'Five Years' Copyright 1987
by The Lizzard
Part - 2, Chapter -1
Over the next few months our use of the room stabilized to Saturday
afternoons going through Saturday night into early Sunday morning. This was
more out of necessity, since she had to recover sufficiently to be able to go
to work on Mondays.
The semester went well for her. As before, three A's, but a C+ in the last
course. She said she couldn't concentrate on the final and would do better
next time. I was very happy and proud of her. I decided she needed a better
place to study, so I took the small room and went to work on it.
She would study in my office area and I would work in the little room. I
always kept it locked, since I wanted to surprise her. The room is small,
about 9'x11'. I painted it a soft blue, trimming the moldings and door in
white which gave a Wedgewood effect to everything. I installed a medium blue
wall to wall carpet, put up a shelf system, brought in a walnut desk, a maroon
leather lowback desk chair and finished it off with two floor lamps and a navy
blue leather easy chair with a reading table next to it. In short, I had
outdone myself.
July 4th weekend came and I thought I would surprise her with the study
room. She was going to summer school to get ahead and was due to start class
in 3 days. I put a dozen roses on the desk and locked the door. I also put a
large red ribbon on the outside of the door that said "For all your hard work".
When she came out of the bathtub, I told her I had a surprise for her. She came
over to me, I handed her the key and led her to the room. She looked like a
kid about to open her first Christmas present. She fumbled with the key and
finally opened the door.
What followed was the most unbelievable reaction I have ever seen from
anyone. She was both terribly elated and very disappointed at the same time.
What was it? She was very excited about the room for how it could be used and
for all the work I had put into it and also very disappointed that it was not
another dungeon. We sat and talked about this. She said she wanted to go
farther than we had gone and had been afraid to say so, since I seemed quite
happy with things the way they were. I told her that a household only needed
one dungeon and we would do more and right now!
I took her into the "CAVE", as I had come to call it. Ripped off her robe
and pushed her to her knees. "This time there will be no restraints" I said in
a deep voice. "You will accept what is to happen because you are powerless to
stop it." With that I took out a very severe pair of nipple clamps, the kind
with the large alligator teeth on them, and said to her "Put your arms behind
your back and raise your head". She fully complied. As I put the first clamp
on, she winced and said "Thank you, Sir". I put on the other one and she nearly
passed out. A few seconds later she regained her composure and with a tear
rolling down her cheek she said "Thank you again, Sir". I waited a few minutes
to see if she could stand this and when it was evident she would make no move
to remove them, I lifted the light chain that joined them and gave a little
tug. She screamed softly, looked at me and said "Thank you, Sir". I told her
they would stay on for the remainder of the evening. She smiled and nodded in
agreement. I then told her to stand and bend over.
"You have been a bad girl and you need a caning" I said as I picked up the
English cane I had recently bought. "I will give you twenty of the best.
Remember to count properly".
The cane cut through the air and landed just below her cheeks with a loud
crack. Her whole body tensed as she said "One....Please Sir, may I have
another...?" Her request was met with over and over until the last stroke. Her
ass was blazing red and hot to the touch. This was one of the times I came
close to breaking the skin and my wrist was very tired. I do not know if the
reader realizes how much effort it takes to properly cane someone.
As I looked at her ass my desire to fuck her in it grew and realized she
would require an enema to facilitate this properly. I prepared the enema bag
with cold water, a little surprise this time, inserted the tube and let go. As
I pulled the tube out, I put in a small butt plug to hold everything together.
The cold water did have a certain surprising effect on her and she also seemed
to experience a small cramping sensation from it. Since the cramps were not
severe enough to make her stand up, I felt there was no reason to stop. She
held that position for about 30 minutes until I told her to go to the bathroom
and relieve herself. She did so, returning quickly and resumed the position.
By this time I had a hard-on that would split a diamond. I greased her ass and
entered it quickly ... if you entered slowly there would be no shock value.
She nearly went limp on me. She put her hands on the horse to keep her
balance and screamed loudly "Harder, Harder, FUCK ME DEEPER....FASTER..." She
went on like this for quite some time. When I finally came inside her, she let
out one final scream of ecstasy and went completely limp.
This had become a bizarre sight. Here I was practically holding up this
lady on my cock. I had no desire to exit, but realizing that it might become
awkward to walk around like this I slowly withdrew. She fell to the floor and
lay there moaning softly. I could see a small drop of blood from around one of
the nipple clamps, so I went to remove them. She stopped my hand saying "You
said they were to remain on." I told her I thought they should come off so as
not to cause an infection. She looked at me and said "If that is your wish, my
love." I removed them and carried her into the bedroom. I kissed her softly,
climbed into bed and went to sleep.
