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Joining the Circle Ch. 01

By: Xantu



NORTHWEST HUNTERS: BOOK ONE: JOINING THE CIRCLE

Chapter 1: Making Friends

The bus ride home from work seemed even worse than usual. Junie felt lucky that she had a seat and tried to shrink up as best she could. She hated it when the bus was crowded and she had to sit next to someone else. It made her intensely aware of her size. Her over sized bottom always was just a little wider than the seat and frequently pressed up against the stranger next to her.

It brought up all her issues. Junie had been intensely shy from childhood. Nervously she hid her face in the book she was reading. Her fingers gripped the lacy, hand crafted book cover that hid the lurid scene of a woman being ravished on the cover; and eagerly escaped from the crowded bus.

As she got off at her stop, her cell phone made its familiar nagging tones. Junie's lips turned down. There was no question who it was. It had to be James, "Sir James," she corrected herself aloud.

Junie struggled with ambivalence. There was a time when she would have answered eagerly, happy with any contact from him, but now, lately, this long distance Master/slave thing was not as much fun.

In too many ways it wasn't enough. Not only did James live halfway across the country, but his personal circumstances made it impossible for it to be anything more. So it was all the phone calls, computer chatting, and unsatisfying webcam foolishness. Somehow these little forays into the lifestyle served only to make her aware of what she did not have, could not have. And it made her crave more; suffer more from loneliness than she ever had before.

And lately James had changed, Junie no longer felt like he cared for her like he had in the beginning. There was a distance and an almost scary feel to the things he wanted her to do, and it was bad scary, not good scary. Junie had tried to talk with him about it, about needing more, feeling lonely, longing for the feel of real arms around her. His response had been impatient, even angry that her difficulties with shyness kept her home in front of her computer, afraid to go out and do any of the things he had directed her to do. He began to pressure her to agree to anonymous sexual contacts with strangers, men he would find and send to her apartment.

So far Junie had refused to consider anything so dangerous, dangerous and, deep down in her heart she could not help but think, pathetic.

Junie opened her phone and answered, following the strict protocol, "Greetings, Sir James, your slave obediently awaits your command."

As usual his voice was impatient, "How come it took you so long to answer?"

Junie made a face, "Your slave begs your forgiveness. Her bus was late and crowded. It would have been difficult to speak discretely." It was a lie, but she found herself lying to him more and more often lately.

James exploded, "Jesus Fucking Christ, I don't give a fuck where you are! If I call, I fully expect you to answer promptly!"

Junie winced and held the phone a distance from her ear. How come she always got mixed up with men who yelled? She tuned him out. It wasn't like he had said anything new lately. Mechanically she repeated his daily instructions and threw in a few perfunctory, "Yes Sirs," now and then as she walked up to her tiny one bedroom apartment.

She was standing in front of her refrigerator staring at a half eaten four layer chocolate fudge cake when he yelled again, "Are you listening to a word I have been saying?"

Junie jumped, her shoulders coming up around her shoulders, "Sorry, Sir, your slave was a little distracted."

His voice took on that exasperated, exaggeratedly patient tone that she was starting to loathe. "Are you ready to listen now?"

Feeling guilty, Junie spoke quickly, "Yes, Sir."

"I was saying I want you to go to your computer and read the email I sent you today. It has a link to a personal ad I want you to look at."

This was new. "A personal ad?"

"You are all the time bitching about feeling lonely. This looked like something that you might be interested in."

His email had a link to a popular alternative personal site and Junie read over the advertisement of a couple looking for a sub. The words caught her attention. There was an intensity mixed with just a note of humor.

Northwest_Hunters: Experienced Dominant, 50, and wife, 52, retired professionals, able to devote full time to the right sub. Him: 5'11" 200 lbs, non drinker, non smoker, SSC, honest, sarcastic, cruel, perfectionist, control freak, sick sense of humor. Her: 52, tall, slender, switch, bi. Loving, generous, strict, funny, bold, creative. 

Looking for: Sister/slave/sub/pet/toy, age 35-50, large sized women welcome but must be fit and healthy, looks less important than brains. Must be single and willing to pursue a long term relationship, and if we prove to be compatible, willing to relocate. Good communication skills, honesty, no smoking, light drink, no illegal drugs. Must be bi or willing to engage in sexual activity with both male and female owners. Absolutely must be willing to completely submit mentally and physically to a Dominant and willing to respect the authority of his alpha sub.

For: Serving both a Master and a Mistress in bondage, spanking and other impact play, role play, name calling, forced masturbation, blindfolds, gags, erotic denial, hair pulling, rape fantasy games, forced oral, anal, toys. 

Hard limits: sex with animals, blood, potty stuff (sorry we will not piss or shit on anyone), liars, married people, nut cases, republicans.

Short term goal: Online relationship, exploring and getting to know each other, learning each other's limits.

Long term goal: Live in 24/7 D/s relationship in our rural home. We are outdoors people, have dogs, travel several months a year. Must be willing to share in day to day household chores.

Junie's imagination spiraled. It sounded a little too good to be true. There was no way they would be the slightest bit interested in her.

James' voice over the cell phone, resting forgotten against her ear, startled her, "Well, you gonna answer it?"

A wave of shyness made her voice reluctant, "Do you think I should?"

Once more his voice took on those tones, like he was talking to a child or a head case. "I sent you the fucking email. What do you think?"

Junie could not help but think that he was either yelling, lecturing, or talking down to her in that condescending tone almost all the time. The small flash of anger gave her the courage to say, "Okay, I will then."

They had been looking for over two years. There had been lots of responses, a few promising, most ludicrous. If it had not been for his sick sense of humor and her patience, they would have quit a long time ago.

Getting a sub had been Donna's idea. For years she had been sub to Bob, but had fantasies about having a sub of her own. She had had several female lovers, but nothing that lasted and she wanted to involve Bob in this.

Junie's answer to their ad looked much the same as many of the others. She was in her mid-forties, divorced, kids moved in with dad in their teens, not much experience in BDSM, but curious, very curious. She had read a lot about the lifestyle. Was looking for a Dom, but had not thought much about what it would be like to serve a Domme. She stated she had never had sexual experiences with another woman, but was bi-curious and open to that as well. 

She lived in the northwest, only about a hundred miles from where they lived. That was a plus. Close enough to meet easily for interviews and play dates, but far enough that they wouldn't need to have any of those uncomfortable moments of accidentally running into each other if things didn't work out. She had not worked much when her kids had been growing up and now worked part-time in a school records department.

Donna had answered her back. 

Junie, 

What do you think it would be like to be a submissive to a couple? Why did you get divorced? 

What do you need to feel fulfilled in a relationship?

Looking forward to your response,

Northwest_ Hunters 

Donna attached a picture of Bob and her that had been taken the summer before when they had been out kayaking. One of their Golden Retrievers was leaning against their legs. Bob had his arm around Donna, they had both been laughing at the camera, and if you looked close you could see Bob had Donna's breast in one of his hands. She and Bob looked their ages, but were athletic. Neither one was particularly handsome or beautiful, but they had an easy, happy look on their faces.

Junie wrote back,

Ma'am, 

Thank you for answering my reply to your ad. I am not sure what exactly it would be like being a sub to both a man and a woman. I know I would try very hard to learn and obey both of you.

I got a divorce because my husband left me for a younger woman he met at work. He said "No hard feelings, Junie. I just fell out of love with you." I couldn't really blame him. I had not been very happy in our marriage... it was boring... I spent all my energy and time on the kids.

Fulfilled? I think I need to feel valued, needed. It's like everyone in my life has just sort of moved on and left me behind and I am no use to anybody anymore. All my life I took care of everyone and now they all don't need me anymore. I am tired of feeling unimportant.

Respectfully,

Junie

Dear Applicant Junie,

If we choose you to be our sub, you would be expected to obey your Master and Mistress in all things; what you wear, where you go, who you socialize with, your manners, and decorum. 

You would be expected to serve both of us sexually. You must agree to not engage in any sexual contact with outside people without prior permission from your Master and Mistress. For our own entertainment and your training you would be expected to submit to being tied up, whipped, and tortured (both physically and sexually).

Prior to any commitments, we would give you a safe word. We would negotiate your limits and respect them, but if your limits do not fit our needs we may not be compatible.

We would provide room and board. You would be expected to cook, clean, and do other household chores. You would have a reasonable allowance, but if you have any major expenses or debts you would continue to be responsible for them. 

You would be free to leave this relationship at any time. We reserve the right to end this relationship at any time.

Do you think that this kind of relationship would be one that would make you happy?

I can promise you that if we get this far into our relationship, it will be because we value you, want you, and find you important. It would be my responsibility as your Mistress to make sure that you feel this, believe this, revel in this every second of your service to me and Bob.

Mistress Donna

Bob wrote:

Junie,

I know that Donna sent you a picture of the two of us. I want you to send us a picture of yourself, just a nice normal everyday picture. Wear the type of clothes you feel comfortable and attractive in. I want the picture to show your whole body. In addition I want you to write an accurate description of your body.

I know that Donna has tried to outline the expectations we would have for you in our house as clearly as possible. I would direct you to the original personal ad I wrote. Is there anything she has listed or in the things I listed ( pain, role play, name calling, bondage, spanking, forced masturbation, blindfolds, gags, erotic denial, hair pulling, biting, rape fantasy games, forced oral, anal, toys) that you think would be impossible for you to do? It is extremely important for you to be honest both with yourself and us.

Is there anything that we have not listed or mentioned that you would need, absolutely require, in order to be happy and fulfilled?

Last; are you currently in a sexual relationship with anyone? If yes, please describe it and talk a little about how it would be to have to end it. 

Remember it is absolutely required that you be honest with yourself and us. If there is no honesty this cannot work.

Master Bob

Both Bob and Donna knew that these letters came on a little strong. But they were trying to weed out some of the posers. Usually they never got an answer back from these letters. 

Junie wrote back,

Dear Mistress Donna,

Ma'am, I am going to answer your and Master Bob's letters separately. If this is in error, please correct me.

Obeying you as to what I wear: As your submissive I would obey you in all your wishes, but in honesty I must admit I am very shy publicly and if the clothing you chose for me was revealing, I would have a great deal of difficulty. I would not defy you, I would try to obey, but I fear I would panic and fail you.

Obeying you in where I go: Day to day that would not be a problem. But I am a mother and if one of my children was sick or injured I would have to be able to go to be with them. I would also like to be able to visit them from time to time.

