Heaven On The Seventh Floor
©2017-present By J. D. Martelle

Chapter 3

	Morning crept in on tiny cat feet.  Duncan woke with a warm furry presence snuggled next to him. Smiling, he eased himself out of bed managing to not wake her in the process. He turned to watch Rachel sleep, she was adorable. Noting the time, a bit past eight in the morning,  he stopped off at the bathroom before making his way to the kitchen. Clapping and rubbing his hands together he thought breakfast was definitely in order. Perusing the available supplies  and tools at his disposal making sure he had what he needed before starting his task, and being pleasantly surprised time and again with the resourceful Raccoon's pantry. He smirked thinking he would have to compliment her on her...'Pantries'.
 Perhaps he should serve her a classic breakfast in bed, but not finding a dining tray  he rethought his options. 
	Fresh hash browns, bacon and a nice Dutch pancake  served with syrup and jam, along with freshly brewed coffee would make a nice start to the day, he thought washing a few good sized bakers and setting a box grater in a stainless steel bowl, Duncan set up his cooking station.

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	Rachel woke with a murr, pleasantly  sore in a few places, a testament to a very passionate night. Stretching she sat up in bed absently skritching the fur on her chest, stiffening her dusky rose nipples in the process before running her fingers through her  sleep tossled tresses, slowly getting out of bed she stretched once more. Seeing her disheveled reflection, she smiled at herself “Talk about the morning after the night before... Damn that was fun.” she said to her reflection before searching for Duncan. Padding into the living room she saw him  busy in the kitchen; from the wonderful savory aromas filling her apartment,  she knew she was in for something special. Her belly growled in response as she once again sniffed the air  before padding into the kitchen to see if he needed a hand with breakfast.

	“Mmmorning...” she trilled sleepily. “Oh my goodness what have you done this morning Duncan?” she asked as he was putting the finishing touches on a feast.

	“Ah, morning Love Bandit.  You look like you slept well, Thank you for last night. I thought I'd make breakie to start our 'Caterday' off right.” I said  wiping my hands on a towel I had tucked into the apron I was wearing before drawing her into a quick hug. She returned it  in full measure. “How are you doing this morning, hon?” I asked just as the timer went off, turning back to the stove pulling one of the cast iron frying pans from the oven containing a large puffy Dutch pancake and setting it on a trivet on the counter.

	“Pleasantly sore in a few places, and I think I may be walking funny, but a shower may help with that,  I haven't had my tail pulled that much since I got bullied as a kid,  but I liked the way you did it. I must say Duncan, you really pushed my fuckable flexibility to it's limits last night, but No regrets! whatever you are making smells Wonderful and for some reason I am Starving this morning.” Rachel beamed at seeing everything on display.

	“Coffee's ready, pour yourself a cup if you like, I'm not sure what you take in it. We have fresh hash browns, bacon and a Dutch pancake served with syrup and jam. I can also do eggs if you want...”
I said dusting the pancake with powdered sugar before cutting it into quarters and dishing up my lovely Raccoon... 'At what point did I start to think of her as 'My Raccoon?' I wondered. “How Do you like your eggs?” I asked with a wicked wink. Rachel placed a paw on her lower abdomen grinning at me.

	“...After the pounding you gave me last night, I'd have to say 'scrambled', that was awesome, but usually I like them over easy. Thanks Dunk, this looks amazing.” she said taking a seat at the table.
	“Mmm good coffee, what did you do differently? it's so smooth.” she asked.

	“Added a pinch of salt to the coffee grounds before pouring the water over it, the salt helps buffer the acids and improves the flavor, making for a much smoother cup.” I said taking a seat across from her and nibbling a crisp strip of bacon enjoying watching Rachel discover something new.

	“Wow this, what did you call it, a Dutch pancake?” she asked I nodded she smiled in delight. “Well, it's really Good! It is puffy and eggy and I find it really really tasty. You are going to have to show me how to make these.