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'Five Years'
Copyright 1987
by The Lizzard
Part - 2, Chapter -2
The next five weeks went by very quickly. Linda soon learned there is a
lot of work to do when taking a course during the summer. She finished with a
B and we decided to celebrate. She took her two weeks of vacation and another
two weeks without pay, I took four of my vacation weeks and we went on our
first trip.
Canada was absolutely beautiful. We had taken the bike and were enjoying
our stay at small inns throughout the Atlantic provinces. The sun did her a
world of good. She would lay on the red sand beaches of Prince Edward Island,
while I avoided the sun. You can always find me at a beach ... I'm the one
wearing jeans, boots, a long-sleeve shirt, hat, sun glasses, scarf around the
neck and gloves. I have a fair complexion and burn in about three or four
seconds.
She had acquired a warm glow to her skin and her hair had gotten much
lighter from the sun. We would go to the cliffs and watch the sunset, for some
reason it was much more beautiful there than in New York. It was really an
experience to not see the air you breathe.
We had been there about 10 days when we decided to go to Newfoundland. We
got on the ferry, waived a very fond farewell to Prince Edward Island and
proceeded to our next stop.
In case anyone is interested, there is only one real city in Newfoundland,
St. John's. There are a lot of little coastal fishing villages, but only one
city. What happens is that the boys tend to stay in the villages and grow up
there, whereas the girls go to the city and become typists. Because of this,
St. John's has an abundance of very young women, many of whom share
apartments. It is not uncommon for five or six girls to share a one bedroom
apartment, since salaries are low and rents are high.
One night we were having dinner in a small pub and Linda said "I feel so
wonderful, you do so much for me. What can I do for you?" I told her she was
doing plenty for me as is and she said she wanted to do more.
I think a word of explanation of our living arrangements is in order here.
She was working as a low level secretary making about $190/wk. Of this she
would clear about $130. The apartment rent was about $279/month, I had no real
expensive tastes except cigars and I could well afford them. I had insisted
she put $50 a week into the bank, I paid the rent and the rest of the expenses,
she paid for her schooling and books. Anything for the house I would pay for.
I would choose most of her clothes and pay for them also. All I expected of
her was to get an education and acquire a savings account. I was also able to
put away a sizeable amount each month into tax-free securities for the future.
In retrospect, I think I had once said it was MY apartment and she was living
with me, not our apartment. Why this was important to me I still do not know.
Anyway, with that understanding out of the way, we shall proceed.
As we sat having a cocktail, a young lady came in. She wore a red dress,
very short and very tight. She was small, about 5' tall and had a head full of
short blonde hair. Her heels gave her another five inches and she was still
short. Somewhat like a miniature person. Linda noticed me looking at her when
she entered the room and I said "Wonder if she comes with her own carrying
case?". Linda looked at me and said "Pretty, huh?", I nodded and with that
Linda got up and went over to the girl.
I could see them talking for a few minutes and then they both walked over
to the table. Linda said "I want you to meet my Master, he would like you to
join us for dinner." I was a little shocked, but said hello to her. After a
few drinks I learned her name was Jane and she was 18 years old. She had come
to St. John's about four months ago and was working as a receptionist for a
real estate firm. I told her I could not understand why with all the vacant
land anyone would not want to buy any of it. She didn't understand.
The meal was very nice, nothing spectacular, but nice. In Canada meals are
of many courses, but much smaller portions than we eat in the US. After dinner
we sat there trying to think of something to do. Jane said there was a movie
in town at the only movie theater and it was supposed to be good. She had not
seen it because you had to be 21 to get in and she knew no one that age. What
was the film? "John and Mary" with Dusten Hoffman and Mia Farrel, filmed in New
York. NEW YORK!!! HOME!!! Let's go!
The theatre was called the MOVIE HOUSE and the seats were the foldup kind.
It held about 200 people and everyone seemed to know each other by their first
names. As the movie progressed Linda and I got very homesick for the Big Apple.
There was one scene in the film I will always remember. John met Mary in a
single's bar and she had spent the night with him. In the morning she left to
get some things for breakfast, John did not know that and thought she had left.
In his search for her, he goes to 30th Street between Lex and Third and
approaches a man wearing a pink leisure suit, walking two miniature poodles.
John asks the man if he can help him. The man says "I hope so". John then
asks if he has seen a girl and the man answers "A GIRL, yechhhh!" Linda and I
were the only two who laughed.
After the movie we left the theatre and walked outside. Jane was on my
left and Linda on my right.