Obeying you in who I socialize with: I am very shy. I do not have any close friends at the moment, just a few old friends I keep in touch with via email. There is no one I would need to socialize with.

Obey in manners and decorum: I would strive to behave in the manner you demand. 

Obeying you by not having sexual contact with outside people without prior permission from your Master and Mistress: Once more, my shyness is what I deal with. I have not had a sexual relationship with anyone for several years. I have had a couple of online friendships. Obeying this would not be a problem.

Obeying in being tied up, whipped, tortured (both physically and sexually): I would try, but I don't know how much I can take. I know I want to try. The whole idea is very exciting to me. Knowing I would have a safe word makes me feel braver.

Obeying in performing household chores: Here I smile, I was married and a mother for years and years. Taking care of a house is one of the things I love to do and feel most confident in. I love to cook and always have taken pride in my home and my yard.

I have no major expenses other than my car payment. If I could no longer maintain that payment, I would sell my car.

If I may ask, if I moved and became your sub, would I still be permitted to work and if not, would you provide health insurance? That is the primary reason I work now.

Your statement that you could end the relationship at any time is a little frightening to me. When my husband left me I was very lost for a while. I guess I need to know that if you were dissatisfied with me, you would tell me and give me opportunities to improve before you threw me out. I am sorry, Ma'am, I am just frightened of being abandoned again.

I hope I answered your questions to your satisfaction. I tried very hard to be honest.

Obediently,

Junie

Dear Master Bob,

Attached is a photo of me taken last summer. I am wearing a summer dress on my way to my daughter's graduation. I do not often wear dresses, but I liked the way I looked in this picture.

Describe myself, starting at the top: I am 5'2" tall and weigh 165 lbs. My hair is salt and pepper, but I keep it dyed black (my original color). It is straight and I wear it in a shoulder length bob. I would change my style if you directed me to. I have big brown eyes and I think they are my best feature. I have a heart shaped face and a small mouth. My teeth are kind of crooked and not as white as I like. I think I am cute, but I am not very confident about my appearance.

I have narrow shoulders and large breasts, (38DD). My nipples are large with large aureoles, they are brown colored. I have a small round fat belly and big round fat butt. My pussy hair is mostly gray. I tried to dye it to match my hair, but it did not work so I have shaved it off. I have average length legs for my height and small feet.

I am healthy. I have no ongoing health issues other that I am premenopausal. I do not have any issues around that other than I have irregular menstrual periods and have had a few hot flashes. I do not take any medication. After the birth of my third child I had a tubal ligation and would not need birth control if we are to have intercourse.

Sir, the list of things I would be expected to do is one of the reasons I answered your ad. I have been fantasizing about things like those since I was a young girl. Just reading those words makes me tremble. My body is very responsive sexually, but it seems like I need intense stimulation to reach orgasm. None of them are impossible. I have not done all those things, but I know I desperately want to try them all. I am not sure if I will enjoy them all, but if I felt like I was serving you, making you happy by doing them, that would be more than enough.

Things not listed? Things I would have to have? Nothing comes to mind at this time, but if I do think of something I will tell you as soon as possible. I think I am a little overwhelmed thinking of the possibilities of being a sub to you and Mistress Donna.

I am not in a physical sexual relationship with anyone at this time. I am in an online relationship with a man, a Dom. I will refer to him as Sir J. He has been training me, but is married and cannot meet me in person. He knows I want more and have been lonely and unhappy. He is the one who told me about seeing your ad for a sub and recommended I answer it. He is aware that I may end up terminating our relationship, but I was close to doing that already. I was getting sick with wanting what I could not have. 

Obediently,

Junie

Bob opened the attached photo and looked at the petite plump woman in the photo. She was wearing a yellow sleeveless dress and had a soft close lipped smile on her face. Her huge brown eyes made her look almost childlike.

"Donna, look at her. She is cute as a bug. And her little body looks so lush."

Donna ran her hand over the back of his neck as she stood behind him. "Lush? Looks like you could drown in those boobs. I would like to see those big brown eyes full of tears."

Bob laughed a soft carnivorous chuckle, "You like?" He reached behind him and ran his hand up between her legs, feeling the heat and wetness.

"I like."

"What should we ask her next?"

"I want to know more about this online Dom, this Sir J. Make her tell us what he makes her do. See if she can have him email us. I want you to talk with him. And I want to hear about her fantasies. Have her talk a little about her personality, how she deals with frustrations, what she thinks her strengths are, what really pisses her off, what her hobbies are."

"We should talk a little about ourselves too."

"I wonder if it is too soon to start instant messaging with her?"

Bob laughed, "You just want to cyber with her."

"Maybe, but I also want to see how she thinks without so much time to craft her answers."

"Let's hold off on the cybering."

Bob wrote to Junie:

Junie,

You did well sending me your picture and answering my questions. You are indeed very cute and voluptuous. Both Donna and I find you very attractive.

How long have you been in this online D/s relationship? How often are you in contact with him? What have you told him about us? Tell me what things you do together. Tell me what have you done together that you like, and what has not been successful.

I would like to talk with Sir J. You have my permission to give him my email address. Ask him if he would be willing to email me.

Tell me about your sexual experiences. How old were you when you first had sex? How many lovers have you had? What kinds of things have you done?

You mentioned your fantasies. Tell me one of your favorite sexual fantasies. 

Master Bob 

Donna wrote:

Dear Sweet Junie,


Joining the Circle Ch. 01



You did a very good job answering our questions. I know we came on a little strong, but we don't want to start spending a lot of time getting to know someone, only to find out that their expectations are different from ours.

It is important for you to talk about what you will need as we get to know you. Your needs are important too. Both Bob and I intend to take our time getting to know you, and letting you get to know us. We will exchange emails for a while and then talk over instant messenger. If things are going well, we will talk on the phone after that. And then perhaps we will meet in a neutral place for some safe conversations. All this will progress at a mutually agreed upon pace. We would not engage in any sexual contact, or BDSM play, until we are all sure that we are ready for that level of intimacy.

I see from your response to Bob that you want more than an online relationship, that you want and crave being with your Master. I assure you that, while we will take it gradually, we want this as much as you.

Both Bob and I are curious to learn more about you. How do you deal with frustrations? What are your strengths and weaknesses? What really pisses you off? Do you have any hobbies?

Bob and I are both retired. We live on a nice, big piece of land and have a lovely home, looking over a lake. We raise Golden Retrievers and travel a few months a year. We do not have any children. Sadly, that was not something I could give my Bob. (I understand and respect your commitment to be there for your children if they need you.) We enjoy being in the outdoors; kayaking, fishing, and hiking. Bob enjoys gardening, carpentry, and stock market investing. I am interested in reading, writing, computers, and politics.

If things work out, and we decide to ask you to be our submissive, we would expect you to not have a job outside our home. We would provide medical insurance and, if you choose, Bob could advise you in investments for a retirement income for you.

We would officially employ you as a housekeeper/house sitter. I suspect you would find that your disposable monthly income would be comparable to what you make now. You would be able to keep your car and I would encourage that. Having a job title would make it easier to explain to your family why you are living with us.

Junie dear, as you get to know us, you will learn we are loving and loyal people. We would not "throw you out" without good reason. The only things I could think of that would result in us asking you to leave, without a chance to fix things, would be dangerous or illegal activities. (drugs, assault, arson, theft, etc.) Hopefully we will have had a chance to get to know you well enough that these would not be an issue.

If you have any questions about us, please feel free to ask. We would be glad to tell you anything that would not compromise our privacy at this point. Bob and Donna are our real first names. I really hope Junie is yours. I like it a lot.

I would like to be able to talk with you via instant messenger. I am going to add you to my IM friends list. 

Mistress Donna

Junie wrote back:

Dear Master Bob,

I am happy you liked my picture.

Re. my relationship with Sir J.: 

I have been talking with Sir J. for almost a year. We met in a chat room. He is only able to play with me via web cam and telephone about once a week, but we are in daily email contact, telephone, and instant messaging.

I have told him everything that has happened so far. In fact, at his request, I have forwarded a copy of your emails (without your names or address) and sent him a copy of my responses. 

When we web cam, he has me masturbate with a vibrator while he talks to me on the phone. Sometimes he makes me put clothes pins on my nipples and labia. Other times he has me hit my body with a belt or a small wooden paddle. He has punished me by having me tie my hands together and spend all day naked, in my apartment, kneeling in a corner.

Sir J. gives me assignments like to go to public places and do exhibitionist things. This is most difficult for me. I just can't do this. I am so shy, I freeze up and panic. I am halfway home before I realize that I have failed.

He also wants me to post nude pictures of myself on the internet. I have been afraid to do this so far, but I can tell he is getting impatient with me.

I have sent an email to him about you wanting to talk to him. I gave him your address. He said he would contact you.

My sexual history:

I was a shy child and teenager and did not date or have any boyfriends until I was out of high school. I dated some boys in junior college, and did some necking and petting, but I did not have intercourse. I was a virgin when I met my husband. We dated for several months before I let him have sex with me. We used condoms and for a few months that worked fine, but eventually one broke. I got pregnant. I was 19. He was 22. We got married.

My husband was the only man I had sex with until I was 35. He was having an affair with a woman at his work and we had separated. I had gotten a temp job as a secretary for a bookkeeper during tax season. My boss was pretty aggressive. I was very inexperienced and emotionally vulnerable. He did not take no for an answer and I was not very good at saying no anyway. It did not last very long. He was married. He did not call me once I started working somewhere else.

My husband and I tried to work things out for a few years but he continued to have affairs and our divorce was final when I turned 40. 

Our sexual relationship was pretty normal. We mostly had oral and vaginal sex. It was pretty predictable. I never had any trouble having orgasms, but it all seemed kind of boring. We did have anal a couple of times, but he hurt me a lot and I started to say no. We never did anything 'kinky'. I asked him once if he would spank me and he acted like I had lost my mind. I was too shy to ask again.

In the last four years I have had online cyber sex with a lot of different people in chat rooms. I read a lot about BDSM and started to frequent chat rooms for people in the "lifestyle". I met Sir J. He is the only person I have web-cammed with.

Fantasies: 

No one has asked me to write down my fantasies before. I have had fantasies about being enslaved and tortured all my life. Even when I was a little girl, before I even knew about sex, I would pretend I was captured by "bad" men. They would chain me up and beat me. I was maybe 14 when I realized the excited feelings I had, when I thought these thoughts, were sexual.

