'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
Part - 5, Chapter -1
April 1983, the weather was beautiful, the sun was hot in the sky and the
weekends were to be enjoyed outdoors. Linda was in the last half of her junior
year and doing well, I was proceeding with my Masters' Degree. It had been
several months since either of us had heard from Verna and I liked it that way.
We had decided not to get married, since there seemed to be no compelling
reason to do so. With Linda's parents gone her desire to change her name
seemed to fade and we were also talking much less about a third party for our
sessions, which had changed. After one of the piercing sessions Linda developed
a small infection, nothing serious, but it took several days to clear up,
so I had refrained from giving her that pleasure for fear of reinfection. She
understood and went along with my decision. We made up for it in other ways.
Our use of the Cave had dwindled to once or twice a month. There seemed to
be more softness between us now and she only needed the harshness on a periodic
basis. I too was enjoying the softness and the time away from the Cave tended
to make those sessions much more meaningful. She was more sensitive, would
take less to start and then build to a more intense crescendo.
My former employer had an assignment for me, so I was away for 2 days and
nights. I spent my time on a lamp post in Long Island, while she remained at
home waiting. When I returned she was all over me like a bitch in heat. These
were the first nights we had been apart in almost three years and neither of us
liked it. We missed the next two days of work.
I was very proud of her and the progress she had made. Away from me she
had become more aggressive and was not as easily pushed around. She was now
running for the trains pulling out of the station, driving in city traffic,
taking the car to school and parking it on the street. She had changed her
style of dress at the office to something less frilly and goody-goody. Her
school work was becoming less of a drudge and she was even hinting at going to
law school after college. In short, she had grown into an independent person
and I was pleased. I felt I had helped a person to grow and that was a good
feeling. In short, all was going well.
I took out my 45, an Essex framed model of WWII vintage that had been
completely reworked by an French gunsmith in Cambodia. It was black chromed,
had Ivory grips with gold inlays and the action was stainless steel. I had
carried this weapon for 6 1/2 years In-Country and had used it often. It was
reliable. I placed it in the shoulder holster and with my build could carry it
totally undetected. I will admit I had become somewhat attached to it and with
the exception of my daily office duties, I would carry it everyplace,
especially on trips. She had a few objections to my carrying a weapon. She
said if I had to carry it, then she was afraid for me and if I did not have to
carry it, she saw no reason for doing so. I told her it was not her business.
Her style of dress at the office had changed to skirts and blouses as well
as pants. For this firm, women wearing pants at that time was a little
revolutionary, although I thought it made a lot of sense. Her wardrobe for
casual wear was of two types, leather or denim and she looked spectacular in
both. I had started by buying her leather pants, vests and jackets for riding
and then skirts and dresses. Often times she would wear a very short leather
skirt with only a vest and spike heels when we went riding, causing many eyes
to turn when we came by. She would also bring a leather dress to the office on
Fridays and change before she met me at the usual local hangout. These dresses
were of one design ... very tight and with a zipper going down the front.
Often she would leave the zipper a bit low, which had a distracting effect on
many of my associates, but had an uplifting effect on me.
Once I was a little late meeting her after work, so she waited for me at
the bar. As usual there were a dozen or so guys hitting on her, one of them
was unfortunately my boss. He approached her as she waited for me and started
the usual "come here often" boring conversation, which was enough to illicit a
negative reaction from anyone. Then he proceeded to tell her how lovely she
was and said if she had been there before, he would have certainly remembered
her. I can sympathize with her repugnance at this sort of drivle, but she kept
her temper, not knowing who or what he was. She told him politely she was
waiting for someone, but my boss seemed to pay no attention to that. He came
on strong and started questioning her about what would happen if she left with
him before her friend got there. As I came in I could see what was going on,
so I hid behind one of the booths to overhear what they were saying ... OK, I
was curious as to how she would handle the situation. He was pulling out all
the stops and finally she very cooly said "I belong completely to my Master and
would have it no other way. You would not have the slightest idea of how to
begin to satisfy me and I find the thought of being anyplace with you totally
repulsive. Please leave me alone or I cannot be responsible for your safety
when he shows up."
Oh shit, now I have a real problem, but I had an idea of how to handle it.
