3 comments/ 39299 views/ 9 favorites Beware What You Wish For Ch. 01 By: yesterdayman984 Chapter 1 She closed her eyes and let her mind drift back to that Sunday. It had been late in the evening when she found out. Looking back, maybe her finding out was what he had always intended; maybe he couldn't bring himself to confront her with the issue head on, so left a trail; the light left on in the office, the computer not closed down, browser history not cleaned off. It was the sort of invitation that a curious and intelligent woman would find difficult to resist. She laid back, splashed some of the bath water over her breasts and took in the smell of the scented candles. That Sunday was now six weeks ago. By the end of the week after the discovery she had checked out all the sites he had visited, made notes, followed threads, and compared experiences. Two days later she had made the decision to talk to him. Lauren knew there would never be a right time or a right place, just the best time and the best place. It turned out to be three days later. They had eaten late, shared a bottle of wine and the mood music just seemed right. It helped that she had drunk an extra glass of wine to normal; sometimes that's all it takes. She nuzzled up real close, ran her fingers through his hair "Steve," she said quietly stroking his arm Maybe it was the way she said his name, but suddenly he felt tense, unsure. He looked into her eyes but they provided no clue. Her face too was a total blank "Yes." His voice sounded distant, detached, as if he were preparing himself emotionally. "You remember the other night, the night when you left the computer running - - - ." She paused, turning away to compose herself before she continued. "Did you mean me to go to those websites?" For a while he looked away, said nothing, before eventually turning full toward her. "Lauren, I think we need to talk." She looked deep into his eyes and spoke with the gentlest of voices "Yes my love, I think maybe we do." At first they talked around the issues, rather than about the issues. They each picked their words carefully, each probing the other; testing sensitivities; checking on boundaries. He explained how he felt, explained that he had felt that way for a long time, just kept it to himself, fantasised. He explained as best he could why he thought he felt as he did. This was the part she found most difficult to understand. She mainly listened, comparing it to what she had learned from the websites, recognising his feelings and thoughts from what she had seen. He spoke quickly as if he needed to get it all off his chest in one go, release all his pent up emotions, make her aware of his fantasises. All the while he spoke his eyes were directed at the floor; then suddenly it was over and a strange peace seemed to envelope the room. She took hold of his hand and gently squeezed it, her voice now little more than a whisper "I guess we all have our little quirks," she said, "we just need to work through them - - - if we can." He nodded slowly, his eyes still downcast. At the beginning, when she first viewed the postings on the websites, it had all seemed so bizarre, so way out, that she had wanted to pinch herself to check that everything was real. Much of it, even now, she still found strange and unreal, but also she felt a strange intrigue, a desire to explore beyond her normal boundaries; to visit and experience the unknown. "In order for me to fully think this through, you will have to tell me truly your needs," she said, "only then can I make the decision you require. You speak of female domination and I fully understand that you are not unique in having these fantasises, but from what I have seen these seem to vary from one person to another. There is much written about feminisation, is this something that turns you on?" "No, it is not something that interests me." For the first time in a long while his composure seemed to be improving. She smiled, "good, that is a relief. And what about cuckolding?" "That is more difficult." "I see, but is it something, were I to be interested, that you would consider." "Consider - - - yes, possibly, although it would be difficult." "Difficult, but if it was my wish, you would consider it?" "If it was your wish then I could not deny you your pleasure?" "So, should I wish to pleasure myself with another man's cock, you would not deny me that pleasure." "Your pleasure is all that matters." "Really - - - wow." A wicked smile crossed her face. "Of course everything is about control and domination, how would you see that working out on a practical day to day level?" "That's a difficult one. I think emotionally I will always want you to dominate me." He paused. "I guess what I am trying to say, is that sometimes, in fact much of the time, it will be kind of passive; just an awareness between the two of us without any physical expression." "And what about the other times?" "I think they would be more overt." "How do you mean?" "To me it is all about you expressing yourself; your dominance, your control." She remembered the regalia; the rituals; the strict obedience required that she had read about "You mean by me requiring you to kneel before me, address me as mistress, that sort of thing?" "Yes." "And that is important to you?" For the first time in a long while, he looked directly into her eyes and held her gaze. "Yes, without signals we cannot move from the passive stage to the overt stage and it is the thought of the physical expression of your domination that turns me on." She nodded slowly, then rose from her seat beside him on the floor and walked across to the window. She stood quite still, looking through the fading light