Amanda looked up from her desk. She wore headphones as she typed out the
reports for Ms. Kathleen and tended to block almost everything out
around her. Mitchell stood at her open door, his mouth moving. She
smiled and yanked the headphones off. "Sorry Mitchell, what's up?"
"Miss Amanda, I'm just about ready to pickup the new arrivals. Do you
have anything on your 'Get it' list?" Mitchell had originally been a
tad jealous of the time Ms. Kathleen had spent with Amanda, but had
finally come to realize it was another portion of her life entirely.
The uneasy friendship had turned into admiration as more worries had
been released from Ms. Kathleen and she was able to devote more time to
what she wanted to do.
Amanda flipped through files on her desktop and clicked onto the List.
This was her list of office supplies that needed to be replenished and
she printed it out for Mitchell. "Are you going to stop by the Office
Supplies store then?"
Mitchell looked the list over carefully. Miss Amanda was so precise with
her needs, putting down exact model numbers of ink cartridges or
poundage markings of paper, he always had no problem filling her order.
"Yes, on the way to the airport. We will be coming straight back. It
appears Ms. Kathleen has an interesting slave to train this time."
Amanda nodded. "I read the report on him. I can't imagine why Ms.
Kathleen agreed to train him."
"Oh before I forget. This time of year we need to have emergency
continuances signed at the airport. They should be in the 'contracts'
folder." Mitchell pointed to a file on the desktop and added. "Print
out three of them."
Amanda nodded and printed the required papers, grabbing the first one to
read as the other two printed. Basically it was 'in case of weather
situations, your temporary contract with Ms. Kathleen may be extended'.
Amanda thought this was good foresight of Ms. Kathleen and handed it
back to Mitchell.
"It's been quiet for the last two weeks. This is the longest time we've
been without guests." Amanda pushed back from the computer and
stretched.
Mitchell smiled. "It's the time of the year too. Holidays are 'spent
with family' rather than spent in training."
Amanda grinned. "But I liked Thanksgiving here! I never knew you could
be trussed up better than the turkey!"
Mitchell laughed. "You wicked girl, Miss Amanda. But it was nice, just
the three of us."
Amanda had been working for Ms. Kathleen for three months now and
reveling in the experience. It wasn't selling houses to happy families,
but between Ms. Kathleen and Mitchell it was a very pleasant job. Her
main focus was ALL the computer work, whether it be financial,
correspondence or report. And she did her job well. Ms. Kathleen had a
backlog of work that gave her the basics of what she needed to do. A
month of continual working got everything current and now she just did
her daily input and anything else Ms. Kathleen needed, and the rest of
the time was hers.
She had taken to jogging in the back field of the house, cleared of the
ruined crop of wheat that had been neglected for years. She felt better
than she had felt in a long time. After some major introspection she
decided it was because she felt as if she were part of a family again.
Nothing was done to discourage that feeling and it blossomed.
The 'guests', as Amanda preferred to call the training slaves, had come
and gone. The shortest time one was there was for a weekend, the
longest a month. Their names were merely files on the computer,
although most were very good looking. They had been introduced to 'Miss
Amanda' and had been very respectful of her, her work, and her privacy
for the extension of their stay.
As the threat of snow became more prevalent, the guests came in fewer
and fewer numbers until two weeks ago, just before Thanksgiving, there
were none. Ms. Kathleen had needed the time off as well and had rested
comfortably, teasing Mitchell and Amanda about how turkey should be
stuffed and cooked. She had trussed Mitchell up with ropes to show
Amanda how the turkey should be done amidst laughter and gaiety.
Mitchell waved on his way out and Amanda turned back to her work once
more. Curiosity overcame her and she clicked open the pre interview of
the one guest on his way.
Gregory (no last names were used anywhere in their files, which provided
security for the guests as well as security for Ms. Kathleen) was a
player. He thought it would be 'fun' to be submissive to a woman.
Because of his wealth and connections, he had been able to contact Ms.
Kathleen directly, rather than through a Domme's introduction. The
three people that Ms. Kathleen had contacted about him had warned her
not to accept him as a guest, but that only made Ms. Kathleen more
excited at the prospect of breaking Gregory.
Amanda clicked the file closed. She shrugged herself out of her chair
and looked around her room. With the homey touches that she had added
from her old apartment it definitely was hers now. She walked across
the hall and tapped on the den's door.
"Come in." Ms. Kathleen always had sort of a musical quality to her
voice. Amanda smiled and pushed the door open.
"Mitchell is on his way to the airport, Ms. Kathleen. Would you care for
some tea?" Amanda peeked in. Ms. Kathleen was working at her computer
as well.
"Only if you're fixing it for yourself as well, dear." Ms. Kathleen
looked up at Amanda and smiled. She was so proud of the esteem that had
grown in this girl. Ms. Kathleen knew that Amanda had Domme tendencies,
but they had only surfaced once in a while. She would love to see
Amanda let it all out.
Amanda grinned and walked away from the door, leaving it open. Ms.
Kathleen heard her in the kitchen, pottering around with the teapot and
water.
A short time later, Amanda returned with a tea service and she set it on
the edge of the desk. "Would you mind very much if I was to have my tea
with you? The dailies are caught up and you haven't given me anything
urgent," Amanda smiled before sitting down.
"Of course hon, no problem, sit!" Ms. Kathleen pointed to a chair and
then served herself a cup of tea from the steaming china. "How's
everything going?"
"Really well, Ms. Kathleen," Amanda fixed her own cup and sat back into
the chair. "I think that break was good for everyone. We have received
fifteen requests for the beginning of the year. We can't fit them all
in January, so that will spill to the next month, and more are coming
in all the time."
"Busy, busy, busy," Ms. Kathleen laughed but then stopped. "I'm going to
be swamped!"
"Do you want me to refuse some?" Amanda asked awkwardly.
"God no, dear," Ms. Kathleen shook her head. "We have the room for four.
We may have to drop the visits to a week only. In the springtime, we'll
have to think about building some more space."
Through the financial work that she did on the computer, Amanda knew
that Ms. Kathleen charged for her services as a Professional Domme, and
had some money invested elsewhere as well. She was considerably well
off herself, having virtually no expenses and sending her paycheck
directly to her savings account.
"Oh Hmm! We have to get you into town before the snow flies. I think I
made an appointment for you on the 15th, tomorrow!" Ms. Kathleen looked
at Amanda as if expecting confirmation. Amanda was lost though.
"An appointment for?" Amanda asked, drinking her tea.
"Three months darling. You need to get the physical done. Part of the
agreement you signed." Ms. Kathleen smiled hoping to prod Amanda's
memory.
"Oh! Right!" Amanda blushed slightly for having let it slip her mind and
then grimaced. She avoided doctors and dentists as most people do, not
liking the feeling of having them play roughshod over her emotions.
"You'll like this doctor, hon," Ms. Kathleen chuckled softly into her
tea cup. "I'm making up the food storage list for the next two months.
Mitchell will be going to that wholesale place while you're at the
Doctor's. Can you think of anything special that you would like to
have?"
"Just that hot apple cider stuff that you've always managed to have. I
do enjoy it in the cool evenings, Ms. Kathleen." Amanda sipped her tea
again.
"Well it's a staple in the house now." Ms. Kathleen laughed. "It is good
stuff. But I like to add a little bit of cinnamon to it."
Amanda finished her tea and set the cup down. "Do you have anything else
for me, Ms. Kathleen? I think while Mitchell's gone I'm going to take
advantage of your grotto."
"Nope, not a thing. If I get this list done, I may join you. Go and
enjoy yourself dear." Ms. Kathleen sipped her tea and looked back at
the computer.
Amanda had used the grotto only frequently within the last few months,
but had enjoyed each time. She rushed to her room and shrugged out of
the clothes she had worn for the morning, setting them upon her bed
before picking up the kimono that Ms. Kathleen had given to her to keep
and making her way downstairs.
House rule. No swimsuits in the grotto area. So Amanda had planned her
excursions down here while either she was alone in the house, or
Mitchell was ferrying the guests back and forth to the airport. It was
so relaxing to just float. She paused in the 'entertainment' room and
put on a couple of CDs she liked and that wouldn't be disturbing to Ms.
Kathleen and then made her way to the grotto.
The steam curled around her as she entered, making her cool skin flush.
She dropped her robe at the rocks and jumped in, shivering for a few
seconds and then feeling the heat of the water warm her all over.
Amanda took a quick glance at the door. She loved her time in the
grotto, it was so relaxing, but she valued her privacy. She had become
restless recently because the sexual tension had finally affected her.
One of the other rules of Ms. Kathleen was no outright sex with the
guests. And it wasn't a specific person that she wanted to spend time
with. Just the over all feeling of intense pleasure being given and
received but not including her. She had found one relief for her
problem and as she darted her eyes to the door once more, she floated
her way to the small waterfall.
As she listened to her music playing through the speakers, she angled
her legs and felt the pounding pressure of water hitting against her as
she lay back into the water. She hooked one leg over a rock and
anchored herself as wave after wave of pleasure wound through her. Her
eyes closed blissfully and she whimpered little sighs of relief.
Ms. Kathleen watched from the door discreetly not entering to disturb a
spectacular sight. She had put aside the list to finish later, thinking
the grotto a fine idea to release the tension she felt. She had no idea
that Amanda released her pent up passion in this particular way, but as
she watched the girl twisting and turning under the pounding waterfall,
she could easily understand why she liked her time alone here.
Ms. Kathleen backed away, smiling and went back upstairs, rubbing her
chin thoughtfully. There were certain advantages of knowing a pleasure
spot. Eventually she would entertain Amanda in those ways, but for now,
she would enjoy a shower and let Amanda enjoy.
Some time later, Amanda, dressed appropriately once more but with a warm
glow to her, returned to Ms. Kathleen's den.
"How was the grotto dear?" Ms. Kathleen asked politely.
"It was lovely..so nice and warm," Amanda hid the small blush by bending
her head down to look at the grocery's list. "I was thinking you may
want to add a few things to your list, such as apples and cans of
pumpkins. I'm not a very good cook, but I can make pies for the
holidays."
"Oh that sounds good," Ms. Kathleen quickly typed those in and then
smiled at Amanda. "We have three new guests coming in today. One may be
with us over the holidays. The other two, well we'll see."
"Shouldn't they be here by now?" Amanda glanced at the clock.
"Actually, I was thinking the same thing," Ms. Kathleen smoothed the
suede skirt she wore and rose from her desk. "Mitchell has done this
drive for some time and usually has it down to a science. Perhaps some
unforeseen delay. Have you had lunch?"
As they ate a meager lunch together of salad, crackers and cheese, Ms.
Kathleen kept one eye on the clock and spoke of sending out gift
baskets to some of her more regular clients, not the guests, but the
Dom/Dommes who had referred them.
"That may be a nice touch," Amanda forked another leaf of lettuce into
her mouth. "A simple basket though, nothing too overdone. I received
one from my college counselor after graduation and I swore if I saw one
more dinky round of Gouda, I would scream."
Amanda collected their lunch things and was just finishing putting
things away when the front door opened.
Ms. Kathleen rose quietly, and pressed a finger to her lips and went
down the hallway to her den door.
Meanwhile, Amanda could hear Mitchell instructing the new guests about
their conduct and respect for the remainder of their visit. Two voices
that responded were low in tone agreeing to each request, but a rather
shrill tone was questioning each new rule that was imposed. Amanda
clung to the kitchen counter, unwilling to try to dart to her own room
when Mitchell walked in, his lips tight, his brow furrowed.
"Miss Amanda..umm," Mitchell started.
Amanda touched her fingers to his lips, nodding in complete
understanding and compassion. Whoever was out there was giving hell to
her friend. She decided to give him some relief and strode out to the
living room herself.
Two men stood by the door, quietly waiting with their one permitted bag
in hand. Their demeanor was that as Amanda had seen before. Fearful of
what lay in front of their visit here, but excited as well. The third
on the other hand, sat sprawled on the couch in the sunken part of the
living room, as if he were bored, several pieces of luggage to his
side. Ah, an attitude this one had. She walked up to the two at the
door first, asking for the copies of contracts, invitations, and the
continuation agreements. When she turned to the one on the couch, his
eyes were way too revealing, and Amanda felt like she was being
undressed under his gaze. She wasn't pleased, she was far from
flattered, she was pissed. She snapped at him for the same things, and
was only given the continuation agreement, unsigned.
"This needs to be signed now, or you may consider your visit here
terminated," Amanda said quietly. She was fuming. She knew that she had
exceeded her normal limitations, she had no right to terminate a visit,
but damn, he was pulling her anger out.
"Sure honey, got a pen?" His shrill voice came out again.
"YOU may refer to her as Miss Amanda, Gregory," Ms. Kathleen had stepped
out of her den.
"Well excuuuuse me, Miss Amanda. Got a pen, doll?" His attitude dripped
of sarcasm and Amanda held back throwing the pen at him.
"I will take Gregory first, Amanda. Please show Thomas and Henry the
bunk room and have them relax until I call them." Ms. Kathleen walked
back into her den followed by a resolutely egotistical Gregory.