	“Sure thing Love Bandit they are very easy and perfect for having on a cool wintery 'Caterday'  all you do is place a half cup of AP flour into a bowl, add a teaspoon of salt and three tablespoons of sugar and mix well, then add a cup of milk, two eggs and a tablespoon of Vanilla, mix that smooth  and that's your basic batter. Next take an oven safe skillet, I like to use cast iron and you just happen to have a couple so I knew what I was going to make. Place it into a four hundred degree oven with half a stick of butter you want to melt the butter in the oven that allows the skillet to get nice and hot.” I said. Finishing off the strip of crispy bacon.

	“What is AP flour?” Rachel asked with her fork hovering over her plate.

	“All Purpose, standard flour most folks have around the house. Anyway When the butter is melted you whisk your batter once more to make sure there are no lumps, and then pour it into the hot pan and set the timer for about fifteen minutes, check it and it should be ready, though it may need three or four more minutes. Then you just pull it, dust it with powdered sugar, and cut it into wedges and serve with jam, fresh fruit or syrup.” I finished.

	“Wow, that really is easy! And sooo yummy! And can you believe that I have Never had one before and they are totally awesome! Thanks again Dunk, please remind me to write that down later. These hash browns are massive! They remind me of the kind I would serve up back at Rineheart's truck stop, the place I worked at back in high school.” Rachel grinned happily, crunching her fork through the crispy potatoes

	“You were a waitress in a Truck stop?” I asked somewhat surprised.

	“Beats working at the mall, and no twitter heads or 'nee girls. Ya know, “Britteny, Tiffany, Cortney, Stephanie.... the 'nee girls. 'Like, ohMyGawd... This is so Totally Bitchin, Riiight?' ...ugh couldn't Stand them back in high school. The incessant Giggling just about drove me mad,  they always traveled in herds, wearing the most obnoxiously sweet and cloying perfumes, trying to cover up their illicit smoking,  they were like a toxic cloud! makes me gag just thinking of it. Worst thing was they couldn't think their way out of a sinking wet paper sack!” she growled.

	“You sound like you were in the goth crowd. 'I only wear black  tell something Darker comes along,” I chuckled trying to picture Rachel as a 'Goth Chick'.

	“Not really my scene, way too much drama for a bunch of empty headed nihilistic losers.” 	“Always Sooo Serious, depressed and humorless. I was somewhere between the neo-hippies and the free thinkers; question everything, seek deeper truths, and try to live with no regrets while extracting as much joy and life experience as you can.” she said leaning back in her chair contentedly rubbing her belly. “And speaking of memorable life experiences, so far my time with you has been a fantastic one. I like the concept of having no fences around your mind, that you are totally free to explore Everything, with no reservations.” Rachel said with half lidded eyes giving me a soft smile.

	“Thank you Love Bandit, I am really enjoying my time with you as well. You are the first anthro I have ever been intimate with, and boy, have I been missing out an a wonderful experience, thank you for showing me what I have been missing out on all these years.” I said reaching out and taking her hand in mine giving it a soft squeeze. Rachel's eyes went wide.


	Seriously, I'm your first anthro? Wow I never would have guessed it from last night, you were...Masterful in the bedroom. I figured you must have had plenty of experience loving us...Wow,  Thank you?” she said with a slight blush.

	“Well my last name is Masters, but seriously, I do have a lot of passionate experience and figured  it should cross over, I'm glad that it has so far. And you are most welcome.  Yesterday I was wondering the Ave not sure where the day was going to take me, just really enjoying the people watching, then decided what I needed at that moment was some coffee, and there was only one spot on the Ave to get it and the rest as they say, was history.” I said hoisting my cup in toast.
 
	“Ya know, Dunk, I could see myself spending a lot more time with you, if you would be interested in that proposition?” she asked clinking her coffee cup with mine.

	“Intriguing idea my dear, what did you have in mind?” I asked.

	“Be my friend, be my lover, walk with me for a time down the road of life, seeing what comes. I am really beginning to like you Duncan, you have a lot of life experience I'd like to share in, I have at least a year on my BA in art here at U Dub,  and I wouldn't mind spending more of that time with you before I go back home.” she said regarding me, a half smile painted her muzzle.

	“I must admit, I do rather like that idea, nothing too serious, keep it casual and friendly. For you have your whole life ahead of you, and if I can become a fond memory from your college years, I don't think that would be too bad a thing, do you?” I ask giving her a wink, she beamed, her eyes bright.