"Why does she call you Master?" Jane asked.
"It's my last name." I said.
"Oh."
"Come back to our hotel room," Linda said, "I think you'll enjoy it."
Jane looked at me, then at Linda and said "OK, but I have to be home
early."
"What the fuck have you got on your mind?" I whispered to Linda.
"I want to give my Master a present." she whispered.
Nothing else was said during the time it took to get to the room. When we
were there, I sat down in the chair by the window and wondered what would
happen next.
Linda and Jane sat on the bed. Jane at the foot and Linda up by the head.
The silence was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. We just looked at
each other for about five minutes. I could tell Linda was not sure she wanted
to do this and also not sure of what to do.
"It's your idea, my dear" I said to Linda in a sort of teasing tone ...
More silence.
"Why does she call you Master?" Jane asked again. I reminded her she had
already asked that question, but I understood she had a short attention span
and was probably going to ask it again. As usual, she did not understand what
I said.
"Because I belong to him completely, body and soul. My entire life is to
serve him and please him. And in this do I get such pleasure as I cannot
describe" Linda said to Jane. "Aren't you getting a little horny?" she asked
the somewhat confused native.
With that Linda got up and walked over to Jane. Linda unbuttoned her
blouse, unzipped her leather skirt and let them fall to the ground. Linda
never wore a bra except to the office. She stood in front of Jane for a moment
or two and said "My Master thinks I have the most beautiful tits he has ever
seen, what do you think?"
Jane just looked for a moment and said in a stunned voice "They are very
nice."
"Feel them, aren't the nipples hard?"
Jane just sat there. Linda raised her voice with another command to feel
them, took Jane's hands and put them on her tits.
"They are hard, so hard" Jane said, as she stopped trying to take her hands
down.
Linda undid Jane's blouse slowly. At first Jane seemed to protest, but
with each button she became more and more agreeable. As Linda progressed, she
would look over to me for approval and I would nod each time. Linda knew the
nod meant GO AHEAD.
After Jane was completely undressed, Linda lay Jane back on the pillows and
began going over Jane's entire body with her tongue. I had never seen my
little, quiet, shy Linda do anything quite like this before and I was really
enjoying it.
Linda kissed Jane several times on the mouth. At first Jane pulled away,
but after awhile she held tight. Linda said "I must prepare you for my
Master." Jane kept saying no, but Linda kept working on her. Finally Jane
said yes. She made soft noises as Linda was eating her and then came for the
first time. It was very mild, well very mild compared to Linda, but then who
could top her ferocity in that department. Linda did not let up for one second.
Each climax built one on the other until Jane had started to grab the sheets
and moan over and over "OH God, Oh, Oh, Oh". It was so soft, I could hardly
hear it from across the room but I knew it was there. Linda stopped, looked at
Jane and said "My Master will now fuck you in your ass".
"NO!" Jane said loudly.
Linda just kept eating her over and over. I could see what Linda was
doing. She would bring Jane close to orgasm and then back off, building the
frustration inside Jane until she would do anything for release. I had taught
her well. After about twenty minutes of Linda's tongue work and finger in the
ass, Jane was more than ready. I had removed my jeans and shorts and came over
to where the action was. Linda reached out with her left hand and stroked my
cock until it was hard. Linda then lay down on the bed, face up, positioned
Jane on top of her, continued eating Jane and waived me on.
As I entered Jane, I could feel the tongue work that was going on nearby.
Linda reached up, caressed my balls and I started to pump. A virgin ass, a
rare treat! I pumped harder and harder until I felt the come start to rise up.
Linda felt it also, so she increased her efforts. Jane and I came at the same
time, while Linda was using her other hand on herself. Although I never asked,
I think she came with us.
Later we sat around and relaxed. I sat in the chair and Linda was in her
usual position, kneeling by my side with her head resting on my knee. Jane lay
on the bed looking at both of us. There was a long silence when finally Jane
said "It's late, I have work tommorow." She got up, came over to both of us,
kissed me lightly, kissed Linda long and hard, turned and walked out the door.
She said something like "It's been fun..." as she awkwardly walked out of our
lives forever.
Linda looked up at me for approval. I felt like the luckiest man in the
world. I looked at her and said "Why, why her?" Linda just came closer and
said "I thought you would like her, was I wrong?" No, she wasn't wrong. "Why do
you call me Master?" I asked, not really expecting an answer. In the past she
had called me many things, mostly "My love" or "Sir" or even occasionally by my
name. Why now the change? We had not been in the Cave for about three weeks
and had not even done anything past mild bondage while on vacation. Why then
was she referring to me as her Master?