Amanda felt her jaw drop as the den door shut, and quickly snapped it
back in place and fixed a smile on her face before turning to the other
two men.
"As you've gathered, I'm Miss Amanda. You won't be seeing too much of me
during your time here, as I am more into dominating office duties than
slaves." She watched the two men visibly relaxed and smiled back at
her.
"I'm Tom and this is Hank. I've been here before, helping getting the
house renovated but this is Hank's first visit." The sandy brown haired
man with deep brown eyes had a southern twang to his words.
"Oh good. Then let me show you where you'll be resting while you're
here." Amanda led them down the hallway, pausing at the lounge and
reminding them it was to be kept spotless at all times. She led them
into the bunk room and reminding them of jet lag and that their actual
service wouldn't begin until the next day. She made sure both were
comfortable and then made her way to her own room.
As she sat down at her desk, she noticed that she was still clutching
the paperwork so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. She
released them and set about updating the files, anything to get her
mind off of Gregory and his attitude. Mitchell slipped into her room
while she typed furiously. She kept her door open for this purpose.
This time though, he sat on her huge overstuffed chair and was silent.
Amanda finally stopped typing, rested her hands in her lap and turned
toward him, resting her feet on the edge of the chair.
"Speak." Amanda said. She knew it must have been really bad, because
normally Mitchell just gave first impression and then sauntered away.
"He wouldn't sign it at the airport. He practically ignored me when I
spoke with him. He was too busy trying to get a porter to get his bags
for him. It's STATED in the instructions that they are only to bring
one carry on. Miss Amanda, he had four bags. He wouldn't carry them
himself." Mitchell let the rush out. He was as totally shocked as she
was. "Then! He demanded that we stop for lunch. I finally relented at
that rest stop on the side of the highway, you know where the picnic
tables and rest rooms are? They had a roach coach parked there and he
bitched and complained about everything." Mitchell drew in a deep
breath and then let it out in a shuddering sigh.
Amanda placed her hand on his. "What about the other two?"
"Thomas has been here before. He's a building contractor that helped
with the house originally. He's owned by a Master from around the San
Francisco area. Henry though is so totally confused about now. Damn
Gregory. Henry is probably scared shitless." Mitchell looked up and
realized that he had used language. "Uh.. sorry Miss Amanda."
"It's ok Mitchell. Thank you for the report. I'll add it to the files.
It explains why you were late as well." Amanda twirled her chair back
to the computer and started typing furiously again.
Mitchell stood up and leaned over to her ear, chuckling. "Bet you a
chocolate chip mint ice- cream cone that he doesn't make it past the
third day."
Amanda laughed. Chocolate chip mint was her downfall and was only
indulged once in awhile. "You're on!"
They both heard the den door slam and they jumped, looking at each
other.
"You've got to be KIDDING!" Came Gregory's voice from next door.
Mitchell rolled his eyes and went to see what the problem was.
The rest of the afternoon seemed to be placid enough. The other two
guests went in for their interviews and came out with training collars
on. Mitchell popped back in later and whispered that Gregory had
assumed that he would have his own room. Amanda had just shaken her
head with a smile and shooed him out. Evening came and Amanda shut down
her computer. She curled up with a novel until dinner time.
Amanda started to feel a bit drowsy, but the acrid smell of cigarette
smoke and then the shrilling sound of the smoke alarm woke her quickly.
She darted down the hallway just as Ms. Kathleen opened her door and
Mitchell flew from the kitchen. They opened the bunk room door to find
Thomas and Henry together on one bunk, looking disgusted and Gregory
smoking a cigarette casually on the other lower bunk.
"GREGORY! PUT THAT OUT THIS INSTANT" Ms. Kathleen thundered into the
room and slapped Gregory's cheek. "HOW DARE YOU POLLUTE MY HOUSE WITH
THAT STENCH? It's HIGH TIME you realized WHY you are here. MITCHELL,
remove these cases, NOW! GREGORY won't be needing ANYTHING for his
visit. GREGORY, STRIP." Ms. Kathleen crossed her arms and stood there
tapping her foot, watching. Amanda watched as the two other slaves
seemed to cringe together. Gregory stood up and as if he was stripping
for Chippendales put on quite a show for Ms. Kathleen. She however was
not affected and stormed out of the room with the clothes, slamming the
door at her den once more.
"So I'll assume this is a nonsmoking dungeon," Gregory lay back down on
the bunk and crossed him hands behind his neck.
Amanda shook her head and ventured into the kitchen. Mitchell had
already returned from disposing of the bags and was once again stirring
a huge pot of soup. He glanced up at her and just shook his head.
"Knew that was going to happen," Mitchell carved slices of cheese and
apples and placed them nicely on a tray with a vine of grapes and a
variety of crackers. He quickly made the table with bowls and the tray.
"Smells wonderful, Mitchell" Amanda said appreciatively.
Mitchell's smile returned. "This is my favorite kind of soup to make.
The manufacturer says a chicken noodle. I call it chicken stew."
"Shall I go let Ms. Kathleen know you're just about ready?" Amanda snuck
a grape from the platter.
"Sure Miss Amanda, thanks," Mitchell turned off the heat from the
steaming soup and was gathering pot holders to dump it into a tureen.
Amanda went to the den and knocked quietly.
"Come," Ms. Kathleen's sharp reply came.
Amanda opened the door and chanced a smile. "Mitchell has dinner
prepared, Ms. Kathleen."
Ms. Kathleen sighed and then smiled in return. "Good to hear. I think
what we ALL need is a bit of food and a good night's sleep before
facing tomorrow." Ms. Kathleen rose from her desk, shutting down her
computer.
"What are your plans for these guests?" Amanda queried.
"Some hard manual labor to begin with, and then we'll see," Ms. Kathleen
had a twinkle in her eyes, mischief lurking there.
Somehow, Amanda knew there was a bit more to it than that.
Dinner was mostly quiet, interrupted only by dissatisfied sounds from
the naked Gregory. Amanda felt mildly pleased that he had calmed down
somewhat, but she felt it wouldn't last for long.
After dinner, Ms. Kathleen ordered the guests to bed, and then demanded
Mitchell to join her in the grotto after he had finished cleaning up
the kitchen. She smiled to Amanda and walked purposefully down to the
bunk room before continuing on to her own room.
Amanda lingered at the table, nibbling on a bit of cheese. She then
realized what Ms. Kathleen had said. Manual labor. It was about 40
degrees outside, tops, during the daytime. She let loose a laugh and
Mitchell turned around, his arms covered in suds.
"He's going to freeze his ass off," Amanda popped the last bit of cheese
in her mouth, kissed Mitchell's cheek gaily and made her way to her
room.
Several hours of sleep passed when she was awakened but a soft tapping
at her door. She drew the kimono around her and pulled open the door
just a bit to see Henry standing there naked.
"Miss Amanda, I don't know if I should bother you about this..." He
lowered his eyes and paused.
"Why Henry! Where's your clothes?" Amanda had a feeling she knew where
they were, but wanted confirmation.
"That Gregory said that we should share since he didn't have any. I
don't think I should have since he was ordered by the Mistress to
strip, but he made it so convincing." Henry kept his eyes down.
Amanda could imagine Gregory's forceful personality demanding the
clothes from the other guests' backs. She felt her anger drawing tight
again. "Thank you Henry, I'll take care of it. For now, go on back to
bed. You'll need your rest."
Amanda shut her door and sat down in her chair. Gregory would have to be
taught a lesson. But what could she do? She had watched the training
from time to time, but had never participated. A slow smile spread
across her face. He wanted a private room, hmm? She rifled through one
of her dresser's drawers and came up with a silk scarf. This would
work. Her mind quickly went over details and she rushed out the door
towards the bunk room.
A sound came from the kitchen of cupboards being opened and shut. A mild
curse in Gregory's voice drew Amanda's attention and she crept down to
the kitchen area to look.
"Where the hell is the liquor? I didn't pay good money to drink carrot
crap," Gregory muttered, wearing Henry's clothes and totally unaware
that Amanda was watching him from behind.
Amanda gathered all her strength into her voice and said deeply, "KNEEL,
NOW!"
Gregory dropped to his knees. "Oh crap, I'm sorry. Shit I was just
thirsty. Damn airplane trips do it all the time."
Amanda growled and stepped forward. "QUIET!" She fastened the blindfold
tightly over his eyes and grabbed Mitchell's apron, improvising fast.
"STAND, HANDS TOGETHER IN FRONT OF YOU." Gregory actually complied. She
put the apron on him backwards and used the ties to tie his hands
together. Without another word, she led him out of the kitchen, turning
off the light and then made her made down the hall, pausing at Ms.
Kathleen's door and then flicking the light switch to the basement.
Carefully she turned and helped him down each step until at the bottom
he started to struggle. "STOP GREGORY. YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF,"
Amanda didn't recognize her own voice and the power behind it.
Surprisingly, he stopped and followed her lead on the ties into the
dungeon area.
Amanda drew him into the area with the post, but then compassion
overcame her and she took him down to the room with the candles,
untying the apron and then putting him face down on the padded bench
there before making sure the binders were tightened on his wrists and
ankles. She went down to the tack room and found a leather blindfold
before eyeing the crops. Gregory would have to be punished for taking
Henry's clothes. She grabbed one blindly and went back to the candle
room.
Amanda untied her silk scarf and placed the blindfold on Gregory making
sure that he didn't catch a glimpse of her. She breathed in deeply and
spoke once more, "Who's clothes are these?"
Gregory whimpered slightly and shifted a bit on the bench. No answer
though.
"These aren't yours are they?" Amanda continued and eyed the candles as
well. She lit one, inhaling the spicy vanilla musk that Ms. Kathleen
preferred. She waited for an answer and then a soft whisper came.
"No, Mistress," Gregory was barely heard his voice had become so soft.
Amanda caught her breath. He didn't know it was her. A smile played
across her lips, so much the better. Rapid fire her arm struck the crop
down five, ten times against his buttocks and thighs. Groans and cries
of pain came from Gregory but then a blubbering apology.
"Please Mistress, I'm sorry, really, please no more," Gregory paused and
then sighed deeply.
'He thinks I'm done..' Amanda thought to herself. With one of the knives
Ms. Kathleen had on the shelf, Amanda cut the top from Gregory's back,
letting the fabric fall to his sides. She would have to get Henry a new
shirt, but it was necessary. With deliberate slowness, making sure that
she could face up to what she planned, her hands grasped the tall
candle with the melted wax gathered into the glass container.
The combination of screams coming from Gregory as the wax was poured
against his back sent a fire through Amanda, tickling at her passion in
a way she never thought. With a flourish, she wrote a signature in wax
before blowing out the wick and setting it back on the shelf.
Gregory was panting wildly, moaning. Amanda nodded to herself with an
evil chuckle. She fetched a small pillow and stuck it under his head,
admiring the "Miss A" in white wax glistening on his back. She then
backed away and made her way upstairs.
It wasn't until she went to shut off the basement light that she
realized she still gripped the crop in her hand. She smiled, flicked
the switch, and brought the crop into her room, setting it on the
chair. She could return it in the morning when she released the
arrogant little bastard.
*~*
Morning came and Amanda did not wake. For some odd reason she had
forgotten to set her alarm clock and didn't wake until Mitchell knocked
loudly at her door, shouting through, "Miss Amanda!! You're going to be
late for your appointment."
"Oh shit!" Amanda bounded out of bed, tearing off her nightclothes and
tossing them randomly across the room, effectively covering the crop
from her view. She pulled on a warm outfit and ran a quick brush
through her hair. She pulled open her door and made her way quickly
down to the kitchen. It was still early and the sun had not risen yet.
Mitchell thrust a glass of juice at her, grinning.
"Miss Amanda, didn't you know your appointment was the 8:30 one?"
Mitchell hurried her to the door and she paused grabbing her huge
winter coat and purse, thinking she had forgotten something. She shook
her head and ran out to the Bronco.
Mitchell drove competently through the town, heading toward the city
where the Doctor's office and the huge wholesale food warehouse was. He
talked sporadically, noting the lack of snow, yet the forecast was for
any day now, and wasn't it getting cold outside? He talked about the
food on the list and several new recipes he wanted to try out. Amanda
drank the juice but still tried to recall what she had forgotten.
Mitchell took a breath and then said, "So how do you think Gregory will
work out?"
"OH SHIT. STOP THE CAR!" Amanda looked rapidly on the horizon for a
phone and then grabbed Mitchell's arm. "NO NO, KEEP GOING, WE HAVE TO
FIND A PHONE!"
Mitchell looked at her oddly. "But Miss Amanda, you'll be late for your
appointment!"
Amanda gulped deeply. "FIND one Mitchell. Shit shit shit!"
Mitchell pulled up to a Denny's restaurant, pointing to the blue phone
sign and stopped in front of the doors. "Hurry, Miss Amanda."
Amanda flew through the restaurant, pausing at the front desk and asking
breathlessly about the phone. It was located next to the kitchen and
restrooms and Amanda shuffled through her purse for change.