There is one fantasy that I think about most often. I am kidnapped and held prisoner. I am tied up and forced to have sex with dozens of men. At first I resist, fight back, but they whip me, torture me, starve me, and use other mind washing techniques. 

Eventually I break and start to cooperate. They rape me orally, vaginally, and anally for hours on end. Sometimes they make me rape other women they have kidnapped, either orally or with a strap-on. I am in agony and terror but soon, to their vast amusement, I cannot help but have endless orgasms.

Soon I am a slave to them and my appetites. I become an insatiable slut, begging for more and more violent and depraved sex and humiliation. I beg them to whip me and force me to fuck myself with objects or put on shows with other captive women.

Sir, after reading over this, I feel kind of embarrassed, but you said I have to be honest for this to work.

Red faced and obedient, 

Junie

Junie wrote to Donna:

Dear Mistress Donna,

My name is June, but all my life people have called me Junie.

I got your invitation to add me to your instant messaging. I accepted.

Frustrations? Generally I don't get too frustrated. If there is something or someone I don't like, I usually just avoid them. I try not to think about it too much. Sometimes, I think I blame myself too much for when things don't go right around me, rather than get frustrated with other people.

Strengths: I am smart and patient. I have a good sense of humor. I am clean and very organized and work well without supervision. I am a bit of a perfectionist. (that can be both a strength and a weakness :)) I like physical contact and am a very cuddly person. (I very much miss having someone to sleep with. I would hope that I could sleep with you and Master Bob sometimes.) I like sex and am very responsive and generous sexually.

Weaknesses: I struggle with shyness. I hate going to new places or meeting new people. I think that is how I ended up in chat rooms. I sometimes panic and run away from new situations. I tend to giggle when I am nervous. I tend to eat when I am lonely and sad and it seems like I have been lonely and sad a lot lately. It shows in the fact that I have gained a lot of weight in the last few years. I sometimes fantasize that a strict Mistress or Master would put me on a diet and exercise program.

What really pisses me off? I know I hate it when people lie to me, or are unfair or selfish. I hate people who mistreat children or animals. I don't like it when people are sloppy or messy with things I am responsible for. I don't like to be around people who complain all the time. I don't confront people though, I just try to ignore it or fix it later.

Hobbies: I like textile hobbies. I sew clothing and make quilts. I knit and crochet. I like cooking and gardening. I enjoy the outdoors, but have not spent a great deal of time camping or hiking. I like watching movies and cruising the internet.

Questions for you: When you travel, will I stay home or travel with you? Would I have a room of my own? How much room would I have for my personal belongings? I would like to have room for a sewing table. Would you let me sleep with you sometimes? For sex will we use condoms or would we get an aids test? Do you live near a town or city?

I am a little curious about you and Bob's relationship. You say he is dominant to you. Is he your Master? Would you be my sister-sub or my Mistress? I do not think I could ever top anyone and would be happy to be the lowest girl on the totem pole. I guess I need to be more patient and you will teach me my role. 

Obediently,

Junie 

Junie's online Dom was surprisingly quick to email Bob and Donna. Bob had not expected him to be very cooperative in losing his relationship with Junie. He read the brief email.

BOB,

JUNIE TOLD ME YOU WANTED TO TALK WITH ME. WHAT IS IT YOU WISH TO SPEAK WITH ME ABOUT?

JAMES

Bob looked at the email. "Jesus, this guy is an ass. What's up with the all caps?"

Donna looked over his shoulder, "He just wants to make sure people are listening. I bet he has one of those voices that sound like he is yelling all the time."

Bob wrote back:

James,

I am pleased you agreed to talk with me about Junie. She tells us you are the one who told her about our ad, that you suggested she contact us. I am curious why you did that?

Junie says you have been training her. What kinds of things have you been teaching her?

Is there anything you think I should know about Junie?

Bob

Bob grimaced at the wall of capitals. What kind of a jerk would write all in capitals? 

BOB,

I TOLD JUNIE TO ANSWER YOUR AD. SHE COMPLAINS ABOUT NEEDING TO BE HELD AND TOUCHED. AN ONLINE/WEB CAM RELATIONSHIP HAS MADE HER FEEL WORSE INSTEAD OF BETTER. I WOULD CAM SESSION WITH HER AND SHE WOULD BEG ME NOT TO LEAVE HER ALONE AT THE END.

TRAINING JUNIE HAS BEEN A MIXTURE OF JOY AND COMPLETE FRUSTRATION. MOST TIMES SHE IS WILLING, EVEN ENTHUSIASTIC. SHE HAS DONE EVERYTHING I HAVE TOLD HER TO DO ON WEB CAM. SHE HAS ANALLY TRAINED HERSELF TO TAKE A LARGE VIBRATOR. SHE HAS BECOME QUITE ADEPT AT DEEP THROATING A DILDO. SHE IS GETTING BETTER AT DELAYING HER ORGASM AND THEN COMING ON COMMAND.

HOWEVER, WHEN I TELL HER TO PERFORM IN PUBLIC, SHE FAILS EVERY TIME. I HAVE TOLD HER TO GO TO A STORE WITH A SHORT SKIRT ON AND NO UNDERWEAR. MY GOAL WAS TO HAVE HER FLASH SOMEONE. SHE HAS NEVER MADE IT INTO THE STORE. SHE IS PATHOLOGICALLY SHY AND WITHOUT SOMEONE THERE TO FORCE HER, SHE SEEMS INCAPABLE OF DOING THIS. IT IS NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE TO EFFECTIVELY PUNISH A SUB IN A LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP.

THE MAIN THING YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT JUNIE IS THAT SHE IS A GREAT GAL. I REGRET I CANNOT BE THE ONE FOR HER. I HAD SUCH HOPES AND PLANS FOR HER. IT IS UNFORTUNATE THAT I HAVE PRIOR COMMITMENTS THAT MAKE THAT IMPOSSIBLE.

SHE WOULD MAKE A GREAT SUB. SHE CRAVES TO BE DOMINATED. WITH A FIRM MASTER, SHE COULD BE FORCED TO DO ANYTHING. SHE IS DESPERATE TO PLEASE, INNOCENT AND MALLEABLE, AND AS EAGER AS A PUPPY.

SHE MIGHT BE VERY NERVOUS WHEN YOU FIRST MEET. SHE MIGHT GIGGLE A LOT OR EVEN TRY TO LEAVE. DOMINATE HER, ORDER HER TO SIT AND CALM DOWN. SHE WILL RESPOND VERY WELL TO HAVING YOU TAKE CHARGE.

I UNDERSTAND IF JUNIE BECOMES YOUR SUB, YOU WILL HAVE TO GIVE HER PERMISSION TO CONTINUE WITH OUR ONLINE RELATIONSHIP. IF NOT, PERHAPS YOU AND I WILL BECOME FRIENDS. I WOULD BE INTERESTED TO HEAR HOW JUNIE'S TRAINING CONTINUES IN YOUR HANDS.

JAMES

Donna wrote back to Junie: 

Dear Junie,

What a wonderful pair of letters. You did a great job answering both my and Bob's letters. I will answer both of them here.

Bob has been in communication with Sir James. It is okay if you want to tell him how things are going with your getting to know us. I am impressed that you were careful to not share our names or addresses. It shows a level of respect and discretion that is encouraging. If things progress to the point that we want this to change, we will talk to you about this. At this point our friendship is too new for us to presume to tell you what and what not to do.

Only two lovers? It is sweet that you are such an innocent. Do you ever wonder what you may have missed?

Your fantasies are not unusual and yet very sexy. I like the fact you fantasize about being forced to have sex with women. I like the idea of seeing you in a strap-on.

When we travel, we would take you with us some of the time, and some of the time you would stay home and take care of the house. Perhaps you could use that time to visit with your children or even take a vacation of your own.

You would have a room of your own, with an attached area that would have plenty of room for a desk and a work table. You would not need to bring any furniture but if you have some special pieces that have emotional meaning, we could discuss that.

Sweet, sweet little Junie, if I care enough to make love with someone, I certainly would want to hold them, caress them, soothe them, and sleep with them. Bob feels the same way.

Safe sex? Personally I would prefer to not have to worry about barriers. I like to taste and feel the juices of my lovers; it is an important part of love making for me. I want to taste you, drink your wonderful nectar. I want to eat Bob's come out of you. Both Bob and I are very careful. We would require you to take an Aids test. We would take a test at the same time so you could feel safe as well.

We live about an hour from the Seattle metro area. We do not often go clear into the city, preferring to support our local community. But it is close enough if we need to have the big city experience.

Bob and I? We met when we were young. We have been together for almost twenty-five years. It has been in the last fifteen or so years that we have gotten more interested in the BDSM lifestyle. I very much crave pain and humiliation, and seem to need it to fully enjoy my sexuality. Bob is very good at meeting those needs and it turns him on very much to beat me until I come. He is very good at ropes and likes to tie me up. I can't wait to see you in bondage. Your big breasts all tied up, the ropes cutting into your soft skin. I am getting myself all turned on thinking about you.

Bob is not my Master in the purest sense of the word. He is dominant. I treat him with respect. But he respects my opinions and allows me equal say when it comes to running our household and marriage. He does have the final word if there is a difference of opinion. I call him Bob, unless we are playing and then I call him Sir. You would be required to call him Sir or Master at all times. You would be required to call me Ma'am at all times.

I have always been bisexual and Bob has been very supportive of my need to have sexual relationships with women. He loves to fuck with two women at the same time. I fantasize a great deal about being a Dominatrix to a woman. You would be my dream come true. I would love to be strict with you. Diets, exercise would only be the beginning, but I would not want to make you skinny. I love your big breasts and butt.

Yes, you would be on the bottom, but also in the middle and sometimes on the top. My imagination is running riot with me, so many possibilities, and so many positions. Oh sweet Junie, I do so hope that things work out with us, I am already starting to fall in love with you, or at least the idea of having my way with you.

I will see if you are on tonight and maybe we can talk over IM.

Mistress Donna

Donna felt a rush of excitement when she saw that Junie had logged on to instant messaging. She laughed at herself when she realized her heart was beating fast and her face felt hot. She shook her head. It would be stupid to get too worked up now. This was a long way from being a sure thing.

Donna: Sweet Junie, are you there?

Junie: Ma'am, yes I am. How are you?

Donna: Happy to be able to speak with you.

