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COMING OF AGE
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Nineteen the Grand Dame
The staff filed in followed by Margarete who looked a little put out, she had work, to do. “What is all this fuss,” she thought.
“As I was saying, the society in all its wisdom has granted one of us a title of great honor and distinction. I will also say that all of us sitting here have whole heartily approved. I received this communiqué from the society and Sir Peter. Oh maybe I should tell you who it is and what the title is. Everyone was looking around the title of Grand Dame Mistress of the Society de Sade is presented to Mistress Margarete Dela Croix. Everyone rose to their feet and applauded,
Margarete sat down unbelieving, what had just happened. Treasure and Dorothy ran to her, “congratulation ma’am, Dorothy said. Phillip said “bring her up here, Margarete was seated her at the head of the table in a chair they had pulled back from the table.
The Master lined up with their slaves, each Master and slave stood before Margarete, the Masters welcomed her, and then kissed her hand while the slave curtsied to her. Phillip and Treasure approached, Phillip knelt on one knee. He took her hand and kissed it. He said, “Mistress Margarete, my father told me once, you would be a great lady one day, and he wasn’t wrong. This is from Sir Peter he send his congratulations.” “Thank you Master Phillip,” Margarete said. This time the tone in her voice was as an equal to Phillip, not the submissive.
Treasure knelt and hugged Margarete’s leg, “Oh mistress I am so happy for you.” Treasure kissed her hand, “then why you cry Missy Treasure,”
“Now that you’re a mistress you, will leave me. Margarete pulled Treasure up to her, hugged her, “Missy Treasure I will never leave you ever.”
“But you are a Mistress now, I am to them but to you, I will always be yours, you will always be my ma’am.” She whispered in Treasure’s ear,” now go and quit crying.”
“Yes ma’am,” Treasure said. Treasure got up and left with Phillip. Mister Clyde was next, he wished her well and congratulated her, and he couldn’t look at her. Margarete squeezed his hand, she said in a soft voice, don’t be sad Clyde you haven’t lost me, you’re the only man I know that can truly fill and satisfy me. Clyde looked at her, winked, and said, “Yes ma’am, I still love ya you know.” “Yes Clyde I know.”
Margarete stood, she looked at the staff, they were bursting at the seams to congratulate her, she called them over, they hugged her kissed her and congratulated her “Ok” she said; “let’s go we have work to do.” “Yes ma’am.” They said. They followed her into the kitchen, “Ok let’s get it cleaned up.”
“Master, may I go talk to Mistress Margarete,” Treasure said.
“Yes go ahead, she was joined by Michelle and Dorothy and Brenda in the kitchen. Margarete stood there at the sink, up to her elbows in soapy water, scrubbing pots and pans. “What are you doing, Margarete.” Treasure asked.
“Missy Treasure, that title didn’t broke these arms, I gots work to do and now you can’t argue with me. Now you girls, sit, I will be with you in a minute.” Margarete finished the pot she cleaning. She sat down.
“Now girls listen to me and listen well, nothing I mean nothing has changed between us, Missy Treasure what I told you before; I am still you submissive by my own choice. Dorothy you and I are still sisters by my choice; do you hear what I am telling you, and Brenda you and Michelle will be one of my girls just like all the girls here.” All the girls in the kitchen crowded around them. Treasure and Dorothy were crying the girls and Brenda hugged each other and patted Margarete. Margarete smiled and said, “Well now there is one thing I can do.” She pulled a cheroot out of her pocket. Brenda was the first with a light, “without permission.” She said. Margarete puffed her cigar, “thank you Brenda. Now all of you back to work and you girls go back in there make me proud of you.” Within a few minutes, everything had returned to normal. Margarete sat at the table by herself smoking her little cigar watching her girls work.
Margarete felt two hands on her shoulders; she turned to see Lloyd standing behind her. “Mistress Margarete, he said, will you join us in the study.
“Yes Lloyd I will, give me a moment will you,” Margarete said. Margarete entered the study, Phillip, Lloyd, Paul and David welcomed her. They offered her a drink, Margarete said, she would like a beer. Margarete knew there was no beer in the study. David stepped to the door and called Michelle, “bring Mistress Margarete a beer please Michelle,” “yes Sir.” Michelle brought Margarete a cold beer and a glass.