"I have been thinking about you every minute of every day since we have
been away. I know I belong to you totally. I am your slave and you are my
Master. Is it not right for me to address you as such?"
I sat there for a long time and thought about it. I had never even told
her I loved her, I didn't know if I did or not. We had been together for over
nine months and I didn't know how I felt about her. She was there for me
anytime I wanted her. I could do with her whatever I wanted. We had never
talked about the usual things, marriage, kids, house, etc. We were just
together.
She seemed very happy most of the time. True she had her down moments, but
somehow I could get her out of them one way or another. She had grown greatly
in the time I had known her and everything had been good. There really was no
negative side to all of this. So why was I troubled about it? I did the thing
I do best, I ignored my troubled feelings, rationalized the situation and
continued as I had always done. I think I am a creature of inertia. After all
she was beautiful, bright, witty and absolutely fantastic in bed. What could
be wrong? Was not this the girl that anyone would give his left testicle for?
Why was I bothering to even have any doubts about any of this?
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'Five Years'
Copyright 1987
by The Lizzard
Part - 2, Chapter -3
We returned home without incident. I noticed I kept referring to it as our
home ... there was a lot of "Our's" coming into play. Linda was warm and as
beautiful as ever. The vacation had done her a world of good and she showed it.
We had two days left before returning to work, so we planned to rest up and get
ready for the trips to the city in the mornings. Things were getting back to
normal.
We never discussed Jane again. Linda did not mention anything about adding
a third person to our scenes and neither did I. I let it go as a one time
thing, a special gift from her to me. I did not think that it would be
repeated. How wrong I was.
School was to start in a few weeks and preparations had to be made. Linda
was busy in her study getting things in order. Registration at a city school
is never a pleasant experience and requires more planning than a NASA space
shot.
One day when I came home from work, I found a large bouquet of red roses on
my desk with a little note saying "Thank you so much for both rooms". She
finally acknowledged the study room. This pleased me greatly and I was in the
mood to show it.
We had heard of a place having stage shows in the B&D arts, so the
following Friday we decided to go. Both of us were excited. The place was
Belle De Jour, over on West 18th or 19th Street in a high loft with a theatre
setting. The show started at 8:30pm and we were there.
What we saw on stage was of interest to both of us. The scene was simple.
A man was on the subway and he flashed a girl by opening his raincoat. The
girl turned out to be a dominant mistress, who put him through his paces.
Another girl tried to help the man and she too was then dominated by the
mistress. All the events involved restraints, such as handcuffs and rope.
After four or so scenes someone from the audience volunteered to go on stage
and submit to the mistress. She humiliated him by calling him names and hit
him many times.
After the show Linda said I did not have to bind her to command complete
obedience ... that was a turning point in our relationship ... we both changed
that night. As we were leaving the club, she spotted an ad for a place nearby
called "Club - O", sort of a Plato's Retreat for the kinky set. We went.
The club had a few really nice things, a sauna, jacuzzy, steam room and
several semi-private rooms on premises. We had come for the first time and did
not consider participating in anything. As luck would have it, we were seated
next to a couple of newlyweds from Connecticut and discovered the wife had been
forced by her husband to come in order to expand their marriage. I thought how
lucky I was that I didn't have to ask for anything, it was there for me any
time I wanted it.
A tall lady came over to us and introduced herself as Magda, probably not
her real name. She asked if Linda would like to whip one of her slaves. I
looked at Linda and said "Go ahead, it might be fun." Linda walked into the
center of the room where this poor guy was tied to a cross. She picked up a
small whip and looked at me and then Magda. We both signalled her to start, so
she let out with a spirited first lash. The sting served to quiet the whole
room. All eyes were now on Linda as she wielded the whip.
Magda screamed some obscenities at the man and Linda struck again, over and
over until the man's back started to bleed. He seemed oblivious to the entire
situation. She kept hitting harder and harder until Magda told her to stop.
Linda snarled and told her she would stop when I said so and not before. This
was a very tense moment ... I looked at her, waived my hand and she stopped
immediately. She put down the whip, came over to my side and we left knowing
we would be back often.
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'Five Years'
Copyright 1987
by The Lizzard
Part - 2, Chapter -4
For the next few weeks we would attend Club-O on Friday nights. Linda would
dress more and more the part and from her excesses had earned a reputation as
being a stern mistress who had little pity. Magda was always there and I
wondered if she had a financial interest in the place. The crowd had started
to stabilize from the once comers to the regulars and almost everybody knew
each other's name, whether real or not.