The phone rang three times before a very drowsy Ms. Kathleen answered.
"Yes?"
Two giggling teenagers made their way down the hall to the restrooms,
and Amanda lowered her voice. "Kathleen, the item you are missing is
downstairs."
"Huh? Who is this?" Ms. Kathleen sat up in her bed.
The hallway cleared once more. Amanda sighed and spoke rapidly. "Gregory
is tied up in the basement, Ms. Kathleen."
"Amanda? Is that you? You are supposed to be at the.. Gregory? What?"
Ms. Kathleen flipped the comforter off and nudged her feet into her
slippers.
"Gregory is tied up in the basement, and yes, I'm on the way to the
Doctor. I forgot about him!" Amanda bit her lower lip, hoping Ms.
Kathleen was awake enough to understand.
"Gregory is tied up in the..," Ms. Kathleen let loose a hearty laugh.
"Thank you dear, it will be taken care of. Now get to your
appointment!"
"I'm so sorry, Ms. Kathleen!" Amanda hung up the phone and ran back out
to the Bronco.
She climbed in the car and remained quiet, feeling Mitchell's glances at
her.
"Just don't ask right now, ok?" Amanda watched the rural countryside
become more congested, and then Mitchell pulled up in front of a large
building.
"This is it Miss Amanda. Just go into the receptionist and give your
name." Mitchell pulled up to the doors and stopped. "I'll be back most
likely before you're done."
"Thank you Mitchell," Amanda got out and waved. She turned around and
went into the Medical Plaza and paused before a receptionist's desk.
"My name is Amanda .... . I have a doctor's appointment at 8:30."
"Yes Ma'am. If you could fill out these health history forms. I see you
are under someone else's insurance coverage, so I don't need those
filled out, and we'll be right with you." The cheery voice was way too
cheery in a morning without coffee, but Amanda trudged away and started
to fill out forms.
Unlike other appointments she had had, at 8:30 on the button a nurse
came out and called her name. She was led into a small examination room
and the nurse asked her to take her clothes off and put a robe on. As
Amanda started to ask who the doctor was coming to see her, the nurse
had already slipped out.
The door opened once more and Amanda tore her eyes away from the article
she was reading in a magazine to gasp loudly. "SEAN!" And it was Sean,
now dressed in a suit with a doctor's coat and stethoscope hanging
around his neck. His eyes brightened and his full lips curled into a
smile.
Sean laughed and shut the door. "That's Dr. Campbell, Miss Amanda."
"You're a Doctor?" Amanda was totally confused. "But I thought..."
"That's only one part of my life, Amanda," Sean was softly guiding her
back against the examination table with his strong hands. "This is my
professional side."
Unlike other examinations she had had before, Sean's hands were warm
against her skin as he clinically inspected her breasts and then
palpitated her abdomen, pushing softly into her here and there.
"Are you embarrassed?" Sean asked quietly as he picked up the medical
history she had filled out.
"Not really, just surprised." Amanda let her body relax a bit more,
watching his manner as he read through the questions.
Sean asked her a few questions on the history, and made note of her
responses. He asked her about daily routine, nodding with satisfaction
when she told him of her jogging and diet. He reminded her that with a
sedentary job, she needed to get up often and stretch or walk around.
Amanda was pleased with his manner and the thorough professionalism that
he displayed. She realized what would be coming next and adjusted
herself, grimacing. Sean pulled on a rubber glove and looked at her,
smiling.
"Would it help to tell you I've done this before?" Sean's eyes twinkled
in amusement as he squirted a bit of lubrication gel into his palm.
"Hell no." Amanda laughed nervously and moved down the table a bit more,
opening her legs slowly.
"Hmm. I have a way to make it easier. If I may...?" Sean had noted her
discomfort and was willing to break one of his own rules to help her
out.
"Anything," Amanda sighed in frustration.
Sean gently drew her legs out of the stirrups and massaged them with his
ungloved hand. As she slowly started to relax, he let his other hand
find her clit and nudged at the nub with his thumb. Amanda reacted with
a sharp intake of air and then a passionate moan. Her legs opened wide
in response, urging the fingers to play more. Sean smiled, knowing that
a great deal of women would find Doctor appointments easier if he could
only publish his findings in medical journals.
Amanda twisted and turned, feeling his gentle ministrations to her clit
and then felt his fingers slide up into her vagina, doing the normal
examination with less tension then she had ever felt before. Sean
looked up at Amanda, her eyes closed in pleasure, soft whimpering moans
from her mouth and he didn't want to stop pleasuring her. His
examination had found nothing out of the ordinary, so he allowed
himself a few extra minutes of sliding his fingers deeply into her and
then out again, feeling her arch against the table with each thrust.
Amanda reached out and grabbed the back of his head, clenching his hair
sharply as a cry of pleasure rose unbidden to her lips.
Sean smiled softly and gently toweled off her vagina from the excess
fluid that had flowed against his fingers. "Passionate little thing,
aren't you?"
Amanda blushed deeply. "No no, it's just been umm awhile since I've
had.." She stopped, remembering that this was a Doctor and continued.
"I haven't had intercourse in awhile."
"How long?" Sean snapped the glove from his hand, depositing it neatly
in a hidden waste bin.
"Four years." Amanda thought that saying it would make it seem trivial,
but it wasn't. It spoke of long nights filled with loneliness.
"Why so long?" Sean had picked up her chart again and was writing his
findings of the examination. He kept his eyes on the chart, hoping that
she would continue.
"It wasn't what I expected it to be, and I wasn't too eager to find bed
mate after bed mate to find what I was looking for." Amanda really
didn't expect herself to be so open, but Sean had shared with her. "The
man that took my virginity said that I was frigid. It kind of stuck
with me."
Sean chuckled warmly and then stopped when he saw the pain in Amanda's
face. "Amanda. Amanda, you are FAR from being frigid. You are a warm
and passionate creature that if you were given the time to be aroused
would make most men drool."
Amanda had tears in her eyes at Sean's soft words. "I'm not?"
"No Amanda, you aren't." Sean stood up. "Now, back to this." He pointed
to the chart. "You are healthy enough. Ms. Kathleen has indicated that
she would like to put you on contraceptive. Is this agreeable with
you?"
"Oh yes, of course," Amanda was confused, but didn't find anything wrong
with it. "Do I have to take pills?"
"Nope." Sean had pulled out a vial and a syringe. "One shot of this
should last you the first time for six months. The subsequent shots
will last you three." He drew the liquid carefully through the syringe
and then looked at her. "With it being winter, I would also like to see
you take a bit more Vitamin A and D and that would be fine in a regular
pill form." He stuck the needle into her arm, making her wince. "And
with that, we are done. I have a handout about possible side effects
with this shot. If anything unpleasant occurs, contact the office
immediately and I'll fit you in. In the meantime, if you'll go ahead
and get dressed, I'll tell the receptionist to make your next
appointment in 6 months." Sean stood up and then paused, bending over
to kiss her cheek and whisper softly, "Nice to see you again, Miss
Amanda." He slipped out with the chart and Amanda shook her head.
'Well, Ms. Kathleen said that I would like this Doctor,' Amanda thought
to herself with a smile. She got dressed once more, slinging her winter
coat over her arm and then went back out to the receptionist.
"Six months would make it June.." The receptionist went into specific
dates and Amanda nodded quietly, eyeing the parking lot for the Bronco.
She tucked the appointment reminder in her purse and made her way to
the door, tossing on her coat. There was a definite chill to the air
today, in contrast to 'Dr. Campbell's' warm office.
There was a small gift shop next door to Medical Plaza and Amanda went
in to browse while waiting for Mitchell. She had handmade presents for
the holidays for Ms. Kathleen and Mitchell but she wanted to find a
couple more things as well. She had a couple things in mind, but they
wouldn't be found here. She decided to prevail upon Mitchell to stop by
a couple places before they went home.
Mitchell pulled up just as she exited the gift shop and rather than
parking, pulled up to the curb to let her in. "Hi Miss Amanda. How did
it go?" Mitchell had a grin on his face.
"You KNEW!" Amanda laughed and hit Mitchell's arm playfully. "Brat! Hey
listen, can I ask you a couple of favors?"
"It depends." Mitchell wiggled his eyebrows. "What's up?"
"Where would one find a shop that would have Ms. Kathleen type toys at?"
Amanda smiled.
"Oh, ho ho ho...Okay, I won't tell. Let's see, there's a tack shop she
likes across town and an exotic shop down the ways a bit. Do you know
what you are looking for, Miss Amanda?" Mitchell pulled out of the
Medical Plaza and started down the street.
"Not really, Mitchell. Can we stop at both places if I promise to be
quick?"Amanda grinned. It had been a long time since she had ventured
into an Adult store.
"Sure thing. No need to worry about time. The groceries are done and
it's cold enough outside to keep 'em until we get back, Miss Amanda,"
Mitchell drove down the street and then cut into an alley way. "This
shop is open 24 hours. It's a lot nicer in the daytime though. Men with
only one hand come in at night." Mitchell shot a quick grin at Amanda
which started her laughing. "Do you want me to come in too, Miss
Amanda?"
"No. I'll be fine. Besides you can't peek at presents!!" Amanda laughed
and got out of the Bronco, tightening her coat around her once more and
cursing herself for forgetting her gloves this morning.
When Amanda entered the store, it looked like the lingerie shop that was
back in her hometown, but as she walked in a bit more, there were more
things that were displayed that made her eyebrows go up. A couple that
looked like newlyweds were giggling over some marital aids and the
store clerk came up to greet her.
"Good morning, Ma'am. Can I help you find anything?" The perky voice
coming from this woman before her caused a smile to tickle at Amanda's
lips. Spying the collar on the clerk's neck she smiled more warmly and
nodded.
"Yes you can. I'm looking for BDSM gifts. Particularly for a female
dominant. Could you show me where in your vast displays I could find
what I'm looking for?" Amanda's voice was at a normal tone, but it
carried and the couple at the marital displays glanced over at her
before whispering to themselves.
"Yes of course, Ma'am," the store clerk distractedly played at her
collar and led Amanda to a section of the store that had all sorts of
leather goods as well as books and 'toys'. "If you need any help, just
let me know. My name is Blossom." The clerk moved away discreetly,
straightening shelves as she went.
Amanda looked around catching her breath slightly. Ms. Kathleen's
collection had almost everything this store offered, and better quality
too. She fingered a whip that was almost rubber in quality and snorted
at it. Amanda wandered through the shelves, picking up an item here
another there. She spotted a humor section on the other side of the
shelves, with the wind up hopping penis and other gag items and peeked
around the corner to see what they had. Amanda came out of the store a
short time later, laughing. She climbed into the Bronco with Mitchell
and tucked the bag in back. "Ok, let's hit the other store, but I think
I got most of what I wanted there."
"Sure thing. I got you something." Mitchell handed Amanda a mocha. "You
didn't have your coffee this morning so I figured you could use this
about now."
"Oh what a darling, thanks Mitchell." Amanda drank carefully, letting
the warmth of the liquid slide down her throat.
They traveled across the city outskirts in peace, interrupted by giggles
from Amanda. Whatever she had purchased for Ms. Kathleen had her
tickled. The trip was quick though, no trains and not too many red
lights. The pulled up to the tack store as a huge truck filled with hay
was pulling out.
"Ok. I'll be right back." Amanda slipped out of her seat and stopped.
"NO PEEKING IN THE BAG!"
Mitchell laughed and waved at her. "Yes, Mistress!"
Amanda laughed, shaking her head and went into the Tack and Feed store.
Hungry little chicks were peeping like crazy in a huge bin by the door,
heated by a space heater from above. The kid behind the counter didn't
look old enough to be out of school, but he looked up from a breeder's
magazine and nodded at her.
Amanda inhaled deeply of the smell of leather goods and appraised the
reins and halters hanging from the walls, touching the leather like a
caress. She remembered the last time she smelled leather so deeply and
felt a quivering in her passion. She halted THAT train of thought
quickly. She wandered up and down the aisle, testing several crops for
flexibility and then finding a well made one that was exemplary in
price. Quality at a low cost. Compared to that Adult store this would
last better.
Amanda chose a few more items that she thought would make interesting
additions to Ms. Kathleen's collection and carried them up to the
counter. The boy disinterestedly rang up her items and went back to the
breeder magazine. Amanda felt pleased and walked back to the car. "Okay
Mitchell, we can head home." Home. She smiled and tucked the second bag
behind the seat.
"Yes, Miss Amanda." Mitchell popped a CD into the player and they drove
in a comfortable silence back to Ms. Kathleen's.
*~*
They drove up the drive and came upon Gregory kneeling in the front
bushes, weeding. He was still wearing Henry's pants, but the wax had
been removed from his back. The red mark of her signature made Amanda
blush deeply, but Mitchell said not one word as he backed the Bronco up
by the pantry door. They spotted the other two guests in the wheat
field raking up dead grain. Henry had on Gregory's Armani suit. Ms.
Kathleen opened the pantry door with a smile as Amanda got out of the
Bronco.
