his head.

The two women on the bed were fast asleep in moments, exhausted by the ordeal and the pleasure. The other four moved off to the warm pool of water by the horse. William stripped and climbed in the heated water; Beth and the others followed.

“So, how long are you staying, Uncle Bill?” Rebekka was looking up through her lashes again, coy and sexy.

“Tonight, doll. I may come back later. I can’t stay.” He was struggling with something; Beth looked at him with concern. Jerome looked down into the water, silent. “I wish I could.” Beth cuddled into him, confused. He kissed her forehead.

“Besides, there are five more days of fun for those two.” His eyes gleamed evilly, “Sandra is so thankful for our help.” He kissed Beth fiercely and relaxed in the water. In the quiet one could hear Sandra snore; it started the group laughing.

Her body stiffened and she closed her legs on her lover’s head, trapping Sandra as she brought Mandy off. She could hear the cries of pleasure from the next room as Beth was getting pounded by that cock; felt another orgasm build in response to the jealousy and the memory of William inside her pussy. The climax ripped through her; she pulled Sandra close, hugging her tightly. “I love you, you sexy minx.”

“I love you too, firebutt.” Sandra kissed her fiercely.

Jerome spoke into the silence as Beth’s cries faded out from the next room. “I don’t know if I could love the statue of a god, but I could worship it.”

Rebekka responded to her lover’s thought. “Amen, lover, amen. Mom is gonna kill me when she finds out he’s in town and I didn’t tell her.” She sighed, “I just can’t do it to him, to her.” She rounded on Sandra and Mandy, suddenly intent. “Does he love her?”

Mandy thought for a moment, kissed a silent Sandra, then answered. “I think he does; god have mercy on his soul.”

The two couples entwined, just being together for a time. They ate dinner, then went as a group to an oversized bed in the second bedroom. The lovemaking was subdued, gentle. Midnight found them all asleep, comforted by their lovers. They hoped the same peace settled on the far room.

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