Phillip started, “now that you are a mistress, a Grand Dame, you will be assigned a scribe, and it is the scribe’s position to communicate with the society and others in the society on a formal level. All communication with the scribe will be hand written and mailed; the scribe will post and record all contracts. In an emergency, you can contract the scribe by phone; however, a letter, hand written must follow within seven days. Margarete listened to them for about an hour. She didn’t tell them she knew all of this, Phillip’s father had told her this same thing 20 years ago. Margarete thanked them.
Margarete went out among the Master and the girls. She looked at Bonnie a tall well- built solid looking girl with dark hair and liquid blue eyes. She walked over to her, “Bonnie come with me,”
“Yes Ma’am,” the girl said.
“Bonnie you are going to satisfy me,
“Oh yes ma’am with pleasure, Oh yes ma’am.”
“We will go to your room,
Yes ma’am,” Bonnie led the way to the third floor, Margarete entered the room, she closed the door, leaned back against it and sighed, Bonnie was busy stripping off her clothes, “may I undress you ma’am, are you alright,” Bonnie asked.
“Yes baby I am fine, just a little tired.”
Bonnie undressed Margarete, she folded her clothes, ma’am would you like a shower, or a bath – again Margarete just nodded,
“Yes a bath would be wonderful. Bonnie ran a tub full of hot water. Bonnie sat with her back against the tub. Margarete sat between her legs, leaning against her. Bonnie held Margarete and washed her back and chest, Bonnie’s fingers played with her clit and slit.
“Oh yes,” baby that is good,”
Bonnie kissed her neck, her ears, she fondled Margarete’s ample breast. Playing with her large nipples, Margarete moaned, she lay back in her arms and relaxed. The water began to cool, they got out; Bonnie dried her off, turned down the bed, Margarete laid down. Bonnie lay down beside her. “Hold me baby, just hold me,” Margarete said, Bonnie snuggled up to Margarete and wrapped her arm around her; Bonnie kissed Margarete on her lips tasted her. Bonnie stroked her hair. Bonnie felt Margarete’s knee, bump her knees. Bonnie opened her legs, she felt Margarete’s leg slide up between hers, to her crotch. Bonnie tightened her legs and rolled her hips against her leg.
They lay there slowly making love. Bonnie was totally in tune with Margarete’s body, she knew in advance what Margarete wanted and how fast or slow how hard and soft it was as if Margarete was telling her what to do by mental telepathy. Margarete said not one single word. She moaned, she groaned, her body shivered and shook, it tremble and spasmed, Bonnie brought Margarete to the pinnacle of ecstasy then slowed down to bring her the pinnacle again. Margarete could stand no more her body writhing on the bed, her back arched, Margarete cried out, “Oh god child” Bonnie brought her to orgasm, Margarete muffled a squeal her body shuddered and twisted and she collapsed onto the bed. Bonnie crawled up beside her, took her in her arms, held her head to her breast, and cuddled with her. Bonnie put her hand between her legs and within minutes, she orgasmed. She held onto Margarete tightly. Bonnie whispered to Margarete, “I love you woman,”
“Hush child, I know you do, good night Baby.”
“Good night, Ma’am.
Margarete was awakened by Bonnie with a kiss and a caress, “good morning ma’am, they will be serving breakfast soon. I went to your room and picked this out for you to wear.”
Margarete sat up, “child, I am late; I have to get the breakfast ready,”
“Oh no ma’am, Master Phillip told me to let you sleep; you will join them this morning and take your place with them. I will run your shower. Margarete pulled the comforter around her shoulders, “I will never get used to this, it is going to be different, but I will always have my girls.”
“Mistress Margarete did you say something, Bonnie called out.
“No child,” Margarete mumbled.
“Ma’am your shower is ready Margarete got in the shower. Bonnie washed her from head to toe. She shampooed her hair and shaved her. Then she dried her off, combed and blew her hair dry and helped her dress.
Margarete hugged her, kissed her, “Thank you child.” She sat and waited for Bonnie to dress, “I’m ready ma’am,” Margarete and Bonnie went to breakfast.
Bonnie escorted Margarete into the dining room, she pulled her seat out for her, and Margarete looked around she felt a little odd. Lloyd took hold of Margarete’s hand. Bonnie went to the sideboard to fix Margarete’s coffee, “Margarete,” Lloyd said, “please sit,”
“Mister Lloyd this is very different, me being on the other side now.”