	“I think that sounds just fine to me! Don't get me wrong, the Sex is awesome, but you bring soo much more, I feel there is a lot you could teach me about life that I would never experience  during my time here, and I hope I can give you some wonderful memory's as well along the way...” She smiled wagging her eyebrows, her golden amber eyes brightly shining in her chocolate mask.

	“Well alright then, what's next on your list of things to do on a lazy Caterday?” I asked Rachel  after loading the dishes into the washer and finishing the clean up. She gave me a seductive smile her tail swaying slowly behind her.

	“How about some nice clean naughty fun in the shower?” Rachel suggested with a  smile that hinted at much and promised more. Just then the com panel in the living room trilled. Rachel held up one finger. “Hold that thought a moment, will ya please?” she asked as she padded into the living room and  tapped the glowing panel on the wall.

	“Simmons residence, how may I direct your call?” she asked sounding like a professional corporate secretary.

	“...Hello my Pet... I am calling to inform you that you have an appointment with Armando. Eight pm, Club Desire.” The male voice announced in slightly accented English. Rachel rolled her eyes.

	“Armando... I am Not your... Pet.  I never agreed to that, and you know it.” Rachel said with an edge to her voice.

	“ Now now my sweet  young Ma-pá-che,  for you yourself know to be a proper submissive you need to be trained, and Armando has generously agreed to train you.” He said with a chuckle. I could almost 'see' him patting her on the head. “ Armando  has the discipline room reserved for us. You will show up fifteen minutes early, dressed  in your trench coat and panties. You have a few lessons to learn tonight, but Armando has faith in you... If you do exceptionally well tonight, Armando just might have a... very nice reward for you my Pet.” he said in a voice so oily it could float on water. Rachel's tail was thrashing in irritation.

	“Armando is Not listening. Rachel is Not  His Pet or plaything.  For Rachel has made Other arrangements and is No longer on the market, for she has contracted with someone far more experienced than Armando and has already pledged herself to him. So Delete Rachel's number and move along, Armando!” She snarled.  I stepped  over resting my hands on her shoulders giving them a  reassuring squeeze, she gave me a desperate look. I nodded, my face  suddenly  cold and unreadable. I moved her out of the way.

	“What? Who dares to poach Armando's Pet!” He demanded, Rachel hugged me. I  could feel her shuddering.

	“She now belongs to Master Straga, Armando.” I said with cool authority. “You overplayed your hand, and frightened her right into my possession.  There is more to being a master than discipline. While I suppose it is possible to beat a submissive into compliance, a wise, and loving Dom will allow the submissive to enter freely and of her own will. It makes for a much  stronger bond and shows the community that she serves her master with pride and love. A frightened kowtowed Submissive reflects very poorly on the Dom who  trained her.” I said in a voice you could have broken icicles off of.

	“... Ah, yes... You are correct Sir. Armando has forgotten his place... May she serve you well, Sir. Don Armando relinquishes all claim on her, and thank you  Master Strega, for you have given Armando much to contemplate this night, adiós.” he said before disconnecting the call. 

Rachel sank to her knees before me a look of awestruck wonder painted on her face.  I let that aspect melt away and smiled down to the amazed Raccoon, pride shining in my eyes.

	“Well, I think that will be the last you will ever hear from Armando. I suspected he was an arrogant prick from the way you described your encounters with him. He has far too much of his own ego wrapped up in trying to play the powerful master; he has many more lessons to learn before he can truly  claim the mantle of a Dom.” I said with a smirk, drawing Rachel to her feet. 

	That... That was...  Impressive! Where did you?” I paused her question with a single finger lightly pressed to her muzzle. She smiled.

	“Age and Treachery will Always win out over Youth and Skill.” I winked with a smile of my own. “Just chalk it up to all that 'Life Experience' you perceived in me earlier, but if you Must know, I'd say it was partly a product of my misspent youth, something I was investigating in my early twenties, trying to understand what made a submissive tick. Why was it that nice girls went for total asshats who treated them like crap and they kept coming back for more? My investigation lead me to some very interesting folks in the leather community, and three years later, Master Strega was born.” I said holding out my arms before folding them across my broad chest giving my Love Bandit a nod.