"Linda, Dom" I said as I pretended to walk in. She was very glad to see me, he
was not. "Is your wife with you?" I asked my boss. At that he suddenly
realized there was nothing he could say about the putdown he had just gotten.
A little small talk and Linda looked at me whisperring, just loud enough for
Dom to hear, "Take me home to bed, please?" We left momentarily and did just
that.
The only comments passed about that evening from my boss was "That's quite
a little lady you've got there." I felt the outdated sexism in that remark and
a little twist in my gut at the thought of the old views of women dredged up
from the distant past of modern corporate America. I did have to agree with
the thought though "quite a lady" and left it at that.
My former employer called again and this time it was to be a longer
assignment. I cleared things with my company and I was sent to Colorado for
three weeks. After the first night I called in and told them to get Linda out
here or the job was off. I missed her so much that it hurt and I was
determined to have her with me. It was cleared with her company and she was out
there with me. It felt so good to hold her and it seemed so long since I last
had. We stayed in a small house outside the main part of the city, in the East
we call it Suburbia. The job lasted five weeks and by the end of that time we
were both thoroughly disgusted with suburban living and all that went with it.
Goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Henry Weber and back to reality, or at least back to
what we had grown to accept as reality.
It was July 4th weekend when we got back and a very long and solid weekend
in the Cave brought us both back to normal.
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'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
Part - 5, Chapter -2
By this time I had become concerned about several things. First, we had
not been with Verna, or any other women, in quite a while and I sort of missed
it. I did not want to encourage Linda to acquire any additional partners for
us, since I felt I wanted her more to myself but missed the combinations that
were possible with three. I also missed having someone whom I did not care
about to treat as I saw fit. In retrospect it was this lack of concern that
allowed me to take both Linda and Verna higher and higher. When something
became too intense for Linda to handle, I would move over to Verna for balance.
This balance was missing.
Secondly, I was worried that Linda's capacity for the Cave events would
dwindle. I had become harder on her and without the relief of a third party,
Linda had taken more than ever. She had completely enjoyed it, but I had
second thoughts about our activities since we were spending more and more time
in the Cave. It had escalated to a session beginning on Friday night and
ending on Sunday afternoon. She was always very sore and tender after these
sessions and often had difficulty in sitting, moving and often concentrating on
Mondays.
Third, since the discontinuance of the nipple piercing, the use of
alligator clips as nipple clamps had become standard. Much tension was put on
these clamps for very long periods of time. She had withstood severe pain in
these sessions and had received incredibly intense levels of pleasure from
them.
Forth, I was pushing her further and further each time. It seemed to me
her limits had to be raised each time or it might not be enjoyable for me.
Many times she would beg for me to stop only to get another enema, another
lash, or another notch on the winch. Most of the time I knew she really didn't
want me to stop, but there were those few times I was a little fuzzy about the
protests. In reality there were times I did not care.
Fifth, her manner of dress on the outside had changed by my instruction and
I had begun buying all of her clothes, including her underwear. We would go to
a department store, she would try on something, come out into the mirrored area
and then model for my approval. Most of this was underwear and it was of great
embarrassment for her to do so in public. Several times we were asked to leave
the store. There was one department store in which the salesgirl was obviously
gay and had no objection to the endless parade of skimpy attire, needless to
say we spent a lot of time and money in that store. Much of the remainder of
her wardrobe was leather, I had gotten her about twenty skirts, each one
shorter and tighter than the other. The dresses were made to my specifications
and had either very deep necklines or were completely backless. The skirts
were either red, electric blue, or black while the dresses were either black or
pastel colors. Often I could not decide what I preferred her to wear, since
she looked great in all of them. Interestingly enough, many of the designs I
created have recently appeared on the cover of magazines like Cosmopolitan.
Perhaps I was a little before my time.
Lastly, I had become obsessed about living out fantasies and expanding her
limits, which was the most destructive influence on the entire relationship.
Perhaps it was this pushing that foretold the need for balance and if I had
listened to it then, much could have been avoided.
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'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
Part - 5, Chapter -3
September, 1983 and the beginning of her last year in school. Grades were
up and the end was in sight. Assertiveness was high and to my way of thinking,
she had become a complete woman. Several fantasies had been conjured up and
noted for living out at a later date. They ran the gamut from very romantic
pirate and princess to a very brutal Spanish Inquisition type. One stood out.