Lloyd looked at her, “Margarete all of us have felt that way, at one time, or another you are no different than any one of us. Frankly, you might be more dominant than anyone here might be.”
“Oh Mister Lloyd,”
“Margarete you forget, I have seen the pit bull in you remember.” Margarete nodded, Lloyd kissed her cheek. Margarete sat, Lloyd pushed her seat in, and Bonnie served her coffee. Lloyd sat on one side. He patted her arm. Bonnie turned to leave. “Bonnie” Lloyd said, where, are you going, take your place beside your mistress,”
“Oh yes Sir, thank you Sir.”
Margarete looked at Lloyd a little rear caught her eye. “Thank you Mister Lloyd thanks.” Margarete said. “Bonnie, go get your coffee and fix us a plate.” Bonnie went to the side bar and fixed their plates.
Phillip and Treasure came in Phillip greeted everyone, he leaned over Margarete’s chair kissed on the cheek, morning mistress, he said. Treasure kissed her cheek, morning mistress Treasure said, Margarete winked at her, morning baby, she said.
Margarete sat back after she finished breakfast. She was glad the weekend was over. They would leave for home in a few hours and things would be back to normal, or at least she hoped they would be back to normal.
“Bonnie after breakfast, help me pack, I want to get Phillip, and Treasure packed. Did you come up with the staff? Bonnie nodded you will go back with us.” Margarete said,
“Yes ma’am.” Bonnie said.
Margarete and Bonnie left the dining room. Phillip and Treasure were in their room. Treasure was packing when Margarete and Bonnie arrived. Margarete and Bonnie began to help Treasure pack, Phillip stood watching, he said, “Mistress Margarete,”
Margarete turned and looked at Phillip, “let the girls do that Margarete,” Phillip said. Margarete smiled and said, “I’m supervising them.” Bonnie giggled, keep packing Margarete said, “Yes ma’am,” Bonnie and Treasure responded together. “Bonnie go fetch William to carry this to the car and then pack my belongings and yours have William put them in the car, you will drive us back to New Orleans, “yes ma’am,” I want to be ready to go by eleven she said, “yes ma’am,” Bonnie said.
Phillip stood there just watching I see you have it under control Margarete, I will go down, and have some coffee. “Yes Phillip, it is all under control.” Phillip left the room, Margarete said, “Wait until I get dat man home, I will show him control.” Treasure began to laugh and fell on the floor, Bonnie burst out laughing too. Margarete looked at Treasure and Bonnie, come here to me. Margarete hugged and kissed them both, now go pack, I want to get home and back to normal.
Treasure wiped the tears from her eyes and said, “Yes ma’am, Mistress Margarete ma’am and began laughing again.”
“Go! Child, I will swat your butt,”
“Oh promises, promises,” Treasure said,
“Get you two, yes ma’am, both Bonnie and Treasure ran out of the room.
“Those girls are going to be my death of me, lord hep me.”
Everything was ready by 11:00 o’clock. Phillip and Treasure said goodbye to David and Michelle and the other who were standing around. Out in the car Bonnie was in the driver’s seat. Margarete was checking to make sure everything was there and packed in the Suburban. Phillip and Treasure came out. Margarete got in the front passenger seat, Treasure and Phillip got in the back. “Home Bonnie,” Margarete said. Bonnie rose up pulled her skirt up to her crotch, looked at Margarete, “had to get comfy, she said. She started the car and pulled out headed back to New Orleans. Margarete looked at Bonnie, the gentle curves of her breasts, the tanned skin on her thighs. Bonnie sensed Margarete was watching and spread her legs a little wider. Margarete leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes for a minute.
Treasure broke the silence, I had a wonderful time, and everything was beyond what I expected. Phillip sat back in his Captain’s chair and reclined it, “I am going to rest,” he said. Treasure, Margarete and Bonnie talked all the way home.
“Mister Phillip,” Margarete said. “When we get to the house, I want to talk to you, about this mistress thing.”
“Ok, Margarete, when we arrive home, we will talk about this Mistress thing.” Phillip said.