Junie: You make me blush, Ma'am. I just hope I will be what you want.

Donna: Oh sweet Junie, I want you already, but we must take our time. Rushing into things can be a mistake, and I so want this to work.

Junie: I want that too, Ma'am.

Donna: You have never made love to a woman?

Junie: No, Ma'am. I often think about it. I touch myself and taste my fingers. I think about what it would be like to make love to another woman's beautiful flower with my mouth. I very much want to try. Sometimes I have dreams where I have a penis and I am making love to a woman. They are some of the most erotic dreams I have.

Donna: You are making me feel very hot. Do you think about what it would be like to have a woman go down on you, lick you, suck your clit into her mouth, fuck you with her fingers or a toy?

Junie: I think about it, but it's always been hard for me to accept pleasure from someone orally. I sort of froze up when my husband would go down on me. I wonder if I could relax and enjoy accepting oral pleasure from anyone. I would like to try. It excites me to read your words, Ma'am.

Donna: Are you touching yourself now?

Junie: No, Ma'am. Am I supposed to be?

Donna: No, not now, but later after we are done, if you want to... would you think about me lying between your legs worshiping at your beautiful cunt?

Junie: I could do that, Ma'am.

Donna: I would like that. When you touch yourself, whisper to me, tell me how good it feels, tell me where to lick and how hard. Right before you come, beg me for it and make yourself wait just a little while, and then after you come, thank me. Think about me coming up and kissing you with your sweet juices all over my face, and then wrapping my arms around you and holding you, sleeping with you all night.

Junie: Oh god, Ma'am. I feel like I am going to cry. I need to be held so badly. It's been so long.

Donna: I know, sweet baby. I would be there now if I could. I hate the idea of you being lonely and sad. I promise that you will never feel that way again once you come to live with me and Bob.

Junie: I would do anything to have that, Ma'am.

Donna: We all would. Tell me about your day.

Junie: My day, Ma'am? I went to work. I work four days a week, filing in a big records room and converting hard copies to a computerized data system for the school records. I work by myself most of the time. It is not very challenging. The worst thing is that the files they send me are terribly disorganized and difficult to work with, one of those frustrations you asked me about.




Joining the Circle Ch. 01



Donna: It doesn't sound like you like it very much.

Junie: I don't hate it, Ma'am. It is just kind of boring and lonely. Seems like lonely is a consistent theme for me. I am lonely and shy both at the same time.

Donna: Don't you see your children?

Junie: This is hard to talk about, Ma'am. I have three children. My oldest is 25 and my youngest is 18. None of them live with me. When they were teenagers they all chose to live with their father. He courted them with money and things I could not provide, like cars, cell phones, and trips. We are on good terms and I do see them, but not very often. The two oldest boys live out of town now, one is in the military and the other is in college. My baby girl is just starting college locally and just doesn't seem to have much time for me right now. I am sorry about how long it took me to answer.

Donna: I was beginning to wonder if I had lost you. Kids grow up. I guess I had never thought about it before. It must be hard after devoting your life to them.

Junie: Yes, Ma'am. It is hard, but I know they love me. They are good kids. They just have their own lives now.

Donna: Do you have any pets?

Junie: No, Ma'am. I live in a tiny apartment that does not allow pets. I like dogs. We had the sweetest black lab when I was married, but he got the dog when we divorced. He was pretty old and has passed on. I think I would like helping with your dogs. You say you raise them. Do you have puppies sometimes?

Donna: Ooh, a puppy lover. You and me both, I am a sucker for puppies. We have a litter about once a year. One of our girls is expecting. We bred her a couple of weeks ago. She should be due around the middle of July.

Junie: You are right about me loving puppies, Ma'am.

Donna: We have four Golden Retrievers. They have the run of the house. It makes for dog hair in everything, but I wouldn't have it any other way. One of the reasons I need a live-in slave. Cleaning up the dog hair is making me crazy.

Junie: That is too funny, Ma'am. You must let me help you with that. Would it be alright for me to ask what I would wear when I am working?

Donna: Sweet Junie, that is why we are talking. We are getting to know each other. I want you to ask questions. In fact I demand that if you think of a question, you ask me it. For everyday wear, you would be expected to wear normal clothes. But Bob has a fetish for women's panties. He will choose your panties. You will have a huge collection of panties. He is always buying more panties.

Junie: Ma'am, if this is presumptuous, correct me. But you said I should ask. Fetish? Do you mean he wears them?

Donna: Oh my god, that cracks me up. I am laughing out loud. No, fetish might not be the right word. He likes to look at them on women. He likes to spank me with panties on and he loves, absolutely loves to yank them up and give me a wedgie with them, forcing them up in the folds of my pussy. He likes to make me suck on them after they are all soaked up with my pussy juice. I think I will love sucking on your panties.

Junie: I am sorry, Ma'am.

Donna: Don't be. It was a normal question. Most people would think that a panty fetish meant he wanted to wear them. He likes boobs too. I don't have very big ones and he has been staring at your picture like a starved man.

Junie: Ma'am, would he like another picture? I have a nice one where I am wearing a nice black lace bra with cleavage, lots of cleavage, and you can see my nipples through the lace. Or one with my boobs bare? You could surprise him.

Donna: You would make his day. He would be thrilled and, I have to admit, so would I. I like boobs a lot too. I can't wait to latch onto yours, you little sexy girl. Lucky you have two, one for me and one for Bob. Start with the bra one. We will ask for more, later.

Junie: I will send it along as soon as we are done talking. Ma'am, it is getting late and I have to go to work in the morning and if I am going to.. um... play with myself as per your instructions I should... um... get busy?

Donna: Oh, you little flirt! You know what you are doing to me. Send the picture and then get to work or should I say play? Remember to thank me when you come. Say it now. "Thank you, Mistress Donna."

Junie: Thank you, Mistress Donna.

Donna: Good girl. Good night, Sweet Junie. My arms will be around you all night. 

Junie: Good night, Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am.

Donna opened the picture. Junie was standing holding a camera up and taking a picture of herself in a big mirror. It showed her from the waist up. She had on a transparent as smoke bra and was holding her heavy melon sized breasts up with her other arm. She had a serious look on her face, like she was concentrating on getting the picture just right. Donna wished she had been smiling.

Donna could see her aureoles and nipples clearly through the lace. Her aureoles were easily as big as the palm of her hand and it looked like her nipples were as big as finger tips. Her cleavage was deep and inviting.

"Hey Baby, I have a surprise for you. Come see."

Bob came in from the other room where he had been reading. "Did you make her do that?"

"No, she offered. I was telling her how you liked her boobs, and she asked if she could send this to you."

"Have you been cybering with her?" His voice was gruff and mildly threatening.

Donna was quick to recognize that Bob was in one of his moods. "No, Sir, we were just talking about sex, not pretending to have sex. But I did tell her to pretend I am the one making love to her when she masturbates tonight. Do you want to read what we said to each other?"

"Yes." Bob sat down at the computer and scrolled back to the beginning of their chat. The small chat window overlaid the picture of Junie in her bra.

Donna moved to kneel between his knees and smiled up at him. "Could I, perhaps, make this even more enjoyable, Sir?"

Bob sighed and nodded, some of the tension going out of his face. "Yes, I think that is exactly what I would like." He finally smiled. "Such a good girl, always thinking of my comfort."

Donna did not reply. She carefully unzipped his pants and worked out his cock. Bob rose up and eased his pants down a bit so she could reach his balls. He let out a second sigh as she reached and took them in her hand and began to massage them.

Slowly and sensually she began to lick the length of his shaft and then sucked the length of his slowly growing cock into her mouth. Bob had a fairly big cock and it was hard for her to hold the whole length of him in her throat for long.

Bob put a hand on her face, giving her subtle guiding nudges, controlling her pace and depth, gradually urging her to increase her tempo.

Donna worked her tongue and lips along the length of him and when he grew too long for her to hold comfortably, she added a hand pumping up and down his shaft as she bobbed up and down over his large head. She made a soft deep growling sound in her chest as she felt his head swell and his belly muscles tense.

Bob moved his hand from her face and tangled it in her hair. He grated out, "Here it comes, bitch." And, gripping her hair in an iron grip, he lunged up and forced his cock deep into her throat as he poured forth shot after shot of come. Donna let her mouth fill and then let it leak out the corners. When he shuddered and spasmed the last time, she pulled back and opened her mouth, showing him how full he had left it. 

"Good girl. Swallow it down and get back on it. I am not quite done reading." Donna gulped it all down and bent to take him back into her mouth, gently massaging and sucking on his slowly ebbing erection.

When he was done reading, Bob looked down at her and stretched his legs. He stroked her hair. "I am really starting to get a good feeling about this one." Donna made a soft grunt of agreement as she kept slowly licking and sucking on his semi-erect cock. "What next?"

Donna slowly, reluctantly let his cock slip from between her lips. "Phone? I would love to hear her voice."

"We need to take enough time so we have a chance to get to know her."

"True, but I want to move fast enough to keep her a little overwhelmed, thrilled. I want her thinking of little else. The key to her is making her feel wanted, desired. You should write back and tell how looking at her breasts made you feel. Tell her how you would hold her in the night. Let her feel your lust for her."

"That shouldn't be too difficult. It was just like having my lover's lips around my cock."

"You old dog."

Sweet Junie,

I read your talk with Donna. I like that Donna has been calling you Sweet Junie. I hope it is okay with you if I call you that too.

I was so surprised and overjoyed by your gift of that wonderfully sexy picture. Your breasts look delectable. I could eat you up. I cannot wait to hold you in my arms, to sleep with my head resting on those beautiful pillows of yours, your nipple in my mouth, my hand trapped between your thighs, warm and cuddled up all night long.

I see that Donna told you about my love for panties. I think it all started with the catalogs. As a kid there was nothing like porn available, and I always was playing with myself while looking at the lingerie section of the Sears catalog. Here I am all these years later, still finding myself looking at naked pictures of women and thinking about what kind of underwear they should be wearing.

I am all hard thinking about being able to decorate your wonderful round ass with lace, silk, latex, leather, rubber, satin, fur... oh, my mind is reeling with possibilities. When we get more trust, you will have to send me your mailing address so I can send you some to wear for me.

I know that you have never been spanked or flogged other than what you have done to yourself when Sir James has directed you to. How did that feel? What did you hit yourself with? Did you mark your skin or cause bruises? I cannot help but feel that self-flagellation must be like trying to tickle yourself, difficult if not impossible.

