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Weddings, even the fairly small and traditional one that Meryn was planning, take
time to arrange. A marriage, especially like the one between Meryn and Jeremy, which
promised to be far from traditional, would almost certainly take a lifetime to fully evolve.
Meryn understood this from the very start. She was exceedingly happy that she was
going to spend her life with Jeremy, whom she now knew she loved beyond all reason,
and who loved her, if possible, even more in return. But it was not going to be either
simple or easy. Jeremy had come into her life a year ago, at least in his mind, as her
slave. She had never truly considered him thus, even though that was how they had
been introduced to each other by her friend Natasha, a lifestyle Domme. She had
resisted accepting him as such in the beginning. But his gentle, always giving nature had
charmed her. She had been further beguiled by his incredible strength of will, and
determination to do things she asked of him, such as losing over one hundred pounds to
prove himself, in his own mind, worthy of her. He would also deny himself the very
simplest of pleasures unless he received her permission to partake of them.
At first she had thought of him merely as a helpmate, but very quickly he became a
confidante and friend, and soon thereafter, her very best friend. They had come to
share intimate relations, born more out of his fervent desire to give her pleasure, but she
had always tried to reciprocate at least in part, in kind. They had not truly become
lovers, however, until that night of the one year anniversary of their meeting, when they
had finally discovered and acknowledged the deep love they had for each other, a love
which they both had been afraid to declare. Now they were embarking on a journey to
spend the rest of their lives together as husband and wife.
But Meryn knew that, in his heart, Jeremy still considered himself a slave. It wasn’t
that she didn’t want him in part as such. It was just that she didn’t want him to think of
himself as A slave, but only as HER slave. That part of him she would always accept,
love, nurture and cherish. But she would want, and demand, far more from him. As her
husband, she would want a partner, who would lead as well as be led, whom she could
always trust to make his thoughts and desires known to her, and not just what he might
believe she wanted him to think, know and do.
This, as she saw it, was her problem and her challenge. How was she to overcome
Jeremy’s slave mindset, although she would always embrace his worship, adoration and
devotion. How could she continue to encourage him to grow into the husband and man
she wanted and needed him to be. This was not something she could just command him
to do. It had to come from within him, something he wanted and needed as well, for it
to be honest and real. And lasting.
Surprisingly, a hint of how she might begin to accomplish this came when she met
her future mother-in-law for lunch soon after the engagement was announced.
�Meryn, I can’t tell you how unbelievably happy I am about this. For both of
you.� His mother began. �But I must admit, I was beginning to be very afraid that
something like this would never happen for Jeremy.�
�Why so?� Meryn inquired, although she thought she knew in part the reason.
�It has never been easy for Jeremy.� His mother sighed. �Maybe it’s because
his father died before he was born, and he never had that influence. I tried my best with
him.�
�You raised the most wonderful, loving, giving person.� Meryn replied.
�I know he’s all that and has always been. But you are the first woman to have
ever seen that. He never really seemed to have a problem having male friends, but he
never seemed to be able to connect with women at all. Before you. Maybe it was just
shyness or lack of self confidence. I always taught him to honor and respect women.�
�And, of course, his weight never helped. I don’t know how you did it, Meryn.
How you were able to get him to do something like that, which he had never been able
to even begin to do before.�
�I asked.�
And it had been. At least in the beginning. It had been her challenge to him,
something she had also believed he would never be able to do, which would give her a
legitimate excuse to be able to part ways with him without her feeling guilty. But he had
succeeded, had proven himself to her, in extraordinary fashion, by losing nineteen
pounds alone in the very first week of their acquaintance. For her. Because she had
asked. That had moved her more than she could have ever believed. And it had started
them on the path to where they were now, which was something else she also found
extraordinary and unforseen. She smiled inwardly to herself as she remembered that he
had recently finally broken the two hundred pound barrier, weighing in at 195, giving him
a more than one hundred pound weight loss from his start. She had told him that this
was more than enough. She was perfectly happy now with the toned physique he had
so laboriously attained. For her.
�It really had to be more than that, I know.� His mother continued. �Of
course he did it for love of you. But I don’t think even that could have been enough for
what he’s accomplished since he met you. Not just his weight. His confidence. His
new success in his career. His interactions with others.� She paused. �You saw the
man in him, that nobody else could see. Which even he couldn’t see or believe was
there. And you helped bring him out. You did that, Meryn. For that I can never thank
you enough.�
Meryn blushed. She felt she was getting far too much credit. It had always been
there in Jeremy, and a lot more was still there waiting to be drawn out. Yes, she was
willing to admit that she had helped. She had been a catalyst. And then she suddenly
understood something more. Jeremy had grown, had become so much more in the year
that they had been together, but it had happened in large part, maybe even in toto,
because she had accepted him into her life as her slave. He had begun to become a
more confident, accomplished person as she allowed him to continue to be her slave.
Perhaps that was the clue. Maybe she could continue to use his ongoing desire to be
her slave, to please her always, to spur him on to further become the man and husband
she desired, and he deserved to be.