"Hi there! Did you have fun?" Ms. Kathleen's tone didn't show anger, but
Amanda didn't want to assume anything.
"It was really the most pleasant Doctor's appointment I've ever had."
Amanda walked quickly to Ms. Kathleen and lowered her eyes, whispering.
"Mitchell doesn't know, I didn't say anything. I'm so sorry for
mistreating a guest, Ms. Kathleen."
Ms. Kathleen chuckled. "From what I gathered, he deserved it hon. We'll
talk more about it inside. THOMAS.. HENRY.. BREAK." The two guests
trotted up to the door, holding the rakes before carefully leaning them
up against the house. "Help Mitchell bring in the groceries, pets, and
then you may have a nibble." Ms. Kathleen turned to go into the house
and then turned back. "Amanda, meet me in the office, ok?"
"Yes Ms. Kathleen," Amanda had a horrible sinking feeling that she would
be dismissed for her behavior, but she grabbed the her bags from the
back of the Bronco before making her way in. Amanda stopped by her
room, leaving her coat, purse and shopping bags before venturing to
knock softly at the den door.
"Come in!" Ms. Kathleen's voice was so pleasant.
Amanda entered and sat down quietly opposite the desk. Ms. Kathleen was
typing something rapidly into the computer and then paused before
looking directly at Amanda.
"If you would like to discharge me for this incident, I would understand
completely." Amanda started before Ms. Kathleen could speak. "I don't
know what came over me. I just thought I could handle it instead of
disturbing you."
"What are you blathering on about? OH Gregory?" Ms. Kathleen laughed. "I
have forgotten more slaves than I care to recall. Besides, you had
other things on your mind this morning. However, I do like the touch of
the signature. Miss A, hmm?"
Amanda blushed deeply and concentrated on her knee.
Ms. Kathleen got up from behind her desk and went behind Amanda, softly
massaging her shoulders. "Amanda, I'm going to tell you a little story
and I don't want you to interrupt ok?"
"Yes Ms. Kathleen," Amanda felt the strong fingers working at her
tension knots and sighed happily.
"Ten years ago, I was not a Dominant, but a submissive. I craved wild
things and had such a wanton lust for more than any Top could offer me.
Then a very creative Master offered me a chance to Top a sub similar to
myself. Needful, unable to be satisfied. The sub and I both came away
from the session satiated and I came away with the need to dominate ALL
the time. The Master that held my collar at the time understood
completely and cut his collar from my neck. He still has it displayed
in his dungeon and has always said that I would never go back to being
submissive, and I haven't. But.. BUT there are some that choose both
lifestyles. These are called switches." Ms. Kathleen's fingers gently
trailed down Amanda's spine. "And I think that that's what you are, my
darling girl."
Amanda shivered deeply, eyes closed, listening.
"I want to ask you to do several things for me, in addition to your
regular duties. First off, we have to cover our asses because of the
situation last night." Ms. Kathleen opened the door and called for
Mitchell to come into the den. Mitchell looked bemused but came in and
kneeled down.
"Mistress, just a reminder. Gregory is still out in front." Mitchell
said in low tones.
"Yes Pet, I know." Ms. Kathleen looked out the window of her den and
nodded. "And still weeding too." Ms. Kathleen pulled open a drawer of
her desk and pulled out a box. "Mitchell you are here as a witness, not
as my slave. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mistress," Mitchell rose and stood quietly watching.
"Amanda, now this may strike you as odd, but bear with me. I'm going to
collar you with a training collar. This will be a Dominate training,
but the guests don't need to know that and you'll effectively be able
to discipline them just as Mitchell does. If you feel uncomfortable
with this, we'll think of something else." Ms. Kathleen opened the box
and revealed one of the black collars that her guests wore while
visiting her. "This still means you report to me, and you are unable to
discipline Mitchell, although he'd probably like it." Mitchell chuckled
softly from the corner. "It also mean that you are submitting to me,
with all that implies, including tasting the submissive side as well.
Someone once said that the best Dominants have been submissives once
themselves. I happen to believe that. Do you understand what this means
and are you willing to give it a try?"
Amanda sat in the chair, quiet, letting it all soak in. Both. Yes, she
had felt both sides before. It would explain much about her. Right now
though she had to make up her mind, for her Mistress required an
answer. Her Mistress. She liked the sound of that. She rose from the
chair and kneeled down, bowing her head to Ms. Kathleen. "Will you
accept my submission, Mistress?" her quiet voice was firm, and she
stayed very still.
Ms. Kathleen glanced at Mitchell who beamed deeply at her, eyes alight
with pleasure. Ms. Kathleen felt a catch in her throat but she pulled
the collar tight around Amanda's neck, sliding one finger for a fit and
then saying softly, "I accept your submission, my darling girl."
Amanda stood up, fingering the collar lightly and then gazed at Ms.
Kathleen. "Thank you Mistress."
"Ok, formalities aside, things will pretty much stay the same, hon," Ms.
Kathleen returned to her desk. "I have today's reports for you to go
through and later this afternoon I want you to join in the training
session as an observer. That's not a request, but an order."
"Yes Mistress," Amanda's fingers still tickled at the collar, then she
realized she was doing it and dropped her hand.
"Very well. Get to work. Thank you Mitchell, return to the kitchen and I
will go see how our Gregory is doing." Ms. Kathleen stood and made her
way to the door. Mitchell smiled at Amanda and made his way out as
well. Amanda gathered up the reports and went into her room.
She felt odd, complete. But at the same time, it meant a deeper meaning
of respect for Ms. Kathleen. Ms. Kathleen had really understood her
despite of what she had done. A couple of tears pricked at her eyes,
trying to escape. But they weren't of sadness, just of deep relief of
finally being able to understand her half selves. She started up her
computer and readied herself for work. She rapidly typed in the daily
reports of Thomas and Henry and what had occurred with them since their
arrival. When she read through Gregory's report, she felt a high flush
when she realized that Ms. Kathleen had included her in the report and
the situation that had called for discipline. As she typed it in, she
tasted the feeling of anger that had passed over her last night and
shook her head. Ms. Kathleen spared no expense in detail, citing each
violation and thoroughly agreeing with the course of punishment. She
must have spoken with Gregory to find out exactly what occurred.
Underneath Gregory's folder there was another. It was a folder on her.
It merely said, SIT/DIT-Amanda. Collared December 15, 19--. As Amanda
created a new file in the computer, she wondered what lay in store for
her.
*~*
Later that afternoon, it started to snow. Very quietly as a hush spread
across the fields, and the heater clicked on in the house a soft carpet
of white formed outside. All of the guests were recalled inside and
were made to kneel in the living room as Mitchell started a fire and
Amanda made hot cider for all.
Gregory was shivering deeply, having been outside all this time with no
shirt and only Henry's thin slacks. The two others weren't much better,
and Thomas was having a hard time kneeling still.
The house warmed considerably with the central heating and the slaves
felt their skin prickle. The fire was crackling and Mitchell went to
knock on Ms. Kathleen's door. Amanda sipped her cider as she curled up
on the couch, watching the guests while a stray finger found it's way
to the collar once more and she thought maybe she should be down there
kneeling with them. Just as she thought it though Ms. Kathleen came
out, laughing at something Mitchell had said and smiled at her. Amanda
sat up a bit more and set her cup down.
"Good afternoon, my darlings," Ms. Kathleen said softly.
"Good afternoon, Mistress," the trio chorused. They each kneeled up a
bit straighter keeping their eyes respectfully down.
"Training is done in many ways. Some find that training consist merely
of scening with a slave. I don't feel that that's a complete way to
train. Your morning consisted of doing work that "I" ordered you to do.
Now that it's started to snow and will no doubt freeze the ground
tonight, I'll have to have you all doing chores inside. This is not
mundane work. This means that you are doing something for me. Not
because you want to do it, but because I expect it of you and I expect
nothing but the best of you. Saying that, I want all three of you to go
downstairs, strip, shower and prepare yourselves to serve me."
"Yes Mistress," they stood in unison and filed down the stairs
whispering to each other.
"SILENCE!" Ms. Kathleen shouted after them. They continued down the
stairs quietly.
Ms. Kathleen turned to Amanda, smiling. "Now. About you. Let's go see
what you've brought with you in ways of outfits that may fit into a
training session. Mitchell, your opinion would be helpful here."
Amanda sadly shook her head as they went down the hall to her room. "I'm
afraid I don't have much to offer in that area. My life has been school
and work so far. I don't really have any fancy clothes except that one
leather dress."
"That would be unsuitable for this afternoon. I know. What about
Halloween costumes?" Ms. Kathleen snapped through the hangers in her
closet, looking. Amanda was thankful she had hid the presents
elsewhere. "Ooooo.." Ms. Kathleen paused, pulling out an "I Dream of
Jeannie" costume from a couple of years back. "Now this would work."
"Oh but I couldn't.." Amanda started to say, but then noticed Mitchell
nodding his head.
"Yes you could and you will. And Amanda..no underwear," Ms. Kathleen
tossed the outfit to the bed, smiled and swept out. Mitchell shrugged
and followed.
No underwear? That would make it totally.. Amanda blushed deeply and
then touched the collar at her throat. If her Mistress desired it, she
would do so.
A few moments later, Amanda stood before the mirror in the outfit and
gazed at herself. The late afternoon was going to dusk and as the soft
muted light came through her window, her breasts were outlined pressing
up against the sheerness of the costume. She saw and felt her nipples
tighten and breathed in sharply. She did look rather fetching in this.
She felt her spirits bolster and she made her way downstairs. She smiled
because Ms. Kathleen had put on Meredith Brooks once more.
As she entered the dungeon, she was pleased to see Mitchell dressed
similarly in a sort of harem pants and vest. She quietly stood next to
him and remained still.
The three guests were brought out of the bathroom, still dripping wet
and naked at the end of Ms. Kathleen's quirt.
"Oh good, Amanda. I think we'll start off at the post room. Mitchell,
Thomas first please." Ms. Kathleen chose a few of the toys from the
shelves and nodded to the other guests and Amanda to follow.
Mitchell was securing Thomas to the post. He made sure his arms were
bound tight and then stepped back, nodding to Ms. Kathleen.
Mitchell snapped his fingers and pointed to the couches surrounding the
post. Amanda sat quietly, watching, feeling the power of authority
rushing over Ms. Kathleen and exuding out toward the room. Henry and
Gregory sat also, but on the other side. Ms. Kathleen handed the toys
to Mitchell and then walked up to Thomas.
Ms. Kathleen let her nails glide down Thomas' naked glowing skin. "Hello
Thomas, I see from the goosebumps you remember your last visit here.
How is your Master?"
Thomas squirmed against the post. "Master is well, Mistress. He sends
his regards and compliments for your work on me last visit."
"And how long will you be with us this time?" Ms. Kathleen chose a
flogger and slowly let the tails of it caress against Thomas' back.
Thomas inhaled sharply. "A week Mistress."
Ms. Kathleen continued teasing the flogger against Thomas' back and
buttocks. "And are your safewords still the same?"
As Amanda watched, she noticed Thomas getting aroused from just the
simplest of conversation and play. She squirmed slightly, and watched
avidly as Ms. Kathleen continued, reaching a hand around to his chest
dragging her nails down before cupping his balls.
"You haven't answered," Ms. Kathleen said and pulled slightly.
"YES Mistress! The safewords are the same!" Thomas moaned deeply. His
eyes shut, and his body moved to Ms. Kathleen 's touch.
"Amanda, this is called a warm up period. I have not begun to play with
this slave, but I have aroused him, reminded him that he has a Master,
and confirmed his safewords." Ms. Kathleen looked at Amanda and then at
the other two slaves. "You two will also have the same benefit of a
warmup. It is essential in ANY play. Warm up differs from each
Dominant, each submissive, so that what I'm doing to Thomas now, may
not occur with you."
Henry and Gregory nodded, eyes wide watching Thomas at the post.
Ms. Kathleen fondled Thomas' arousal and then stepped back, raising the
flogger before letting it fly with a thud against his back. She set a
rythym and proceed to flog back and forth, up and down his back to his
buttocks and back up. Moans and soft grunts from Thomas were
accompanied by the background music set so low that it could barely be
heard. Ms. Kathleen 's total attention was on the slave before her. She
set the flogger down and grabbed a crop striking swiftly five times
against Thomas' buttock, hearing the grunts of surprise in the change
of the toy. She set the crop down as well and walked close up to Thomas
again, dragging her nails down his reddened skin. Thomas cried out,
shaking from the contact. Ms. Kathleen reached around pinching his
nipples tightly.
"Are you enjoying, Thomas," Ms. Kathleen asked in a whisper.
"OH thank you Mistress.. thank you," Thomas visibly shuddered against
the post.
"Ok, we are going to leave Thomas at the post for a few moments, and
Henry, I think you should come with me." Ms. Kathleen motioned with her
hand down the way towards the cool dark storage room. Mitchell followed
closely while Gregory and Amanda hung back, looking back at Thomas and
then stopping just adjacent to the store room.