I want to reassure you that anything we do together will be a completely different experience. I would start out carefully, learning your body, slowly exploring your limits. I pledge that I would not ever take you further than would be safe and wonderful for you. Sharing your pain and submission with me and Donna will be erotic and spiritual.

Sweet Junie, I have a request for you. This is not an order, just a request. If Sir James asks you to do something you are fearful or reluctant to do, before you try, come talk to me about it. We will discuss it, explore why you are having those feelings. Together we would decide if it is something you should do.

You say Sir James can only play with you once a week. Why is that? Is it always the same day? If so what day is that?

If you cannot comply with this request, I will not be disappointed. We are just getting to know each other. It is too early to demand perfect obedience. Perfect obedience is a gift you should only give me when you are ready.

In my opinion, I think it would be better if you are in a comfortable emotional space during this time of getting to know and trust Donna and me. Having Sir James push you to test your limits may be too much to ask at this time. Plus, I am selfish enough to want to be the one that gets that privilege.

I see you love puppies. You and Donna are going to be soul mates. I will attach some pictures of Donna and me playing with our last litter. They are all grown up and in new homes now. Hopefully you will be here with us by the time the next litter is due. It's the most fun to be there when the miracle happens.

Donna very much enjoyed her chat with you. Perhaps tonight I will talk with you. 

Master Bob 

Bob attached several pictures of Donna and him playing with puppies on the neat green lawn in front of their house. Their house was in the background, a low stone building with a large deck. The puppies were about five-weeks-old, fat little butter-colored balls of fur.

He and Donna were sitting on the grass. Donna's long hair was loose around her shoulders. She kept it dyed her original light reddish blond and her arms were covered with freckles. She was wearing a tank top and shorts, her long tan legs lay in the grass as she held a puppy up to her face. Bob was wearing a worn pair of jeans, but had his shirt off. His broad shoulders and chest were bronze, lean, and surprisingly muscular, his thick gray curly hair appearing light against the dark, tanned skin of his face.

Dear Master Bob,

I am happy you liked the picture. I like to think about being snuggled up between you and Donna in a big bed. I hope you have a nice big bed.

Thank you for the pictures of you and Donna with the puppies. Is that your house in the background? It is beautiful. Both you and Donna are so slim. I am starting to feel a little self-conscious about how fat I am.

I have spanked myself with a leather belt. I swing it at my thighs, belly, and breasts. I also whip it around so it hits my back and butt. It leaves red marks and welts. I did bruise myself a few times while I was learning how to do it. It hurts. I don't like it. It doesn't sexually excite me. I also have spanked my pussy with a small wooden paddle, actually a wooden spoon, while I masturbated with a vibrator. It hurt but, at the same time, I liked it very much. It felt very erotic.

Sir James can only play with me on Thursday nights. That is a day when he can be alone. His wife does not know about me and plays bridge at church that night. We usually play from 8:00 until 10:00 or 11:00.

The things he asks me to do, that I have difficulty with, are when he tries to make me do things that embarrass me in public. Lately he has backed off on that, because I was not making any progress. Now he is trying to get me to post nude pictures of myself on a website. I am scared to do this because I am afraid that somehow it would get back to my children.

I look forward to talking with you via IM.

Happily Obedient,

Junie

Donna called from the office. "She just logged on, if you want to talk with her."

Donna: Sweet Junie, are you there?

Junie: Yes, Ma'am. I just got home a little while ago. I ran some errands after work. I grabbed a burger on the way home.

Donna: How was your day?

Junie: Much the same, Ma'am, piles of paper, lots of data entry, and some filing. Although today, someone commented that I looked happy. I guess I was smiling a lot.

Donna: Why is that, sweet girl?

Junie: I don't know, Ma'am. I guess I am feeling a little giddy with all the attention you and Bob have been giving me. You make me feel sexy, desirable. I haven't felt that way in a long time.

Donna: You are. You are beautiful and sexy. Both Bob and I are a little giddy too. Things have been going very well. Bob is here now and he wants a chance to talk with you.

Bob: Hey

Junie: Hello, Sir.

Bob: Junie, I have to admit I am a little angry with you. We should deal with that now.

Junie: Angry, Sir?

Bob: In your letter you spoke disrespectfully about your body, calling yourself fat in a negative manner. I will not tolerate you making disparaging comments about your body. If you were here and my sub, I would punish you quickly and firmly.

Junie: I am sorry, Sir. It's just that you and Donna are both so... um... in better shape than me?

Bob: Getting angrier.

Junie: Oh god, Sir. I am sorry. I know I have a problem with this.

Bob: Do you think that either Donna or I find you unattractive?

Junie: Oh no, Sir.

Bob: Are you trying to convince us that we are wrong to find you attractive?

Junie: Oh no, Sir. I am so sorry. I was wrong. You should punish me.

Bob: Number one, neither Donna nor I own you and have no right to punish you. Number two, you do not have the right to tell me whether or not you deserve punishment. That will be for me or Donna to decide. If you want to be punished, you may ask but NEVER tell me what I should do.

Junie: Yes, Sir. I understand. I ask you to punish me.

Bob: Again it is too soon to speak of punishments. But I am going to give you a set of instructions. From now on, anytime you refer to your body or any portion of your body you will use a positive descriptive adjective first... like my 'sexy' body, my 'beautiful' breasts, my 'hot jiggly' ass. You should be very aware that once you give yourself to us you will be required to think of your body as belonging to Donna and me. Any disrespect directed at your appearance would be disrespect directed at us. I will not tolerate disrespect. UNDERSTAND???

Junie: Yes, Sir. This pretty girl and her hot, sexy, jiggly ass are very grateful for the way you care about me. Thank you, Sir.

Bob: (smiles) You are very welcome. (reaches out and strokes your hair)

Junie: I wish you could really touch my hair.

Bob: Soon, Sweet Junie, soon. Next time remember that you should use 'pretty hair'.

Junie: Oops, this is going to be hard, Sir. "My beautiful hair."

Bob: Good job. Do you think you could do that all the time, even when you talk to other people? Out in the world.

Junie: Oh, I don't know, Sir. You mean to anyone I meet?

Bob: Yes everyone, Sir James, your co-workers, family... everyone.

Junie: That would be really hard, Sir. I don't know if I can. I will try.

Bob: Okay, for now, your instruction will be to use the positive words every time you talk about your body with Donna or me. Try to do the same with other people, but instead of a goal of trying to do it all the time, I want you to keep track of how many times you were successful.

Junie: Yes, Sir.

Bob: I will ask you how successful you were next time we talk.

Junie: (Gulps) Yes, Sir.

Bob: Why the gulp?

Junie: I just don't talk about my beautiful body with people, Sir. I have always avoided talking about my beautiful body with anyone. Oh Sir, this is so hard. Every time I write 'beautiful', I feel like I am going to cry. It is so hard to believe.

Bob: Sweet Junie. Keep pushing. It will start to feel real after a while. I am sorry that you had to live in a world that tore you down and made you feel bad. Our world is going to be all about making you feel good.

Junie: I am not very used to feeling good about myself, Sir.

Bob: Hence the shyness?

Junie: It all seems so simple and yet so difficult, Sir.

Bob: Let's change the subject.

Junie: Okay, Sir, what do you want to talk about?

Bob: Tell me about your spiritual beliefs.

Junie: You mean like religion, Sir?

Bob: Religion is another word for it.

Junie: I was raised Catholic. I have not gone to church since I was in high school. I don't think I believe in God anymore, at least not the god they talked about when I was a little girl. I can't believe that there was some all powerful benevolent creator pulling the strings around here. The world is just too fucked up for that to be true.

Bob: Donna and I have some less conventional spiritual beliefs. We do not so much believe in an all powerful benevolent creator that is pulling the strings. We believe in a power that infuses the world we live in. We believe we are just here for a little while and then that magic that is us moves on to another life form in this world.

Junie: I guess I am a little confused, Sir.

Bob: That is okay. I just wanted to talk to you a little about this before we get in too deep. Donna and I are kind of nature worshipers. We believe that the Earth is our mother, that the Earth deserves our love and respect. We believe in reincarnation.

Junie: Reincarnation, Sir?

Bob: Sweet Junie, I am not trying to convert you. I just want you to know where we are coming from. One of our core beliefs is tolerance and acceptance of other people. We very strongly believe that people should be free to make their own decisions.




Joining the Circle Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Rescue 

Donna walked into the office. She had a happy smile on her face. "You were so sweet to her. I really like the idea of having us call her after her time with that guy. We can reward her. She will associate us with feeling better."

Bob stood and stretched. "You were listening?"

Donna laughed. "I didn't say I was hanging up. I just said I was going to let her talk with just you. Pisses me off that he is only letting her orgasm once a week, other than their play time. Sounds like a selfish bastard."

"She won't be with him much longer. I would not be surprised if she calls it off before we tell her to. I personally don't like the idea of her posting nude pictures. She is right, it can backfire on her."

"You have her agreeing to listen to you about that. You can delay her decision until it won't be hers to make anymore. You are a devious, hungry, old dog to ask her to send them to you."

"I just hope that she is wearing panties." Bob pulled Donna to him and swatted her firmly on her ass. "You know you will always be my goddess." Donna sighed and melted against him. "I love you."

Email received the next morning.

Dear Master Bob and Mistress Donna,

I enjoyed talking with you last night on the telephone. Attached are the pictures that Sir James has wanted me to post. 

I have a question. Sir James punishes me by making me kneel alone in the dark for long periods of time, refusing to call me, or not allowing me to have orgasms during our play times. It seems like he has been talking a lot about punishments lately. What kinds of punishments would you give me if you decide I deserve them?

Off to work. I hope you have a happy day.

I am looking forward to talking to you later tonight.

Happily Obedient,

Junie

There was an attachment of six pictures of a small voluptuous Junie. She looked absolutely terrified, smiling a tight artificial smile that did not reach her huge frightened eyes. Donna thought she was wearing way too much makeup. 

She was completely nude, trying to pose in a series of seductive albeit demure positions, standing, sitting, and reclining, her legs always carefully closed. Despite her obvious nudity, there was a quality of innocence, old-fashioned reserve, even cheesecake. She had puffy brown cunt lips that hid her inner pink folds. Her heavy breasts resting on her soft rounded belly and wonderful, wide hips and large, round bottom made her look like sculptures of an ancient fertility goddess.