�I can’t tell you how much that means to me.� Meryn concluded sincerely to his
mother. �And how much our talk today has helped me understand Jeremy a little bit
more.�
Over the next several months, as they continued to live together in her brownstone
as they prepared for their coming wedding day, Meryn had several opportunities to test
her theory, and she used a variety of approaches. The first was the gentlest and
occurred soon after her talk with his mother. She had joined him in the bedroom one
evening, and began to help him fold and put away the large baskets of laundry he had
just washed and dried, a job he knew she hated to do.
�Meryn,� he had said. �You don’t need to do this. It’s my job. Why don’t
you go into the living room and rest.�
�My love.� She had replied. �Can’t you understand that there are times that I
just want to be with you, do things with you, even if it’s housework. That it makes me
happy to do it with you?� Seeing that she had captured his undivided attention, she
continued on. �And that there will be times when I’ll want to do some chores by
myself, just because it pleases me to know that I’m doing something for you. There
may also be times,� she added, �when I’ll do something that you usually do, just
because I enjoy doing it. Isn’t that what it’s all about? Being happy?�
He had no viable argument to offer. This was what it was all about for him. Her
happiness. Which then made him happy. If she wanted to join him with the chores, or
do some on her own, if it gave her pleasure, he would always be happy and content with
that. Of a surety, she knew he would still be doing the lion’s share of the housework,
and she didn’t mind that he considered all of it his ultimate responsibility. But he never
again complained or seemed the least bit upset when she chipped in to help. And so she
counted this encounter a success.
The next opportunity required her to be somewhat firmer. They had been
discussing several of her ideas for the wedding and reception, and he had replied
earnestly, �Whatever you want, Meryn.�
�No Jeremy.� She sharply responded. �It’s not ‘Whatever I want’. I never
want it to be ‘Whatever I want’. There will be many times in private, you can be sure,
when I will demand your unquestioning obedience.� She declared emphatically.
�But in the everyday world where we’ll live most of our lives, what I WILL always
want from you is to know what you think, what your opinions are, even when I haven’t
asked.�
She paused, then continued more calmly. �There will be times when we
disagree, and I will defer to you because it might seem to me that it means more to you
than to me, and I know you will do the same for me.� Far too often, she feared,
unless she was vigilant. �And if there are times, when we strongly disagree, we WILL
work to find a compromise. If I ever sense that you’re giving in to me on something you
feel strongly about, without us attempting to find a compromise, then I will really become
angry. And even worse, I will be greatly disappointed. And I know you don’t ever
want to disappoint me� Which, in itself, she knew, would be his most severe
punishment. �Do I make myself clear?� She added ominously.
�Yes Ma’am.� He firmly responded. She allowed herself a small smile at the
appellation they had previously agreed that he could use whenever he needed to
acknowledge her dominance, and his submissiveness. It wouldn’t be used often, but
she would accept it when it was, for what it meant. Especially such as now, when he
was agreeing to be a willing and equal participant in their decision making from now on.
Because he now realized that this was what she truly wanted and needed.
This particular night, Meryn had decided to belatedly explore something she had
wanted to do with him for some time. She bade him to lay naked on his back on the
bed. She then disrobed, climbed up to straddle his ankles on her knees, and slowly
began to stoke the insides of his thighs to his groin with her hands. His manhood jutted
up in front of her, thick and rock hard. She cooed to him as she licked her lips, and
then slowly bent forward to begin to nuzzle, nibble and lick his eager erection.
She sat bolt upright on her heels, towering over him, initially perplexed and clearly
angry. Then she understood where this was coming from. And that she had to put a
stop to it. Now and forever.
�Listen slave.� She retorted hotly. �Haven’t you sworn to me time and again
that I own you body and soul? Haven’t you?� She practically snarled.
She grabbed his now softening penis and held it firmly in her hand.
�Damn right I do.� She gripped him more tightly. �This is MY prick. Mine.
Don’t you ever, ever forget it.�
�If I want to suck on my prick like a baby suckles on a breast for mother’s milk, I
will do so. Any time, any way I want. Is that understood?�
He nodded again.
�And I definitely want to do so now.� She paused and held his eyes with hers
to make sure he got the message. �And slave, my prick better be able to produce the
nourishment I want, or there will be hell to pay.�
With that she bent back down and began to lick, slurp, and deep throat her prick to
her heart’s delight, until, with permission implied in her previous command, he could
take no more, and he erupted into her mouth.
She held him within her until she was sure he was done, and then crawled up with a
mouth full of his spunk, and French kissed him, sharing the spoils of her conquest. After
several long, blissful moments of this, she pulled back and rewarded him with a smile.
�Always remember this, my love. I will take what I own whenever I want. But I
will always share fully with you whatever joy I receive.�
She waited a few more seconds, clearly enjoying the moment, and then continued.
�And now I think you should put what’s left of my treasure where it properly
belongs.� With that she rolled onto her back, and demurely spread her legs. Needing
no further encouragement, he shimmied his face down between her thighs, where he
spent most of the rest of the night gloriously attempting to deposit any of the remaining
seed in his mouth into her inner sanctum.
Later, as she basked in the after haze of his attentions, she reflected on what had
taken place over the past several months. She really didn’t think that there would be
any further protests about acts that he might believe were beneath her, or that he might
feel he didn’t have any right to enjoy. Manipulating his slave mindset had clearly helped
continue his development into the man she wanted, and the husband she would need.