One night we met a lovely lady named Prissy. She was in her early forties
and looked a bit like Ann Margret. She sat with us and admired Linda's
clothes. Linda was wearing a leather corset with stockings and the tall boots
we had both grown to like. Around her neck was the spiked collar she always
wore, except to the office, and also long black gloves with her rings and
bracelets fitted over them. Her hair was up in a sort of French twist while
her leather coat was draped over the back of the sofa, like a frame of some
sort. The makeup was severe, heavy eye shadow and deep lipstick. She looked
sensational to say the least.
Prissy asked if she would like to meet her Mistress. I nodded my approval,
Linda got up and walked across the room to be introduced. The three of them
talked while I looked around the room. The crowd was a little on the unusual
side even for that place. There seemed to be an excess of very submissive
young men, most of whom were gay or at the very least, very effeminate. I
started to become concerned when Linda did not return. Up to this time I had
never given any thought to loosing her. I guess I had never really cared one
way or the other, but now I was feeling very uneasy. I think I was not ready
to let her go yet.
I got up and walked over to the three ladies. They acknowledged me and
Linda said "Magda wants me to discipline Prissy, should I?" I thought about it
and asked further about what Magda wanted my lady to do to Prissy. Magda said
only that Prissy had been a very bad slave and needed discipline. I agreed
with Magda, after all was it not Prissy who took my Linda away from me for so
long a time? Magda suggested that we leave and go to her house for the
session. I had become bored with the place and agreed.
As we walked out into the night air Linda let her coat stay open.
Passersby would get a glimpse of that magnificent body adorned in such a
fashion and all sorts of things would happend. Just ask the cab driver who ran
into a telephone pole at 19th Street and Sixth Avenue. I got a real charge out
of those sort of things, since Linda was sooooooo conservative in her office
attire. She was such a different person here and I liked who she was. I felt
a warm sensation about having actually created her in this form.
We got to our car and followed Magda over the Manhattan Bridge to Brooklyn.
The house was a very old Victorian mansion in need of alot of repair. Magda
led us into the hallway and opened the sliding doors to the library, which was
outfitted a lot like the Cave at home. There was much more here however, since
the room was several times larger. I noticed about five or six chairs in one
corner of the room, so curiously I asked what the chairs were for. Magda
explained.
She said this was her business as well as her pleasure. She had over 300
clients, many of whom were quite wealthy and paid large sums of money to get
their rocks off in the ways she could only do. Magda further explained Linda
was worth $1,000 a day to her and she would like to buy her from me. I was
shocked at a calm statement like this from a casual acquaintance. "How much?" I
said, partially without thinking and partially out of curiosity.
"$50,000?" Magda said quizzically.
My mind was racing with the direction this conversation had taken. I was
both repulsed and intrigued with the thought of someone making lots of money
doing these things. "You do this for a business?" I asked Magda. She started to
go into detail about a few of her clients, some of them very powerful men in
the public eye. I made an approximate estimate of annual income and figured
about four to five hundred thousand dollars. I was real low. Magda upped her
offer to $75,000 and finally $100,000. She said CASH, as if that was supposed
to move me. I sat back and quickly went through a few changes, realizing all
at once that money was not as important to me as I had thought. I had become
very possessive of Linda and did not consider selling her for any price. I
became angry that this overweight, over-aged mistress would think she could buy
my lady. NO! What she was really trying to buy was me ... I was not for sale
and neither was Linda. With that I said we had nothing more to discuss and
tried joking my way out of the situation by saying I was not through with Linda
yet, but if I ever was I would let Magda know. I suggested we should be going.
As we got up to leave Magda put her hand on Linda's shoulder, pushing her
back down in her chair. "You're staying" Magda said in a deep voice. Linda got
up, picked up a riding crop from the floor and put it sharply across Magda's
face. "Don't you ever put a hand on me again" she screamed to Magda. After a
split second Linda raised the whip again and I interceded. I grabbed Linda's
right arm just as she was about to strike the second blow to the visibly
stunned Magda. I took the crop from her, put my arm around her shoulder and
apologized to Magda. I did not want anymore trouble than had already occurred
and a graceful exit was very desirous. Magda was capable of many things and
the situation was already very volatile. I wanted no violence and certainly
there was the probability of such. With little explanations to Magda of how I
would punish Linda for the attack, I lead her toward the front door. I was not
really sure we would be able to leave without further incident.