into the distance; across the fields and beyond them to the small copse at the top of the lane. He looked intently at her as she turned back toward him, then her heard her voice. "I now understand what female domination means generally and to you in particular. Now I need to think things through, make sure of my own feelings, then I will let you know my decision. Give me just a few days." He nodded, his journey had started, and his heart was already racing. She sat on the edge of the bath, trimming, neatening everything up, first with scissors, then a small ladies razor, then a trimmer with a grade one blade. That was how she liked it; just a narrow strip, no more than half an inch wide and not more than an overnight shadow of growth. Almost like it was something you saw rather than felt. She had run various scenarios through her mind many times before she made the decision, yet even she could not be sure exactly why she came to the decision she did. But there were two thoughts in particular that excited her and that, try as she might ,she could not get out of her mind; how far could she persuade him to go and how far would she be prepared to push her own boundaries. She would never have believed the expression of delight that crossed his face when she told him the news, when she said, "Alright, let's give it a try, but nothing too radical, let's start slowly, say four weeks then reflect." They agreed that they would address each other as mistress and slave, although she giggled at the thought of saying the latter. Then she laid down her demands for their relationship during the four week period: -He could only cum if and when she agreed. -He could not touch her without her consent. -He would not see her naked, or have "normal" sex with her, before the end of the four week period. -He would learn from her words, manner and clothing, and without express instruction, the start and end of overt periods of domination. -And above all, she demanded his understanding, that giving her pleasure was his only reason for being. That was how it all started and today was the last of day of the twenty eight day trial period She stood in front of the long mirror on the bathroom wall; checked herself out, liked what she saw. Thirty five two weeks ago, but hardly a line to be seen; five foot eight and one hundred and thirty pounds; tightly packaged; honed to perfection by hours in the gym. She lifted her arms; no slack; ran her hands around her tight butt; across her tight stomach; down her muscled thighs. Everything checked out. The half an hour she had told him was now working towards an hour. She could picture him sitting, waiting, pensive, uncertain of what to expect. She took down the small hanger from the back of the bathroom door, soon she would be ready, but, as she told herself, there was no reason to rush. By the time he heard her feet coming toward him, a sweat had formed on his brow and his heart was racing, his breathing irregular. As soon as he saw her his cock stirred, then became semi erect as if it was saluting her entry into the room. She smiled broadly. "What a wonderful welcome. I can see that not letting you relieve yourself over these last few weeks has meant that your cock has become much more attentive when I enter the room- - - I must remember to keep it that way, assuming of course that you want to continue with our arrangement- - - but then I suspect that you do, even though you don't know the new rules that I have in mind." Again his cock twitched as if it took in the news Again she smiled, even broader than before. "Goodness me" she said, "your cock seems to be looking forward already - - - maybe I should look at the rules again, perhaps tighten them a little. What do you think?" "Whatever pleases my Mistress?" "Well said slave." He had expected her to be fully clothed, instead she wore just the briefest of black thongs, but in his totally naked state, even that small amount of material was enough to convey her total dominance and to ensure that he knelt quietly at her feet. Her virtually naked body was mere inches away from him, but he could only look and lust, draw in the scent of the perfume on her body and feel powerless as he was almost overcome by an overwhelming desire to possess her, to ram his cock deep into her pussy, screw her until she begged him to stop. He felt her move imperceptibly closer, felt his cock harden, saw her smile; a small alluring smile that said you bought this all on yourself, now, can you deal with it. She slipped into the chair beside which he knelt, his hands clasped behind him as she had instructed. "Get up slave and stand here in front of me." Suddenly her voice and manner had changed, the earlier light humour replaced by an iciness that sent a cold shiver down his spine. He stood up and turned round so that now he faced her, his hands still clasped behind his back. "Have you cum slave?" He shook his head. She gesticulated angrily with her finger. "Answer my question; don't just shake your head." "Sorry mistress. No mistress." "Are you sure?" "Yes mistress" She leaned forward, placed her hand under his balls and then raised them slightly as if she were weighing them. "They certainly seem full and heavy. Indeed as they should be after four weeks. Have you touched your cock slave?" "Occasionally I have mistress." "She smiled. "I admire your honesty slave, but touching yourself is of no concern to me. Surely it must be like itching a rash; in the short term it provides a measure of relief whilst in the longer term it serves only to build up your desire to ejaculate, increase all your frustrations. Do you regret it almost as soon as you have touched it slave? " "Yes