She didn’t know if this would always be the way to deal with any further issues and
problems that may arise in the future. But, she mused to herself, it certainly had given
them both a good start.
But the real world, and their life within it awaited them on
their return home. Their home. Meryn was immersed at work in
preparing the second phase of her investment project, after the
spectacular success of the first. There was speculation and rumors
floating around the company that if the second phase went as well
as the first, she would be in line for a Vice Presidency, becoming
the youngest ever in the history of the company. She tried her best
to put these rumors out of her mind. There was still far too much
time, hard work, effort and results to be attained before she could
be thinking of anything like that.
For his part, Jeremy was having success in his career as well.
He had been appointed Vice Chairman of the English Department
in his school district for the coming year, and as the current
chairman was planning to retire in another year, he certainly
appeared to be the heir apparent for that position.
�And you still have a long way to go.� She said lightly.
�I know.� He acknowledged.
�And when he’s here, I’m going to send you on an errand out
of the house. I want to have a talk with Scott. Alone.�
And it wasn’t. She called Natasha the next day, explaining the
computer problem, and requesting Scott’s services. After
expounding at length about what dolts the IT people were at their
company, Natasha assured her that Scott would be there promptly
at whatever time she wanted him on
Saturday, and that he would fix her problem if he knew what was
good for him.
�Why so?�
�Okay then. Let me tell you the real reason I wanted to have
you over today. I wanted to have a chance to talk to you.�
�And if there are times,� she continued, �when you feel ...
circumstances make it necessary for you to be more ... formal ...
then just call me Miss Meri. What do you say?�
Scott lost his smile again in a hurry. �That, I’m afraid ,isn’t
going to happen.�
His smile widened a little bit, and his eyes seemed a little less
sad.
1Part 4. Natasha
In all other ways, Scott was clearly the more anxious and stiff
of the two. He was constantly looking down at his hands, then
sneaking nervous glances at Natasha to see how she was reacting
to all of this. Meryn had anticipated that this might be a problem,
and she had instructed Jeremy beforehand to try to draw him out by
asking him to tell one of the funny stories at which he was
apparently very adept. Very tentative at first, the tempo seeming
slightly off, Scott was able to elicit a chuckle at one point from
Natasha, after which he seemed to relax, get more into the flow,
and soon had them all laughing, almost hysterically at times, as he
went on. When he finished, the tension which had seemed
palpable before he had started, was now completely dispersed,
and they all had an enjoyable dinner, each of them taking a turn
trading anecdotes. Meryn was pleased to note that when Scott was
speaking, Natasha would watch him intently with a small smile,
and never sought to interrupt him.
For her part, Meryn was still not completely confident that she
had covered all the bases. She had discussed everything with
Jeremy to make sure that he was okay with it all. They developed
signals they could pass between themselves in case either found
something unacceptable, at which point she could put an end to it.
She extracted a promise from him that he wouldn’t do anything he
didn’t want to do, or allow anything to be done to him just because
he thought she might like it, or that it might embarrass her if he
didn’t. They did agree that they would try to go with the flow as
much as possible. They didn’t want to seem like total prudes.
This was an experiment after all, and they would try to keep up
their end of the deal that Meryn had made.
The plan for the rest of the weekend after their arrival on
Friday, would be that each Domme would develop a scenario that
would be followed by them all for an entire day. Natasha would
have Saturday, and Meryn would have Sunday. These also had
been vetted by Meryn ahead of time, and cleared again by her with
Jeremy in private. While neither of them were particularly
enthused by Natasha’s scenario, he was much more excited about
Meryn’s, they agreed to go ahead with it. It could have been
worse, and they couldn’t say no to everything. She felt better about
it when she had gotten his acceptance. She strongly doubted that
Natasha had extended the same courtesy, as he would put it, to
Scott.
After they had cleared the dinner plates from the table, Scott
brought out his specially prepared dessert, which Jeremy had
obviously taught him how to make. It was Meryn’s favorite, and
one to which she had become practically addicted. A homemade
strawberry-rhubarb tart. She had to confess that it was almost as
good as Jeremy’s, although she exaggerated a bit by telling Natasha
that it was better, as she congratulated her on it as well, giving a
little unobserved wink to Jeremy as she did so.
When she awoke the next morning, Jeremy was already gone.
She got up, took a leisurely shower in their private bath, and took
her time getting ready, dressing in shorts, a pullover top, and
sandals. As she left the bedroom, she found Jeremy curled up on
the floor at the side of the door. Natasha had him dressed only
with a studded collar and fur covered panties with a bushy tail
attached. She had reluctantly concluded that total nudity with a
butt-plug tail would be a leap too long for Meryn at this point.
Seeing his Mistress, he scrambled up onto all fours, went �ruff
ruff� with a big smile on his face, and started wagging his behind,
the bushy tail wildly swinging to and fro. Meryn laughed as she
petted him on the head, and he licked her fingers. If her puppy
could get into it so quickly, so could she.