In the northern part of Boston six Portuguese sailors were found guilty of
raping a woman on a pool table in a bar. For some reason she found this
extremely erotic and begged me to enact it with her, so I sought to realize
this fantasy for her. A friend of mine had a bar on Third Street in the
Village, near the Hell's Angel's clubhouse, it had a pool table and he agreed
to let us use it after closing. Just before we could get everything coordinated
Verna came back into our lives.
She started by calling Linda at her office asking to have lunch with her.
I saw no reason they should not meet since they were friends, but made it clear
that I did not want Verna to join us again. Linda agreed and they had several
lunches together. She finally asked me to talk with Verna to see if we could
patch things up for more sessions. I will admit I sort of missed that chesty
little bitch and because of this I agreed to meet with her to 'iron things
out'.
The meeting was at my friend's bar late on Friday. Linda and I got there
early, partially to check out the pool table and partially to relax and discuss
what we were going to say to Verna when she showed up. It was a sleazy hangout
for bikers most of whom wore 'colors', the denim jackets covered with gang
insignias and various parches of significance to the individuals concerned. I
was welcomed since I knew a few of the guys from my Army days. Even though I
was an officer, they all knew I was fair and treated my men decently. Because
of that I was a welcomed patron.
That night there were about fifteen to twenty bikers and four or five of
their ol' ladies (the biker's equivalent to a steady girl). The biggest was a
guy nicknamed 'Donkey' due to the size of his cock, which rumor had it at
fourteen inches long and seven and a half inches around. He had no trouble
picking up the loose, and I do mean loose, women in the place. Donkey was six
feet nine inches tall and had avoided the draft by being too tall. Remarkably,
he was one of the few who had not spent time in jail. Clean living, I guess.
Midnight came around and Verna showed up, just on time. She sat down and
ordered a drink, straight tequilla with salt and lemon. She knew this was
going to be rough and needed a bracer.
"I miss it" she said.
"What?" I asked.
"The two of you, it is like nothing means anything without you two. I
can't get myself to do anything with anybody. I want back."
"Why?" I asked.
Linda started to say something and I cut her off just before she was to
utter the first sound.
"I'll handle this" I said in a very stern voice.
Verna got very nervous, probably because she thought I was considering
something and partly since she did not want to blow it. She really wanted back
and went on and on about how good we made her feel and how good she was for us.
She mentioned a philosophical dialogue in which she put forth the fact that
what we did together was something the three of us had created and it would be
that much diminished by the lack of her participation. She said we needed her
to push those limits and without her we would dwindle. Verna also said once
you have been there, it is very difficult to stay away. She went over some
highlights of the many sessions we had and begged to return to those days.
Finally she said she would do anything to get it back and she was sorry if
anything she had done had offended us.
Something that should be known about Verna was that until she was thirty
years old she was a VIRGIN. Unthinkable as it may sound, her first sexual
experience was with us. Oh well, at least she started right. Since we had
her, she had tried to have several relationships with men and found them
completely nonphysical. It seemed I was the only guy who had ever fucked her
and for that matter, the only man who had ever done anything else to her. When
she told me this, I became a bit unnerved. I assumed she was at the very least
sexually active and we had just expanded her horizons, rather than taught her
everything she knew. This effected me a little, afterall it's OK to play
around with someone who has been around but not to deflower, so to speak, in
such an extreme way. My instant reaction was that if she had someone else,
she would not need us.
I thought about it for a while. Every time either Verna or Linda tried to
say something, I raised my hand in a gesture of silence and, needless to say,
they both obeyed. I thought perhaps a small test would be in order to prove
Verna's desire to return, since at times I felt she was with us because it was
easier than going out on her own and finding someone for herself. Yes, that
was it. A test...
"What will you do to get back?" I mused.
"Anything you want, I'll move in with you and take care of the place, cook,
clean, anything, but let me back."
"Anything I want?"
"Anything!"
"OK, do every guy and girl in this place."
The silence was deafening.
Linda looked at me and said "NO".
"Shutup or I'll turn you out too."
She froze ... suddenly the realization of Verna's return and the reality of
the harshness of the test were too much for her to deal with. She did not say
another word.
I stood up and made the announcement to the general public that Verna was a
bitch in heat and bragged she could take on this entire bar ... right there on
the pool table. I made her stand up, unbutton her blouse and remove her bra.