Bonnie stopped once for gas and a pit stop for Treasure and the girls to use the restroom. The girls were having a great time. Bonnie told them she was a widow, her husband was an engineer on an oilrig in the gulf, and he died when it exploded. She was working odd jobs and doing whatever to make ends meet. Her husband was a friend of Clyde’s that is how she came to work this weekend at the party. Margarete listened closely to what Bonnie told them. Margarete turned around to look at Mister Phillip. She looked him in the eye, he winked at her, and nodded Margarete winked back. “Bonnie, I am sure a job will come along, that will suit you to a “T,” Margarete said.
“Oh I hope so; I don’t want to touch his insurance money. Now that he is gone, I will need that for my retirement.
Treasure said, “Bonnie why not let Master Phillip, invest your money he is a genius.”
“I will be happy to give Bonnie some names of some very smart and capable people who have their fingers on the pulse of the market they will give you better service than I could.” Phillip said.
“Bonnie, do you want us to drop you off or take you home after dinner?”
After dinner would be fine, I don’t have anything to go home too,” Bonnie said.
“Then it is done after dinner it is then. Bonnie pulled into the garage at 5:00 o’clock in the evening. Let’s get it unpacked Mister Phillip would you unlock the house please. Bonnie bring your belongings in, I don’t know what car I will use to take you home. Ok, Bonnie said. Phillip unlocked the house leaving the doors open behind him; he checked the down stairs rooms. Then he went to his office, he checked his messages and then his E-Mail.
Phillip heard the clatter of the little plastic wheels on the luggage as it traveled across the portico. Phillip looked out the window. Bonnie bent over at the waist trying to stuff everything back into a suitcase, her skirt pulled up over her butt. Phillip had a beautiful view of her assets; he smiled and tapped his knuckle against the glass, poor Bonnie about jumped out of her skin and over the suitcase. She stood, looked around all she could see was her reflection in the window. She composed herself and carried the half- closed suitcase into the kitchen, Phillip turned Margarete was smiling at him, “you are so bad Mister, Phillip” Margarete laughed.
“Mister Phillip about this grand dame thing, I don’t want to change anything here. I don’t want to leave here. “Oh,” Mister Phillip why did they do this to me?”
Whoa, wait a minute, who says you have to leave? Who says anything has to change?” Phillip said.
“But I am a mistress now, you’re a master, I cannot, I am so confused.”
“Margarete the title is yours for better or worse, what you do with it is up to you, you, don’t have to be a mistress here, nothing will change between us. I would expect you to do your duties here, that I have contracted you to do as my housekeeper. The contract you had with my father I will honor you are a free woman, you have given yourself freely to Treasure you will continue her training and be her submissive. You have given yourself freely to be my sensual service submissive when I call upon you. Is this not correct.
“Yes it is,” Margarete said.
“Do you want anything to change?”
“No I don’t,” she said.
“Then nothing will change here except when we entertain in a formal setting you will be the Grand Dame, is that clear.”
“Yes, very clear. Thank you, Phillip.” Margarete said.
COMING OF AGE
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Twenty Waxed
Treasure, dressed in a painted floral Kimono, and Phillip went up the narrow staircase, to the third floor clock tower. Phillip stopped on the landing, he took and old key from his pocket and unlocked the door; he turned the handle and kicked the lower portion of the door with his foot, the door sprung open, Phillip pushed it open, the hinges squealing in protest; Phillip Stepped inside taking Treasure with him, Phillip
Closed the door, the room was dark; the only light was from the cracks in the boards over a window high up on one wall. The room was cool, it seemed to Treasure the walls were covered with shadows from the rays of light that streaked in through the cracks in the boards. The shadow? Dark objects and shapes stood silently in the dark as if they were the skyline of a dead and deserted city.
Treasure inhaled a breath, the air smelled faintly of spices, flowers, elixirs; some vaguely familiar other strange, some were even piquant to her senses. Treasure’s eyes adjusting to the darkness, she began to see more of the shapes.
Treasure heard a rasping scraping sound; she looked to see the match exploding into a flame of light, the yellow glow of the flame, the acrid smell of sulfur, as Treasure’s eyes adjusted to the dim light of the match.
Phillip Began to light the candles first, one candle, then another, the soft yellow glow of the room becoming brighter with each candle he lit, the shadows began to take shape. They were candles, tall ones, short ones, thin and fat, square and round and tapered and straight, the flame on the wick the light diffused through the opaque wax illuminating the top of each candle, candles were lit on each of the four walls.
