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The Ride - 2/22/2005 1:57:02 PM   
Stern1960


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The Ride

She felt dirty and unattractive, despite her best efforts to be as cleaned up as his instructions had allowed. She had washed with the cold water at the sink and brushed her now filthy hair as best she could. Would he take one look at this grubby, scruffy, forlorn slave and walk out forever?

She pushed these thoughts from her mind, replacing them with a sort of mental chant, “Cat trusts her Master. Cat trusts her Master.”

She wanted to light candles in celebration of His return. He loved candles and surely He would appreciate her initiative. But, no, she was a slave. It wasn’t in His instructions. Was he testing her here, too? Was she supposed to know to light candles for His return? She lit the large one on the coffee table and quickly blew it back out, waving the little trail of smoke away, lest He smell it if he arrived right now. This had to be the worst.

Cat trusts her Master. Cat trusts her Master.”

Maybe He’d been trying to call her! She had unplugged the phone because it drove her crazy not to be able to answer it. If something had happened and He could not get back today, would He call? She plugged it back in. What should she do if it rang?

Cat trusts her Master. Cat trusts her Master.”

As the afternoon wore on, she found herself rushing to the front window every time she heard a car pass, even if it didn’t sound at all like His car. Maybe something happened. Maybe he couldn’t come at all. Maybe he wouldn’t come at all…

Cat trusts her Master. Cat trusts her Master.”

Toward evening, the candle question answered itself. The instructions had called for no use of electricity, so cat lit several candles, carefully placing and moving and judging until she felt sure that they were shedding the most flattering light.

Another car. She ran to the window and peeked out. It was Him!

She couldn’t bear to look in a mirror, but felt her hair, squared her shoulders and took a long cleansing breath. She sprinted to the front door and dropped to her knees, head bowed, in anticipation of His arrival.

She heard the key in the door, saw the knob turn and felt the cold blast of air as He entered. He did come back! Her heart was fluttering, almost choking her.

“Hello, kitten,” he said, reassuringly. He reached out to cup her cheek. “Did you miss Me? I sure missed you.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, hoarsely, almost out of practice with speaking aloud after her five days’ solitude.

As she knelt before Him, He reached and petted her hair soothingly.

“You followed My instructions, cat?” He asked. She nodded.

“Truth?” His eyes were searching. His grip tightened around a handful of hair.

“Truth, Master,” she pleaded.

“Good girl.” He smoothed her hair and gently stroked her. He took his hand away, feeling the grease from her hair. “You are a mess, my little kitten,” He smiled.

She blushed slightly.

“Not to worry, pussycat, we’ll get you fixed up.”

He held out a gray bundle of clothing to her.

“Put this on,” He said, flatly.

She stood up and unfurled the garment, a shapeless, knee-length gray shift, and pulled it on over her head. It was completely bland and intentionally unattractive, like some hospital garb… or prison frock.

He unfastened her collar and cuffs and slipped them into His pocket.

“Get the journal and let’s go,” He continued. “And you will need a coat, it’s very cold out.”

He brushed past her to extinguish the candles.

“The candles look nice, cat. You know how I love candles. Thank you.”

She had not expected this. Go out? No ‘welcome back to the world’? No kiss? No… nothing?

“Sir?” she asked, timidly, “Where are we going?” The thought of going out looking and feeling like this sent a shudder through her.

“To the next level,” He replied, smiling that half-smile that both thrilled and terrified her. “Let’s go!”

He turned and walked out the door and down to the car. She put on her coat and followed, wondering what the “next level” could be. “Cat trusts her Master. Cat trusts her Master,” repeated the mantra in her brain.

At least the car was warm. He pulled quickly away from the curb.

“Here,” He said, handing her a small shoulder bag from the back seat. “A little nourishment. There is some juice in the little cooler behind My seat. I can’t reach it from here.”

She opened the bag and retrieved two oranges and two apples. She bit into one of the apples greedily.

“Careful,” He laughed, “Don’t choke on it. And make them last, it’s going to be a long drive.”

She dug further into the bag, pulling out an “Itty Bitty Book Lite”. She looked puzzled.

“Clip it to the cover of the Journal,” He directed. “You’re going to read to Me for a while. If it makes your stomach upset, just say so and you can stop.”

Her stomach was already upset. A long drive to… where? And now she had to read her Journal out loud to Him. She had known all along that He would read it, He had told her so. But, to read it all out loud, in front of Him…

Cat trusts her Master. Cat trusts her Master.”

She fitted the light to the cover of the Journal, opened to the first page and read, “Day One.”

Soon they were out on the highway, heading west toward New Jersey. She was trying to focus on her reading, but getting more and more curious about their destination. She knew He was paying attention to her writings, because He asked her to re-read certain sections, as though He was memorizing them.

Their car followed I-80 across New Jersey, toward the Water Gap and Pennsylvania.

“Sir?” she finally worked up the courage to ask.

“Yes, kitten?” He replied.

She paused, looking for the best way, the correct way, to ask the question.