We made it to the front door while Magda was still recovering from the
blow. I put my right hand around the grip of the gun in it's shoulder holster
under my jacket and much flashed through my mind. There were about three men
in the house and I assumed they were Magda's slaves. Slaves will go to any
extreme for their Mistress and bodily harm was not to be precluded. I also
thought that since this entire operation was 'outside the law' so to speak,
Magda would prehaps consider not letting us leave rather than risk exposure.
A man in a leather harness and leather hood approached us from the
staircase, I drew the weapon, told him to stay where he was and he froze in his
tracks. We went through the inside and outside front doors, across the porch
and down the stairs. I opened the driver's side and gave Linda the keys. "You
drive!" As she started the car I went around to the passenger side. All this
time I had the weapon in my hand, pointed at the door where two of the three
men stood watching. I got in the car, she put it in reverse and moved out into
the street.
A few blocks later we switched so I could drive, Linda was shaking and
shivering. She looked at me and said she was sorry for not being more obedient
to Magda. I told her to forget it, these were really weird people and we
didn't want anything to do with them anymore. Linda started to cry and when I
asked why, she just cried and cried. By the time we got home her makeup was
all over her face, a real mess. I took her in the house, washed her up, fixed a
bath for her and let her rest a bit. The evening had been a bit trying for
both of us. She had just escaped being sold into slavery and I had just
avoided a lot of paperwork. The local police do not take kindly to shootings
regardless of the reasons involved. I had the necessary permits and licenses
for the weapon, but there is always some technicality that can make life
diffucult, even when you are protecting yourself.
When I heard her crying again, I went into the bathroom. There she was
sitting in the tub sobbing her heart out. For a long time she said nothing ...
and then she spoke.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over she moaned.
"For what?" I softly whispered to her.
"I can't let anyone else touch me, even for you." She looked so guilty
about this.
I felt so relieved about the whole situation. From the first conversation
between Magda, Prissy and Linda I had considered the possibility of loosing her
for the first time and I knew then I did not want that. Now I knew even more.
I lifted her from the tub, put a robe on her, kissed her softly and carried
her to bed. As I lay next to her I said "I don't want anyone else to touch
you." I knew she did not believe me and let it go that way. She cuddled closer
saying "Thank you, I love you so". As usual, I said nothing.
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'Five Years'
Copyright 1987
by The Lizzard
Part - 2, Chapter -5
We spent many days just being gentle to each other, nothing violent,
nothing harsh, nothing but closeness. I asked her to talk about the evening at
Magda's, but she refused. I wanted to say many things to her, but I couldn't.
What had happened that night, was there such a change?
Ronald Regan was elected to his first term as President. For this I was
pleased as the one thing I could not stand was another Democrat in the White
House. I was looking forward to an economic recovery.
On the following Friday, the second Friday in November, I came home late to
find Linda in the bedroom crying. She had been that way for many hours. I
went to her and said we must talk. "What's wrong? Is it something I've done?" I
asked. She looked at me, put her arms around my neck and said the most
remarkable thing I had ever heard. "I wanted so much to please you and I failed
you. I feel so terrible. I'm such a failure. I know you're ashamed of me and
I am not worthy of you. I love you so much, but I want only you to touch me.
I will do anything for you, but please don't give me away."
I held her tightly and told her she was being stupid about this, especially
since I did not want anyone else touching her either. I had told her that
before and I meant it. There was nothing to worry about, I was not giving her
away, I was not selling her and the thought of not remaining with her had not
entered my mind. I said I was very happy with her and did not want her to go.
I told her we would never put ourselves in that position again and we would not
go to that club again.
This was the first time I admitted I cared for her and did not want to
loose her. If only I could make her believe me, she seemed so sure it was her
failure. How could I convince her the things that happened at Magda's were a
mistake. I would not have wanted it any other way and never considered having
Linda do with someone else any of the things we do, for money or for any other
reason. I realized it could have been due to the amount of trust I placed in
her, I was sure we had an exclusive relationship and didn't think anything
needed to be said about it ... another of the many times I was wrong. Perhaps
if I had opened up a little to her, it would have been different.
Here I was, relatively young, successful in business, having a totally
dedicated woman that many would kill for and I was unfeeling to her about it
all. We had been living together for a year and a half and she was scared I
would give her away. What could I say now that would make her believe me.
Suddenly everything was starting to slip away. I told her over and over that I
would not give her away, I wanted her and I would keep her. I only hoped she
believed me.
January 20th came and we watched the innaugration on TV. The hostages from
Iran were released and there were plans to celebrate their homecomming. I was
bitter and withdrew into a shell ... I know now it was because of the welcome
home I did not receive when I came home from Nahm and not any malice for those
held hostage or the incompetence of the last President. If I had known that
then, it would have made a difference, but we learn too late if at all.