The room faint with the smells the airy gossamer aromas began to come alive, they were reborn, rekindled into life the deep rich fragrance of Jade and vanilla and of nutmeg and rose, a thousand different fragrances blending, merging, melding into a delicious scintillating treat for her senses.
The room now finally lit the 100’s of candles; the aroma’s warming the senses, the soft warm glow of the light, and the yellow flames from the bee’s wax candles twinkling around the room. The drafts making the flames dance on a random rhythm.
In the center of the room, suspended from the tall dark ceiling hung a rack, a wire rack which held hundreds of candles all white, the same diameter and height.
A soft delicate music began to fill the room. The sound surrounded her; the music seemed to penetrate the pores of her skin. Treasure shivered, she flipped her hair back with her hand, and she stood in the middle of the room, the wall a glow in the light of the candle casting a golden hue on whatever surface it touched.
Treasure’s eyes returned to the rack, the candles were sitting on a metal base like a small saucer with clips on the side to hold the candles up right; the wire frame was covered in wax, the wax hung like stalactites from the bottom of the rack. Some looked like daggers. Treasure jumped at his touch, he stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders, and he gently pulled the floral painted kimono from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.
Phillip wrapped her hair up, tucked it in a black mesh bag, and pinned it to her head. Treasure stood her arms at her side her feet shoulder width apart.
Phillip picked up a vial pulled the glass stopper out, poured a small amount into his hand, he set the bottle down and rubbed his hands together and began to coat Treasure’s back, his hands moved like a painters, short and long strokes, wide flaring strokes, circular strokes covering her back, her butt and her legs, adding a drop of the spicy scented oil as needed. Phillip turned Treasure to face him, he dripped a few drops on her shoulders and her breasts before he began to paint her again, his hands moving slowly deliberately covering her body, her arms, her neck, the tops of her feet with the spicy scent of Frankincense. Treasure’s body glowed in the light of the candles, the flames reflection danced on her body, she was basking in the glow of the light, the tingle of the oil, and the sounds of gossamer music, her senses were almost complete. Phillip took a small tablet from his pocket; he slipped it between Treasure’s lips. Treasure took the tablet into her mouth sucking it. The flavor of the universe burst forth in her mouth.
Phillip led Treasure to the bench, he seated her adjusted her body on the bench and rolled her under the rack of candles.
Phillip struck a match, he lit a piece of string, it sparked and glowed, she watched it travel from candle to candle lighting them, the rack began to glow, Phillip would occasionally light or relight a candle missed by the fuse. The scented candles began to burn and melt, the center of the room was lit. Treasure could see through the rack to the ceiling a mural, a mural of her was painted on the ceiling, Treasure smiled.
The first drop of wax fell landing right above Treasure’s belly bottom, the sharp; sting then the warmth of the drop began to settle over he, another drop this time on her right knee, the wax running down the inside of her knee, more drops followed, it started like a gentle sprinkle of rain, a drop here, a drop there, she felt the sting and then warmth of each drop. A drop landed on her vulva at the pinnacle of the labial cleft. Treasure took a deep breath, the; pain, the pleasure, the sting the warmth all mixed with the senses of smell and taste and hearing.
She felt the wax hit her throat, her breast, her belly ad arms, the sprinkle of wax became a shower, the shower became a storm, and the wax completely covering Treasure’s exposed body. The wax had cocooned her and then it stopped the last few drops fell as the candles died out, the smell of the wicks and the smoke pitch up towards the ceiling. Treasure was hot; wax covered her from her neck to her toes. Phillip took his wax dipper and completed the waxing of Treasure. She was covered with a layer of wax, varying from ⅛ inch to ½ inch. Treasure was awash in senses her mind humming from the pain centers and yet she was aroused, every sense she had was heightened, Treasure saw a flash.
Treasure diverted her eyes to Phillip he was standing there holding a razor between his thumb and index fingers. The razor an antique, the ivory handle was a delicious shade of creamy yellow, the blade shined in the light, the blade engraved with gold filigree. Phillip began to strop it on a leather strap, he would check the blade after a few strokes on the strop, and finally he turned to her, “now my pet, time to remove that wax. Phillip threw a towel over his shoulder. Phillip began to shave the wax off Treasure. Phillip slid the razor beneath the wax and the skin slowly peeling the wax from her in tight little curls, the wax falling to the floor. Treasure could feel the pull of the razor as it cut the hairs and lifted the wax off her. It was like a fluid somewhat, vibrating motion. Treasure lay back, she wouldn’t move no matter how skillful Phillip was if she moved or shivered, he could cut her to the bone before even he could react.