“Will i know where we are going before we get there?” she finally managed.

“I don’t know, kitten,” he replied, amused by her honest effort. “Would you like to know?”

“Very much, Sir,” she returned, anxiously, her whole body turning toward Him.

“I needed to find a place, a new and neutral place, where we can work together, you and I, without distraction. A place where Mrs. What’s-Her-Name’s curtains don’t flutter every time we come and go, and cum and go.” He smirked. “We needed a place where you can be you and I can be Me and We can be Us. I found such a place, but it turned out to be some distance from here. That’s where we’re going.”

“Oh,” she mumbled blankly, trying desperately to determine whether He had, actually, told her where they were going, or not.

“Cat, I need you rest now. We still have a ways to go and lots to do when we get there. You will need to rest.” Cat put on her best ‘pouty face’. It was of no use. “We each have our jobs to do, here. My job is to drive now and your job is to rest now. If we get too far ahead of ourselves, we’ll just get distracted and confused. And befuddled. You don’t want to be befuddled, do you?”

Part of her wanted to be irritated at His talking to her like some child, part of her was somehow deeply satisfied by it and the rest of her just kept thinking: “Cat trusts her Master. Cat trusts her Master.”

She took a breath and shook her head.

“Good girl. Now curl up against my shoulder and try to get some z’s. I promise I will wake you up when we get close and all will be revealed. OK?”

She nodded reluctantly and snuggled into his shoulder. He reached over with His left hand and gently stroked her hair, shhh-ing her softly as she drifted into a fitful sleep.
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RE: The Ride - 2/23/2005 5:11:49 AM   
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OHHOHH more please.



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RE: The Ride - 2/23/2005 1:12:58 PM   
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Yes,please!! More! Nesa-jo

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RE: The Ride - 2/23/2005 2:08:38 PM   
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“Wake up, kitten, we’re almost here.” She sat up, her neck stiff from sleeping on His shoulder. He reached up and instinctively began rubbing her neck, “Sleep well?” He asked.

Cat looked out the window. They weren’t on the highway, anymore, now tracking through some country road. Up ahead was “Ma Kettle’s Diner” (open 24 hours) with a cheesy looking neon sign of a coffeepot endlessly pouring into a mug.

“Last chance pee stop,” He grinned. He put on His worst Southern drawl, “Leak now er ferever hold yer pee-iss!” He turned off the car.

Inside there was a weary looking waitress, clearly near the end of her shift. Two truckers at counter stools turned to see them enter and quickly returned to their greasy fixin’s. In addition to the counter, there were several merchandise shelves, mostly featuring camping and hunting gear, stale looking candy and snack foods and some miscellaneous souvenirs. He pointed to the ladies’ room for cat and disappeared beyond the well-worn men’s room door.

The ladies’ room was slightly less filthy than cat had feared. She wiped down the seat, pushed the pee from her bladder with all due haste, washed her hands and returned to the “dinning room” (that’s what the hand carved sign called it) as quickly as she could. This place, unfamiliar and far from home, made her nervous. Master was a bit of a trickster and she didn’t relish the idea of being left here to fend for herself, alone. Cat peeked out through the front window to make sure His car was still there.

She repeated to herself: “Cat trusts her Master. Cat trusts her Master.”

“Miss me?” She hadn’t heard Him come up behind her. It made her jump. She smiled, very happy to see Him.

He saw her eyeing the bags of chips on display at the end of one rack. “You must be starving,” He whispered. “Don’t waste yourself on that junk, we’ll eat properly when we get there. It’s really very close.” He swept away before she could ask Him where “there” was.

Soon they were on their way, again, into the blackness of the night.

Headlights from an oncoming car illuminated the roadway before them. As it passed them, cat could make out the license plate: PRZ T LRD

“You’re not taking us to some revival or born again thing, are You?” She begged.

“Nooo,” He laughed, “Nothing like that.” He pointed to a lighted sign, just ahead on the road. The sign read, “Mount Olympus Poconos Resort 1 Mi.”

“A Resort?” Cat exclaimed. “You booked us a honeymoon resort?” She started kissing His face madly.

“No, Cat!” He pushed her back into her seat, hard. “How well is this going to go if you send me into a ditch! Now look, there’s a lot going on here. If this is going to work for us, we both have to follow the rules.

She settled back into her seat. Somehow His scoldings stung more than His belt, sometimes.

“Listen, I was getting to the point where I wasn’t sure I could handle you. You are quite a handful, you know.” Cat shrunk back into her seat a bit, tentatively reaching out for a juice box, which turned out to be empty.

He continued, “I sought advice from an old friend of mine, Martin, Lord Martin to you, a Master who has been training and nurturing slaves for over twenty years. I asked Him what I could do to train you and He told me that you don’t need training… I do.”

She looked up at Him, confused.