Linda had gone through another semester and had done well. The grades were
well above average and she had worked very hard. I was proud of her and wanted
her to know it. As usual I could not express myself in a satisfactory manner.
The next semester started and she plugged along. She was doing well and I
was happy with her. Valentine's Day came around and I thought I would make it
special. I bought her a full length silver tipped racoon coat, a dozen long
stemmed red roses and a 5 pound box of candy in a heart shape. When she got
home from class I told her I had a surprise for her and showed her the candy
and flowers first. She was thrilled and held me tighter than she had in a long
time. She looked up at me and said "You make me sooooo hot, let's go to the
Cave, please."
Up to this time much of what went on in the Cave was in punishment for
perceived transgressions, sort of a punishment for wrongdoings. She had looked
for little things to do which would require discipline and this had strained
the relationship, since I knew she felt she had to commit an offense in order
to obtain the pleasures of the Cave. Now it was different. Now she was to be
rewarded with it, rather than punished. We went into the room and had an
evening better than anything that had happened in a long time.
She took off her clothes and stood there in front of me completely naked.
She let her hair down, looking soft and vulnerable. The roses were in the
room. She had brought them in with her, saying they were too beautiful to leave
outside. Compared to her they were just plain.
The hard clamps went on, the type having the levers so they can be made
very tight. I placed them vertically on her nipples and they immediately got
rock hard. I then placed the collar on her neck and attached the light chain
to the D-rings. She lifted her head and smiled with the pulling of her nipples.
She was home again. She spread her legs and bent over exposing her ass. "Give
me ten good ones, please my Love?", I picked up the cane and obliged her
request.
She was getting wet and I had gotten an idea. I secured her wrists,
elevated her to tiptoes, put the blindfold on her and took up a rose. I passed
it under her nose, she smelled it's perfume and purred. "It's so lovely" she
said. I passed the rose over her face, it's soft petals brushing against her
soft skin. She murmured with delight, so I passed the flower over her breasts.
It was a tossup as to which was smoother. She shivered with a tingle of
pleasure. I passed the flower down lower, another shiver. Over her cheeks,
another shiver. Down her legs, again and again and then went back to her
breasts.
This time I decided to see if the thorns were of any attraction to her. I
told her even a rose has thorns and with that let one of the sharp points
slightly prick her left nipple. She threw her head back and said "Yes, oh
yes." I pushed the thorn a little deeper into the hard nipple. She started to
go into her usual pre-orgasmic spasm. "More, more, more.....Please, more." I
pushed harder as she climbed higher and higher. I then switched nipples and
proceeded. She had a violent climax, went completely limp and kept moaning
over and over to do it again. I removed the clamps so there would be no
deadening of sensation and then repeated the light pricking again and again
until she climaxed several more times.
I lubricated her ass and entered her, keeping the thorns on her nipples.
Another climax, very intense, and then I finally came inside her. I let her
down and took her into the bedroom. I ate her for hours and then fucked her
until we both collapsed. She finally knew I was not giving her away.
We woke up around 9:20am, called the office to tell them we were taking a
sick day and went back to bed. Later, when we finally got up I looked at her
nipples. They had each sustained about eight or nine little pin pricks and
were sore to the touch. She flinched when I touched them and applied some
antiseptic ointment and a bandaid to each. She looked like some of the ads for
porno movies where they cover up the good parts for the public. We laughed a
lot about that.
I then remembered the coat I had not as yet given her. I fixed a bath for
her and while she relaxed in the tub, I fixed breakfast. When she came to the
table I told her it was a little cold in here and I would get her a heavier
robe. I told her to stand up and close her eyes. I got the coat out of the
box and put it over her shoulders. She opened her eyes and squealed with glee.
She started hugging and kissing me while at the same time crying with
happiness. "Why, I love it, but why?" she asked over and over. When she
settled down I told her it was something I had wanted to get for her for
sometime and Valentine's Day was the best time to do it and, yes, I was keeping
her.
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'Five Years'
Copyright 1987
by The Lizzard
Part - 2, Chapter -6
Over the remainder of the semester things went very well. We approached
the start of the summer with a great deal of anticipation, it had been an
unusually cold winter with much of that white stuff I find so repulsive. My
feelings towards snow are that it is something to see through a picture window
while sitting next to a fireplace, not something to go out into.
Linda had now finished two years of school and was actually a junior. If
she had gone to a community college, she would have earned an Associates Degree
at this time. In her job this would qualify her for a promotion to the
position of Executive Assistant, a relatively meaningless title but worth a
$2,000 a year raise and less menial duties.
