Heaven On The Seventh Floor
By J. D. Martelle

Chapter 5

	“Take all the time you need Martha, and if this is the extent you wish to interact on an intimate basis with me I'm fine with that, we can just hang out and I can teach you how to cook if you like. or if you decide your body desires a weekly plowing, also fine with me. We can have that conversation whenever you are ready.” I said shifting her in my arms and drawing her across my lap. Loving the way her tail draped between my legs.

	“I can't believe you are so open about this.  I love the feeling of being held by you, and Raich, thanks again for sharing him with me. I never would have ever expected that I would wind up like this when I left my apartment.” The Skunkette sighed happily.

	“So tell me Martha, how did losing your virginity to a human feel, I wasn't too rough on you was I?” I asked  with a smirk.

	“Oh I wasn't a virgin, I lost that when I was sixteen back in high school. I um, did a Lot of Sexing, but I always played it safe and I always used love gloves.” she replied. “This was fun, and unexpected and felt.... Like nothing I could have ever described..”

	“I believe I was your first human, yes?” I asked with a smile and a wink, She nodded smiling back.

	“Than you were a virgin to anthro-human Sexing and I was your first, ergo  you lost your interspecies virginity to me, and it is a gift I shall always cherish.” I finished,  hugging her.

	“Wow, I never thought of it like That.... I can see your point, and you are technically correct... it Was my first time,  and wow, perhaps that is a component of what has me so confuzzled. So looking at it like that than I'd have to say loosing my human Sexing virginity was way better than   losing my real virginity to Derick Rodgers, at the 'Spring Fling' school pick-nick.  I packed us a really nice food basket, and we found a nice secluded spot, He said he wanted 'cherry pie' for dessert and once he initiated me into Sexing, it kinda lit a fuse in me and I was almost out of control for a while.” She admitted with a blush.

	“So you sought out a wide variety of experiences, I take it” I asked with a knowing grin.

	“Yeah, I guess I was kind of being a total Slut for a while there, but everyone felt...Different, and each encounter taught me things about my body and how it processed pleasure.” she said thoughtfully.

	“Nothing wrong with that Lady Plushbottom, As far as I see it, your approach to Sexing was just like any horny guys,  seeking out as many different girls as he could. Why should a girl doing the same thing be seen any different?” I could see the wheels in Martha's mind  turning this new perspective over and over  and the dawning comprehension was drawing a smile across her muzzle.

	“Whoa, now that you put it that way, I can see it's Exactly the same thing. Yet in my mind I was acting like a total Slut, but at the time I really didn't care, but couldn't explain exactly Why I felt that way about it. Thanks Duncan, you just gave me a key to my approach to Sexing. And looking back on it there was never anything to be ashamed about. It just felt like the right thing to do.” she said hugging me  drawing back she looked at me a moment.

	 “Duncan, may I kiss you, please?” she asked. I  smiled with a nod and she drew me into what became a Verry passionate game of tonsil hockey.

	“Wow, you are a good kisser” we said in unison when we came up for air, than chuckled. I found myself absently fondling her left breast Martha trilled softly. “That feels really nice, sorry they are so small.” she said as her shoulders slumped.

	“Remember your inner goddess, they are the perfect size for you. But don't worry about it too much,  after you have a couple kids they should really fill out nicely, so don't be too concerned about  things like that. You are in what would be called your  'maiden' phase right now; once you move into the motherhood phase, you will gain at least two cup sizes and you should be much happier with how your body looks.

	“How did you know I wanted kids?” Martha asked in surprise.

	“Well I could say you were built for it, those nice wide child bearing hips of yours  are designed for easy birthing, so you should carry any pregnancies you have very well, and I believe you will look glorious, you will be one of those gals who  have the glow of motherhood with their pregnancies.  I never saw the reason for modern  standards of what is supposed to be considered beautiful, if you really look at them objectively it doesn't make sense.  Either you have  the Huge fake Tittied bimbo beach bunny, or the emaciated child like waif with no curves on the brink of starvation. Hell, I recall seeing a couple of images in a gallery show that made it look like you could play their ribs like a xylophone!  Personally, I can't stand the boney ones. You get into a passionate tussle with one of them and they damn near stab you to death with their killer hip bones! I like a gal with a bit of meat on her frame and both of you gals  qualify in spades. Remember the old saying: Meat for Man...Bones for Dog.” I grunted like a barbarian then laughed drawing my girls into it as well.