“He says it’s a matter of consistency. You call me ‘Master’, but I’m no ‘Master’ to you. I try to dominate you and control you, but I cannot control myself. I’ve done you a grave disservice, cat. One minute I’m strict and stern, giving you a place and limits and an order that lets you feel secure and loved. Next I’m looking the other way at little infractions, letting you break the rules and do what you want, just because it makes you happy for the moment, but it always ends up making you moody and petulant. Eventually, I miss-punish you with strop or a paddle, which, lets face it, only teaches you to creatively misbehave more.”

She blushed a little, tucking her chin to her chest and looking up at him with her most mournful eyes, trying, unsuccessfully, to look contrite.

“You are a very naughty girl.” A trace of a smile escaped his lips before he resumed is serious demeanor.

“Seriously, though, cat, you are not to call me ‘Master’, until I have truly earned it. Martin said, and I agree, that the key to this is that we need to find our limits, test our limits, stretch our limits. Yours and mine, both. And that is what we are going to do for the next three days, cat, all according to The Plan.”

They pulled into the Mount Olympus Poconos Resort. Cat stared out the window. Where was this going? What was “The Plan”? Would she be up to it?

Cat trusts her Master. Cat trusts her Master.”

They parked in front of Suite #3. The porch light was lit. He turned off the car.

He looked directly at her, through her, the way He could do, sometimes. Her eyes flitted from His chest to the dash to the door latch, anywhere, except His eyes. Finally, with nowhere else to look, her eyes fell onto His face, hypnotizing her. He continued, “If you are truly ready, truly willing to earn My collar and your place with Me, I will teach you to truly submit.” He opened the car door. “And you will teach Me to truly Master you.”

Suddenly, cat was a bit afraid.

Cat trusts her Master. Cat trusts her Master.

Cat took a cleansing breath. They got out of the car and walked silently up the walk up to the cabin. He took out a key card and reached to unlock the door.

He paused, midway, and froze, staring at the key in His hand.

“Do you trust me?” he said, quietly, sincerely.

“Cat trusts her Mast… You Sir,” she replied, obediently.

“No… no.” He turned to face her, grasping both her shoulders and turning her toward him, toe to toe.

“What I mean, Cat, is do you trust me?”

She stared at Him, trying to translate, to process His request. After all the things they had done with one another, to one another, she never felt more naked, more exposed, more… embarrassed.

She looked into His eyes. With the porch light behind Him, His face was in sharp relief. He looked so intense, almost too intense.

She took a sharp breath. This was not a question from a Master to a slave, a Dom to a sub, but a question from HIM to HER.

“I trust you, David,” she decided, making her choice.

His eyes softened. He leaned down, kissing her mouth tenderly, almost imperceptibly.

“Thank you,” he replied, softly.

“Inside with you, then, slave,” He ordered. He turned, inserted the key card and ushered her inside.

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RE: The Ride - 2/23/2005 4:57:43 PM   
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Wow kewl twist and i like the fact that a dom admits he needs help thats wonderful! more please!!!!!



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RE: The Ride - 2/24/2005 3:32:39 PM   
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more again, please?

it sounds like my One.

*s*
thank You for sharing this so far.




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RE: The Ride - 2/25/2005 2:07:53 AM   
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Marley

Cat took on her best submissive posture, erect, shoulders back, head bowed. A warm billow of air met her as she crossed the threshold. Her eyes traced around the room, taking in each detail. It was beautiful.

The large living room was nicely furnished with a chair and ottoman, a sofa and a large plasma TV. The walls were decorated with raised panels framing romantic landscapes, lush drapes covered the windows and… a FIREPLACE! Behind the sofa were four columns, separating the living room from the bedroom beyond. She could see the mirrors on the ceiling and wall above a huge, round bed. Her heart soared.

“You may thank me now, cat,” He said, casually. She smiled and reached for His belt buckle.

He pushed her hand away. “No, cat,” He said, soothingly, “Remember, We are in training. We need to do this by the book, all to The Plan.”

“Thank you, Ma… Sir,” she demurred, returning her hand to her side. She ached for Him. Maybe this wasn’t going be as much fun as she thought.

“Marley,” He called, and she heard a little rustling from the bedroom. A woman emerged from behind the sofa, a slave, naked except for a crystal clear collar and wrist cuffs. She quickly covered the distance between them and dropped obediently to her knees at their feet.

Cats eyes were as big as saucers. Who was this woman, this… other woman? Cat surveyed her suspiciously. She was tall, tanned and toned. A mane of wavy blond hair fell halfway down her back. She had a pretty face, if you like that sort, and long, slender fingers ending in a meticulous manicure. Her breasts were large and firm (Were they real? Cat feared they were), with delicate hoops piercing her erect nipples. She knelt there, perfect body, perfect posture, perfectly hateable.

“Take our coats, marley,” He said, handing her His leather jacket. Marley stood up.

“G-d,” she thought, “She must be six feet tall!” Cat stood frozen.

“Cat, give marley your coat,” He ordered.

Cat had a choice to make. They had discussed this, at length. She had been willing to consider bringing others into their relationship, but He had to know that that would take more discussion, more time to get used to the idea. He had always said it wasn’t a big deal, not “high on His list”. But, here they were, and here this “marley” was and she didn’t know what to think. She stood there, all grubby and feeling suddenly unattractive. No, this wasn’t how it was supposed to be!