"Mitchell fetch the
reports for Ms. Kathleen and tended to block almost everything out
around her. Mitchell stood at her open door, his mouth moving. She
smiled and yanked the headphones off. "Sorry Mitchell, what's up?"
"Miss Amanda, I'm just about ready to pickup the new arrivals. Do you
have anything on your 'Get it' list?" Mitchell had originally been a
tad jealous of the time Ms. Kathleen had spent with Amanda, but had
finally come to realize it was another portion of her life entirely.
The uneasy friendship had turned into admiration as more worries had
been released from Ms. Kathleen and she was able to devote more time to
what she wanted to do.
Amanda flipped through files on her desktop and clicked onto the List.
This was her list of office supplies that needed to be replenished and
she printed it out for Mitchell. "Are you going to stop by the Office
Supplies store then?"
Mitchell looked the list over carefully. Miss Amanda was so precise with
her needs, putting down exact model numbers of ink cartridges or
poundage markings of paper, he always had no problem filling her order.
"Yes, on the way to the airport. We will be coming straight back. It
appears Ms. Kathleen has an interesting slave to train this time."
Amanda nodded. "I read the report on him. I can't imagine why Ms.
Kathleen agreed to train him."
"Oh before I forget. This time of year we need to have emergency
continuances signed at the airport. They should be in the 'contracts'
folder." Mitchell pointed to a file on the desktop and added. "Print
out three of them."
Amanda nodded and printed the required papers, grabbing the first one to
read as the other two printed. Basically it was 'in case of weather
situations, your temporary contract with Ms. Kathleen may be extended'.
Amanda thought this was good foresight of Ms. Kathleen and handed it
back to Mitchell.
"It's been quiet for the last two weeks. This is the longest time we've
been without guests." Amanda pushed back from the computer and
stretched.
Mitchell smiled. "It's the time of the year too. Holidays are 'spent
with family' rather than spent in training."
Amanda grinned. "But I liked Thanksgiving here! I never knew you could
be trussed up better than the turkey!"
Mitchell laughed. "You wicked girl, Miss Amanda. But it was nice, just
the three of us."
Amanda had been working for Ms. Kathleen for three months now and
reveling in the experience. It wasn't selling houses to happy families,
but between Ms. Kathleen and Mitchell it was a very pleasant job. Her
main focus was ALL the computer work, whether it be financial,
correspondence or report. And she did her job well. Ms. Kathleen had a
backlog of work that gave her the basics of what she needed to do. A
month of continual working got everything current and now she just did
her daily input and anything else Ms. Kathleen needed, and the rest of
the time was hers.
She had taken to jogging in the back field of the house, cleared of the
ruined crop of wheat that had been neglected for years. She felt better
than she had felt in a long time. After some major introspection she
decided it was because she felt as if she were part of a family again.
Nothing was done to discourage that feeling and it blossomed.
The 'guests', as Amanda preferred to call the training slaves, had come
and gone. The shortest time one was there was for a weekend, the
longest a month. Their names were merely files on the computer,
although most were very good looking. They had been introduced to 'Miss
Amanda' and had been very respectful of her, her work, and her privacy
for the extension of their stay.
As the threat of snow became more prevalent, the guests came in fewer
and fewer numbers until two weeks ago, just before Thanksgiving, there
were none. Ms. Kathleen had needed the time off as well and had rested
comfortably, teasing Mitchell and Amanda about how turkey should be
stuffed and cooked. She had trussed Mitchell up with ropes to show
Amanda how the turkey should be done amidst laughter and gaiety.
Mitchell waved on his way out and Amanda turned back to her work once
more. Curiosity overcame her and she clicked open the pre interview of
the one guest on his way.
Gregory (no last names were used anywhere in their files, which provided
security for the guests as well as security for Ms. Kathleen) was a
player. He thought it would be 'fun' to be submissive to a woman.
Because of his wealth and connections, he had been able to contact Ms.
Kathleen directly, rather than through a Domme's introduction. The
three people that Ms. Kathleen had contacted about him had warned her
not to accept him as a guest, but that only made Ms. Kathleen more
excited at the prospect of breaking Gregory.
Amanda clicked the file closed. She shrugged herself out of her chair
and looked around her room. With the homey touches that she had added
from her old apartment it definitely was hers now. She walked across
the hall and tapped on the den's door.
"Come in." Ms. Kathleen always had sort of a musical quality to her
voice. Amanda smiled and pushed the door open.
"Mitchell is on his way to the airport, Ms. Kathleen. Would you care for
some tea?" Amanda peeked in. Ms. Kathleen was working at her computer
as well.
"Only if you're fixing it for yourself as well, dear." Ms. Kathleen
looked up at Amanda and smiled. She was so proud of the esteem that had
grown in this girl. Ms. Kathleen knew that Amanda had Domme tendencies,
but they had only surfaced once in a while. She would love to see
Amanda let it all out.
Amanda grinned and walked away from the door, leaving it open. Ms.
Kathleen heard her in the kitchen, pottering around with the teapot and
water.
A short time later, Amanda returned with a tea service and she set it on
the edge of the desk. "Would you mind very much if I was to have my tea
with you? The dailies are caught up and you haven't given me anything
urgent," Amanda smiled before sitting down.
"Of course hon, no problem, sit!" Ms. Kathleen pointed to a chair and
then served herself a cup of tea from the steaming china. "How's
everything going?"
"Really well, Ms. Kathleen," Amanda fixed her own cup and sat back into
the chair. "I think that break was good for everyone. We have received
fifteen requests for the beginning of the year. We can't fit them all
in January, so that will spill to the next month, and more are coming
in all the time."
"Busy, busy, busy," Ms. Kathleen laughed but then stopped. "I'm going to
be swamped!"
"Do you want me to refuse some?" Amanda asked awkwardly.
"God no, dear," Ms. Kathleen shook her head. "We have the room for four.
We may have to drop the visits to a week only. In the springtime, we'll
have to think about building some more space."
Through the financial work that she did on the computer, Amanda knew
that Ms. Kathleen charged for her services as a Professional Domme, and
had some money invested elsewhere as well. She was considerably well
off herself, having virtually no expenses and sending her paycheck
directly to her savings account.
"Oh Hmm! We have to get you into town before the snow flies. I think I
made an appointment for you on the 15th, tomorrow!" Ms. Kathleen looked
at Amanda as if expecting confirmation. Amanda was lost though.
"An appointment for?" Amanda asked, drinking her tea.
"Three months darling. You need to get the physical done. Part of the
agreement you signed." Ms. Kathleen smiled hoping to prod Amanda's
memory.
"Oh! Right!" Amanda blushed slightly for having let it slip her mind and
then grimaced. She avoided doctors and dentists as most people do, not
liking the feeling of having them play roughshod over her emotions.
"You'll like this doctor, hon," Ms. Kathleen chuckled softly into her
tea cup. "I'm making up the food storage list for the next two months.
Mitchell will be going to that wholesale place while you're at the
Doctor's. Can you think of anything special that you would like to
have?"
"Just that hot apple cider stuff that you've always managed to have. I
do enjoy it in the cool evenings, Ms. Kathleen." Amanda sipped her tea
again.
"Well it's a staple in the house now." Ms. Kathleen laughed. "It is good
stuff. But I like to add a little bit of cinnamon to it."
Amanda finished her tea and set the cup down. "Do you have anything else
for me, Ms. Kathleen? I think while Mitchell's gone I'm going to take
advantage of your grotto."
"Nope, not a thing. If I get this list done, I may join you. Go and
enjoy yourself dear." Ms. Kathleen sipped her tea and looked back at
the computer.
Amanda had used the grotto only frequently within the last few months,
but had enjoyed each time. She rushed to her room and shrugged out of
the clothes she had worn for the morning, setting them upon her bed
before picking up the kimono that Ms. Kathleen had given to her to keep
and making her way downstairs.
House rule. No swimsuits in the grotto area. So Amanda had planned her
excursions down here while either she was alone in the house, or
Mitchell was ferrying the guests back and forth to the airport. It was
so relaxing to just float. She paused in the 'entertainment' room and
put on a couple of CDs she liked and that wouldn't be disturbing to Ms.
Kathleen and then made her way to the grotto.
The steam curled around her as she entered, making her cool skin flush.
She dropped her robe at the rocks and jumped in, shivering for a few
seconds and then feeling the heat of the water warm her all over.
Amanda took a quick glance at the door. She loved her time in the
grotto, it was so relaxing, but she valued her privacy. She had become
restless recently because the sexual tension had finally affected her.
One of the other rules of Ms. Kathleen was no outright sex with the
guests. And it wasn't a specific person that she wanted to spend time
with. Just the over all feeling of intense pleasure being given and
received but not including her. She had found one relief for her
problem and as she darted her eyes to the door once more, she floated
her way to the small waterfall.
As she listened to her music playing through the speakers, she angled
her legs and felt the pounding pressure of water hitting against her as
she lay back into the water. She hooked one leg over a rock and
anchored herself as wave after wave of pleasure wound through her. Her
eyes closed blissfully and she whimpered little sighs of relief.
Ms. Kathleen watched from the door discreetly not entering to disturb a
spectacular sight. She had put aside the list to finish later, thinking
the grotto a fine idea to release the tension she felt. She had no idea
that Amanda released her pent up passion in this particular way, but as
she watched the girl twisting and turning under the pounding waterfall,
she could easily understand why she liked her time alone here.
Ms. Kathleen backed away, smiling and went back upstairs, rubbing her
chin thoughtfully. There were certain advantages of knowing a pleasure
spot. Eventually she would entertain Amanda in those ways, but for now,
she would enjoy a shower and let Amanda enjoy.
Some time later, Amanda, dressed appropriately once more but with a warm
glow to her, returned to Ms. Kathleen's den.
"How was the grotto dear?" Ms. Kathleen asked politely.
"It was lovely..so nice and warm," Amanda hid the small blush by bending
her head down to look at the grocery's list. "I was thinking you may
want to add a few things to your list, such as apples and cans of
pumpkins. I'm not a very good cook, but I can make pies for the
holidays."
"Oh that sounds good," Ms. Kathleen quickly typed those in and then
smiled at Amanda. "We have three new guests coming in today. One may be
with us over the holidays. The other two, well we'll see."
"Shouldn't they be here by now?" Amanda glanced at the clock.
"Actually, I was thinking the same thing," Ms. Kathleen smoothed the
suede skirt she wore and rose from her desk. "Mitchell has done this
drive for some time and usually has it down to a science. Perhaps some
unforeseen delay. Have you had lunch?"
As they ate a meager lunch together of salad, crackers and cheese, Ms.
Kathleen kept one eye on the clock and spoke of sending out gift
baskets to some of her more regular clients, not the guests, but the
Dom/Dommes who had referred them.
"That may be a nice touch," Amanda forked another leaf of lettuce into
her mouth. "A simple basket though, nothing too overdone. I received
one from my college counselor after graduation and I swore if I saw one
more dinky round of Gouda, I would scream."
Amanda collected their lunch things and was just finishing putting
things away when the front door opened.
Ms. Kathleen rose quietly, and pressed a finger to her lips and went
down the hallway to her den door.
Meanwhile, Amanda could hear Mitchell instructing the new guests about
their conduct and respect for the remainder of their visit. Two voices
that responded were low in tone agreeing to each request, but a rather
shrill tone was questioning each new rule that was imposed. Amanda
clung to the kitchen counter, unwilling to try to dart to her own room
when Mitchell walked in, his lips tight, his brow furrowed.
"Miss Amanda..umm," Mitchell started.
Amanda touched her fingers to his lips, nodding in complete
understanding and compassion. Whoever was out there was giving hell to
her friend. She decided to give him some relief and strode out to the
living room herself.
Two men stood by the door, quietly waiting with their one permitted bag
in hand. Their demeanor was that as Amanda had seen before. Fearful of
what lay in front of their visit here, but excited as well. The third
on the other hand, sat sprawled on the couch in the sunken part of the
living room, as if he were bored, several pieces of luggage to his
side. Ah, an attitude this one had. She walked up to the two at the
door first, asking for the copies of contracts, invitations, and the
continuation agreements. When she turned to the one on the couch, his
eyes were way too revealing, and Amanda felt like she was being
undressed under his gaze. She wasn't pleased, she was far from
flattered, she was pissed. She snapped at him for the same things, and
was only given the continuation agreement, unsigned.
"This needs to be signed now, or you may consider your visit here
terminated," Amanda said quietly. She was fuming. She knew that she had
exceeded her normal limitations, she had no right to terminate a visit,
but damn, he was pulling her anger out.
"Sure honey, got a pen?" His shrill voice came out again.
"YOU may refer to her as Miss Amanda, Gregory," Ms. Kathleen had stepped
out of her den.
"Well excuuuuse me, Miss Amanda. Got a pen, doll?" His attitude dripped
of sarcasm and Amanda held back throwing the pen at him.
"I will take Gregory first, Amanda. Please show Thomas and Henry the
bunk room and have them relax until I call them." Ms. Kathleen walked
back into her den followed by a resolutely egotistical Gregory.