	“Damn Raich, I see what you mean, this guy is totally blowing my mind here! and I am so glad you goaded me into tagging along. I've never felt so comfortable being naked around others before.

	“Remember Martha, if people were meant to run around naked, they would have been born that way.” I  deadpanned. Martha snorted.

	“Exactly!” My Raccoon jumped up from the couch   doing a happy dance  to the joys of being in just her fur. “Come dance with me Martha, shake that bodacious badonkadonk!”  Rachel chortled pulling the Skunkette to her feet both girls laughing uproariously and started moving to the music flowing through their souls. Martha had the classic Black and white fur pattern Skunks were famous for. The long white mane running to her mid back flowed around her like a halo as she danced. I found the twin racing stripes that ran from the tip of her nose to the base of her broad striped tail to be  very endearing. She had white patches over her eyes  and the creamy fur ran under her chin  over her chest  and belly  and down to her inner thighs to wrap around her backside making the perfect heart pattern when she bent over. She had white gloves and socks that ran to her mid calf looking at them dancing side by side, I thought it was rather interesting that they both had similar markings on their hands and feet. Rachel danced across the living room and switched on the stereo  selecting one of her presets, soon  what sounded like classic 70's rock music was flowing through the speakers and Martha took that prompting and ran with it. launching into a dance routine that would put most exotic dancers to shame.

	Watching them dance together reminded me of time spent in communes in the 70's spending time with Rachel and Martha was showing me an entirely new side  to anthros and I was really enjoying it.

	“So you still want to do a nice beef stew for dinner  hon?” I asked when the girls decided to take a break.

	“That sounds good.” Rachel said looking out the window at the gray overcast  day as the  inclement weather moved into the region. “Wow it looks like it's rapidly turning into soup and stew weather.” Rachel finished standing at the picture window.

	“Do you do much cooking Martha?” I asked  stepping over to the Skunkette.

	“Mom said I can burn water, and she is still using 'the whole wheat brick', my first try at baking Bread that didn't turn into a charcoal brickette, for a doorstop.” she chuckles shaking her head. “No,  Rachel is a great cook, and she has shown me a few things over the years but I guess I am more like a typical college student living on fast food, take out, pot noodles and frozen pizza.” Martha  chuckled, snuggling into my side drawing my arm over her shoulder and held my hand to her chest just enjoying the contact.

	“You are a very cuddly Skunky, ya know that?” I asked with a smile.

	“Yuppers, I don't get many opportunities for cuddles, and do my best to maximize the ones I do get. And that impromptu sexing we engaged in made me feel very Very good. And while I still have some things to work  out in my head, you brought up some very relevant points that must come from decades of life experience, I  can see why Raich is attracted to you. And I appreciate the hell out of the offer to be included in whatever it is you two are building here. I can say that I do want a friendship and to learn from you if I could and I hope you can overlook my stupid questions. Mom said that going off to college would really change my life. I love Art history and I like to think I have become at least a halfway decent sketch artiest,  and despite Still being tingly all over, I can't get over the idea of thinking about you as a Fucking Drug, Duncan!” Martha chuckled.

	“Sokay Milady Plushbottom,  there is no such thing as a stupid question; all are welcome, And as with all great drugs, the first taste is Free.”  I said with a wink and a chuckle,  openly fondling her backside playfully.

	“Oh Geeze! I hope that never leaves the apartment! I would Never live it down if that name ever got out.” Martha chuckled.

	“What happens in the Raccoony boudoir, Stays in the Raccoony boudoir; Lady Plushbottom.” Rachel said with Loki dancing in her eyes. “You should know that by now, Martha, you are like my best friend Ever! You remember going to the club with me when we met Armando?” the Raccoon asked,  Martha nodded her eyes going wide.