“Sir, may I ask a question?”

“Ask,” He replied.

“Well, it’s just that, I mean, when… ” He broke in on her.

“You were wondering about marley?” His voice was much gentler than she had expected. She nodded, timidly.

“Thank you for asking nicely, cat. That shows progress.

“Marley has been lent to Me by My friend, Lord Martin. She is His domestic. She also is very experienced in setting scenes, insuring they don’t go over the top, and in first aid. When I went to Him for help, I expected that He might lend Me a book or direct Me to a site or give Me some ideas. He did all of those, and then He recommended that I borrow marley, so that you and I can focus completely on what we came here for.”

Cat was unconvinced.

Yea,” she thought, staring down at marley’s ample chest, “I know what You’ll be focusing on.

He instinctively felt her uneasiness.

“She’s perfectly safe,” He continued. “She has been collared for quite a while and, as part of her development, is enduring an extended period of chastity. Martin set strict guidelines for her use, which include preserving that chastity. How long has it been, marley?”

“Four months, thirteen days since My Lord decided that i needed to explore this path of personal growth, Sir,” replied marley, without emotion.

“OK? Now, give marley your coat, cat,” he repeated.

Slowly, cat unfastened her coat and handed it to marley. Cat watched her retreat to the bedroom with the coats, eyeing her coolly.

“Good girl, cat!” He sat down on the chair near the door. “Now,” He grinned, “The rest of it.” He loved to watch her disrobe. Usually, she loved the way it made her feel to sensuously reveal herself to Him. This was, however, not usual.

She kicked off her boots and then slowly began pulling the ugly prison frock over her head, watching for marley’s return from the corner of her eye. She wasn’t crazy about being naked in the same room with that.

“Stop it!” He swatted her nearest thigh with the back of His hand. She jumped. She froze, the dress halfway over her head.

“How is staring over your shoulder for something I told you not to worry about supposed to be sensual? Turn around and bend over!”

She complied, presenting her behind to Him. She couldn’t see or move her arms with the dress half off.

Smack! “This is for fretting over that idiotic wench and not paying attention to your duties.”

Smack! “This is for forgetting that you are My Most Valued Treasure.”

Smack! Smack! Smack! “And that is because I asked you to trust Me and you said you did. Are you a liar, or are you just hopelessly forgetful? Now put that dress back on and start over.”

She straightened, wiggling the dress back down. Her ass was hot and red, almost as red as her face.

She centered herself. “… Most Valued Treasure…”, it gave her strength. She seductively drew the dress back over her head, holding herself tall and proud, as He had taught her. She then folded the dress neatly, genuflecting before Him as she laid it on the carpet at His feet. She stretched her neck and presented her wrists for Him to attach the collar and cuffs. He cupped her cheek in His strong hand looked down at her.

“Much better,” He smiled, a trace of sadness in His eyes. "Remember, kitten, I am no longer your Master. We both have to earn back that collar." A look of terror swept over her face. "Please, kitten, embrace this opportunity. It'll be hard, I know, for both of us, but it is necessary. OK?"

She nodded, tentatively.

“Marley,” he called. Cat drew a quick breath. She had spent the last five days in solitude, eating only oatmeal and green tea, trying to douse her stench with cold water at the kitchen sink in preparation for these three days, three days alone with Him. She wasn’t quite ready to go toe to toe with ‘little miss perfect’. He continued, “Draw the bath.”

“Yes, Sir,” came the response from the other room. Cat heard the faucets start.

He put one foot on the ottoman, clad in her favorite of His shoes, cap-toe combat boots. There was no need for words here; she knew this ritual well. She lifted His pant leg, gently stroking the hairs of His calf. She unlaced the boot, carefully drawing His foot from it. She rolled His sock down, over His ankle, and placed it inside the boot. Then she softly kissed the top of His foot, stroking her cheek against His leg while He stroked her hair. His breathing changed, becoming slower and deeper. She could feel the tension leave His body. It was always this way. It made her purr. After a moment, she moved to the other side of Him and repeated the ritual for the other foot.

She drew her hand up His bare calf, rejoicing in the feeling of His leg hair on her palm. Her hand glided up, over His knee and onto His thigh. He placed His hand gently, but firmly, over hers.

“Shhhh, kitten. Not yet,” He cautioned. She drew her hand back down, onto His knee and rubbed her cheek a little harder into His ankle. He leaned forward and tenderly kissed the top of her head.

“Sir, the bath is ready,” reported marley, breaking the spell cat was under.

“Thank you, marley,” He replied, rising unsteadily on very relaxed feet. “Get the things from the car and then you may wait for us in the living room.”

“Yes, Sir.”

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RE: The Ride - 2/25/2005 6:50:55 AM   
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This is great more please!!!!!