	“If you wish to learn the power submission can give to you, than we can explore that at some point. As I have said before, I have no interest in living the BDSM lifestyle, But, it is something we can incorporate into  some of our special time together if you wish to, my sweet Love Bandit.” I said lovingly caressing her cheek and jawline as I felt her melt against me, nodding.

	“Yes please... Seeing the difference between a True Master and a poser like Armando, who I felt submission equates to degradation, I get the feeling that you can show me what it is about being submissive that I find so alluring.” she almost whispered against my chest as I held her in my loving arms.

	“To learn the power a true submissive holds, when she truly comes into her understanding  of herself and her place in the world,  you can see it reflected in their eyes, the power and pride they show is a joy to behold and the respect they garner is wonderful, for a well trained submissive is a point of pride for their Doms, one thing you must understand Love Bandit. Submission is Not Slavery; in fact it is the opposite, and a well trained submissive radiates that power, and believe me  love, submissive's Do have power.  Far too many folks outside the community, in the 'vanilla world' only assume the worst aspects of submission. Don't get me wrong there are some within the community who get off on the  darker aspects, your buddy Armando  seems like the type, but he is young and not well traveled. Now, back in the day, my submissive's were the pride of my time in the community and always fetched some of the highest prices at the Charity auctions.” I said  at the shocked look on my Raccoon's face.

	“Twice a year the community center would hold a “Submissive Auction”  where the Community members would bid on the submissive's up for auction and the proceeds would go to charity and the winners would have the pleasure of the new submissive for  the weekend. There were rules of conduct of course, as the guest submissive's couldn't be  abused, for it would reflect very poorly on the Dom who mistreated another Dom's submissive. It gave the submissive the opportunity to learn from another Dom improving their training and showing with pride the training they had received  with the opportunity to teach the guest Dom's submissive's the skills they had learned. Best of all, the money raised went to good causes. So it was a Win-Win in my book.” I said running my hands down Rachel's back and lovingly cupping her rump in my hands pulling her to me.

	“That sounds so totally amazing. You are completely blowing my mind here, ya know that, Right? You have totally given me a completely new take on the whole D/s dynamic. I see now that Armando was taking me down the wrong path, because I didn't want to be someones sex slave and I suspect that was what he was trying to groom me for. I mean, I'm an Artiest, and with a few notable exceptions,  we tend to be more introverted by nature, but I definitely want to explore this in much more detail, Dunk. And Thank you, for helping me deal with Armando.” she said lowering her head her entire body language drooping. Raising her chin to look into my eyes a gave her a loving smile,  she reflected it.

	“You are my Friend, You are my Lover, and we have agreed to walk the path of life together for a while and see what comes.  You indicated you wished to share in my life experiences, this is one of them. I didn't expect it to come up as soon as it had, for I wanted to ease you into the idea before we proceeded, but here we are. I will say that for all his faults, Armando was right about one thing; You Do have the makings of a fantastic Submissive in you Love Bandit, and I look forward to bringing that aspect out in you at some point. But... Right now we have a date in the shower for some good clean fun.” I reminded her with a rakish grin. Rachel brightened , grinning wickedly taking me by the hand and turning for the bathroom before looking over her shoulder.

	“Good clean Naughty Fun.” She chortled with renewed vitality flowing from her very being.

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	In the warm steamy intimate space I learned the joys to be had running my hands through the shampoo slicked fur of an anthro, it added an entirely new dimension to this wonderful creature taking my time bathing my Raccoon. She trilled and churred in pleasure at my ministrations and her paws were not idle, furry paws running over my sudzy body was a sensation I would never forget. Rachel looked like a storm cloud covered head to toe in rich creamy lather.  She was working on her chestnut mane as I worked my hands over her chest fondling those well sculpted breasts that seemed to defy gravity in their fullness then down across the well muscled plains of her belly and the curves of her broad hips to dive between her thighs working the cleansing  lather over the heart of her femininity. She shuddered as my fingers glided over her labia, involuntarily bucking her hips as I gently worked my fingers over, around and through the gates of her temple of  immortality. She suddenly wrapped herself around me with a soapy splat churring loudly.