mistress." She looked at me for what seemed like an eternity but was probably no more than sixty seconds "Slave I imagine you find it extraordinarily difficult not being allowed to cum, am I right?" "Yes mistress" "Are any times more difficult than others?" "Obviously the longer it is without relief, the more difficult it becomes." "Otherwise?" "As you know, when you stroke it mistress, then it becomes very difficult." She smiled and leaned forward, wrapped her small hand around his cock and gave it three or four long slow strokes until it was rock hard. She played with like it was a toy to be used for her amusement. She could feel it pulsing between her fingers as alternatively she played with the head and the shaft. "Slave, I have this idea for testing your reflexes. I want to take you to the edge and keep you there, test your reflexes. But on no account must you cum, do you understand?" He nodded For the next twenty minutes she took him up to the top of hill, kept him there as long as she could and then brought him down, before she took him all the way back up again so to speak. From time to time she had to let go of his cock as it twitched and one spasm quickly followed another, before entering a zone of its own. She heard him groan and twist as he focused on controlling his out of control cock and fought to stave off the ejaculation that was a hand stroke away. During these occasions she watched his cock, as if mesmerised by its wild and chaotic movements. Then she would giggle as it subsided and she could see that no accident had taken place, that he had obeyed her and had not cum. Finally as she tired and the novelty faded, she dropped his cock and leaned back in his chair; smiled as she watched it go limp and lifeless "Goodness that was fun slave; we must do that more often. Kept you on your toes didn't it?" she smirked. "Now today is the end of our trial arrangement, the future is now up to you. You can stop now and everything will revert back to how it was before. If you choose that course then that will be it, there will never again be the chance to play out your fantasises. But if you choose to continue then we have some interesting decisions to make, the choice is yours." She put her head on one side waiting for his reply. He knew that the choice was loaded; on the one hand the certain ending of his fantasises, on the other, a vague and unchartered future under her new and undeclared rules - - - but they both knew which he would choose To be continued Beware What You Wish For Ch. 02 Chapter 2 "Are you certain?" she asked I nodded "You're quite sure?" She paused as if to give me time to reconsider. "Remember slave, once you have committed there is no way back, no return to the old habits, old rules." Again she paused "Indeed there will now be only one way forward - - - my way, but of course you understand that; so again for the final time, are you sure?" "Yes Mistress" I whispered, "I'm sure." For what seemed an eternity, but was probably no more than sixty seconds, she looked directly at me, a wistful smile playing gently around the corners of her mouth, as if she were remembering the end of an era, the way things had been ordered, but would be no more. Then she rose and looked down at me, her thin black thong, minimal though it was, emphasised my nakedness and her dominance. "So be it then, you have made your decision." Her hands were on her hips, her body tilted slightly backwards, her crotch inches from my face "Now kiss me." she ordered I leaned forward and gently kissed the thin band of black material, making sure, as I hadn't been invited to do otherwise, that my mouth made no contact with her skin. She smiled and stepped back. Immediately, as if as a reflection of the aura that surrounded her,my head fell gently forward so that all I could now see were her feet. "Slave; I now need some space, a short time to relax and refresh. When I am refreshed I will call you, in the meantime you may complete your chores while I - - - well - - -." She giggled "Perhaps that's for me to know and you to just imagine." Twenty minutes later, just after the last of the dishes had been removed from the dishwasher, I heard the bedroom door close and her voice invite me back to sit by her chair. This time I was instructed to kneel in front of her. When I was properly settled she handed me down a small jar of body lotion. "Slave, as you know I've always welcomed your hands on my body and there is no reason for that not to continue. Indeed when massaging me over the years you have shown a great understanding of the needs of the female body; softness of touch, subtlety of movement, and above all an awareness of those parts that most respond to stimulation. You may now revisit all of those parts, starting with my feet and working up my body. There is however one part, that protected by my thong, that on no account may you touch. Indeed I should warn you that if, for whatever reason, you do not comply with this requirement then you will be punished severely." I removed the lid from the jar, and taking a small amount on my fingers, started to massage her feet. First her left, then her right, then onto her calves; gently kneading the cream into her firm, developed muscles. She let out a low moan of pleasure "Slave as ever your touch pleases me." Her voice was soft, husky, bidding me to pleasure her body further with my hands. "Slave we are now moving into new territory, where the rules are unclear, the boundaries uncertain, but have no fears, whatever the challenges I will be beside you to guide you through the maze. You will be given choices that you will be absolutely free to choose from; nothing will happen to cause you