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RE: The Ride - 2/25/2005 3:28:45 PM   
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i want more too, please

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RE: The Ride - 2/26/2005 6:31:01 AM   
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The Bath

He held out a hand to cat, and she took it, rising to her feet. They headed for the bathroom. As their paths crossed with marley’s, cat’s jaw set against what she so longed to say to this… interloper. Cat was supposed to do for Him, not some bouncy little scullery maid.

“Never play poker for money, kitten” He said, calmly, as they crossed the threshold to the bathroom.

“Sir?”

“Your sweet face,” He chucked her chin up. “You might as well write ‘Grrrrr’ across your forehead.

“Get over it, cat. Get over her. She’s just doing her job. I know that you expect to do the fetching and the bath drawing and everything else for Me, but think about it. If you are drawing the bath, who’s going to do My feet? And right now, one of you is going out into the cold to schlep all of the luggage and stuff back in here and one of you is going to have Me give them a badly needed bath. Where do you want to be?”

“With you, Sir,” she replied, sheepishly.

“OK, then,” He confirmed.

Cat was never much of a bathroom connoisseur, but this was one very nice potty. It was large enough to throw a small party in. “A potty party,” cat thought. It featured both a toilet and a bidet, and the centerpiece was a large, heart shaped bathtub, which was now filled with bubbles and steam. On the sink were a strop and a slightly sinister looking straight razor, along with several bottles of body wash, shampoo, conditioner and a scrubber that looked more like it belonged in a commercial kitchen.

“You’ll need to pee before we get started”, He said, casually, indicating the toilet.

“But, Sir, i just went at the diner.”

“Kitten, if I know nothing else, I know that you only took the edge off at that diner, if the ladies’ room was anything like the men’s.” Cat sat down.

It was hard for her to go with an audience, but she did so want to please Him. A brief, awkward silence gave way to the sound of her obedience.

“Good girl,” He reassured her, as she wiped herself and stood up, “Now, into the tub with you!” He rolled up His sleeves and tested the water with His forearm.

“Sir, shouldn’t You be the one being bathed?” The question was more of a request, as it felt very disorienting to be the one being ‘served’.

“I didn’t spend the last five days splashing cold water on my pits at the kitchen sink, cat. Submission can take on many forms. You have followed My instructions well up to this point, are you going to give that up by questioning Me now?”

“No, Sir.” She stepped into the tub, finding the water a bit too hot. She stood in the steaming tub, dancing a little jig to give her legs at least some relief from the hot water.

He picked up the strop. Her eyes widened. He smiled, looping the tether end to a faucet.

“Look, you are my Most Treasured Possession. You’re grubby and you’re scruffy and I need to clean you up. I can shave you dry, but I think you’ll be happier if there’s a little lubrication to it.” He picked up the razor.

“Always more pleasant with a little lubrication,” He mused, and honing the razor on the strop. That wicked half-smile of His, again.

She crouched down into the tub, adjusting herself to the temperature, until she was all in, the bubbles covering her to her neck. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Him, the ‘shower music’ from “Psycho” somehow playing in the back of her head.

“We’ll start with the legs,” He said, testing the sharpness of the blade on His thumb.

She obediently lifted one leg from the bath.

He took short, deft strokes, culling the stubble from her calf and thigh. It was exciting, having the blade come down, scraping gently along her skin. He delicately ran His cheek along her leg to check for smoothness, and then turned her around in the tub to complete the other leg. She was definitely getting aroused.

“Stand up,” He ordered. She complied.

He reached around behind her and drew her to the front of the tub. He knelt before her and began to shave the tops of her thighs and her pubic region. When His blade came down to clear the stubble just above her clitoris, she twitched involuntarily.

“Careful,” He warned, “You don’t want to get nicked.” She held her breath. He performed the ‘cheek test’ and smiled. She reached out to touch His hair. “Ah, ah, ah, this is not a play bath, it is a business bath. There will be no release until I give the order, understood?”

"Understood, Sir." She pulled her hand back. This was torture.

“Turn around. Hands against the wall,” He commanded. She obeyed. He stepped into the tub, still in His trousers. He shaved under her arms and then whispered in her ear, “How about a good scrubbing?”

He reached behind and set down the razor, picking up the scrubber and the bottle of body wash. He squeezed out a measure of liquid onto her back (it was soooo cold) and began to vigorously scrub as if she was a stubborn frying pan. It felt delicious.

The quickening of her breath told Him all He needed to know.

“Restraint, My kitten,” he reminded her. “Don’t get too excited, yet.” But, she was getting too excited. He scrubbed her raw, moving to her arms, and then to her legs.

As the scrubber moved between her legs, she knew she must act before it was too late.

“Please, Sir,” she managed, “A moment, please.”

He immediately stopped, placing His hands on her upper arms to lend support.

“Good girl,” He whispered into her ear, “Just relax, kitten. Let Me know when you are ready to resume.”

She took three or four deep breaths, centering herself. “I am ready,” she replied.

He continued to scrub her until she was sure that all of her skin must be gone, but somehow she held on.

“Well done,” He said, finally. “Now, about your hair.”