�It looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us today
Meri.�
�Okay puppies, it’s time for your kibble� she said as she
spooned a large amount into each of the two dog dishes, which she
then placed onto the floor. �Be good doggies and eat it all up
now.�
Which they did, having had nothing to eat all day except the
treats that had been offered as rewards for their tricks. Not
wanting to incur any displeasure, they both made sure to
completely lick their bowls clean, much to Natasha’s satisfaction,
although Meryn seemed far less pleased with the entire scene.
The rest of the night passed pleasantly. As they had done all
day, the Dommes left all of the dirty dishes in the sink, or left them
on the table. The dogs would be slaves again in the morning,
Natasha had said, and would take care of them. They sat down in
the living room to watch a DVD of a recent popular movie which
the critics had described as an old fashioned five handkerchief
weeper. As they watched, their pets lay in front of them, Scottie
curled up at Natasha’s feet as she unconsciously ran her bare toes
through his hair, while munching her popcorn, sipping her drink,
and occasionally letting escape a sigh over the events on the
screen.
He did.
And she wasn’t.
After they had cleared and cleaned up after the morning repast,
the eunuchs reminded their Highnesses of their expressed desire
for an excursion, and afternoon meal at the beach, and the
Princesses then commanded them to prepare for it.
Upon seeing them, Scott, who had been kneeling at the side of
the rickshaw, immediately lay down on his belly in front of the
seats. Meryn was initially confused by this, but Natasha
confidently walked over, and stepped on the slave’s back to get up
and onto the seat. After a moment’s hesitation, Meryn followed
suit. Scott then arose, and positioned himself in front of the
rickshaw, each of his arms and hands placed on the long arm of the
carriage in anticipation of beginning their journey. After attaching
one end of a six foot chain to the back of the carriage, and the other
end to a D-ring on his collar, Jeremy picked up a large cooler
filled with supplies and foodstuffs, and indicated to his fellow
slave that they were ready to proceed. Natasha then pulled out a
buggy whip that was attached to her side of the rickshaw, flicked
Scott’s hindquarters with it, and ordered, �Away.� And the
procession began.
It was about a quarter mile trek and ride on a path through the
woods until they came to another open area in front of the lake, this
one with a small, sandy beach, a long dock at the far end with two
rowboats currently lashed to it. Beyond that, there was a large
boathouse with an attached cabana. In the middle of the clearing
two reclining lounge chairs were set up, and it was behind these
that Scott brought the rickshaw to a stop. He then lay down again
in front of them to allow the two Princesses to step off and walk
the few steps to the chairs into which they sat down and lay back
while the slaves unpacked.
They acted out a play that Jeremy had written, with Jeremy
playing the roles of narrator and Princess in distress. Scott played
the duel roles of evil Sultan and the dashing Prince who rescues
the Princess from the Sultan’s evil clutches. By the time the play
finished, Natasha and Meryn’s sides ached from laughing so much.
And something else ached even more.
�I think it’s time for this Princess to get her beauty rest.�
Meryn announced when she had composed herself. She got up,
looked to Jeremy, and simply said �Attend me.� She then bid
Natasha a very good night, and retired to her room with her slave
following close behind.
Jeremy spent the rest of the night proving to her that she hadn’t.
Driving home the next morning, Meryn reflected on how
surprisingly well the weekend had gone. Natasha had been on her
best behavior, and had tried very hard to make her hosted event a
success. Far more important to her though, Meryn, seeing how
much Jeremy had seemed to enjoy the events of the weekend, now
felt that she better understood a number of the needs within him that
would require massaging now and then. She firmly promised
herself that she would do so, both at home, and in future sessions
of ‘Fun and Games’ which Natasha had proposed when they were
leaving.
Over the next six months the two couples did get
together a number of times, including another three day
weekend of ‘Fun and Games’ at the lake. For that one, the
two Mistresses jointly created a scenario of a two day Slave
Olympics, with their slaves facing off in five different
events of competitive subservience on each of the days.
Both of the slaves had their individual triumphs. Jeremy’s
signature one came in the pedicure contest, which was
judged on speed of completion combined with accuracy of
application. The final championship, however, was won by
Scott. He did this in dramatic fashion by winning the last
event of the two days. The Dommes had created an
obstacle course in the back yard through which the slaves,
their hands bound above and in front of their heads, raced
on their bellies through the course to retrieve a pair of their
owner’s panties at one end of the course, returning with it in
their teeth through the course again to place it at their
owner’s feet at the other end. Natasha was absolutely
delighted with her ultimate victory. Meryn, and she
believed Jeremy as well, was not upset with the loss,
suspecting that it would save Scott some pain in Penance
down the line. Instead, as a reward to her slave, Natasha
announced that when they retired to their room for the
evening, she planned on releasing him for some play time
from the plastic cage in which he was usually encased.
�Why so?�
Natasha flinched.
�If you do, Scott won’t be the only person you lose.�
More silence.
For the next several days, Natasha struggled with her decision
to proceed with her plan. Her conversation with Meryn had
strongly affected her. She valued Meryn’s friendship greatly. She
had been quite happy that Meryn had engineered the friendship that
had developed between the couples, even in the vanilla world.