Amanda felt her jaw drop as the den door shut, and quickly snapped it
back in place and fixed a smile on her face before turning to the other
two men.
"As you've gathered, I'm Miss Amanda. You won't be seeing too much of me
during your time here, as I am more into dominating office duties than
slaves." She watched the two men visibly relaxed and smiled back at
her.
"I'm Tom and this is Hank. I've been here before, helping getting the
house renovated but this is Hank's first visit." The sandy brown haired
man with deep brown eyes had a southern twang to his words.
"Oh good. Then let me show you where you'll be resting while you're
here." Amanda led them down the hallway, pausing at the lounge and
reminding them it was to be kept spotless at all times. She led them
into the bunk room and reminding them of jet lag and that their actual
service wouldn't begin until the next day. She made sure both were
comfortable and then made her way to her own room.
As she sat down at her desk, she noticed that she was still clutching
the paperwork so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. She
released them and set about updating the files, anything to get her
mind off of Gregory and his attitude. Mitchell slipped into her room
while she typed furiously. She kept her door open for this purpose.
This time though, he sat on her huge overstuffed chair and was silent.
Amanda finally stopped typing, rested her hands in her lap and turned
toward him, resting her feet on the edge of the chair.
"Speak." Amanda said. She knew it must have been really bad, because
normally Mitchell just gave first impression and then sauntered away.
"He wouldn't sign it at the airport. He practically ignored me when I
spoke with him. He was too busy trying to get a porter to get his bags
for him. It's STATED in the instructions that they are only to bring
one carry on. Miss Amanda, he had four bags. He wouldn't carry them
himself." Mitchell let the rush out. He was as totally shocked as she
was. "Then! He demanded that we stop for lunch. I finally relented at
that rest stop on the side of the highway, you know where the picnic
tables and rest rooms are? They had a roach coach parked there and he
bitched and complained about everything." Mitchell drew in a deep
breath and then let it out in a shuddering sigh.
Amanda placed her hand on his. "What about the other two?"
"Thomas has been here before. He's a building contractor that helped
with the house originally. He's owned by a Master from around the San
Francisco area. Henry though is so totally confused about now. Damn
Gregory. Henry is probably scared shitless." Mitchell looked up and
realized that he had used language. "Uh.. sorry Miss Amanda."
"It's ok Mitchell. Thank you for the report. I'll add it to the files.
It explains why you were late as well." Amanda twirled her chair back
to the computer and started typing furiously again.
Mitchell stood up and leaned over to her ear, chuckling. "Bet you a
chocolate chip mint ice- cream cone that he doesn't make it past the
third day."
Amanda laughed. Chocolate chip mint was her downfall and was only
indulged once in awhile. "You're on!"
They both heard the den door slam and they jumped, looking at each
other.
"You've got to be KIDDING!" Came Gregory's voice from next door.
Mitchell rolled his eyes and went to see what the problem was.
The rest of the afternoon seemed to be placid enough. The other two
guests went in for their interviews and came out with training collars
on. Mitchell popped back in later and whispered that Gregory had
assumed that he would have his own room. Amanda had just shaken her
head with a smile and shooed him out. Evening came and Amanda shut down
her computer. She curled up with a novel until dinner time.
Amanda started to feel a bit drowsy, but the acrid smell of cigarette
smoke and then the shrilling sound of the smoke alarm woke her quickly.
She darted down the hallway just as Ms. Kathleen opened her door and
Mitchell flew from the kitchen. They opened the bunk room door to find
Thomas and Henry together on one bunk, looking disgusted and Gregory
smoking a cigarette casually on the other lower bunk.
"GREGORY! PUT THAT OUT THIS INSTANT" Ms. Kathleen thundered into the
room and slapped Gregory's cheek. "HOW DARE YOU POLLUTE MY HOUSE WITH
THAT STENCH? It's HIGH TIME you realized WHY you are here. MITCHELL,
remove these cases, NOW! GREGORY won't be needing ANYTHING for his
visit. GREGORY, STRIP." Ms. Kathleen crossed her arms and stood there
tapping her foot, watching. Amanda watched as the two other slaves
seemed to cringe together. Gregory stood up and as if he was stripping
for Chippendales put on quite a show for Ms. Kathleen. She however was
not affected and stormed out of the room with the clothes, slamming the
door at her den once more.
"So I'll assume this is a nonsmoking dungeon," Gregory lay back down on
the bunk and crossed him hands behind his neck.
Amanda shook her head and ventured into the kitchen. Mitchell had
already returned from disposing of the bags and was once again stirring
a huge pot of soup. He glanced up at her and just shook his head.
"Knew that was going to happen," Mitchell carved slices of cheese and
apples and placed them nicely on a tray with a vine of grapes and a
variety of crackers. He quickly made the table with bowls and the tray.
"Smells wonderful, Mitchell" Amanda said appreciatively.
Mitchell's smile returned. "This is my favorite kind of soup to make.
The manufacturer says a chicken noodle. I call it chicken stew."
"Shall I go let Ms. Kathleen know you're just about ready?" Amanda snuck
a grape from the platter.
"Sure Miss Amanda, thanks," Mitchell turned off the heat from the
steaming soup and was gathering pot holders to dump it into a tureen.
Amanda went to the den and knocked quietly.
"Come," Ms. Kathleen's sharp reply came.
Amanda opened the door and chanced a smile. "Mitchell has dinner
prepared, Ms. Kathleen."
Ms. Kathleen sighed and then smiled in return. "Good to hear. I think
what we ALL need is a bit of food and a good night's sleep before
facing tomorrow." Ms. Kathleen rose from her desk, shutting down her
computer.
"What are your plans for these guests?" Amanda queried.
"Some hard manual labor to begin with, and then we'll see," Ms. Kathleen
had a twinkle in her eyes, mischief lurking there.
Somehow, Amanda knew there was a bit more to it than that.
Dinner was mostly quiet, interrupted only by dissatisfied sounds from
the naked Gregory. Amanda felt mildly pleased that he had calmed down
somewhat, but she felt it wouldn't last for long.
After dinner, Ms. Kathleen ordered the guests to bed, and then demanded
Mitchell to join her in the grotto after he had finished cleaning up
the kitchen. She smiled to Amanda and walked purposefully down to the
bunk room before continuing on to her own room.
Amanda lingered at the table, nibbling on a bit of cheese. She then
realized what Ms. Kathleen had said. Manual labor. It was about 40
degrees outside, tops, during the daytime. She let loose a laugh and
Mitchell turned around, his arms covered in suds.
"He's going to freeze his ass off," Amanda popped the last bit of cheese
in her mouth, kissed Mitchell's cheek gaily and made her way to her
room.
Several hours of sleep passed when she was awakened but a soft tapping
at her door. She drew the kimono around her and pulled open the door
just a bit to see Henry standing there naked.
"Miss Amanda, I don't know if I should bother you about this..." He
lowered his eyes and paused.
"Why Henry! Where's your clothes?" Amanda had a feeling she knew where
they were, but wanted confirmation.
"That Gregory said that we should share since he didn't have any. I
don't think I should have since he was ordered by the Mistress to
strip, but he made it so convincing." Henry kept his eyes down.
Amanda could imagine Gregory's forceful personality demanding the
clothes from the other guests' backs. She felt her anger drawing tight
again. "Thank you Henry, I'll take care of it. For now, go on back to
bed. You'll need your rest."
Amanda shut her door and sat down in her chair. Gregory would have to be
taught a lesson. But what could she do? She had watched the training
from time to time, but had never participated. A slow smile spread
across her face. He wanted a private room, hmm? She rifled through one
of her dresser's drawers and came up with a silk scarf. This would
work. Her mind quickly went over details and she rushed out the door
towards the bunk room.
A sound came from the kitchen of cupboards being opened and shut. A mild
curse in Gregory's voice drew Amanda's attention and she crept down to
the kitchen area to look.
"Where the hell is the liquor? I didn't pay good money to drink carrot
crap," Gregory muttered, wearing Henry's clothes and totally unaware
that Amanda was watching him from behind.
Amanda gathered all her strength into her voice and said deeply, "KNEEL,
NOW!"
Gregory dropped to his knees. "Oh crap, I'm sorry. Shit I was just
thirsty. Damn airplane trips do it all the time."
Amanda growled and stepped forward. "QUIET!" She fastened the blindfold
tightly over his eyes and grabbed Mitchell's apron, improvising fast.
"STAND, HANDS TOGETHER IN FRONT OF YOU." Gregory actually complied. She
put the apron on him backwards and used the ties to tie his hands
together. Without another word, she led him out of the kitchen, turning
off the light and then made her made down the hall, pausing at Ms.
Kathleen's door and then flicking the light switch to the basement.
Carefully she turned and helped him down each step until at the bottom
he started to struggle. "STOP GREGORY. YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF,"
Amanda didn't recognize her own voice and the power behind it.
Surprisingly, he stopped and followed her lead on the ties into the
dungeon area.
Amanda drew him into the area with the post, but then compassion
overcame her and she took him down to the room with the candles,
untying the apron and then putting him face down on the padded bench
there before making sure the binders were tightened on his wrists and
ankles. She went down to the tack room and found a leather blindfold
before eyeing the crops. Gregory would have to be punished for taking
Henry's clothes. She grabbed one blindly and went back to the candle
room.
Amanda untied her silk scarf and placed the blindfold on Gregory making
sure that he didn't catch a glimpse of her. She breathed in deeply and
spoke once more, "Who's clothes are these?"
Gregory whimpered slightly and shifted a bit on the bench. No answer
though.
"These aren't yours are they?" Amanda continued and eyed the candles as
well. She lit one, inhaling the spicy vanilla musk that Ms. Kathleen
preferred. She waited for an answer and then a soft whisper came.
"No, Mistress," Gregory was barely heard his voice had become so soft.
Amanda caught her breath. He didn't know it was her. A smile played
across her lips, so much the better. Rapid fire her arm struck the crop
down five, ten times against his buttocks and thighs. Groans and cries
of pain came from Gregory but then a blubbering apology.
"Please Mistress, I'm sorry, really, please no more," Gregory paused and
then sighed deeply.
'He thinks I'm done..' Amanda thought to herself. With one of the knives
Ms. Kathleen had on the shelf, Amanda cut the top from Gregory's back,
letting the fabric fall to his sides. She would have to get Henry a new
shirt, but it was necessary. With deliberate slowness, making sure that
she could face up to what she planned, her hands grasped the tall
candle with the melted wax gathered into the glass container.
The combination of screams coming from Gregory as the wax was poured
against his back sent a fire through Amanda, tickling at her passion in
a way she never thought. With a flourish, she wrote a signature in wax
before blowing out the wick and setting it back on the shelf.
Gregory was panting wildly, moaning. Amanda nodded to herself with an
evil chuckle. She fetched a small pillow and stuck it under his head,
admiring the "Miss A" in white wax glistening on his back. She then
backed away and made her way upstairs.
It wasn't until she went to shut off the basement light that she
realized she still gripped the crop in her hand. She smiled, flicked
the switch, and brought the crop into her room, setting it on the
chair. She could return it in the morning when she released the
arrogant little bastard.
*~*
Morning came and Amanda did not wake. For some odd reason she had
forgotten to set her alarm clock and didn't wake until Mitchell knocked
loudly at her door, shouting through, "Miss Amanda!! You're going to be
late for your appointment."
"Oh shit!" Amanda bounded out of bed, tearing off her nightclothes and
tossing them randomly across the room, effectively covering the crop
from her view. She pulled on a warm outfit and ran a quick brush
through her hair. She pulled open her door and made her way quickly
down to the kitchen. It was still early and the sun had not risen yet.
Mitchell thrust a glass of juice at her, grinning.
"Miss Amanda, didn't you know your appointment was the 8:30 one?"
Mitchell hurried her to the door and she paused grabbing her huge
winter coat and purse, thinking she had forgotten something. She shook
her head and ran out to the Bronco.
Mitchell drove competently through the town, heading toward the city
where the Doctor's office and the huge wholesale food warehouse was. He
talked sporadically, noting the lack of snow, yet the forecast was for
any day now, and wasn't it getting cold outside? He talked about the
food on the list and several new recipes he wanted to try out. Amanda
drank the juice but still tried to recall what she had forgotten.
Mitchell took a breath and then said, "So how do you think Gregory will
work out?"
"OH SHIT. STOP THE CAR!" Amanda looked rapidly on the horizon for a
phone and then grabbed Mitchell's arm. "NO NO, KEEP GOING, WE HAVE TO
FIND A PHONE!"
Mitchell looked at her oddly. "But Miss Amanda, you'll be late for your
appointment!"
Amanda gulped deeply. "FIND one Mitchell. Shit shit shit!"
Mitchell pulled up to a Denny's restaurant, pointing to the blue phone
sign and stopped in front of the doors. "Hurry, Miss Amanda."
Amanda flew through the restaurant, pausing at the front desk and asking
breathlessly about the phone. It was located next to the kitchen and
restrooms and Amanda shuffled through her purse for change.