	“I remember that guy, he like totally creeped me out. I swear he had a voice that was oily enough to float on water. But I will admit, being in that environment and talking with other people there, was a totally new experience for me. And inspired some rather dramatic arts, afterwards.” Martha  said.

	“Well Duncan got rid of the creep once and for all. And you remember how he just would not leave me alone, and  I said that I felt that he wanted to take me down a dark path?” Rachel asked, Martha nodded.

	“So you have finally given up on all that BDSM stuff?” The Skunkette asked.

	“Um....”  Rachel  blushed. “No... But I Have found a new direction thanks to Duncan.” 

	“Oh Really? Do tell?” the Skunkette grinned.

	“Chalk it up to life experiences from my wild misspent Youth.” I winked.

	“Now That, sounds like a Very interesting  Story!” Martha chortled.

	“Do you have any interest or experience in  exploring that area of the sexual landscape?” I asked with juuust the slightest hint of an edge to my voice.

	“Ooo, well the few times I went to the sex club with Raich, I left tingly and it did inspire a few very erotic dreams and fantasy's, but I was never brave enough to actually  try any of it out for myself. Why, are you offering?” she asked with mischief dancing in her emerald eyes. I smiled taking one of her hands in mine turning it over exposing the palm. I smiled at her, placing a finger on the center of her open hand.

	“Perhaps...” I said seductively as I slowly drew the finger down her palm  across her wrist all the way to her elbow. Martha inhaled with a hiss  as the unexpected erotic touch sent a shiver scampering down her spine twitching the tip of her tail. Moaning out softly  as I brought her hand to my lips and kissed her open palm.

	“Something to Think about, Right?” I asked moving into the kitchen to start Dinner.

	“You okay there Martha?” Rachel asked as the Skunkette just stared open muzzled at me as I slipped on the apron and got things ready to start a cooking lesson as if nothing had happened.

	“How the hell does he Do that?” she asked softly. Vigorously  rubbing her wrist. “That got me so unexpectedly tingly, if he had kept that kind of thing up for a few more minutes I would have ended up creaming myself just standing here.  What have the two of you done so far?” Martha asked.

	“Well we had an FRP play session and he spun a scenario that I immediately fell into and he flogged  the fuck outta me and it got me so wound up I was begging him to fuck me, it was freekin unbelievable.

	“Sounds intense, but I don't think I am into pain.” Martha said with a smirk.

	“That's just the thing, it wasn't painful at all! It was thuddy and he had me tied to the bedposts but even that was very comfortable. I swear, I fucking came in quarts! We talked afterwards, and he explained what I want is not slavery  but freedom and we are going to explore that over the coming year.

	“So he's going to be your Master?” Martha asked incredulously.

	“Oh Hell no! I am seeking the freedom and power of submission not  the kind of subjugation and enslavement  Armando was offering. I think This is why I find the idea of Submission to be both frightening and alluring, Duncan has the life experience to teach me what I need to know. He's a very loving dom, Martha.  I mean Look at him, really look...” Rachel said as the two girls studied me I kept track of them while setting up my Mise En Plase, I turned my head and gave them a nod.

	“Damn, this guy radiates  a quite power and confidence I have never seen around here before. Where did you find him?”  the Skunkette asked.

	“He showed up at work on Friday afternoon about an hour before I got off my shift. I could tell there was something very different with this guy, and after ordering he invited me to sit with him! So when I delivered his order I took a seat. I have been on my feet all day and my dogs were really barking, and he picked up on that  and offered me a foot rub! Can you believe it?” Rachel asked with a giggle.

	“Did you take him up on it?” Martha asked.

	“Oh Hell Yeah! and it was soo good it made me a bit squishy so when he asked what time I got off I asked him to follow me back to my place and find out for himself!” she  exclaimed. Rachel giggled.

	“We stopped off for pizza and beer on the way home and it turned into a real nice impromptu date and  one thing lead to another and  we agreed to spend the weekend getting to know each other, we went out today and he showed me a couple of great shops I didn't know were here and then  on our way home we ran into you, I got you to tag along and you took him for a test drive, and the rest, as they say is history. I am really glad he offered to include you in this Martha, because I really do want my best friend along for the ride.” she said drawing the Skunkette into a loving hug. It was nice to see them both melt into it. Having everything ready I called them into the kitchen.