Indeed, as Meryn had predicted, she found that she enjoyed the
different Scott she encountered there, and had come to immensely
appreciate the fascinating aspects of him she had discovered. They
helped make her relationship with him in her private domain even
more intense, and led her to realize how much more from him she
wanted.
She was also glad that Meryn had agreed to venture more into
her world, even if it was just below the surface from where Meryn
normally lived. Even though Natasha wasn’t challenged by these
forays, she found that she was more comfortable doing things with
Meryn. She was becoming increasingly annoyed, and occasionally
even a little intimidated by some of the more serious lifestyle
Dommes with whom she had come to know and associate. All too
often many of them became far too competitive about their
dominance. This was not an issue with Meryn. There was never
any question with her of who between them was more dominant.
Despite this, Meryn never seemed to need to prove anything to
anyone, and Natasha respected her all the more for that. She also
realized that she greatly wished for Meryn’s respect in return.
After about fifteen minutes, she had him shampoo and rinse
her hair, then cleanse her entire body with her loofa. He then
assisted her out of the bath, toweled her dry, slipped on her
slippers, helped wrap a towel around her hair and a larger one
around her body before they went into the bedroom. She
unwrapped the body towel and lay down prone on the bed, and
allowed him to give her a body massage with her favorite
lavender-scented lotion. When she finally indicated that he was
finished with this, he asked her if she wanted him to prepare dinner
for her. She replied that she was too excited to eat, and that ‘they’
would dine after. She then bade him to give her a manicure and
pedicure, using the magenta colored nail polish she had purchased
earlier in the day.
Over the time he had been with her, Scott had performed all of
these different duties for her, but never all at one time as he had
done on this day. This underscored to him how very special this
day was to her, and fueled the growing state of controlled agony he
was experiencing. Natasha noted with some satisfaction and
delight how his usually rock steady hand was trembling slightly as
he painted her toenails. The day was certainly having the effect on
him that she wanted.
After he blew dry her hair, and brushed and combed it for
over fifteen minutes, he then helped her dress in her new negligee,
panties and robe, finally placing her new slippers on her feet.
With a rising sense of near panic, he realized how gorgeous and
alluring she was. He practically jumped when precisely at seven
o:clock the doorbell rang.
�Well don’t just kneel there Scott. Go and let my guest in.�
�Ah ... Yes ... Of course ... Come in� was all Scott could
manage.
Despite the intensity of the horror that he now felt, Scott could
do nothing else at that moment but obey. He went into the
bedroom, and as previously ordered, lit the candles by the bedside,
turned down the bed sheets, poured two more glasses of wine,
turned off the lights, and then took off his panties, placed them
under the bed, and knelt by the side of it.
To wait .
As he did so, Scott couldn’t really fathom that this was all
happening. That his Mistress would take a lover with his full
knowledge was difficult enough. That it would be his best friend,
and that he apparently was going to be forced to watch, took it all
to an unbearable place. He didn’t know if he could go through
with this. He truly wanted to be Natasha’s slave forever. And be
more if she would have it. But he didn’t know if he could pay this
price to do so.
�Don’t what?�
�Natasha ... Please, I beg you ... Don’t ... Not Jeremy ... Not
anyone.�
�Whatever can you mean?� She asked, incredulous. �You
want me to send Jeremy away? You want me to insult Meryn? My
best friend. Your friend. After she allowed him to come over for
this. Why would you ever want me to do anything like that?�
�Of course you do, Scott. As I love you. But what does that
have to do with Jeremy preparing a romantic dinner for us both
tonight?�
Her voice softened. The moment had come. Even she felt a
touch of anxiety.
�Unless, Mistress?�
With that he buried his face in her lap, then turned it sideways
as she began to stroke his face.
�Good ... Very good, my pet ... That was the right answer ...
Very, very good.�
And it was very good. Meri had been so right. He did love
her. She had always been convinced that he was only in it for the
kink that she could provide. For a long while that had been enough
for her too, but as her feelings for him grew, she believed that she
had to push the kink more and more. To entice him to want to stay
with her, which she now wanted more than anything in her life.
She hadn’t dared believe, even after Meri had told her. She had to
find out for sure. Today had been the test. It hadn’t been a very
fair test, she knew. But being fair wasn’t necessarily part of being
a Domme. Perhaps somewhat more in being a wife. She would
see.
Both Natasha and Scott had understood from the beginning that
each had a deep need in their psyches for the kink that they
provided and received from each other. What they had discovered
this evening, was that they also had both been yearning to give and
get so much more from each other. At one time, Natasha would
have laughed to have called this love. But when it had been
declared and offered to her so freely, she found that she was only
too happy to offer it back. As long as it would always be on her
own terms. For his part Scott would be only too happy to accept
that.
And comply.
Natasha did not see any reason to tell Meryn the real use she
had made of Jeremy that night. Meryn would just never
understand, but Natasha loved her for it all the same. And, she
insisted to herself, she had never intended to use Jeremy that night
in the way that Scott had feared. She would never do something
like that to Meri, her best friend. And, she knew now, she could
never have done it to Scott either, even before he had begged her
not to, and professed his love. Finally, she had to concede, she
wouldn’t have done anything like that to Jeremy either. He was a
friend, himself, now after all.