Phillip began at her right shoulder, shaving the wax from the face of her arm. Then the outside and the inside of the arm, too the elbow, to her hand, Phillip shaved the wax off her leg, the face of her leg, then the outer thigh, to the knee leaving the wax on her inner thigh. Phillip shave her other leg I the same manner and her other arm was lay in heaps around Treasure. Phillip skillfully working the blade and out of all the little crevices, working slowly around her knees and ankles. Phillip stood and stretched, the music filled the air, and its ether sounds. Phillip cleaned the razor on the towel, “now my beauty,” he thought. Phillip laid the razor against her neck pulling down towards her breasts in small strokes cleaning the wax from her chest. He worked down between her breast to her belly; he worked the razor against her skin slowly traveling down towards her mound. He stopped at her belly button. Phillip closed the razor turned it around, he used the finger rest on the end of the blade to remove the wax from her belly button, Treasure snickered, and Phillip traced a few more circles around her belly button and belly.
Phillip gave her a few minutes to calm down, and then he shaved the wax from her breasts, working up towards her nipples then stopped at the areola of each one.
Phillip moved to her belly then to her mound with one steady sweep of the razor, the tight curly patch of strawberry blond pubic hair on her mound came off with the wax. Phillip took extra to remove all the wax from her vulva and inner thighs before returning to her breasts. Phillip slowly shaved up to the nipples then with his teeth pulled the last remaining wax off of Treasure. Phillip kissed her breasts, Treasure’s skin, which had a wonderful dark tan now, had a pinkish glow to it, her skin sensitive and alive each nerve ending charged, and ready for the next sensation. Phillip pulled Treasure off the bench, backed her slowly to the wall. Phillip raised her leg, held it at waist height, he reached down pulling his hard cock up toward Treasure, and he thrust his hips, his cock slid into Treasure. Treasure rolled her hips to accept all of Phillip.
Treasure’s back against the cool brick wall, the heat from her waxed front and then Phillip his manhood madly pounding into her, the staccato thrusts the glow from the candles the scents, Treasure’s mind over loaded with pleasure grabbed Phillip, she clung to him, pulling him tight holding him, her body began to shake and tremble. Treasure’s knee buckled, she was now pinned to the wall by Phillip. Treasure groaned, rolled her hips towards him, her head fell backwards resting on the wall, her mouth opened, a low guttural sound resonating from the depths of her soul rose an filled the room. Treasure ‘s body shook violently, Phillip felt her spasm, he felt her orgasm, after orgasm; Phillip thrust one more time up into Treasure’s wanton spasming body; Phillip’s cock erupted, spewing his seed deep into her. Phillip thrust again pushing into her, his cock erupted again bathing her voracious wanton pussy with his seed. Treasure’s head fell forward collapsing on his shoulder, she shivered, and she kissed his neck. Treasure wrapped her arms around Phillip’s neck.
Phillip rested against Treasure; he pulled her to him and stood dropping her leg. Treasure was like a rag doll. Picked her up in his arms, laid her down on the bench, and covered her with the kimono. Tucked him in, straightened up, and began to extinguish the candles with a snuffer and a long pole the room slowly darkened as the candles were snuffed out. Phillip left two candles at the door burning. Phillip picked Treasure up and carried her to the door, snuffed the last two candles as he left the room, he carried her to their bedroom laying her on the bed. Phillip kneeled beside her; he kissed her sensuous full lips. I love you he whispered; then kissed her again. No mortal man could or ever will love a woman anymore or any less than I love you. Phillip said as he kissed her once more. Phillip stroked her hair. Treasure’s spent body lay there before him; Phillip laid beside her holding her, he thought of them, he said to himself when I return from Phoenix I will ask her to be my wife and to bear me a child, no children as many as she can bear me. Phillip fell asleep, “he dreamed of his new wife, his many children, their long life together.”