embarrassment, unless of course it is of your own making and, most of all, remember, that above everything else I love you." I closed my eyes and slowly drank in the meaning of her words I reached up to her thighs, caressing her firm defined body, my thumbs and fingers tracing each muscle, each hand running along the outside and then the inside of her limbs, enjoying the alternative firmness and softness of her flesh. I marveled at the tone of her body, at the results of evenings in the gym, early mornings in the pool. For the first time I was becoming conscious of the physical effort of both kneeling, and at the same time balancing, as I reached up and out to her body, constantly changing my center of gravity as my fingers moved to the jar then back to her body.But I knew there would be no respite, just as I knew only one outcome would be permitted; her complete pleasure. If she was conscious of my physical state she did not show it, as she relaxed and soaked up the attention I was giving her. Now my fingers were at the top of her legs,so,so near her thong. I focused my mind on counteracting the occasional slight movements of her body as she responded to my touch. Then I let out an inward sigh of relief as my fingers and hands finished with her thighs and moved up above her thong. I laid the palms of my hands on her stomach, gently spreading the lotion, marveling at the strength in her muscles,the tightness of her butt. Now I was perspiring and the ache in my thighs and lower back had intensified. If only she were six inches nearer, the constant need to change balance would be unnecessary. Okay,I would still have had to reach up, but it would have been in a vertical line, not a line at an angle away from me. I gritted my teeth; I knew I had to get on with it, that I could not ask her permission to move forward and help me out. Occasionally I would look up into her face and now, suddenly, I saw a change. Earlier her eyes were mere slits as she abandoned herself to the total pleasuring of her body. Now her eyes were wide open; she was aware; aware of the beads of perspiration on my brow; aware that my breathing had become heavy; aware of the strain on my face. Instinctively I knew that she expected me to work through the discomfort, to focus not on my discomfit but totally on giving her pleasure. My hands and fingers were now fully extended as they reached up to smooth the lotion on her upper body. Looking back it was probably predictable that it would happen, whether it was caused by the slight movement of her body, my fatigue, or, more likely, a combination of the two I could not be sure. Not predictable though was the chain of events that then followed as I slipped forward towards her. First, and just for a split second of time, the look of intense fury in her eyes ; then the amazing agility with which she avoided colliding with me heavily and finally, and synchronised perfectly with her backward movement, the perfectly pin pointed accuracy with which the instep of her right foot smashed into my balls. I buckled over clutching myself in some misguided and fruitless attempt at mitigating the acute pain coursing through my body. For thirty seconds nothing happened, I just writhed on the floor attempting to clear my head. Then I heard her voice; quiet, emotionless, commanding "Get up." She almost spat out the words I looked up, my eyes watering from the pain in my balls, beseeching her to allow me time to compose myself. She looked down at me, not a flicker of emotion on her face "Slave" she said, "it is disappointing that you feel it necessary to place your modest concerns, brought on by your own poor standards, higher than my well being. Now for the last time are you ready?" I nodded and she beckoned me to stand in front of her. "Now slave, before we start I want to make it clear that there will be the appropriate retribution for your actions today. You will recall that when we started this adventure of ours, instigated by yourself of course, you told me how much you adored me, how much you would do for me. Easy words slave, now it is time that you showed me how much you adore me, how much you will do for me - - - and - - -," a wicked smile crossed her face, "in due course, how much pain you can bear for me." As I stood there her words ricocheted through my mind - - - appropriate retribution - - - pain. My balls ached, my heart beat was racing but incredibly my cock was semi erect. I took the jar of lotion from her, spreading it on her arms, her hands, her neck, down and round her shoulders. Now my rhythm had returned and she had settled back into her previous state of well being, her eyes almost closed, her breathing a gentle purr. Only her breasts were left and with the skill that comes of experience I gently kneaded the lotion into her firm immaculate globes. She moaned and I poured on more lotion. Now her nipples were becoming erect. I grazed my hand across them and almost immediately they became fully erect like two hard bullets. I squeezed them gently with my moist fingers and sensed a small twitch in her body as if she were fighting some force within her. Gradually her breathing deepened and an uncontrolled flexing started around her abdominals. Then out of nowhere I felt a hand gently grasping my cock, three strokes and it was rock hard. "Slave, now you will take me to orgasm, for my part I will take you to the edge but not beyond - - - you will tell me when you are there, but on no account can you cum." I played with her nipples; squeezing, rolling them between my fingers, all the time driven on by the feelings her hands were generating between my legs. Then she came, her body bucking and then exploding in