When all the guests were seated or kneeling, the Lady Judge,
the Mistress of Honor, and the Best Slave took their places in
front. A buzz of anticipation swirled through the guests, at least on
the left side among the Dommes, as the slaves on the right
remained dutifully silent. After an appropriate delay, Scott’s
elaborate sound system burst forth withe the piped-in processional
that Natasha had chosen, �Thus Spake Zarathustra�. All of the
guests rose to the thumping music, awaiting the arrival of the Guest
of Honor, and her soon to be slave husband.
They did not have to wait long. From around the side of the
house, Scott, dressed in white pants and shoes, a white satin shirt
and leather vest, and finally a white, rhinestone studded collar with
a white bow tie in front, emerged, pulling the rickshaw on which
Natasha was regally seated. She was adorned in a mid length
white leather skirt, covering knee high white leather boots, a white
silk blouse with lace accentuating all the right areas. She wore
several strands of pearls around her neck, and finally a large white
tiara with a circle of diamonds in the center. Instead of flowers,
she held a large, coiled bullwhip, something she knew she would
never use, but which she thought an appropriate symbol for the
occasion. The approving murmurs she heard from the Domme side
of the aisle seemed to bear this out.
With that the Judge nodded to Scott, and asked if he was ready
to proceed. Scott answered a most definite yes, and turned to
Jeremy, who stepped forward and attached a white leash to a ring
on the back of Scott’s collar. He handed the other end to Scott and
stepped back. At that end of the leash a gold ring was attached to
the leather handle. Scott shuffled on his knees in front of Natasha,
bent down and kissed both of her feet, then knelt up and placed the
ring with the attached leash onto her offered finger.
At the far end of the yard, a dance area had been set up, and a
band was playing. It was an amateur, but very accomplished
group, made up of a number of high level male executives, dressed
only in collars and loin cloths, who called their band �the
submissives�. They often played for free at large femdom
functions like the one this night.
He jumped to obey.
While he was thus occupied, she was left alone on the side of
the dance floor, as none of the other slaves appeared courageous
enough to dare ask her to dance, until Jeremy, with much more
confidence than he had shown at his own wedding, strode forward
to do so. She graciously accepted, and they stepped out onto the
dance floor. Meryn watched them with pride as Jeremy led
Natasha throughout. At the end of the dance, he leaned forward
and whispered into her ear. She laughed and answered back into
his, and he smiled as they parted. Once the ice was broken, many
of the other Dommes rushed to have their slaves dance with
Natasha, which kept her most enjoyably entertained while Scott
was otherwise engaged.
When Scott had finally exhausted the many requests for his
rickshaw services, he made his way back to the side of his seated
Mistress-Wife. He knelt down and whispered into her ear. She
nodded assent, and he got up and walked across the dance floor
and respectfully asked Meryn to dance.
�Oh, she would have found you on her own, Scott. Anyone
with eyes could see you had so much more to offer. So very much
more to the real you.�
�I want you to know, Meryn, that I will never, ever forget any
of it. I am so glad, and so very thankful, that you are my friend.�
�I don’t think you can ever know how much that means to me,
Scott.�
�So what did you whisper into Natasha’s ear this time when
you danced?�
Meryn rolled her eyes, shook her head, and looked away,
turning her attention back to Jeremy. She sighed and said to him.
�This has all been just a little bit over the top, don’t you
think?�
�Sometimes.�
The silence that now stretched between them was nothing like
the one before. It was filled with unasked and unanswered
questions. This time it was broken by Jeremy, who suddenly lifted
his head, sighed �Meryn� and brought his lips urgently to hers,
and kissed her with a raw passion. Startled at first, she quickly
warmed to, and then embraced it, as he had never before initiated a
kiss like this. When their lips and tongues finally parted, his
breathing was heavy, and his voice ragged as he rasped.
�Meryn ... do you think ... when we get back to the room ...
we could ... you know ...�
�My behavior was way out of line, Meryn. I’ve been trying
all week to ask for your forgiveness, but I haven’t been able to,
because I can’t forgive myself.�
�Like what?�
Over the next several days, Meryn didn’t quite know how to
react to the situation. On the surface, things appeared to return to
normal, with Jeremy making a good effort and show of it. But she
could see that he was still clearly upset with how he perceived he
had acted. She also felt that there was far more to it all than that.
She thought back to his cryptic comments at the wedding. Did he
need more of what they had witnessed there than she had been
giving him? Did she need to be more of a Mistress and less of a
Wife to him than she had been? He had always done everything he
could, and more, to see to her happiness. Could she do any less
for him? If that’s what it took to make him happy, to snap him out
of this, she surely had to try.
The only role model Meryn had for any of this was Natasha.
There were certainly many things that she saw in Natasha that she
knew were beyond her and that she could never do. But she could
emulate the attitude, the character as Natasha had called it. She
resolved to try, and see what kind of response she could get out of
her Love.