COMING OF AGE
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Twenty-one Phoenix
Treasure slipped beneath the covers, “good morning my precious one eyed snake,” Treasure said, as she sucked him into her mouth,
“Mmmm,” Phillip stirred and rolled over to lie on his back. Phillip’s manhood hardened in her warm mouth, her tongue teased him, “oh yes, my girl,” Phillip exclaimed. Phillip threw back the covers, he saw his Treasure, and she was a nice creamy pink color, a sun burned pink to be exact. Phillip caressed her head, “come here to me, “he said. Treasure crawled up and lay in his arms. Phillip hugged her and kissed her. He started to say something but he stopped there were things he wanted in place before he asked her to marry him besides, he didn’t have the ring, he wanted this to be special, “good morning,” Phillip said. “Let’s shower, then I will fix you breakfast, and since we are alone,” he patted her on her butt. Treasure kissed him and got out of bed.
Treasure moved slowly, it was as if she was painted pink on her front. Phillip put his arm around her and walked with her to the bathroom. Today he would spoil her, he washed her, and he washed her hair. Treasure turned away from him and bent over at the waist placing her hands on her knees. He looked at his Treasure, “Oh my girl, I so love you,” he slowly slipped his cock into her. Phillip took his time toying with her, pleasing her. Her body shook, and spasmed, they orgasmed together, Phillip finished washing her; he dried her off and held her robe for her. Phillip had not done this for in a very long time.
“What is he up too? Something is up with him,” she thought.
Phillip pulled a seat out for Treasure and then he began to make a mess in the kitchen calling it breakfast for his girl. Treasure loved the thought, the effort; she shuddered at the mess he would leave for Margarete to clean up after breakfast was over. Phillip served her coffee, then her breakfast. He ate slowly, watching her he looked at her as if he had never seen her before.
“Phillip, are you alright? You’re acting a little strange,” Treasure said.
“Oh yes! Baby, I am just fine, I have never felt better in all my life.” Phillip responded.
“Ok,” she said.
Phillip cleared the table scraped the dishes in the trash, washed the dishes and wiped down the counters. Treasure was surprised.
Phillip took Treasure’s hand “come with me,” he said. Treasure followed Phillip out to the portico; he hit the switch, the top of the hot tub began to rise. Phillip turned to her, he took her into his arms, he held her tight against him; he kissed her neck, her ears, he nibbled on her shoulders; he slid off her robe, together they stepped into the tub, he pulled her close to him. “I love you,” he said to Treasure.
“And I love you too,” she said and kissed him.
Treasure thought, “What is the old scoundrel planning, he is acting so romantic, he is never like this. “ I will have to be ready for anything,” she told herself.
Phillip pampered Treasure all day, “come on, let’s go out to dinner. Get dressed, he patted her butt, “casual” he said, as she walked toward her closet. “We will walk in the moonlight,” he said.
Treasure thought “La Belle Noire.” Treasure dug through her closet and found the dress she wore the first time he took her there. It was a little tight, yet if fit her better now. Treasure slipped on her shoes. I am ready Master she said emerging from the closet. Phillip looked at her as Treasure whirled around. Phillip was dressed in one of his casual black outfits. Treasure slipped on her cardigan. They walked arm in arm, two blocks down and two blocks over, The La Belle Noire, Phillips one and only place of escape, no one disturbed him, when he was there. Phillip tapped on the door. Come in Mister Dubois and Miss Treasure, we are so glad to have you back with us tonight. “Thank you Jean Paul.” Phillip and Treasure stepped in the dark hallway and Jean Paul closed the door behind them. This way Monsieur Dubois, they were seated at his Phillips table.
“Jean Paul the Scampi étouffée how is it tonight,” Phillip asked.
« Monsieur Dubois, mais oui, par excellence. »
« Deux fois, s il te plaît, Jean Paul,
« Oui monsieur Dubois. »
« Jean Paul, Vin rouge, le meilleur Très bon, »
“Oui, Monsieur.”
Treasure pulled her skirt up to her crotch. Phillip smiled, rubbed her thigh, and put his hand between her legs. “Oh yes Master,” Treasure said. Phillip and Treasure ate their dinner and drank the whole bottle of red. Phillip ate and talked to Treasure, Phillip rarely talked during dimmer, he rubbed her thigh all through dinner, when they were through eating Phillip ordered two slices of key lime pie and coffee, “this was totally out of character for Phillip, some was definitely wrong here, “Treasure thought.” Phillip signed the check, it was a little brisk, Treasure pulled her cardigan around her, and Phillip wrapped his arm around her.