Donna murmured, "She is a shy little nymph, a perfect little earth mother. Can't you just see her, with her face clean, peeking out around a tree trunk, deep in the forest, ferns in her hair?"

Bob nodded. "She is something, isn't she? I wish she didn't look so afraid."

"Tell her that. After you get done raving about her body, tell her that because she looks unhappy, the pictures don't do her justice."

"She sure is cute though and such a fine round bottom. It will be so nice to spank. She did ask about punishments. Do you want to answer that one or should I?"

Donna laughed, "I think I better answer this one."

Dear Sweet Junie,

Bob and I got your email and pictures. You are so sweet in those pictures. You have such beautiful body, so full and rich. Such wonderful curves, you look like an earth mother. How could anyone resist wanting to cuddle up to you? 

You tried so hard to smile and look comfortable but I could tell you were so uncomfortable. Your pretty eyes looked so frightened. I am sure when you talk to Bob; he will talk to you about that. You asked about punishments. So far I have not played with many subs and I have never punished someone that had disobeyed me, so I am not sure how exactly I would react until the situation is at hand. Bob will be overseeing my progress in topping you and being your Mistress. Your safe words will still always be there for you to use.

I can tell you that Bob is a strong believer in immediate consequences. My theory is that he has been training dogs for too long and deep in his heart, he still believes that the consequence for any action must be closely matched in time to the transgression for it to have the most impact. It seems like immediacy is paramount over ritual in this. What he does exactly is widely variable and ingeniously appropriate to the misdeed. Too much talking and I had both his smelly socks in my mouth all one afternoon. Get too bratty and you will be over his knee, and realizing that not all spankings are fun in a nanosecond. Once I was not paying attention to him and he picked me up and threw me into the lake before I knew what was going on. Each and every one of his "punishments" fit the transgression and left me better for having experienced them.

We have been together what seems our whole lives. I know how he ticks and usually how far to push him. I don't get punished very often anymore. I will be there with you. If you make mistakes, it will be because I have made errors in your training and as such Bob has made it clear I will be sharing any consequences you earn. 

Mistress Donna 

It was almost 11:00 pm when Donna saw that Junie had logged onto her computer and turned on her instant messenger.

Donna: Sweet Junie, is it okay for me to call you now? 

Junie: Yes, Ma'am.

When Junie answered the phone her voice was dull and fogged with tears and exhaustion. Donna did not like the hopelessness in her voice.

"Junie, is this how you always feel after playing with Sir James?"

"No, Ma'am."

"Did something happen?"

Soft sobs came over the phone. Donna could hear Junie trying to answer, but the words were impossible to understand.

"Slow down, Sweet Junie. If you can't talk, just breathe and cry. I will be here with you until you can talk."

After several of minutes of tears, Junie managed to choke out. "I am sorry, Ma'am, it just... it's just... He lied to me. He has been lying to me the whole time. He made me lie to you..." Junie broke down in sobs again.

Donna felt a pang of alarm, "It's okay, Sweetie, go ahead tell me about it."

Junie coughed and took a deep shaky breath. "He was really angry when he found out I had not posted the pictures. When I told him that Bob wanted to talk to me about it first, he just lost it. He told me he never meant for me to become your sub. He said I was just bait for bigger fish. He said he was playing a trick on me, testing me, fucking with my mind." "He told me tonight that I can't talk to you anymore. He said... he said..." Junie strangled down another sob. "He said that you guys weren't real. That nobody would really want me. When I tried to use the positive words, he screamed at me, called me fat and old and useless and stupid. He is right, I have been so stupid."

Donna put the phone on mute and called to Bob. "Get on the extension. That bastard has got our girl all torn up. Honey, please just listen, she doesn't need both of us badgering her with questions."

Donna turned on the phone again and cooed and murmured over the phone. "You know that we are real, don't you, baby? You know that he is wrong. He was just trying to hurt you, make you weak, so he could control you. You don't have to listen to that. You can tell him no."

Junie began to sob louder, almost hysterically. "I can't. He won't let me. He said if I tried, he would hurt me."

Donna felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. All her protective instincts were running on high. "What did he threaten you with, Junie?"

"He said he would send my pictures to my family and my work. He said he knows where I live. He says he knows someone in this town who would come here and hurt me." 

Donna forced her voice to remain calm and businesslike. "Do you think he really is capable of doing those things?" 

"I don't know. He sounded so mad. I don't know how he would find my family to give them the pictures, but he does know my address. He mails me things sometimes. And it wouldn't be too hard to figure out my work."

"I wouldn't worry too much about losing your job. You don't work directly with children so they probably wouldn't care about things like that. Anyway I strongly suspect you are going to be quitting your job soon. Are you afraid to be home alone?"

"A little, but I do live in a locked apartment building with security cameras."

"Okay, Sweetie, but if you get scared don't hesitate to do anything and everything to keep yourself safe. Call the cops. Call Bob or me. Now tell me everything you know about this James. Personal things, like addresses, work, and phone numbers. He thinks he is a big man, trying to scare you with threats. We might need to turn things around on him."

"I do know his mailing address. He put his return address on a package he sent me one time. I think he forgot or was feeling more trusting. He told me later to destroy it, but I didn't. I just wanted something to feel closer to him. I have a phone number, but I am pretty sure it is a prepaid cell phone number. He is a preacher or something like that. I have a picture of him in a... um... sort of undressed and excited state."

"His address will be more than enough and the church thing will give us lots of leverage if we need it."

"I am not even sure his name is James, Ma'am."

"I would not be surprised if it was. I can tell you are calming down. You are remembering to call me Ma'am."

"Yes, a little, Ma'am."

"So I am gathering that you did not know he wasn't serious about you finding a new Master and Mistress."

"No, Ma'am. I really thought he was serious about giving me to you. Instead, now, I got the impression that he was thinking about using me to get to you guys somehow. I am not sure exactly, it was just something about me being small fry, bait, trolling for bigger fish?"

"Then you did not lie. You were tricked and I think that the trick has backfired. You are not going to obey him anymore are you? You are going to keep talking to both Bob and me, aren't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I am terribly afraid, but nothing could stop me from talking to you. I am a little worried that he would retaliate against you as well."

"Don't worry about us. We have been pretty careful about keeping our identities private. And we have done nothing illegal and it would have very little impact on our lives if our lifestyle was made public." Donna laughed softly. "Folks in town think we are pretty crazy already. It would be the best gossip for them."

"He said he will never let me go."

"Do you want to be free of him?"

"More than anything!" For the first time Donna heard anger in Junie's voice.

"Sweet sweet Junie, your submission is a gift. All you have to do is take it back. Without that gift, he cannot be your Master, Dom, or even your friend anymore. He never was your friend. Will you accept me as your Mistress? Just for now, so you won't feel abandoned, so you won't feel lost, will you give that gift to me?"

"Really? Oh, Mistress Donna, I want that so much. I want it forever, but I will be happy with just for now." "Junie, what are you doing right now?"

"I was pacing my apartment when I was crying, but now I am sitting on my couch, wrapped up in my blanket."

"How are you feeling?"

"I am kind of cold. I was all sweaty and now I am feeling chilled. My head kind of aches and my back and bottom hurt, sting, and burn, Ma'am."

"Keep wrapped up in that blanket. You did not play with that bastard did you?"

"Play? He said I had to be punished for my stupidity, for believing you, and for disobeying him about the pictures. He made me hurt myself. He made me hit myself over and over with a belt. He made me repeat things, ugly things about myself. I believe he thinks I am going to obey him. He said he would look for the pictures to be posted tomorrow and if they weren't, he would post them himself, with my real name and address. He said he would have his friend come visit me. He said he owed this guy a fuck. He said that once that guy got here, I would really learn obedience." Junie's voice began to tremble. "Maybe I should just post them."

"Let's not worry about that right now. Are you hurt at all?" "I think I am bruised. He kept telling me to hit harder and faster. In the end he made me use the buckle end of the belt. He said I wasn't crying loud enough."

"Oh, Sweet Junie, he had you totally terrified."

Junie whimpered. "I was so afraid he would do what he said, send my pictures to my work, people I have to see every day, or my babies."

"Junie, even if he rented a fucking billboard and put your pictures up by the freeway, there is no reason to allow him to force you to do things you don't want to do. Junie, sweet dear Junie, step to one side, put aside the fear and the shyness. What is the worst thing that can happen if he does all the things he has threatened to do?"

"He could have someone hurt me, Ma'am."

"Okay, that would be really bad. But I believe he is full of hot air on that one. If he was all that bad of a guy, he wouldn't be hiding from his bridge playing wife."

Junie giggled. "True, he always seemed very scared of her, Ma'am."

"So you have all tomorrow off and the whole weekend. What did you have planned?"

"Not a whole lot, Ma'am. Bob mentioned something about exercise to help with the sad feelings. I probably was going to sew. I was looking forward to talking with you more."

"Would you like to meet for lunch tomorrow?"

"Oh, Ma'am, really?"

"You pick out a nice, quiet, easy to find place and Bob and I will meet you there. Just for a get to know you talk."

Junie named a restaurant and gave Donna the address. "It's a nice, quiet, little place, and the food is nice and fresh. If the weather is nice, we can eat on the deck maybe."

"Okay, sweet thing, make sure your door is locked and don't answer it for anyone. Here is my number if you need me. Call anytime, but if you think you are in danger, don't call me, call the cops."

"Yes, Ma'am, what should I wear?"

"Wear what you are comfortable in. Something that makes you feel pretty. For Bob's sake, make sure the panties are sexy. He won't be getting to look, but at least we can have his imagination all on fire."

Junie giggled. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Remember; call me if there is any problem. You are mine now. It is your responsibility to keep me informed as to your well being."

"Oh yes, Ma'am."

"First thing I want you to remember is any and all rules that you have been obeying for that bastard are null and void."

"Okay, Ma'am."

"I wish I could be there to hold you. Oh, and damn it, I forbid you to communicate with that bastard James. No email, no instant messaging, no phone calls. Bob and I will be doing all of that."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Before you go to sleep, send me all the info you have on this James and be sure to include the picture. I want the phone number too. I think calling him at some point may be a good idea."

After she hung up, Bob came out of the kitchen. He looked furious. "It was nearly fucking impossible to not jump in and talk. But, I agree, she needed to talk to one of us, not the both of us."

"We have his mailing address and a picture of him. I would like to have a private detective go out and see if this is the right place. Maybe take a couple of pictures of him at his house and maybe at his church? It would make his asshole clench right up if he got a couple of those in his email."