She selected the next Monday to start. From the moment she
woke up, to be served her breakfast as always, she began acting
more imperious and haughty. She stopped thanking Jeremy for the
little things and courtesies he did, and no longer complimented him
on his more extensive efforts, such as his always delicious
dinners. During her daily foot massages, instead of discussing
their day’s events as they usually did, she began to criticize his
performance of his chores, even when they had been done
perfectly. She feigned indifference to his nightly devotionals, and
by the second night even took to reading a magazine while he
offered his homage. She began snapping at him for no reason, and
ignoring him much of the rest of the time.
She rode him hard and fast, and he worked furiously to keep
up with her. She rode higher and higher until she reached the
peak. As she did, she sensed him struggling mightily to hold back,
awaiting the permission to cum that he always required, and which
she always granted, usually right at the moment when they could
share the climax together. It would not be given this night. After
she rode him to the heights of her own passion, when she was
absolutely spent, she collapsed off of him, eyes closed, to lay
panting on her side. Jeremy lay next to her, painfully erect and
totally bewildered.
This was met with the smile she had so badly wanted, and had
been missing for too long.
For the rest of the event, both Meryn and Jeremy were
congenial and engaging with everyone else. They sat at a table
which included Natasha and Scott, who did provide some comfort
for Meryn, as under the surface there was a tension, which only
Scott seemed to notice. This tension did affect her enjoyment on
receiving her award, and, indeed, her very real happiness that
Jeremy was there to share it with her.
As they had come separately, they went home from the gala
separately, with Jeremy arriving home first. When he met Meryn at
the door as she arrived, she walked in, dropped her coat in his
hands, and strode past him without a word to go sit on the edge of
her easy chair, bolt upright. As he entered the living room, after
hanging up her coat, she indicated that he should sit down across
from her.
Meryn tossed and turned for the next several hours, unable to
sleep. Had she been too harsh on him? She realized that his
actions had been done in a desire to please her, to make her
happy. He just didn’t understand yet what she truly wanted and
needed from him. As she remembered the look on his face when
she had left him in the living room, her heart wrenched. She got
up from the bed, and went out to see to him.
She found him still in his clothes, lying on the couch, staring
up at the ceiling.
�Meryn. I can’t. If you insist, I will. But please don’t ask ...
I just can’t tonight ... I will tomorrow, I promise ... But not tonight
... Please.�
After a virtually sleepless night, they both spent the next day
being extra nice and contrite to each other. By the end of the day,
things almost seemed back to normal. Jeremy prepared one of his
wonderful dinners. During her foot massage, they talked about
anything and everything, except the events of the previous day.
During his devotional that night, which Meryn had insisted upon,
he somewhat surprised her by not asking for forgiveness. Instead,
he told her how much he loved her, how much she meant to him,
and how he didn’t know how he could ever live without her. She
knew that they both needed relief from the tension that was still
swirling around them, so she gave him the signal she always used
to indicate that his intimate attentions were desired.
Jeremy began his oral adoration with even more than his usual
ardor, and before long she could sense her tension easing, to be
replaced by far more delightful feelings. Her first orgasm was
particularly strong, and as he continued his fervent attentions, she
was rapidly approaching her second. But she knew she needed
more. She wanted HIM. And to provide the relief he so
desperately needed as well. She called to him to come up to her,
but he seemed strangely reluctant, and continued to work furiously
on her. Realizing she was again reaching a point of no return, she
insisted that he get up and come to her, leaning forward to pull on
his arms to get him to do so. When he did, what she saw came as a
complete shock.
But despite the best efforts of her hands, lips and tongue, he
remained irredeemably soft. After several minutes, deeply
ashamed, he begged her to stop. She did, and crawled up into his
arms to snuggle, and reassure him that she was sure that tomorrow
everything would be alright.
�Ah ... yes ... that would be nice, Tash. But that’s not the
reason I’m calling.�
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. Then
...
�I know that you had a problem with Jeremy going to see you
get your award at the gala rather than to his Board of Education
meeting.�
�It was far more than that.� She retorted. �He was
supposed to make an important presentation at that meeting. One
that meant everything to his future. For everything he had been
working so hard on.�
�Well, we both know that Jeremy is not one to toot his own
horn.� Scott opined. �But I think it’s more than that. I think
he’s still too ashamed to bring anything up about that night.�
�But why? I forgave him almost immediately. I even did it
that night.�
�We slaves do talk, you know. Not in any detail, and never
about anything truly private. But we do have to share our unique
problems with someone at times. And we certainly wouldn’t and
shouldn’t burden our owners with them.� He looked intently at
Meryn. �Even when one of them might want to know.�
�Those are all things he wants and loves to do. For you.
They don’t make him a slave so much as a ... a ... � He grinned.
�... as a lovemuffin.�
�I don’t know. I really don’t. For all that Jeremy and I share
a similar orientation, underneath we have very different desires
and needs. I just don’t know what he would respond to.�
She reached forward across the table, and placed her hand on
top of one of his.
She put the first part of her plan in play that night during her
foot massage.
�Don’t say that.� She cried. �Don’t ever say that. You’re
my husband. You will always be my husband. In every way that
will always be important to me.�
She continued.
She paused.
�And then I’ve got something very special planned for both
of us.�
He looked back up at her, and she stared straight into his eyes.