He had her kneel in the tub. He stepped back out and turned on the showerhead. He gently washed her hair, carefully stroking and rinsing until her hair felt wonderful.

He helped her from the tub and dried her with a luxurious towel, reapplying the cheek test to her shaved areas, just to be sure He’d gotten everything. She stood motionless, luxuriating in every stroke, every touch. He sat her back down on the toilet, carefully blow drying and brushing her hair until it was full and shiny soft.

Pulling her up from the toilet, He squared her shoulders in front of the large mirror over the sink.

“Voila!” He exclaimed, standing close behind her, surveying his work. “Much better. I know that you hated having only oatmeal to eat for five days, but you have to admit, it does bring a nice glow to your skin.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she replied. Cat usually found it hard to really look at herself in a mirror, without zeroing in on every flaw. Just now, though, it seemed that she was looking not at her own reflection, but at her Master’s work, something He was proud of. It looked - she looked… good. She found herself actually smiling, for once not minding the little creases at the edges of her mouth...

He put His arm around her and guided her from the bathroom.

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RE: The Ride - 2/26/2005 8:01:17 AM   
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Oh very nice! Sigh i miss that once in a while! More story please!



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RE: The Ride: Need - 2/26/2005 7:28:12 PM   
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Need

“Marley,” He called, once again breaking the spell He had put her under, “Move the couch away from the pillars and prepare the restraints.”

“Yes, Sir,” came the reply.

Marley quickly lifted one end of the couch, rotating it around to a place in front of the fireplace. Moving it revealed a black duffel bag on the floor between the two center pillars. She produced a strap apparatus that she deftly fastened to the top and bottom ends of the two center columns between the rooms. She removed a strop, a crop and a horsehair flogger from the duffel bag and laid them on one of the end tables, which she placed just to the left of the strap-fitted columns. She then withdrew past them to the bathroom. The entire operation took, maybe, a minute. Cat had to admit to herself that the girl knew how to get a job done.

Without a word, He led her over to the columns, fastening her wrists to the restraints. He bent down and fastened her ankles to the floor restraints, stretching her legs apart. He snuck a quick peck on her cheek on the way back up, which made cat smile. He adjusted the wrist restraints until she was standing on the balls of her feet. She could see herself clearly in the mirrors above the bed. She watched Him, behind her, surveying his handiwork.

“Comfy?” He mocked, rhetorically.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Excellent.” As He spoke, He placed a CD in the player and pressed ‘play’. Jazz; ‘David Sanborn’. “They advertise these rooms as soundproof, but we may test that claim before we are done,” He said.

She watched Him disrobe in the mirror. There was something surreal about it, seeing herself, seeing Him behind her, but somehow the couple in the mirror was somebody else. It was very exciting.

He moved in, naked now, behind her. The tip of His now hard cock just touching the middle of her back, He leaned in and delicately nibbled at her ear. She pushed back against Him, reveling at His touch.

He whispered, “You are my Most Valued Treasure, you know.” His hands were on the sides of her waist, kneading her flesh. “You belong to Me. Everything about you belongs to Me.” Even though he was speaking into her ear, he was speaking so softly that she didn’t dare breathe for fear of missing a word.

“These are My ears. This is My waist. This is My soft skin…” He traced her back languidly with the head of His cock. She took a deep breath. She was staring at the mirror, watching this all unfold. He looked up into the mirror and their eyes met. She quickly looked away.

“No, my pet,” he cooed into her ear. “Look. Drink it in. Those are My eyes. Gaze upon My Prized Possession.” He reached around her and began to fondle her breasts. She was getting very wet now.

He drew his hands up, under her arms and traced a fine line up to her dangling wrists. He cupped the backs of her helpless hands as he nibbled intently on her ear.

“Now listen to me very carefully, cat.” His voice was soft and cool, but He clearly meant business. “This is an exercise to help you to learn self control. You are not to achieve release without My express permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very good. If you reach a point where you cannot go on, you must speak up. There can be no accidents here. When I determine the time is right, I shall allow you release, but not before. OK?

"Now, do you recognize the things on this table behind you? Do you remember them?”

She craned her neck to see the implements laid out on the table. “Yes, Sir, all except the flogger,” she replied, a tremble in her voice.

“That’s right. All except the flogger.” His voice was as smooth as ice and the sound of it sent shivers up cat’s back. He picked it up, a nice, hand made number, genuine horsehair, with a handsome leather wrapped handle ending in a knotted tether.

“Tonight we’re going to test it out.” He drew it gently down her back. More shivers. “It’s a paradox that something so soft, when used one way, can be totally different when used another.” He took a step back and delivered a withering blow to the backs of her thighs. The unexpectedness of it forced a sharp cry from her mouth.

“Well, what do you say? Kind of different, huh?”

“Thank you, Sir,” she cried out, just as she had been taught to do.