"Here she is guys, do her."
And they did. Donkey was first. A little head and then in the ass. A
little more head and then in the cunt. And so on and so on. Two of the girls
got into the act by giving Verna's oral talents a workout.
5:45am came and Verna had gone through thirteen guys and two girls. She
was exhausted and it was a great show. Linda and I got up and as we left I
said to Verna "Better luck next time". After all I had said ALL!
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'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
Part - 5, Chapter -4
Linda was very upset about the incident with Verna and said it wasn't fair.
I kept reminding her Verna had not met the requirements of the position and
failing fulfillment of the agreed upon contract, removed me from any obligation
to let her back. And besides, she probably enjoyed it. We did not see or hear
from Verna for quite a while.
Linda had eased off the pool table fantasy until a movie came on television
about a girl being raped. This seemed to really turn her on, so she revived
the idea. I agreed to go through with it and made the appropriate
preparations. It seems the girl was raped at knife point and had her wrists
tied with a pair of stockings while the assailant wore a ski mask. To make it
as real as possible I purchased a Buck General 7" bowie knife and for safety
dulled the blade so there would be no possibility of cutting her. The search
for a ski mask was more extensive, since all I could find were ones that
itched. Finally I found one and made the arrangement for Monday night, the day
when the bar was closed. It cost me $500 to bribe the owner, but I thought it
was worth it.
The Saturday before the planned rape we were assailed by friends of mine
from the office with tickets to the ballet, which to my way of thinking is the
second most boring thing after watching turtle races. Unfortunately it was a
reciprocal evening out, so we were socially obligated to go. I have completely
repressed what we saw on stage, partially due to the massive amounts of coffee
I had to drink to stay awake and partially because I can't stand the sight of
men in tights. Mercifully it was over and we left.
We got to the sidewalk and decided to go to a jazz club in the Village to
clear my head. I needed to remove the hideous sounds that had seemed to take
root on my ears lest they remain permanently. Linda had driven in, so she
offered to get the car. I stayed with the other couple and made small talk.
A few minutes passed and all of a sudden I had a thought. "Shit" I said,
as I ran down the block toward the garage. I rounded the corner and started
to where the car was when I heard a muffled scream from her. As I got there I
saw what was happening. The man, a black, 19 to 20 years old, 5'10", 155 lbs,
wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, had her against the car. He had a knife to her
throat and his hand over her mouth. Her blouse was torn and her breasts were
exposed.
I told him to stop. He turned and held her in front of himself with the
knife to her throat, indicating in what he assumed to be understandable English
that he would cut her if I didn't remove myself from the garage. This prompted
a reflex action on my part, I drew the 45 firing three times. The first round
caught him in the right eye taking off about three quarters of his skull, while
the second and third rounds caught him in the right shoulder and just above the
adam's apple. The second two didn't matter, he was dead after the first.
The impact forced him back about three feet and left Linda standing there
covered with blood and bone fragments. She froze, went into shock and then
became hysterical, yelling and screaming. I tried to calm her down, but a
policeman heard her and came in. I asked him to call an ambulance and the duty
Captain.
The ambulance arrived in less than two minutes and the attendants sedated
her. By this time the officer had noticed the garbage in the corner. I told
him I would speak to the duty Captain and I was not leaving. He was not sure
what to do, so he waited.
The Captain got there, I produced the correct permits for the weapon and
after a few minutes of preliminary investigation and a couple of phone calls,
he let me go to the hospital with Linda. She spent three days recovering from
the incident and I spent four days filling out reports. For some unknown
reason when you exterminate vermin there is an avalanche of paper to explain
it, but if the vermin gets away with his act there is a simple victim's report.
Something I could never understand.
Oh yes, she never mentioned the pool table again and I did not bring it up.
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'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
Part - 5, Chapter -5
We both recovered from the incident without much ado. She had been pretty
spooked about going anyplace alone for a while, but got over it rather well. I
was a little upset that I was forced to use a weapon from the jungles in a
civilized area. I had a reluctance to carry it for a while until I realized
what would have happened if I had not had it with me.