"My angry goddess, you have the vicious, devious nature to be really good at this. You go ahead and handle this. Just keep me informed. I will do all the direct communicating with this guy. He will be more likely to listen to a man."

"Agreed, if I get right on it, we should have pictures of him, his house, and maybe his church by morning. It will be a nice little present for him to find in his email."

Donna had no trouble hiring a detective. She offered a significant financial incentive to him for getting her the information she needed as quickly as possible.

She spent almost all night on the phone with him making arrangements. Within a couple of hours the detective was able to confirm that the house address existed and the title was registered to a James Conrad. He did a drive by of the house and ran the license plate of a large white Cadillac parked out front and found it registered to an Agnes Conrad. There was a bumper sticker on the car for a local Baptist church.

There was a web page for the church and the pictures of the pastor matched the picture that Junie sent her, barring the fact that the picture that Junie sent her had him wearing a cowboy hat, a pair of leather chaps, a hard on, and not much else.

The detective had already sent her pictures of the house and the church. 

"He was not very careful was he?" Bob commented as he looked over her shoulder at the things she was writing down on a yellow legal tablet. 

"I still want pictures of him and his wife in their yard." Donna was running on pure anger and adrenaline, that and almost a whole pot of coffee. "Don't take everything away from him. We should keep him afraid of what he might lose."

"You are right. I just want to scare the fuck out of him."

"That is my privilege." Bob's voice was low and determined.

Bob had never enjoyed writing an email as much as he enjoyed writing this one. He had fun cutting and pasting the semi-nude picture of James into the image of the church website he had downloaded. It was pathetically obscene. 

Dear Sir James, or should I say, Pastor James Conrad,

It seems you never intended for Junie become my sub. She tells me that you have told her to stop communicating with me.

It seems you have threatened her with embarrassment and personal harm if she does not obey you.

You have fucked with the wrong guy, Pastor James. I know where you live. I know where you work. I know how much more you have to lose than our little Junie, OUR Junie, NOT yours.

Already today, I have had a private detective watching your home. He is out there now. Go ahead look out your window. Wave. Maybe you should introduce Agnes to him. 

You will have no further communication with Junie. You will not post any pictures of her on any website. Ideally you should delete and destroy any and all information you have about Junie, but there is no way for me to confirm this, beyond trusting you. And we both know how trustworthy you are. 

If you try to communicate with Junie ever again, I will personally make sure that your neighborhood and your church's neighborhood are plastered with this dirty picture of you in your kinky leather pants and your pathetic erection.

If you are able to comply with this, all this will be forgotten. Junie will go on with her life and you with yours. No harm, no foul.

If I do not hear from you in the next hour, I will have the private detective knock on your front door. He will suggest to you, or perhaps Agnes, that you should check your email.

Do not ever fuck with me or mine ever again.

Bob

James Conrad's answer was almost instant and panicked. Bob was roaring in laughter. 

Oh my god, please don't get pissed or anything. I understand. It's just that I already sent someone over to Junie's to scare her. I can't get a hold of him. He is just going to put something on her car. I promise it won't happen again. Get that guy out from in front of my house. He keeps smiling and waving. My wife is asking questions.

I promise to never contact Junie again. You can have her.

Still laughing Bob stood up from the computer and swept Donna up into his arms. "You are a gem. If there ever is something I need to do in a hurry, I will know who to call. This guy has literally shit his pants. Let the detective know he can go home. Give him a big bonus. And call Junie. Let her know that she might find something on her car, but everything is taken care of."




Joining the Circle Ch. 02



Donna gloated, "Look, he isn't talking in capitals anymore."

When she answered the phone, Junie's voice was tired. "Ma'am?" 

"I am sorry to wake you up so early. I just wanted to tell you I have taken care of everything. Bob and I did a little research and found out that this James bastard wasn't very careful. We know his name. We know what church he is the pastor for. We already have been in communication with him."

"I wasn't sleeping. I can't sleep, Ma'am, but that's wonderful. Is he going leave me alone?" "He is very willing to leave you alone in return for us not outing him to his wife and congregation. He did confess that someone has put something on your car during the night. I don't want you to freak out. It happened before we could convince him of the folly of his ways. He is scared shitless at the moment."

Junie giggled. "Good. You are amazing, Ma'am. I am so lucky to have found you. I can't begin to thank you enough."

"It was meant to be, Sweet Junie. Try to rest. We will see you soon."

"How can I rest thinking about that?"

Junie was almost a half an hour late arriving at the restaurant. She was wearing the same little yellow dress that she had on in the first picture she sent them. She looked grim and frightened, but when she spied Bob and Donna sitting in the sunshine on the deck, her face lit up and she held out her hands to them as she walked up. "I am sorry I am late..." she hesitated and looked around, uncertain, "um... Sir and Ma'am."

Donna stood, took her hand, and pulled her into a hug. She whispered in her ear. "Just call us Bob and Donna in public." 

Junie sighed and melted against Donna for the briefest of seconds and then stood back and smiled. "Okay, Donna."

Bob stood and pulled out a chair, his eyes drinking her in. "Sit down, Sweet Junie." "Thank you, Bob."

"How was your morning?"

"Pretty bad. Whoever James sent did not leave something 'on' my car. He left something 'in' my car. Whoever it was, broke my driver's side window, put this in my car, and then pissed on my front seat." She dropped a plastic zip lock bag with a stained yellow piece of paper and a vicious looking knife in it on the table. Junie's cheeks were scarlet and her big brown eyes were filled with tears. "The knife was stabbed through the picture, right through my..." She stopped, took a deep breath, and pressed her lips together, trying not to cry.

Donna scooted her chair close to Junie and put her arms around her. "Don't worry, baby, we will fix it. We will never let anyone hurt you."

Junie whispered, "They wrote on the picture. They said they were looking forward to when James sold me to them to fuck."

Bob spoke up. "No wonder that bastard was so scared in his email to me. He has definitely stepped way over the line."

Donna grinned evilly. "I think someone is going to need a new car. This one has too many bad memories. And I know exactly who is going to pay for it. Give me your cell phone, Junie. He already knows your number. We don't need to let him know mine."

Junie handed her cell to Donna. Donna dialed and then handed the phone to Bob. Bob had a very predatory look on his face. 

The man's voice that answered sounded confused and frightened. "Junie?"

"Oh I am sorry, Pastor James, you are not ever going to be speaking to Junie ever again. This is Bob. You remember me. Don't fuck with me and mine Bob!"

"Oh god. You said no harm, no foul. Why are you calling me?"

"You slimy foul asshole! Who did you send to terrorize Junie this morning? They did a hell of a lot more than put something on her car."

"It was just a guy I met online, one of the guys that hung in the chat room. I knew he lived in the same town as Junie."

"Now is the time to start confessing. I want to know everything you told him about her. I want to know what you have promised him."

"Nothing. I didn't tell him anything."

"I think that it's time for that private detective to go visit you again. Maybe he will start attending church."

"Oh fuck no. Please don't."

"Then try and tell me the fucking truth."

"Okay, okay. He said I should train Junie to be a whore. He offered to... um, punish her for me. I told him that if he put the picture in her car he could be her first and it would be for free."

"In her car?"

"Yes I told him to put it in her car."

"With the knife?"

The man's voice sounded defeated. "Yes."

"Did you actually tell him to piss on her front seat?"

This time it was barely audible. "Yes, I guess so. The knife and all were his idea, but I agreed."

Bob smiled evilly. "Speak up; the tape recorder did not quite pick those last words up."

James' voice was in a panic. "You are taping this? You can't tape this! That's illegal."

Bob chuckled triumphantly. "I am not a cop, remember? I am Don't Fuck With Me Bob."

"Please, oh god please, what are you going to do?"

"It is not about what I am going to do. It's about what you are going to do. You are going to buy Junie a new car. Something nice and sporty, make it a two seater, yellow. Yes, I think it should be yellow and with good gas mileage and an extended maintenance package. Nothing too fancy, a Honda or a Mazda. Get a nice sound system and a removable hard top." Bob looked up at Junie's huge shocked eyes. "Will that be sufficient?" Junie suddenly dimpled and whispered, "Automatic."

"Junie says she wants an automatic transmission."

"How can I buy her a car? My wife will find out. She keeps track of all the money."

"I leave that to you to figure out. I want all your communication regarding the car to be made to me via my email. I expect Junie to be able to pick it up from the dealership within a month. Make sure tax and license are all paid for too. Now back to this problem of this friend you sent over to Junie's apartment last night. How did he know which car was hers?"

"I have had him watch her sometimes. Follow her to work."

"Do you know his name and address?"

"I know his first name, Harold, at least I think it's his first name, and I have a phone number and email for him. I don't know his address."

"You are a complete fucking idiot. This guy could be really dangerous."

The other end of the phone was silent. 

"You better hope this guy backs off when you call him. And you will be calling him."

"Okay."

"We will be in touch. James, I truly hope we can conclude this ugly business without anyone getting hurt. If Junie gets hurt, you will be guilty of a crime and I will not hesitate to turn you into the police. I could so fuck up your life. Lucky for you, that is not my wish, despite your apparent eagerness to hurt Junie." 

"I don't know what you mean. I never wanted Junie to get hurt." James voice was defensive and starting to sound angry.

"Bullshit! You never gave a fuck about her safety. Now it's coming home to roost. So hurry up, buy the car, pay off your friend, or do whatever you need to do to get him to leave Junie alone. And we will hopefully never have to speak with you again."

Donna leaned over and whispered into Bob's ear. 

Bob laughed and spoke up one more time. "It would be a good idea if you wrote a nice apology to Junie and sent it to my email address."

James mumbled, "Yes, Bob."

Bob laughed and hung up Junie's phone and handed it back to her. "We have been sitting here for quite a while. Let's order something to eat and talk about something a lot more pleasant." He grinned at the two women sitting with their arms around each other. Junie looked dazed and awestruck. Her head was resting on Donna's shoulder.

Donna waved to a waitress that she had warned off a few times and ordered grilled chicken chef salads and iced tea for all of them. After they had ordered and eaten, they talked about the food and their enjoyment of each other's company. Bob reached over and picked up Junie's hand and asked her how she was feeling.

Junie softly whispered. "He was a really bad person. All that time he was just setting me up to hurt me. If I had not found you guys, I don't know what would have happened."

Donna smiled and kissed Junie's hair. "Well, I think he may have learned his lesson."