He moved in close again, reaching around and tickling her slowly with the thing, up and down her whole front. “Thank you?” He murmured into her ear. There were equal parts of menace and mocking in the fluid tones of His voice. “Thank you for striking me with the flogger, Sir? Thank you for making my ass hurt, Sir? Thank you for beating me, Sir?”

Now he was delicately masturbating her with the flogger’s handle. Her heart was racing, watching it all unfold in the mirror. “Do you know why I am going to beat you with this flogger, cat?” His voice was as non-chalant as if he was asking her what time it was.

Her head was thrown fully back now, in reaction to the sensations, but her eyes couldn’t move from the image in the mirror. “Because I deserve it?”

“No, kitten, no,” He stroked her cheek with his free hand and tenderly kissed her neck. He whispered into her ear, “No one deserves the beating you are about to receive.” If possible, her eyes had gotten even wider and she felt as if her heart might explode from pulsing so fast. He continued, “Why do you think I am going to do it?”

“Because You can?”

He turned the flogger around and drew the scratchy horsehair between her legs. The look on His face was as one considering a new idea. “True, I… I can. I can do all sorts of things. I can jump from a bridge, I can turn around and walk out the door, never to return. No, there’s a more fundamental reason why I am doing this thing.”

He looped His wrist through the tether and wrapped his arms around her middle, his fingers softly stroking her sides. “Think, kitten, think. You are My Most Valued Treasure. Why would I do this thing to you?”

It was suddenly so clear. She closed her eyes. She took a breath. She didn’t want to say it, but she knew she had to. “Because I need you to do it,” she whispered.

“You really do, don’t you,” he said, emotion fully back in His voice.

“Yes,” she admitted.

He stepped back. “Caution?” He called.

“Whoa!” she responded, reflexively.

“Danger?” He called.

She braced herself. “Stop!” she replied.

He took a deep breath. She took a deep breath.

“Begin?” She saw Him draw back His arm.

Cat closed her eyes tight. “Begin!”

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RE: The Ride: Need - 2/27/2005 1:04:04 PM   
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I love the d/s part of this and how it unfolds. More PLEASE!



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RE: The Ride: A Little Nourishment - 3/1/2005 7:31:36 AM   
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A Little Nourishment

As the weightless feeling subsided, cat began to re-perceive her surroundings. She felt as though she was being washed up on some deserted island somewhere, the roar of the surf in her ears, the salty taste of the ocean on her lips and the gentle rocking, rocking of the waves as they drew her toward the shore. Somewhere, far off, His voice was calling her, gently, melodiously, “It’s OK, kitten, I’m right here, I’m right here. Shhh, shhh, kitten, I’m right here.” She could smell Him, sweaty and musky, somewhere close by. The sun seemed to be shining especially hot on her back, but someone was tenderly applying lotion to it as the ocean sweetly rocked her… lavender? She felt Him kissing her cheek, her brow as the shore drew closer, closer…

She smiled faintly. She loved His kisses. She opened her eyes…

It was like falling out of the world. There was no ocean, no beach. There was no sun – where was she? He was there, on the floor, at the foot of a round bed and she was sitting across His lap. A quilt or coverlet was draped over her front, but her back was exposed. Even as warm as she felt, she was shaking terribly. His arms were around her, holding her close as his whispered reassuringly into her ringing ears. The lotion wasn’t suntan lotion, it was something else and who…? Marley! It was coming back… the resort, the bath, the flogger… Bits and pieces, bits and pieces.

“It’s OK, kitten, don’t try to out-think it now.” He was rocking her back and forth, waiting for her breathing to regulate. “You did very well, I’m very proud of you. Don’t worry now, it will all come clear in the morning.”

He reached down and dipped the corner of a washcloth into a glass of ice water. “Here, kitten, you must be thirsty.” He was right. Her lips were cracked and the inside of her mouth felt scorched. He fed her the wet cloth and she sucked at it, feeling the delicious cold spreading in her mouth.

She became acutely aware of her breathing. It was shallow and fast, but with some effort, she began to fight it back under control, like stopping a bicycle with no brakes.

As her breathing stabilized, she found herself taking a sort of inventory. She started with her eyes, looking around the room a bit. “OK, that works,” she thought. Ears seemed OK. Mouth and tongue still there. She pulled her head back to release the washcloth. “More, please,” she managed, in a raspy whisper.

“Slowly, kitten,” He responded, holding the glass for her and maneuvering the straw in it to her lips. The first swallow was hard, as her throat seemed pinched shut, but the cold washing down inside her body made that worth it.

“You OK?” He asked tenderly. She managed a small nod.

“Good. You must be starving.”

Another nod. The rumblings in her belly were becoming hard to ignore.

“Marley, did you find the soup on the back seat?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir. I put it in the refrigerator.”

“Good,” He replied, adding “Cat usually does the cooking around here, but, as you can see, she’s kind of, uh, tied up at the moment.”

“No, I’m not,” cat replied, weakly, raising her leaden hands a few inches and smiling wanly.

“We’ll let marley do it, anyway, OK?” His smile felt to cat like the best medicine so far.

Marley got the soup out of the fridge and placed it in the microwave.