	“Beef Stew is a Classic for a reason, it is a way to take  some very cheep ingredients and transform them into something marvelous which is why it pays to get to know your butcher. Sure, you Could go to the store and pick up a fancy package of so called 'stew beef' all nice and cubed ready to go for around five bucks a pound, and a lot of folks Do just that and think nothing of it.  But if you want a fantastic Stew, talk to your Butcher and ask for some neck meat or  beef shank,  perhaps some off cut chuck that usually goes into the hamburger mix, or, if you can find it, Deckle off  sometimes called 'Deckle of beef' which has a nice thick strip of fat running through it as well as containing a lot of 'connective tissue' which  when stewed for hours breaks down into succulent tender goodness for between twenty five to eighty cents a pound is well worth taking the time to cut it up yourself. Stew typically uses very tough and therefor rather cheep cuts of meat. that is simmered or 'Stewed' for hours to create something  delectable.”

	“A Few pieces of cooking equipment I feel are essential  are a crock pot, a Pressure cooker and a dutch oven. You can usually find them for a very good price at used goods places like good will or value village.  A crock pot will pay for itself  over and over again  because you can set it up in the morning, turn it on before you go to class and come hone to a fantastic dinner  ready to serve..”

	“That sounds like a great idea! Because I am getting really tired of what I have to eat these days and that fantastic dish you whipped up for lunch really blew my mind, if I didn't sit here and Watch you craft it,  I never would have believed I could ever make something like that.  Your running commentary showed me just how fast and easy cooking from scratch could be. Everyone I know always thinks 'I don't have time to cook from scratch, so I will just do a frozen pizza that only takes like half an hour.' Now, if I had my choice between that meatball dish or frozen pizza I would choose those meatballs every time.” Martha said starting to see that she had some real choices in her food options.

	“Good Girl,  that basic meatball recipe can give you so many different options, for example you could use those same meatballs, cook them up in a quick marinara sauce and  serve them up over your favorite pasta or  put them in hogie rolls  dusted with parm and serve them up as meatball sandwiches. Or   simmer them in gravy and  serve them with mashed potatoes  and lingonberry jam that you can get at Ikea and you now have your classic Swedish meatballs, You now have at least four meal options from the same  basic meatball that you can make ahead of time and store in your freezer.”

	“Holy Shit! I never thought of that, Daymn... I am so glad I ran into you guys. I know that whenever I was jonesing for a good home cooked meal, I would pester Raich and she would always whip up something tasty.”

	“Good to know that you can appreciate a good home cooked meal and are not totally hooked on hyper processed junk food.” I said  with a nod. You may think of a pressure cooker as being something your grandmother would have in her kitchen, but  their vast utility makes them essential in any home cooks arsenal. For it allows you to cook things quickly and gives you the ability to can your own food and sauces that you can have ready in your pantry for a fraction of the cost of commercial  canned goods, but we will go into that later on down the line,  if you are interested in me teaching you how to cook. And a dutch oven is another fantastic tool from the pioneer days that I will teach you how to use.” I added.

	“ Thank you Duncan, I really should take you up on that offer. If I could come home a decent cook, mom would  be amazed.”

	“Well I think we can give you the skills you need to be a very accomplished home  cook, it's all about passion, with the money you save cooking from scratch will be very easy on your food budget, not to mention eventually snagging yourself a great husband, it is said the quickest way to a mans heart is through his stomach, right?” I grinned.

	“I always thought it was through his rib cage?” Rachel deadpanned.

	“Oh my Gawd, Raich!” Martha guffawed. “But Duncan is right. Mom is always telling me if I could learn to cook than I'd be able to snag a good hubby and since I want kids I'd better pick up some cooking skills pronto. Thank you for offering to teach me, Master.” Martha curtsied with a playful smirk on her face.

	 I gave her the 'Look' stepping around taking her by the hand and stood her in the middle of the living room, I slowly walked around her Inspecting the Skunkette who stood before me. She had the forethought to keep her glance at the floor as I did, standing in front of my potential new girl I raised her chin to look into my eyes her eyes widened at the expression I wore.