Treasure saw the place she had peed, the first time they went to La Belle Noire. Treasure slipped away from Phillip and backed into the alley, she leaned back against the wall lifted her leg and put it on the trash can, she pulled Phillip to her, she kissed him, “Phillip,” she whispered in his ear, “take me, and take me now.” Phillip pulled his zipper down. Treasure reached down, pulled his cock free of his pants, he hardened in her hand, she held it, squeezed it. Phillip pushed forward; Treasure guided his cock into her, waiting wanton lusting pussy.
“Oh, yes! Phillip, fuck me,” Treasure cooed in his ear, “Oh yes Master,” Phillip held her close, he took her leg in his arm and lifted it, and pushed deeper into Treasure’s body. Phillip held her tight and kissed her, it seemed an eternity had passed locked in an embrace in each other’s arms. Phillip orgasmed, Treasure held him tight against her, Treasure worked her muscles, and she orgasmed. Phillip dropped her leg, Treasure straightened her dress and straightened up Phillip she put his cock in his pants and zipped his fly.
Treasure squatted and peed, the sound of her urine as it collided with the cobblestone pavers and the distinct smell aroused him. Phillip looked at her, Treasure stood, Phillip took her mound in his hand and squeezed it, “Mmmm slut, let’s go home.” Phillip and Treasure walked arm an arm back to the house. Phillip told Treasure that he had to go to Phoenix in the morning. “I will be gone only a few says, a week at the most.”
Treasure kissed him, “I will pack for you in the morning,” she said.
Phillip unlocked the door, “let’s go to bed.”
“Oh yes Sir,” Treasure said.
Treasure awoke early; Phillip was dead to the world. Treasure went down, made coffee, and fixed the morning tray. “I’m glad Margarete will be back on Monday,” Treasure thought as she carried the tray to the bedroom and woke Phillip, the way a proper slave should. “Oh yes my girl,” Phillip moaned. Phillip sat up, picked up his coffee. Phillip rested his hand on Treasure’s head until he had taken a sip or two of his coffee, and then he removed his hand. Treasure continued to; please him, “Oh yes Mmmm.” Phillip reached under the covers; he pulled Treasure around and slid his hand up her between her thighs. Treasure moved and opened her legs to him. Phillip stroked her; he brought her to orgasm Phillip orgasmed a few minutes later. Phillip finished his coffee. Treasure threw the cover back; she came up and straddled him. She rolled her hips; Phillip slid his cock into Treasure. Treasure rode Phillip until they exhausted themselves. Treasure collapsed onto Phillip’s chest then rolled off him. She lay stretched out on her side facing him. Phillip thought that she was as beautiful today as she was seven years ago when she came to be his slave.
Phillip thoughts returned to that day when she walked into his home and into his life; had he not been so stubborn then he would have married her then; he had waited seven years, he could wait another week. Phillip finished his coffee, “come on,” he said, shifted to the side of the bed, threw his legs off. Treasure climbed on his back wrapped her arms around his neck. Phillip reached back grabbed her legs and stood up, he gave Treasure a piggyback ride to the bathroom “Whoopee.” Ride’ em cowgirl,” she said. Treasure slipped off his back. Treasure shaved Phillip, washed him, she shampooed his hair, and then she dried him off. Treasure took a quick shower as Phillip dressed. Treasure put on a robe and packed Phillip’s bag. She put enough in to last a solid week. She packed a few little Treasures for him as well. She rolled the case to the elevator and took it to the first floor.
Phillip was in his office, he had just hung up the phone, he typed out and sent a few E-Mails; he hit the sleep button, the computer went to sleep, it would wake up for E-Mails then go back to sleep until he woke it.
Phillip wondered what his great-grandfather would have thought about, the computer; hello, his great grand daddy would have put a musket ball in it.
Phillip got up hugged Treasure gave her a kiss, swatted her butt a couple of times. Treasure watched him walk down the portico to the garage and drive off to the office. Treasure sat down at the table. Treasure poured herself a cup of coffee. She went into the den, sat on the sofa; she picked up the novel she had been reading for a month now. “I will get to finish it this weekend,” she said. Treasure picked up the remote, pushed power, then play, she listened to her classical music and read her book. Treasure couldn’t have been any happier than she was at this moment
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