The phone rang three times before a very drowsy Ms. Kathleen answered.
"Yes?"
Two giggling teenagers made their way down the hall to the restrooms,
and Amanda lowered her voice. "Kathleen, the item you are missing is
downstairs."
"Huh? Who is this?" Ms. Kathleen sat up in her bed.
The hallway cleared once more. Amanda sighed and spoke rapidly. "Gregory
is tied up in the basement, Ms. Kathleen."
"Amanda? Is that you? You are supposed to be at the.. Gregory? What?"
Ms. Kathleen flipped the comforter off and nudged her feet into her
slippers.
"Gregory is tied up in the basement, and yes, I'm on the way to the
Doctor. I forgot about him!" Amanda bit her lower lip, hoping Ms.
Kathleen was awake enough to understand.
"Gregory is tied up in the..," Ms. Kathleen let loose a hearty laugh.
"Thank you dear, it will be taken care of. Now get to your
appointment!"
"I'm so sorry, Ms. Kathleen!" Amanda hung up the phone and ran back out
to the Bronco.
She climbed in the car and remained quiet, feeling Mitchell's glances at
her.
"Just don't ask right now, ok?" Amanda watched the rural countryside
become more congested, and then Mitchell pulled up in front of a large
building.
"This is it Miss Amanda. Just go into the receptionist and give your
name." Mitchell pulled up to the doors and stopped. "I'll be back most
likely before you're done."
"Thank you Mitchell," Amanda got out and waved. She turned around and
went into the Medical Plaza and paused before a receptionist's desk.
"My name is Amanda .... . I have a doctor's appointment at 8:30."
"Yes Ma'am. If you could fill out these health history forms. I see you
are under someone else's insurance coverage, so I don't need those
filled out, and we'll be right with you." The cheery voice was way too
cheery in a morning without coffee, but Amanda trudged away and started
to fill out forms.
Unlike other appointments she had had, at 8:30 on the button a nurse
came out and called her name. She was led into a small examination room
and the nurse asked her to take her clothes off and put a robe on. As
Amanda started to ask who the doctor was coming to see her, the nurse
had already slipped out.
The door opened once more and Amanda tore her eyes away from the article
she was reading in a magazine to gasp loudly. "SEAN!" And it was Sean,
now dressed in a suit with a doctor's coat and stethoscope hanging
around his neck. His eyes brightened and his full lips curled into a
smile.
Sean laughed and shut the door. "That's Dr. Campbell, Miss Amanda."
"You're a Doctor?" Amanda was totally confused. "But I thought..."
"That's only one part of my life, Amanda," Sean was softly guiding her
back against the examination table with his strong hands. "This is my
professional side."
Unlike other examinations she had had before, Sean's hands were warm
against her skin as he clinically inspected her breasts and then
palpitated her abdomen, pushing softly into her here and there.
"Are you embarrassed?" Sean asked quietly as he picked up the medical
history she had filled out.
"Not really, just surprised." Amanda let her body relax a bit more,
watching his manner as he read through the questions.
Sean asked her a few questions on the history, and made note of her
responses. He asked her about daily routine, nodding with satisfaction
when she told him of her jogging and diet. He reminded her that with a
sedentary job, she needed to get up often and stretch or walk around.
Amanda was pleased with his manner and the thorough professionalism that
he displayed. She realized what would be coming next and adjusted
herself, grimacing. Sean pulled on a rubber glove and looked at her,
smiling.
"Would it help to tell you I've done this before?" Sean's eyes twinkled
in amusement as he squirted a bit of lubrication gel into his palm.
"Hell no." Amanda laughed nervously and moved down the table a bit more,
opening her legs slowly.
"Hmm. I have a way to make it easier. If I may...?" Sean had noted her
discomfort and was willing to break one of his own rules to help her
out.
"Anything," Amanda sighed in frustration.
Sean gently drew her legs out of the stirrups and massaged them with his
ungloved hand. As she slowly started to relax, he let his other hand
find her clit and nudged at the nub with his thumb. Amanda reacted with
a sharp intake of air and then a passionate moan. Her legs opened wide
in response, urging the fingers to play more. Sean smiled, knowing that
a great deal of women would find Doctor appointments easier if he could
only publish his findings in medical journals.
Amanda twisted and turned, feeling his gentle ministrations to her clit
and then felt his fingers slide up into her vagina, doing the normal
examination with less tension then she had ever felt before. Sean
looked up at Amanda, her eyes closed in pleasure, soft whimpering moans
from her mouth and he didn't want to stop pleasuring her. His
examination had found nothing out of the ordinary, so he allowed
himself a few extra minutes of sliding his fingers deeply into her and
then out again, feeling her arch against the table with each thrust.
Amanda reached out and grabbed the back of his head, clenching his hair
sharply as a cry of pleasure rose unbidden to her lips.
Sean smiled softly and gently toweled off her vagina from the excess
fluid that had flowed against his fingers. "Passionate little thing,
aren't you?"
Amanda blushed deeply. "No no, it's just been umm awhile since I've
had.." She stopped, remembering that this was a Doctor and continued.
"I haven't had intercourse in awhile."
"How long?" Sean snapped the glove from his hand, depositing it neatly
in a hidden waste bin.
"Four years." Amanda thought that saying it would make it seem trivial,
but it wasn't. It spoke of long nights filled with loneliness.
"Why so long?" Sean had picked up her chart again and was writing his
findings of the examination. He kept his eyes on the chart, hoping that
she would continue.
"It wasn't what I expected it to be, and I wasn't too eager to find bed
mate after bed mate to find what I was looking for." Amanda really
didn't expect herself to be so open, but Sean had shared with her. "The
man that took my virginity said that I was frigid. It kind of stuck
with me."
Sean chuckled warmly and then stopped when he saw the pain in Amanda's
face. "Amanda. Amanda, you are FAR from being frigid. You are a warm
and passionate creature that if you were given the time to be aroused
would make most men drool."
Amanda had tears in her eyes at Sean's soft words. "I'm not?"
"No Amanda, you aren't." Sean stood up. "Now, back to this." He pointed
to the chart. "You are healthy enough. Ms. Kathleen has indicated that
she would like to put you on contraceptive. Is this agreeable with
you?"
"Oh yes, of course," Amanda was confused, but didn't find anything wrong
with it. "Do I have to take pills?"
"Nope." Sean had pulled out a vial and a syringe. "One shot of this
should last you the first time for six months. The subsequent shots
will last you three." He drew the liquid carefully through the syringe
and then looked at her. "With it being winter, I would also like to see
you take a bit more Vitamin A and D and that would be fine in a regular
pill form." He stuck the needle into her arm, making her wince. "And
with that, we are done. I have a handout about possible side effects
with this shot. If anything unpleasant occurs, contact the office
immediately and I'll fit you in. In the meantime, if you'll go ahead
and get dressed, I'll tell the receptionist to make your next
appointment in 6 months." Sean stood up and then paused, bending over
to kiss her cheek and whisper softly, "Nice to see you again, Miss
Amanda." He slipped out with the chart and Amanda shook her head.
'Well, Ms. Kathleen said that I would like this Doctor,' Amanda thought
to herself with a smile. She got dressed once more, slinging her winter
coat over her arm and then went back out to the receptionist.
"Six months would make it June.." The receptionist went into specific
dates and Amanda nodded quietly, eyeing the parking lot for the Bronco.
She tucked the appointment reminder in her purse and made her way to
the door, tossing on her coat. There was a definite chill to the air
today, in contrast to 'Dr. Campbell's' warm office.
There was a small gift shop next door to Medical Plaza and Amanda went
in to browse while waiting for Mitchell. She had handmade presents for
the holidays for Ms. Kathleen and Mitchell but she wanted to find a
couple more things as well. She had a couple things in mind, but they
wouldn't be found here. She decided to prevail upon Mitchell to stop by
a couple places before they went home.
Mitchell pulled up just as she exited the gift shop and rather than
parking, pulled up to the curb to let her in. "Hi Miss Amanda. How did
it go?" Mitchell had a grin on his face.
"You KNEW!" Amanda laughed and hit Mitchell's arm playfully. "Brat! Hey
listen, can I ask you a couple of favors?"
"It depends." Mitchell wiggled his eyebrows. "What's up?"
"Where would one find a shop that would have Ms. Kathleen type toys at?"
Amanda smiled.
"Oh, ho ho ho...Okay, I won't tell. Let's see, there's a tack shop she
likes across town and an exotic shop down the ways a bit. Do you know
what you are looking for, Miss Amanda?" Mitchell pulled out of the
Medical Plaza and started down the street.
"Not really, Mitchell. Can we stop at both places if I promise to be
quick?"Amanda grinned. It had been a long time since she had ventured
into an Adult store.
"Sure thing. No need to worry about time. The groceries are done and
it's cold enough outside to keep 'em until we get back, Miss Amanda,"
Mitchell drove down the street and then cut into an alley way. "This
shop is open 24 hours. It's a lot nicer in the daytime though. Men with
only one hand come in at night." Mitchell shot a quick grin at Amanda
which started her laughing. "Do you want me to come in too, Miss
Amanda?"
"No. I'll be fine. Besides you can't peek at presents!!" Amanda laughed
and got out of the Bronco, tightening her coat around her once more and
cursing herself for forgetting her gloves this morning.
When Amanda entered the store, it looked like the lingerie shop that was
back in her hometown, but as she walked in a bit more, there were more
things that were displayed that made her eyebrows go up. A couple that
looked like newlyweds were giggling over some marital aids and the
store clerk came up to greet her.
"Good morning, Ma'am. Can I help you find anything?" The perky voice
coming from this woman before her caused a smile to tickle at Amanda's
lips. Spying the collar on the clerk's neck she smiled more warmly and
nodded.
"Yes you can. I'm looking for BDSM gifts. Particularly for a female
dominant. Could you show me where in your vast displays I could find
what I'm looking for?" Amanda's voice was at a normal tone, but it
carried and the couple at the marital displays glanced over at her
before whispering to themselves.
"Yes of course, Ma'am," the store clerk distractedly played at her
collar and led Amanda to a section of the store that had all sorts of
leather goods as well as books and 'toys'. "If you need any help, just
let me know. My name is Blossom." The clerk moved away discreetly,
straightening shelves as she went.
Amanda looked around catching her breath slightly. Ms. Kathleen's
collection had almost everything this store offered, and better quality
too. She fingered a whip that was almost rubber in quality and snorted
at it. Amanda wandered through the shelves, picking up an item here
another there. She spotted a humor section on the other side of the
shelves, with the wind up hopping penis and other gag items and peeked
around the corner to see what they had. Amanda came out of the store a
short time later, laughing. She climbed into the Bronco with Mitchell
and tucked the bag in back. "Ok, let's hit the other store, but I think
I got most of what I wanted there."
"Sure thing. I got you something." Mitchell handed Amanda a mocha. "You
didn't have your coffee this morning so I figured you could use this
about now."
"Oh what a darling, thanks Mitchell." Amanda drank carefully, letting
the warmth of the liquid slide down her throat.
They traveled across the city outskirts in peace, interrupted by giggles
from Amanda. Whatever she had purchased for Ms. Kathleen had her
tickled. The trip was quick though, no trains and not too many red
lights. The pulled up to the tack store as a huge truck filled with hay
was pulling out.
"Ok. I'll be right back." Amanda slipped out of her seat and stopped.
"NO PEEKING IN THE BAG!"
Mitchell laughed and waved at her. "Yes, Mistress!"
Amanda laughed, shaking her head and went into the Tack and Feed store.
Hungry little chicks were peeping like crazy in a huge bin by the door,
heated by a space heater from above. The kid behind the counter didn't
look old enough to be out of school, but he looked up from a breeder's
magazine and nodded at her.
Amanda inhaled deeply of the smell of leather goods and appraised the
reins and halters hanging from the walls, touching the leather like a
caress. She remembered the last time she smelled leather so deeply and
felt a quivering in her passion. She halted THAT train of thought
quickly. She wandered up and down the aisle, testing several crops for
flexibility and then finding a well made one that was exemplary in
price. Quality at a low cost. Compared to that Adult store this would
last better.
Amanda chose a few more items that she thought would make interesting
additions to Ms. Kathleen's collection and carried them up to the
counter. The boy disinterestedly rang up her items and went back to the
breeder magazine. Amanda felt pleased and walked back to the car. "Okay
Mitchell, we can head home." Home. She smiled and tucked the second bag
behind the seat.
"Yes, Miss Amanda." Mitchell popped a CD into the player and they drove
in a comfortable silence back to Ms. Kathleen's.
*~*
They drove up the drive and came upon Gregory kneeling in the front
bushes, weeding. He was still wearing Henry's pants, but the wax had
been removed from his back. The red mark of her signature made Amanda
blush deeply, but Mitchell said not one word as he backed the Bronco up
by the pantry door. They spotted the other two guests in the wheat
field raking up dead grain. Henry had on Gregory's Armani suit. Ms.
Kathleen opened the pantry door with a smile as Amanda got out of the
Bronco.