	“So... Someone wants some lessons do they? Well I like the look of you girl, if you wish to be mine to teach,  than you shall have to submit, freely and of your own will to the lessons I choose to teach you?” I asked dropping into my Dom Voice.

	“Eep...yes Master?” Martha  squeaked, with a wide eyed stare.
	“Martha.”  I smirked.

	“Master... So, you seek in me a master, Do you, my pet?” I asked caressing her jawline seeing the way the tip of her tail was twitching she was literally vibrating with excitement.

	“Um, Um, um... Yes?”she asked with a question in her voice. 

	“Well, we shall see, shall we not?” I asked giving the Skunkette a chuckle. “If you agree to this submission, than will you wear a token of your status?” I asked.

	“Um... if one may be permitted to ask, what kind of a token...Master?” she asked sounding way out of her comfort zone.

	“ A pendent or bracelet that I place upon you that only I shall remove, marking you as claimed.

	“Um. um....Can, can I think about it?” she asked looking on the verge of panic. I snapped out of 'Dom mode' and smiled at her. 

	“Of course you can Martha, that was just a bit of fun; addressing me as 'Master' is an unspoken agreement that you wish to address the Dom in me. That didn't frighten you, did it?”

	“Um...No, it didn't exactly frighten me, but it got me squishy as hell and really turned on! The way you took me  and just inspected me like a piece of meat evaluating my potential for  whatever dark deeds you were planning really got me sprung. That was both unexpected and fun as hell!” Martha exclaimed.

	“Would you like to explore this a bit more after I get the stew going?” I asked caressing her jawline again  quivering the tip of her broad striped tail.

	“Oh Hell Yes, Please.” Martha purred.

	“Verry well, than let me teach you how to put together a great beef stew.” I said taking her by the hand and leading her back to the kitchen. I could clearly smell her arousal, she was flooding the apartment with Patchouli scented'Fuck-Me'  Pheromones, this was going to be fun.


	“Beef Stew is the result of simple ingredients  simmered  for hours resulting in an amazingly satisfying dish, perfect for this time of year.”  I said beginning the lesson.

	“Start off with a good size pot, this dutch oven will work very well, start by placing it on the heat and add some olive oil watch it when it starts to shimmer, Salt and pepper your cubes of beef  then drege in flour shake off the excess then drop in your beef but don't crowd the pan, give them some space so you can get some nice color on it. You want to caramelize the meat that will add to the richness of the broth in the final product. If you crowd the pan it will just steam and be gray.” I said as the fragrant aroma of roasting meat slowly filled the apartment. 
	“Once your meat is browned, Remove it from the pot and set it aside and then brown your onions. Add a scoch more oil if you need to...” I said placing the cubes of beef into a mise bowl and dumping in  the bowl of chopped onions. “Once they have reached a nice golden translucent  stage, dump the meat back in as well as any juices that may have collected, you want all the beefy goodness you can in here. Next add a couple of cups of beef stock, I will be showing you girls how to make your own next week. Along with a bit of salt and pepper, not too much because you are going to be reducing it down, I also add a cup of good red wine, like a nice burgundy.  All you had on hand was that merlot, but that will do in a pinch.” I said and added it to the pot. 
	“Just so you know, Never Ever buy that rot-gut called 'Cooking Wine' it has a ton of salt added to it. No, if you wouldn't drink it don't cook with it.” I said with clear disgust etched on my face. Both girls nodded solemnly. “Now we bring that up to a boil then turn it down to a simmer, put a lid on it and then check it in an hour.” I said turning to Martha and giving her a wicked grin.

	“Now it is time to attend to you, my lovely monochrome maiden.” I said seeing Martha's eyes widen in shock and excitement.
 
	“Eep!” she giggled as I stood before her taking her hands in mine and running my fingers across her palms shivering her tail.

	“If you wish to explore this we can see where it leads, or if you are getting too much out of your comfort zone we can just sit and  talk if you'd rather, as with all things in life, the Choice, is Yours.” I said dropping into my Dom voice seeing her tail twitch.

	“Yes please...” she said in a voice husky enough to pull a sled.


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