For the rest of the week, they were both on pins and needles,
Jeremy fearing his anticipated failure, and Meryn worrying herself
almost sick wondering if she was barking up the wrong tree. What
if imposing her will in this way served only to drive him further
into despair. She realized that their marriage was at a crossroads.
Though they had not voiced the words at their wedding, she knew
she would always hold to the �For Better. For Worse� of the
traditional vow. This had to work on Saturday. But if it didn’t,
she would try something else. And something else again. And
again and again if necessary. This was her man, and she meant to
keep him. Under any and all circumstances.
Jeremy greeted her at the door with a kiss that she melted into.
Placing her packages to the side, he led her to her favorite easy
chair, opened and poured her her first glass of champagne for the
evening, and then fell to his knees to begin her foot massage. For
the next hour, as he worked, they joked and reminisced about the
many wonderful times and things they had shared in their three
years together. It helped greatly to calm and comfort both of them
despite the cloud that still hung.
It was then time for their feast. The dining room was candle
lit, and the table settings were with their fine china, used only for
special occasions. Jeremy began by serving a black and red caviar
crustini, followed by an appetizer of thinly sliced, sesame crusted
rare tuna with a soy wasabi dressing. The soup that came after
was Cioppino , a Portuguese fish specialty. Finally, the main
course was two huge Maine lobsters, perfectly prepared, with tails
and claws cracked open to provide easy access to the meat within,
to be dipped into the drawn butter garnished with rosemary and
thyme. As if there was room for more, the dessert, of course, was
Meryn’s favorite, Jeremy’s own strawberry rhubarb tart, which she
couldn’t help but finish.
As Jeremy cleaned up, Meryn sat in the living room, sated and
sipping her third glass of champagne. Their celebration had been
wonderful thus far. But now she had to refocus her resolve to
proceed on with her special plans for the evening. There was no
doubt that she and Jeremy deeply loved each other. She had to find
the way for them to better live together. She didn’t know if her
actions tonight would lead to an answer. But there would
eventually be an answer. That, more than anything, was her will
that would be imposed.
The time had to be now, or she would lose all ability to act.
Steeling herself, she ventured forth.
�Always.� He replied.
�Good.�
�Then go!�
He went.
Toweling off after his shower, he began the next stage of his
ordered preparation. He did not have much hair on his chest, arms
or legs, but what was there, he quickly removed. Next came his
underarms, and this proved slightly more problematic, but soon
both were smooth and hairless. Finally, he came to his groin.
Carefully, with scissors, he cut down to stubble his entire pubic
area. Then, copiously lathered with shaving cream, he slowly
shaved off the rest. Despite the sense of excitement and the thrill
of submission he felt while doing so, he looked down in self
disgust as his organ remained resolutely flaccid throughout.
This task finished, he entered the bedroom, lit the four candles,
and turned off the light. He went to the center of the room, placed
his hands on top of his head, and knelt down. And began his wait.
After ten minutes his arms began to ache. After twenty his
knees, much more used to this position, began to protest as well.
After thirty he had to furiously fight the urge to get up, shake his
arms, and move around. He steadfastly refused to do so. He
would not fail her in something as simple as this.
She slowly and sleekly strode over and then around him,
inspecting her property, as he remained completely still under her
gaze. She stopped in front of him, the black phallus inches from
his face, as she looked down on him.
She paused.
�I want you draped over the side of the bed. With your legs
spread as wide as you can. NOW!�
Meryn walked over behind him, and kicked off her heels. This
was going to require balance and leverage. She applied a liberal
amount of lubricant to her dildo from the tube she was holding. As
she began to apply even more to the area between his buttocks
cheeks, he flinched violently. She realized how terrified he was of
his coming violation. But there was no turning back.
With that she directed the tip of the phallus to the center of his
behind, and began to push. As the tip entered, he made no sound,
but she saw him firmly grip the covers on top of the bed. She
continued to press forward slowly, and his grip became tighter,
and he began to rub his face into the bed. As she reached halfway,
a low pitched groan escaped from his throat, and she began to
experience a very strange and exotic sensation.
With that, she walked past him, handing him a tube, bent over
the side of the bed, and positioned herself exactly as he had been.
He rose and rapidly rubbed the lubricant onto his purple and
ramrod stiff manhood. He applied some between her cheeks as
well, and then guided the head of his shaft to her hole. She was
ever so tight, but he was far too hard to be denied. As he invaded
her vault she gave an involuntary gasp. He pressed his onslaught
urgently, and she began to whimper. He didn’t know if it was in
pain or pleasure. As he drove forward forcibly against the
vicelike grip of her sphincter, her whimpers became cries, more
clearly now of pain.
And the key part of that word, he now realized, was mate.
Meryn had taken him tonight, and would take and use him again. In
any and all ways that she desired. But she had given herself back
to be taken by him as well, and promised him that this would
always be so. She would always be his Mistress, and he her
slave. But he now understood that she needed so much more from
him. She needed more than his worship, service, love, and
devotion. She needed his protection. She needed him to share in
the burden of her leadership. And, at times, to lift it from her
completely. To allow her to rest. To have time to be vulnerable,
secure and confident in his care.
For Her.
His Goddess.
His Woman.