"Hi there! Did you have fun?" Ms. Kathleen's tone didn't show anger, but
Amanda didn't want to assume anything.
"It was really the most pleasant Doctor's appointment I've ever had."
Amanda walked quickly to Ms. Kathleen and lowered her eyes, whispering.
"Mitchell doesn't know, I didn't say anything. I'm so sorry for
mistreating a guest, Ms. Kathleen."
Ms. Kathleen chuckled. "From what I gathered, he deserved it hon. We'll
talk more about it inside. THOMAS.. HENRY.. BREAK." The two guests
trotted up to the door, holding the rakes before carefully leaning them
up against the house. "Help Mitchell bring in the groceries, pets, and
then you may have a nibble." Ms. Kathleen turned to go into the house
and then turned back. "Amanda, meet me in the office, ok?"
"Yes Ms. Kathleen," Amanda had a horrible sinking feeling that she would
be dismissed for her behavior, but she grabbed the her bags from the
back of the Bronco before making her way in. Amanda stopped by her
room, leaving her coat, purse and shopping bags before venturing to
knock softly at the den door.
"Come in!" Ms. Kathleen's voice was so pleasant.
Amanda entered and sat down quietly opposite the desk. Ms. Kathleen was
typing something rapidly into the computer and then paused before
looking directly at Amanda.
"If you would like to discharge me for this incident, I would understand
completely." Amanda started before Ms. Kathleen could speak. "I don't
know what came over me. I just thought I could handle it instead of
disturbing you."
"What are you blathering on about? OH Gregory?" Ms. Kathleen laughed. "I
have forgotten more slaves than I care to recall. Besides, you had
other things on your mind this morning. However, I do like the touch of
the signature. Miss A, hmm?"
Amanda blushed deeply and concentrated on her knee.
Ms. Kathleen got up from behind her desk and went behind Amanda, softly
massaging her shoulders. "Amanda, I'm going to tell you a little story
and I don't want you to interrupt ok?"
"Yes Ms. Kathleen," Amanda felt the strong fingers working at her
tension knots and sighed happily.
"Ten years ago, I was not a Dominant, but a submissive. I craved wild
things and had such a wanton lust for more than any Top could offer me.
Then a very creative Master offered me a chance to Top a sub similar to
myself. Needful, unable to be satisfied. The sub and I both came away
from the session satiated and I came away with the need to dominate ALL
the time. The Master that held my collar at the time understood
completely and cut his collar from my neck. He still has it displayed
in his dungeon and has always said that I would never go back to being
submissive, and I haven't. But.. BUT there are some that choose both
lifestyles. These are called switches." Ms. Kathleen's fingers gently
trailed down Amanda's spine. "And I think that that's what you are, my
darling girl."
Amanda shivered deeply, eyes closed, listening.
"I want to ask you to do several things for me, in addition to your
regular duties. First off, we have to cover our asses because of the
situation last night." Ms. Kathleen opened the door and called for
Mitchell to come into the den. Mitchell looked bemused but came in and
kneeled down.
"Mistress, just a reminder. Gregory is still out in front." Mitchell
said in low tones.
"Yes Pet, I know." Ms. Kathleen looked out the window of her den and
nodded. "And still weeding too." Ms. Kathleen pulled open a drawer of
her desk and pulled out a box. "Mitchell you are here as a witness, not
as my slave. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mistress," Mitchell rose and stood quietly watching.
"Amanda, now this may strike you as odd, but bear with me. I'm going to
collar you with a training collar. This will be a Dominate training,
but the guests don't need to know that and you'll effectively be able
to discipline them just as Mitchell does. If you feel uncomfortable
with this, we'll think of something else." Ms. Kathleen opened the box
and revealed one of the black collars that her guests wore while
visiting her. "This still means you report to me, and you are unable to
discipline Mitchell, although he'd probably like it." Mitchell chuckled
softly from the corner. "It also mean that you are submitting to me,
with all that implies, including tasting the submissive side as well.
Someone once said that the best Dominants have been submissives once
themselves. I happen to believe that. Do you understand what this means
and are you willing to give it a try?"
Amanda sat in the chair, quiet, letting it all soak in. Both. Yes, she
had felt both sides before. It would explain much about her. Right now
though she had to make up her mind, for her Mistress required an
answer. Her Mistress. She liked the sound of that. She rose from the
chair and kneeled down, bowing her head to Ms. Kathleen. "Will you
accept my submission, Mistress?" her quiet voice was firm, and she
stayed very still.
Ms. Kathleen glanced at Mitchell who beamed deeply at her, eyes alight
with pleasure. Ms. Kathleen felt a catch in her throat but she pulled
the collar tight around Amanda's neck, sliding one finger for a fit and
then saying softly, "I accept your submission, my darling girl."
Amanda stood up, fingering the collar lightly and then gazed at Ms.
Kathleen. "Thank you Mistress."
"Ok, formalities aside, things will pretty much stay the same, hon," Ms.
Kathleen returned to her desk. "I have today's reports for you to go
through and later this afternoon I want you to join in the training
session as an observer. That's not a request, but an order."
"Yes Mistress," Amanda's fingers still tickled at the collar, then she
realized she was doing it and dropped her hand.
"Very well. Get to work. Thank you Mitchell, return to the kitchen and I
will go see how our Gregory is doing." Ms. Kathleen stood and made her
way to the door. Mitchell smiled at Amanda and made his way out as
well. Amanda gathered up the reports and went into her room.
She felt odd, complete. But at the same time, it meant a deeper meaning
of respect for Ms. Kathleen. Ms. Kathleen had really understood her
despite of what she had done. A couple of tears pricked at her eyes,
trying to escape. But they weren't of sadness, just of deep relief of
finally being able to understand her half selves. She started up her
computer and readied herself for work. She rapidly typed in the daily
reports of Thomas and Henry and what had occurred with them since their
arrival. When she read through Gregory's report, she felt a high flush
when she realized that Ms. Kathleen had included her in the report and
the situation that had called for discipline. As she typed it in, she
tasted the feeling of anger that had passed over her last night and
shook her head. Ms. Kathleen spared no expense in detail, citing each
violation and thoroughly agreeing with the course of punishment. She
must have spoken with Gregory to find out exactly what occurred.
Underneath Gregory's folder there was another. It was a folder on her.
It merely said, SIT/DIT-Amanda. Collared December 15, 19--. As Amanda
created a new file in the computer, she wondered what lay in store for
her.
*~*
Later that afternoon, it started to snow. Very quietly as a hush spread
across the fields, and the heater clicked on in the house a soft carpet
of white formed outside. All of the guests were recalled inside and
were made to kneel in the living room as Mitchell started a fire and
Amanda made hot cider for all.
Gregory was shivering deeply, having been outside all this time with no
shirt and only Henry's thin slacks. The two others weren't much better,
and Thomas was having a hard time kneeling still.
The house warmed considerably with the central heating and the slaves
felt their skin prickle. The fire was crackling and Mitchell went to
knock on Ms. Kathleen's door. Amanda sipped her cider as she curled up
on the couch, watching the guests while a stray finger found it's way
to the collar once more and she thought maybe she should be down there
kneeling with them. Just as she thought it though Ms. Kathleen came
out, laughing at something Mitchell had said and smiled at her. Amanda
sat up a bit more and set her cup down.
"Good afternoon, my darlings," Ms. Kathleen said softly.
"Good afternoon, Mistress," the trio chorused. They each kneeled up a
bit straighter keeping their eyes respectfully down.
"Training is done in many ways. Some find that training consist merely
of scening with a slave. I don't feel that that's a complete way to
train. Your morning consisted of doing work that "I" ordered you to do.
Now that it's started to snow and will no doubt freeze the ground
tonight, I'll have to have you all doing chores inside. This is not
mundane work. This means that you are doing something for me. Not
because you want to do it, but because I expect it of you and I expect
nothing but the best of you. Saying that, I want all three of you to go
downstairs, strip, shower and prepare yourselves to serve me."
"Yes Mistress," they stood in unison and filed down the stairs
whispering to each other.
"SILENCE!" Ms. Kathleen shouted after them. They continued down the
stairs quietly.
Ms. Kathleen turned to Amanda, smiling. "Now. About you. Let's go see
what you've brought with you in ways of outfits that may fit into a
training session. Mitchell, your opinion would be helpful here."
Amanda sadly shook her head as they went down the hall to her room. "I'm
afraid I don't have much to offer in that area. My life has been school
and work so far. I don't really have any fancy clothes except that one
leather dress."
"That would be unsuitable for this afternoon. I know. What about
Halloween costumes?" Ms. Kathleen snapped through the hangers in her
closet, looking. Amanda was thankful she had hid the presents
elsewhere. "Ooooo.." Ms. Kathleen paused, pulling out an "I Dream of
Jeannie" costume from a couple of years back. "Now this would work."
"Oh but I couldn't.." Amanda started to say, but then noticed Mitchell
nodding his head.
"Yes you could and you will. And Amanda..no underwear," Ms. Kathleen
tossed the outfit to the bed, smiled and swept out. Mitchell shrugged
and followed.
No underwear? That would make it totally.. Amanda blushed deeply and
then touched the collar at her throat. If her Mistress desired it, she
would do so.
A few moments later, Amanda stood before the mirror in the outfit and
gazed at herself. The late afternoon was going to dusk and as the soft
muted light came through her window, her breasts were outlined pressing
up against the sheerness of the costume. She saw and felt her nipples
tighten and breathed in sharply. She did look rather fetching in this.
She felt her spirits bolster and she made her way downstairs. She smiled
because Ms. Kathleen had put on Meredith Brooks once more.
As she entered the dungeon, she was pleased to see Mitchell dressed
similarly in a sort of harem pants and vest. She quietly stood next to
him and remained still.
The three guests were brought out of the bathroom, still dripping wet
and naked at the end of Ms. Kathleen's quirt.
"Oh good, Amanda. I think we'll start off at the post room. Mitchell,
Thomas first please." Ms. Kathleen chose a few of the toys from the
shelves and nodded to the other guests and Amanda to follow.
Mitchell was securing Thomas to the post. He made sure his arms were
bound tight and then stepped back, nodding to Ms. Kathleen.
Mitchell snapped his fingers and pointed to the couches surrounding the
post. Amanda sat quietly, watching, feeling the power of authority
rushing over Ms. Kathleen and exuding out toward the room. Henry and
Gregory sat also, but on the other side. Ms. Kathleen handed the toys
to Mitchell and then walked up to Thomas.
Ms. Kathleen let her nails glide down Thomas' naked glowing skin. "Hello
Thomas, I see from the goosebumps you remember your last visit here.
How is your Master?"
Thomas squirmed against the post. "Master is well, Mistress. He sends
his regards and compliments for your work on me last visit."
"And how long will you be with us this time?" Ms. Kathleen chose a
flogger and slowly let the tails of it caress against Thomas' back.
Thomas inhaled sharply. "A week Mistress."
Ms. Kathleen continued teasing the flogger against Thomas' back and
buttocks. "And are your safewords still the same?"
As Amanda watched, she noticed Thomas getting aroused from just the
simplest of conversation and play. She squirmed slightly, and watched
avidly as Ms. Kathleen continued, reaching a hand around to his chest
dragging her nails down before cupping his balls.
"You haven't answered," Ms. Kathleen said and pulled slightly.
"YES Mistress! The safewords are the same!" Thomas moaned deeply. His
eyes shut, and his body moved to Ms. Kathleen 's touch.
"Amanda, this is called a warm up period. I have not begun to play with
this slave, but I have aroused him, reminded him that he has a Master,
and confirmed his safewords." Ms. Kathleen looked at Amanda and then at
the other two slaves. "You two will also have the same benefit of a
warmup. It is essential in ANY play. Warm up differs from each
Dominant, each submissive, so that what I'm doing to Thomas now, may
not occur with you."
Henry and Gregory nodded, eyes wide watching Thomas at the post.
Ms. Kathleen fondled Thomas' arousal and then stepped back, raising the
flogger before letting it fly with a thud against his back. She set a
rythym and proceed to flog back and forth, up and down his back to his
buttocks and back up. Moans and soft grunts from Thomas were
accompanied by the background music set so low that it could barely be
heard. Ms. Kathleen 's total attention was on the slave before her. She
set the flogger down and grabbed a crop striking swiftly five times
against Thomas' buttock, hearing the grunts of surprise in the change
of the toy. She set the crop down as well and walked close up to Thomas
again, dragging her nails down his reddened skin. Thomas cried out,
shaking from the contact. Ms. Kathleen reached around pinching his
nipples tightly.
"Are you enjoying, Thomas," Ms. Kathleen asked in a whisper.
"OH thank you Mistress.. thank you," Thomas visibly shuddered against
the post.
"Ok, we are going to leave Thomas at the post for a few moments, and
Henry, I think you should come with me." Ms. Kathleen motioned with her
hand down the way towards the cool dark storage room. Mitchell followed
closely while Gregory and Amanda hung back, looking back at Thomas and
then stopping just adjacent to the store room.
"Mitchell fetch the