a wall of sound. All the time it was happening I was shouting "Stop", perversely hoping against hope that my plea had been heard; and then suddenly it happened; my cock was free. For a moment it was touch and go as I fought to stave off an ejaculation, my cock spasming and twitching in a zone of its own. Then slowly the spasming subsided and my cock went limp. We both looked down; not even a spot of precum to show for the ruined orgasm. She smiled The whip had hung on our bedroom wall ever since we started to live together; an artefact from the time she had spent in Africa. She had never said much about her life there, but on the few occasions we had talked I knew that she was born there, that her parents had died in a car crash there when she was little over three, and that she had been brought up by her grandparents, and after her grandmother died when she was fifteen, by her grandfather. What I didn't know was that she had then taken over her grandmother's role; doing the housework, the cooking, the sewing, the washing. In return her grandfather had taught her the ways of the jungle; how to hunt, to skin animals, to make fires, live in the wild. It was on her eighteenth birthday that he had given her the whip. Made by elders from the local village and four foot in length, the whip had been made from elephant hide. It tapered from about 1 inch at the handle end to around 3/8 inch at the tip. Her Grandfather told her it was a woman's whip, light and flexible, ideal for disciplining the young men of the village. He showed her how to use it, how to hold it, wield it, be able to project the likely skin damage from a particular amount of force. By the time that he died, just before her twenty first birthday, she had totally perfected the dark art of whipping and for the next three years until she sold the family farm, had, by judicious use of voice, gun and whip, kept perfect order She lay in the bath, her second of the day, her fingers sliding gently in and out of her pussy until finally she came for the second time in the evening. Rarely had she felt so good, so gloriously horny, yet one small incident concerned her; that moment when he had slipped and the fury she had felt, something was happening to her, it felt like a lever had been thrown and a dark force released within her; a force that had not been within her for many years, but a force that her mind was increasingly recalling. She thought of him waiting for her, naked, nervous, the whip across the chair beside him. Twenty minutes she had said, but her watch showed that already it was thirty minutes since she had left him with the order to take the whip down from the wall and remain with it until she returned. She might have felt guilty about using it, particularly as it was partly because of her movement that he had slipped, but those feelings had been rationalised; after all she had given him sufficient hints about his attitude The moment for his punishment had arrived. He stood in front of her, their bodies no more than 18 inches apart. She looked into his eyes as she spoke, making sure that she held him firmly in her aura "Slave, we have now reached the point where it is necessary to agree your punishment. First though I must hear from you where you think you failed?" I held her gaze, trying to maintain my composure. "Mistress" I stuttered, "I failed by interrupting your pleasuring, then by clumsily making contact with you when uninvited and then by not having the strength to keep in my required position" A smile crossed her face. "Excellent slave, you have answered me well. Now tell me which you think was your biggest failing?" I must have looked a little unsure, because she then answered for me. "I will tell you slave. It is not having the strength to remain in your required position to properly pleasure me. If you had not had that failing you would not have interrupted my pleasure or fallen into me. And I am going to punish you slave because you should have been aware beforehand that you did not have the strength to properly perform. You should have prepared yourself adequately; after all I gave you any number of hints." I must have looked hurt or surprised because she brushed aside even the possibility of my replying. "Tell me slave, when were you last in the gym, when did you last go for a swim. The last real exercise you had was six months ago when we went skiing." I bowed my head. I could with some justification have pointed to the pressure of work, but I knew that she would have had none of it, and on balance she had a point, I had let myself go in recent months "So slave it is more important than ever that we address these issues. If you are going to play the role that I require then you will need to be fit, to be agile, to be strong. Do I make myself clear slave?" I nodded "Good, then let's now consider the appropriate punishment - - - what do you think it should be?" I was so surprised to be invited to make a contribution to the thinking on the level of punishment that I rushed to reply without thinking my failings through deeply enough. "As there were three failings then perhaps three strokes mistress." She beamed and for some reason my heart fell "I admire your logic slave, but it is a little incomplete; yes there were three failings, primarily of strength, and that failing was in your thighs, your butt and your back, so I think logic says nine strokes slave." "But - - -." She placed a finger on my lips. "But nothing slave, I have decided on nine strokes; that is it; now stand behind the chair". She paused while I moved into position. "Now put your hands on the top of the chair back and step back to that point where your back is straight and