Both of us withdrew into our own little shells and waited out the dispersal
of any guilt over the happening. I never learned the victim's name, only that
he had about 20 outstanding warrants for similar crimes and had killed two
women in that same garage over the previous six months. After the initial
paperwork, I was never asked to participate in any further legal actions. It
seemed that everybody was glad he was dead, everybody except me. At first I
blamed Linda for going down there alone, then I blamed myself for being so
stupid as to let her go and then it got back to blaming Linda for needing to
become aggressive and the driving thing to bring that about. Back and forth
it went for weeks, until I finally let it go. Funny, I had never thought about
anybody else I had killed, what made this street kid any different?
Linda seemed to develop a real problem about being out of the apartment at
night. I understood and since it was the beginning of her last semester and I
was still attending for my Master's Degree, I arranged my schedule so I would
be able to drop her off and pick her up from classes. She felt better with me
around and I was reassured of her safety.
On the semester break we decided to get away for a while. Up to Vermont to
an out of the way hotel for ten days of rest and relaxation.
Problems began on the first night. After the six hour drive we were both
pretty tired, but that never stopped us before. Something very strange
happened ... Linda was afraid to make love in a strange setting. I told her it
was OK and she should get some sleep. She couldn't do that, for some reason
she was terrified to stay there. We left at 3:40am and drove back home. From
then on she would go nowhere if we could not get back home by bedtime. She
would not discuss it and was afraid to stay anywhere. I figured it would pass
and let it go.
School was winding down and it had become obvious she was graduating in
June. Easter passed and it was the home stretch. It had become obvious that
Linda was not going to sleep anywhere away from home, so plans for a long
summer vacation had to be scrapped. I considered going without her, but
thought better of it.
Graduation came and I gave her an 18k solid gold school ring. She wore it
on her right hand and the diamond on her left. Sometimes I would catch her
looking at her hand with the school ring, she was so thrilled with it and
treasured everything it meant. I was proud of her and let her know it.
Our sessions in the Cave had picked up and were getting longer and longer.
After school ended it occupied most of our spare time and I was running out of
ideas. It seemed I had done everything possible with her that could be done,
until I got an idea ... fear, the final frontier. I knew she was afraid of a
few things, most of which could not be created without a lot of effort, things
like nuclear war, earthquakes, plane crashes, big fires and the like. These
were fears, however, I did not feel she should have to confront in order to
push her limits further. Somewhere I had heard if you look at a fear and
experience it, then it will no longer be a fear. Well the order of the
universe need not be disrupted for an evening's adventure and thought of one
thing I could experiment with. She was terrified of spiders. OK, that was it.
I went to a local pet shop, purchased three large spiders and was assured
by the clerk they were not poisonous. I told him they were a gift for a 10 year
old nephew and I did not want the kid to croak. I brought them home in the
little box.
That night I suspended Linda by her wrists and also her ankles, so she
really could not move. She was wearing her usual outfit, the spike heel boots,
stockings and leather garter belt. Nipple clamps had been left off for
tonight. After a little candle wax on her stomach and shoulders, I put her
hair in a ponytail and told her I had a surprise for her. I put the gag in her
mouth and petted her gently. I told her it would be all right and there was
nothing to worry about, I was about to free her from an old fear. I still
remember the look of complete trust she had as she gazed at me.
I showed her the spiders and she started to flinch. She convulsed a bit
and then seemed to settle down a little. She stared at the little clear
plastic box and started to sweat. I could tell she did not like me putting the
blindfold on. I kept describing the little eight-legged creatures and finally
let one out on her soft skin. She flinched twice and then tensed all her
muscles in a last attempt to stop this. I released the other two and they
started to climb up from her thighs toward her love nest. They both stopped
just south of her lovely bush and stayed there, while the first one had gotten
to the space between her breasts.
She was not responding, so I assumed one of two things had happened.
Either she could not feel them or she did not believe they were really there.
They were the largest spiders I could find, so I concluded she didn't believe
what was happening. When I asked her if she wanted the blindfold off, she did
not respond, but that changed when I removed it. The look in her eyes was
rather intense and she started shaking and really sweating. Yes, the spiders
were real. They walked over her for about twenty minutes more and then I felt I
had to remove them.
I put them away and gently let her down. She clung to me with a strength
that belied her size. I removed the gag and she started to mumble "No more, no
more.....". I held her for several hours and was very gentle with her for the
rest of the night. After all, she had just had her first real experience with
terror and that can be a little un-nerving.
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