He rocked her slowly, stroking her hair. “I picked it up at Ben’s on 34th St. this afternoon. It smelled so good that I almost didn’t get it home. I knew you’d be after something a bit more than oatmeal, so I held fast. Restraint comes in many forms, kitten.”

In no time, the soup was piping hot. Marley delivered it to Him, kneeling before them, holding the bowl in her hands.

He adjusted cat so that she was sitting up next to Him, her back against His chest so he could reach around to feed her. He took the soup from marley and dismissed her. She disappeared into the living room.

He drew a spoonful of soup from the container and blew gently on it, raising it to her hungry lips.

He put on His best “Kosher” accent: “A little nourishment, I think. Chicken soup! Who can do better than chicken soup? Unless, of course, you’re the chicken!” She swallowed the soup gratefully. He brought up another spoonful, careful to reach deep, to get as much meat or matzoh or something more than broth onto the spoon. The soup was delicious, made even better tasting by His feeding it to her.

Once, her zeal to get the next mouthful collided with his eagerness to get it to her. A dribble of soup rolled down her chin. He leaned in, His tongue catching the errant dribble just in time. He gently traced its path back up, finishing with a little peck on the mouth and a smack of His lips.

“Just a little nourishment,” He confided, “And the soup was good, too.” Her grin almost sent the next mouthful awry.

Soon the soup was gone. He patted her mouth with the washcloth, exaggerating the cleaning of its corners.

“Thank you, Sir,” she smiled.

“My pleasure,” He replied. “Can you get up?”

“I think so,” she replied. With His support she shakily raised herself to her feet. Her legs felt like rubber bands with rocks tied to them. He steered her onto the bed and spooned in behind her, His arms wrapped securely around her.

As she lay there, she tried to put back together the pieces of the evening. She recalled being bound to the columns, the exquisite agony of the flogger and then… and then…

Feelings took over where memory failed. She was floating, her feet lifting off the floor. She was falling – up - in an upside down world - out of the room out of the sky out of the heavens, tethered at her middle to something. To someone. To Him. She was at the edge… the edge of … everything. It was terrible and it was wonderful and it was something beyond words, beyond ideas. Suddenly the tether was gone and she was falling, falling toward the edge. There was no way to stop it, nothing to grab onto. A voice inside her was calling, “No edge, no release. No edge, no release…” It was too late.

Then, Arms. His arms. Around her, holding her, pulling her back. Bringing her back. The rush, the roar, the ocean… she understood everything now.

Abject agony spread across her face. “I failed You, didn’t I, Sir?”

“How would you say that, kitten? You were wonderful.” He kissed the back of her head.

“I came, didn’t I? You told me no release, but I came anyway.” Tears were once again streaming from her tightly closed eyes.

“You didn’t fail Me, kitten. We came here tonight in search of limits. Sometimes you don’t find them until you are already beyond them. You went way beyond them.

“You scared us tonight, kitten, marley and Me, both. I was afraid for a minute, there, that I had lost you. I should have eased up earlier; I should have seen the signs. You were so far out there that you started shaking and pulling at the restraints, I was afraid you were going to pull yourself apart. I wrapped my arms around you to take the pressure off your arms and legs so marley could cut you down.

“It was unbelievable, kitten. As I was holding you, there was suddenly this… energy, this force just shooting from you. It entered my body and it was… I don’t know, amazing.” Cat could feel His heart rate jump at the reliving of the experience. He squeezed her tighter. “I’m just glad you’re OK.”

“But, Sir, You didn’t…”

“Kitten, this place is a test for both of us. Earlier, I told you that I didn’t feel I had earned the right to be called your Master. I decided that I would not achieve release until I had earned back that right. Kind of a fast, you know? How can I expect to be your Master until I can master myself? No, kitten, I never had an expectation of release for myself tonight.”

He sighed deeply and rolled onto His back, staring at the two of them in the mirrored ceiling and smiling. “You surprised me, though, Cat. When I was holding you and your energy was surging through me, it was… it was the most incredible orgasm I never had.”

Cat rolled onto Him, nestling her head on His furry chest. She lay there for a long time, nuzzling Him with her cheek. The smell of lavender lingered on Him. She was so content, and yet...

“Sir, would You… may i…?” She began to sew tiny kisses into the meadow of his chest. “Please, Sir, a little nourishment?”

Something between a sigh and a groan escaped His lips as His smile broadened to a grin.

“Your Master yields,” He murmured.



Thank you to all for allowing me to share this story with you.

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RE: The Ride: A Little Nourishment - 3/1/2005 1:08:32 PM   
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Fabulous thanks for sharing it all with us.

I hope there is more some day!



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RE: The Ride: A Little Nourishment - 3/3/2005 8:18:48 AM   
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i loved this. the point of view of the submissive as told by a Dom... it was so well written, and it leaves me breathless.

just wonderful. i'd gush a lot more, but sometimes, one just has to enjoy the sensation of the last line of a story like floating in a sun-warmed pool.


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