your legs perpendicular." She moved to stand beside me, guiding me into the exact position she required. "Good. Now stand quite still. Before I commence I should make it clear that the whipping will be severe, your disrespect deserves that. I have also decided that with the intention of getting your full and undivided attention in future, this punishment should seek to set a standard for your future attitude and performance. That being so it will be my intention that your body is appropriately marked by the whip. Do you have anything to say slave?" Because of having no real comprehension of the events that were unfurling, and no context in which I could place them, I simply, awkwardly,thoughtlessly and ultimately rather foolishly just replied; "I guess not." She stood slightly to the rear and side, so that she was outside his field of vision. As soon as she took the whip in her hand, old memories of her grandfather's teachings came flooding back. It was little more than a reflex action when she placed the handle of the whip on the first two fingers of her right hand. Got a feel of the balance, then flexed her wrist to gauge the amount of weight required in the stroke. Finally she ran her hand along the length of the whip to get a sense of the pain that would be delivered on impact. Five frog squats to loosen up and she was ready She knew the first two strokes would set the rhythm,but was also aware that because of the adrenaline coursing through her, she must take great care. As she half suspected would be the case, the first stroke marked the back of his thigh without breaking the skin. Now she knew she needed to increase the weight of the stroke but not by such an amount that he was badly marked. - - - - - - - - - - - ,- - - - - - - - - - - - - As soon as I felt the leather against the back of my thigh I half stumbled and then shrieked with the pain that ricocheted around my body, a pain much greater than I could ever have imagined; intense with a strange kind of heat as the leather seared into my flesh I heard her say well done as I recovered from my stumble, her voice sounding oddly still and distant. Then only seconds after the first stroke the second exploded against my buttocks. This time, whilst the stroke seemed harder, because a level of pain had been established, I seemed to cope better with the aftermath, although again I was unable to stop myself releasing an enormous shriek as the leather impacted my body. For a moment there was silence, then, all of a sudden, without warning, I felt her finger tracing a line along my buttocks; stopping, lifting off, moving on, then going back, as if she were retracing the same pattern. Before she had finished, the same movement had been repeated four times. The remaining seven strokes were each of roughly the same intensity; somewhere between the first and second strokes. As she had after the second stroke, she traced her finger slowly along my skin, but unlike after the second stroke, the tracing was short, continuous and not repeated. My body now felt as if it were on fire, wave after wave of intense stinging pain moving relentlessly around my body. I stated to shudder with what must have been some kind of aftershocks. Then after maybe ten minutes, the shuddering started to abate and finally stopped. For a moment there was silence. Then, as I felt something soft being dabbed onto the sore areas, I heard her voice "Slave you have served me well. I should tell you that after the first stroke each subsequent stroke has, as intended, broken open your skin. As you can no doubt sense, I am dabbing the sore skin with cotton wool to stem any bleeding; in a moment I will apply some astringent to stem any bleeding that remains. The only marking that may require extra attention, possibly a plaster, is the second one across your buttocks. Do you have any questions?" "No mistress." "Good. In a few minutes this should be complete." And so it was, that a few minutes later I heard the sound of her feet moving softly and slowly across the stone floor. As always my head was bowed, when suddenly her feet stopped directly in front of me. "Slave, after your earlier failings I have been proud to see how admirably you have borne your pain for me. It has given me much hope that lessons have been learned. Now you may look at me." I raised my eyes slowly. At first I could not comprehend what I was seeing, some sort of information overload as the detail was being processed. It was as if my mental processes could not, or would not, accept what my eyes were seeing. Then finally all the information rushed in on me at once. Across her stomach, immediately above her thong, were written the letters L.O.V.E. But it was not the letters that had seized up my brain for that brief moment, what had seized up my brain was their color A bright,semi-liquid ,blood red. I cannot say for certain what happened next, or precisely how long it lasted, other than I found my arms wrapped round mistress, holding her tight as if everything depended on her being there with me. And that was how it was for the next few moments. Then gradually she eased me gently away from her; back to where I had been. The balance and equilibrium of the relationship restored. Beware What You Wish For Ch. 02 She pointed to the floor and without hesitation I lowered my head "Does it please you that I have chosen to share some of the fruits of your pain?" I nodded "Good, that is how it should be slave. Now for a brief passage of time, I can, in some vicarious way, share your pleasure with you. However time is moving on, it is way past my bedtime. Tomorrow we will talk more of our hopes. Now though you know what I require." To be continued