I prompted her to approach her boss with this information and request the
upgrade. She was very shy about anything assertive, so we rehearsed the scene
several times with me playing her boss. When she was well prepared I wrote a
formal request for the promotion. This request was a four page document,
including a complete course description and planned course of study culminating
with a degree in Business Administration. If I do say so, it was a work of
art, more of a legal brief than a short note covering all the company's rules
and precedents for the past three years. She was all set to go for it.
The plan was to see her boss on Monday afternoon, after all nobody does
anything on Monday morning, and we fully expected the changes to be made within
two weeks. We chose everything very carefully, down to what she was to wear.
Instead of the usual dress-type outfit, I had bought her a navy blue pin-
striped business suit, complete with a white blouse and a basic single strand
of pearls. She put her hair up, making her look like an up and coming junior
executive, and went to work.
When she came home, I asked how it went. Perfectly, she told me. Her boss
was very impressed and said he would take care of everything.
On Friday we were to have lunch together, but she called and said her boss
had asked her to lunch. She guessed the promotion had come through and he
wanted to tell her the news over lunch. She called at about 3:30pm asking if I
could leave early and pick her up. I could tell she was upset, so I told her I
would be right there.
At home she told me what happened. Her boss had said she could have the
promotion, if she would sleep with him. She did not know what to do, so she
told him she would get back to him. I was outraged. She had earned every bit of
that promotion and he was a son-of-a-bitch to try anything like that with her.
I had a plan.
Monday she went into his office and said she wanted to understand what he
had said on Friday. He spelled it out for her and admitted she had worked hard
to get through that much school while working full time and her performance on
the job was quite good. He said she could have the promotion and go to another
department, but only if he recommended it. She told him she couldn't do
anything like that. He said too bad and that was the end of it.
Two weeks later we met in the office of the Chairman of the Board of
Directors. Linda, her boss, myself, my attorney and a small tape recorder she
had carried in her purse. We played the tape and it was quite good. Her boss
should have gone into the theater, his voice carried so well and every word was
crisp and distinct. Afterwards my attorney suggested the appropriate action
would be a lawsuit for violation of EEOC (Equal Employment Opportunity
Commission) codes and ethics.
In order to prevent such an action a few concessions had to be made.
First, there was the promotion and a guarantee that there would be no punitive
action against her in the future. This was agreeable to the Chairman. Second,
there was to be her boss's immediate resignation from the company. This hurt,
since he was there 9 years and was just three months short of being vested for
his pension. The Chairman said he would take it under advisement. My attorney
said this offer was good only until the close of business today and tomorrow he
would pursue the normal course of action. With that he and I got up, said
"Good day gentlemen, we have concluded our business", I took Linda out of the
office and we went home.
Later that day my attorney called and told us Linda would be reassigned to
a new section when she reported to work in the morning, since her boss had
resigned. She would start on Monday as an Administrative Assistant. She was
relieved beyond belief and I told her I would not let anyone take advantage of
her, even if it meant loosing her job. The money was completely unimportant,
this was about a principle, and I fight for principles.
We later learned her boss had to sell his house, since he found it very
difficult to find employment at the salary he had been making. His marriage
broke up, but that was not our fault. In short, the good guys won one for a
change.
Due to the episode with her job, I saw a new side of Linda. With me she
was confident, assertive, dominant to others and submissive only to me. Apart
from me, she was very shy and would never rock any boat ... this started to
bother me. I would notice things that showed me she was unsure of herself.
She would never take the car out without me, she seldom drove and when she did
it was for a short time. She had trouble making decisions of the simplest
nature. Things like shopping for clothes alone were unmanageable for her.
Food shopping was another area where there was a bit of disagreement. If she
did not have a fully detailed list, she would buy nothing.
I began to get really pissed at this dependence upon me and what I had not
realized was that nothing had really changed with her. In the beginning we
would do all those things together, so she had never done them apart from me.
I just began to notice these things and this was the way it had always been.
I started to talk to her about these things and she interpreted it as
picking on her. She would get upset and say if I didn't like her for what she
was, then I should say so. I told her I did like her for what she is with me
and I can't understand the change when we are apart. It was as if she was two
different people. Discussions on this point never seemed to get any place, so
after several weeks I did the thing I do best, I ignored it.
I had started to worry about whether there was something really wrong with
her. Aside from the split behavior about her assertiveness, there was her
sexual behavior. She either enjoyed the most tender and sweet loving or the
most violent and painful style. This appeared to be another two sides of her.
How many personalities did she have or were these just different sides of her?
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End of 'Five Years' Part 2
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