	“Oh Fuck Dunk...You are getting me so wound up! I'm going to need some relief soon.” she huffed reaching down to stroke my rampant erection. She looked at me pleadingly, I smirked with a nod.

	“Very well Love Bandit... Assume the Position.” I ordered, she spun around planting her hands on the wall and spreading her feet wide rocking her hips back to receive me; flopping her sudzy tail to the left before resting her forehead on the cool shower tiles. I reached up and pulled the chain  on the wide shower head inundating us in a deluge of warm water washing the lather from our bodies. Rachel yelped at the sudden shock of the warm water. I took that moment to grip her by the hips and hilt myself into her in one smooth thrust, bucking my hips hard. Rachel's reaction was immediate, the flood of unexpected pleasure sent her over the edge as she writhed in her own release I jackhammered my way into her. Building a feedback loop that sent her  higher and higher into her release until she passed out from synaptic orgasmic overload. I held her close to me supporting her limp form impaled on my rampant shaft as she recovered, gently rinsing the rest of the shampoo from her  pleasure ravaged body.

Disengaging, I rotated her around to face me, draping her limp arms over my shoulders as I sluiced the remaining lather from her body, pinning her to my chest with one arm I shut off the water and held her against me. She moaned in pleasure; a beatific smile on her muzzle. A few minutes later she fluttered her eyelids sighing in contentment.

	“Thank you... Sir, may your Raccoon please show you some cock worship?” she asked  feeling my penis pressing against her belly. She looked up at me with such reverence.

	“ Love Bandit; you may come to find, that the answer to most of life's important questions is...Yes.” I said  caressing her cheek, she slowly sank to her knees planting a string of reverent kisses along my hardened shaft. I reached down caressing her ears as she slowly worked me into her muzzle.

I leaned back against the wall of the shower while my Raccoon showed her devotion. I understood it and accepted it as an expression of both her gratitude for dealing with Armando, and allowing her submissive side a chance to come out and play. I will say, she was Good.  I sensed a deeper aspect  to her oral ministrations than the first playful  encounter last night on the couch. I reached down caressing her cheeks, stroking her hair and  ears this  increased her tempo,  there was not urgency here, this was pure devotion. I rubbed both ears between my thumbs and forefingers to get her attention. She looked up at me with such a happy loving look in her eyes I smiled back.

	“Getting close, Love Bandit, how do you want to proceed?” I asked. She pulled me from her muzzle kissing the tip of my penis before answering me.

	“ Sir, your submissive wishes you to please paint her Tits with your loving gift.” she softly pleaded with a loving smile dusting her muzzle. I was so proud of her impromptu submission.

	“You remember the answer to most of life's important questions?” I asked, she nodded happily. 

	“Than I shall gently tug your ear when I am ready to deliver.” I said with a loving wink and Rachel continued to demonstrate her delicious oral talent with renewed vigor. Within a few minutes it was getting almost impossible for me not to grab her by the head and play 'muzzle loader'. She could sense my nearness, pulling back slightly and taking a deep breath before she pushed me past her back teeth and as deeply as she could manage at this angle down her eager gullet. The rhythmic constriction of her swallowing action sent me sailing over the precipice of a massive primal orgasmic release. I  gave her ear a tug and she drew off me rising up cupping her breasts to receive my gift. I grabbed my twitching shaft and unloaded on her like a fire hose, twelve rapid shots painted the damp fur of her breasts with my shimmering translucent seed. Rachel cheered in delight as I painted her  Tits with my cream. The  titanic release brought me to my knees. I  snarled as my last shot painted her belly and thighs. Rachel trilled churring in pure Ecstasy as she massaged my seed into the light tan fur of her breasts, glazing her rock hard dusky rose nipples and aureoles. cheering in triumph.

	“Thank you,  Master Straga.” My Love Bandit  churred lovingly as she gently cupped, fondled and massaged my loving gift into her ample chest. I placed my hand between her ears.

	“You are quite welcome, my sweet submissive Love Bandit.” I said with a smile. She met my gaze and gasped at the look of love and pride I was bestowing upon her. She wrapped herself around me hugging the stuffing out of me. I held her just cherishing this wonderful creature  who had come into my life  all because of a chance meeting. This was shaping up to be one heck of an epic weekend encounter.

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End Chapter 3