Junie giggled. "I know he has met his match. I will love driving that car. I never would have thought that I was a vengeful person, but when he admitted he had told that guy to piss in my car, I just started to hate him."

Donna frowned. "I am not sure about that guy. I get a bad vibe off of someone who would leave that knife and then urinate. That smacks of criminal and rapist." Donna looked meaningfully at Bob. "Honey, I don't like the idea of leaving Junie alone."

Bob looked thoughtful. "Junie how much time could you take off from work?"

Junie looked surprised. "Um... I have about two weeks of unused vacation. I have almost a month of sick leave too."

"Let's not use your sick leave. But let's plan for you to take some time off. How do you feel about spending a fun week at a nice house in the country? Maybe if you are lucky, you will find a new job." Junie looked at him and at Donna her eyes huge and speechless. Her eyes were filled with tears. She swallowed and nodded. "I... I would like that, Sir."

As soon as they had finished eating, Donna had snuggled back up to Junie. Pulling Junie's head to lean against her shoulder, her hands stroked Junie's hair and arms, whispering into her ears. Bob watched the two indulgently. "I better get you girls out of here before you make a scene."

Once they were out at the car, Bob looked sternly at Donna. "If I let both of you ride in the back seat, you will behave scandalously. You should let our little girl get home with us before you totally ravish her." Junie giggled. "If I am to be number two girl here, Sir, I should ride in the back seat."

Donna nodded, "That is true. But somehow I think that what should happen now is for me to drive, and for both Bob and you to be in the back seat. I don't think Bob will argue with that and somehow I think he will behave better than I would."

Bob made a growling sound. "No promises."

Junie giggled happily and stood on tip toe to whisper in his ear. "They are yellow."

Bob reared back and looked in her eyes. "What are yellow?"

Junie giggled, winked and gave her hips a little swish as she climbed into the back seat of their hybrid SUV. Once they were in the car, Donna turned to look at Junie. "Now, Sweet Junie, tell me the way to your apartment so you can pack a few things."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Bob slid over and sat close to Junie, keeping his arm around her possessively as they drove to her apartment. "She smells so good, Donna. You should have told me."

"Then you would have made me share."

At Junie's apartment Donna handed Junie her driver's license. Junie looked at her confused. "Write it down, my name, my address, everything. You should never head off into the unknown without knowing where you are going and some guarantee that they will know where to come looking for you if you disappear."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Put it all in an envelope and address it to yourself. We will drop it in the mail on the way out of town. Normally we would have someone you trust, that you could call and tell them things are going okay, but this will have to do. If you want, you can call someone, maybe one of your kids or a friend at work, and let them know you are going to spend the weekend with us for a job interview for a house keeping job." "Oh Ma'am, I know everything will be okay. After all the things you did to help me with S..." She caught herself. "...with James, I just know that I am safe with you."

Junie quickly packed a few things in a suitcase, grabbed her laptop computer, and stood looking around her apartment. "I feel like this is a huge turning point in my life."

Both Donna and Bob put their arms around her, sheltering her between them. Donna spoke softly "Sweet Junie. If at any time you get scared, let me know. This is a time to feel safe and happy. If at any time you want to slow down say yellow. If at any time you want to stop say red. Everything that happens from now on will be because you want it to happen."

"Oh Ma'am," Junie's voice quivered with emotion. "Would it be... Could I," Junie's voice dropped to the tiniest whisper, "kiss you?"

Donna gently lifted Junie's face up to hers and kissed her, their lips soft and almost worshiping. The kiss was infinitely slow, teasing, the softest of tongues gently exploring, breathing soft and slow. Junie could feel Bob's harder male body supporting, sheltering her and Donna. She could feel his hand gently stroking her neck and cheek. When Donna's lips left hers, she whispered softly "Thank you, Ma'am."

"Let's go home, Sweet Junie."

"Yes, I would like that, Ma'am."

Junie found herself cuddled up to Bob in the backseat of the car, his arms a wonderful, strong fortress. It wasn't too many miles before he was pressing soft kisses on her hands, pulling her fingers into his mouth and sucking on her fingertips and then moving up her wrists. Over and over his fingers traced the contours of her face and caressed her neck, her ears, and her lips.

When Junie caught his hand in hers and pressed it to her lips, softly sensually kissing his palm and then pulling his thumb into her mouth, he growled and took her lower lip between his fingers and drew her face to his. His blue eyes were sparkling with humor and excitement. Junie realized instantly that kissing Bob was infinitely different than kissing Donna. He was not patient. His mouth took hers and demanded a response, overpowering her senses, taking her breath away.

When he let her up, she was intensely aware of her heart racing. She put a shaky hand to her lips. She saw Donna looking at them in the rearview mirror and she smiled a shaky smile. Donna smiled back, a warm encouraging smile. "He can be pretty intense sometimes."

Bob had one arm wrapped up around her, holding her firmly against him, his hand gently stroking the inside of her arm, the backs of his fingers rubbing up and down along the side of her breast through her dress. Junie could feel her nipples tightening at the sensation of his fingers on her skin and the telltale touches against her. Bob's voice rumbled softly in her ear. "Is it okay for me to hold you and touch you like this?"

Junie felt a shiver shake her and she whispered, "Yes, Sir."

"Do you like how it feels?"

"Oh yes."

Bob held her close and did not stop the soft touches on her arm and the edge of her breast as the world slid by. Junie could feel her body slowly softening and relaxing against his warmth, waves of sleepiness slid over her. She stifled a tiny yawn.

"Are you sleepy, Junie?"

"I am sorry, Sir. I did not sleep at all last night. I was too frightened and then too excited about seeing you. I guess all the emotions kind of kept me on edge and at the same time wore me out."

Bob continued to stroke her arm, tracing lazy circles on her skin. "If you are tired, close your eyes. Let yourself float. If you fall asleep, it will be okay."

Junie yawned again and stifled a tiny giggle behind her small hand. Her eyes were heavy and blinking softly. She could feel what seemed like years worth of tension slowly loosening, easing. As her eyes drifted shut, she thought to herself of how rigidly controlled she had held herself, never letting herself truly relax. To let go of the control would have let the loneliness pull her under. She would have sunk below the waves of despair. It felt so good to finally let go of it.

A deep shuddering sigh shook her. Bob made a deep approving murmur and laid his lips on her hair. She had no sense of the passage of time. Junie did not move until Donna called softly from the front seat, "Wake up, sleepy heads. We are almost home."

Junie sat up and looked out the window as they drove down a long, narrow, gravel driveway. Firs and cedars loomed tall on either side of the road. Junie looked out into the rich, green, moss covered ground and tree trunks. The dim, green depths of the forest seemed mystical, almost a temple. She craned her neck, trying to look up, to see the tops of the trees. "The trees are so tall." Her voice was small and awestruck. "They are second growth, but many of them are almost a hundred and fifty-years-old. This area was logged a long time ago." Bob sounded proud and protective.

"Are they yours, Sir?" Bob had an almost shocked tone. "Mine? How can a man own something eternal? I am their shepherd. I am their servant and their worshiper. I count myself lucky to be a part of their existence."

Junie looked at him, her head tipped to one side. "You love them."

"More than you could imagine. They have old souls. If you listen, they have a lot to say."

"You will have to teach me how to hear them, Sir."

The car broke free of the deep green corridor. The afternoon sun shone across a wide blue lake, lighting up an expanse of green lawn. A wide, low, stone house and a second, shingled, barn sized building behind it, dominated the clearing. There was a riot of color from the flowers that seemed to overflow around all the buildings and walkways.

Junie was transfixed by at the idyllic scene of light and color. She exclaimed softly. "Oh! Oh, the pictures you sent, the ones with the puppies, did not do it half justice. It's so perfect."

Donna drove around to the back of the larger shingled barn and pulled in after the automatic garage door opened. Junie could hear the loud excited barking of dogs. Bob laughed, "The kids are eager to say hello to their new friend. Let's get out and say hi to them, and then take a walk around the place. I want to show you around." 

As they got out of the car, the sound of barking instantly silenced. Bob waved his hand around, "This is the garage. I have my workshop out here and the dog's kennel is over on that side. We keep them in there when we aren't home." Junie looked around at the space, inhaling the rich scents of sawdust and dog food. Tall shelves stretched along one wall and neatly labeled boxes were neatly arranged along them. In the workshop she could see the tools carefully hung on racks. The whole garage was meticulously clean and organized. Junie smiled. This was exactly how she liked things.

Bob opened a door and four big Golden Retrievers burst through. Bob spoke a single word and all four sat instantly and looked at him, clearly excited to meet Donna and this new person, and yet trembling with eagerness to obey. "Just stand still, Junie. Don't look at them. Don't pet them. Act like they are not there. They will come up and smell you. When we walk around, just walk through them. They will have to move out of your way. This way they will learn you are not going to let them push you around."

"Yes, Sir."

Bob told the dogs, "Okay, go see her." All four dogs leaped up and crowded around her, sniffing her hands and legs. When one particularly curious cold wet nose poked her between her legs, she jumped and giggled. Bob barked out, "Bump, No! Junie, if he does that to you again, just tell him, "No!" And push him out of the way. "He is our baby and still learning some of the finer points of good manners." He introduced the dogs. "Sunny, Honey, Maddy, and Bump, they are our kids. You will soon learn how to order them around. They are pretty well behaved. I don't tolerate spoiled dogs."

Donna laughed. "Spoiled dogs or women."

Bob raised his eyebrows. "Don't you start acting sassy." He spoke to Junie. His voice was amused, but there was a hint of steel underneath. "I would not be surprised if she doesn't get a little feisty for a while, trying to show off for you." He turned his attention back to the dogs. "For now, don't pet them, don't throw anything for them, and don't give them any treats."

"Yes, Sir."

"Come on let's look at the yard. I want to show off my garden."




Joining the Circle Ch. 02



Between the garage and the house a large vegetable and flower garden dominated the yard. Again Junie was impressed with the neatness and perfect organization. Yet, there was whimsy and beauty everywhere. At every turn there were surprises; little sculptures of fairies or animals, interesting pieces of driftwood or beautiful stones, comfortable benches and chairs strategically situated to enjoy the peace and beauty of the garden.

Junie also noticed that when they were in the garden, all four dogs instantly fell to walk sedately behind the group of three. She stopped and looked around her. "May I ask which one of you loves order so?" Donna's silvery laughter rang across the garden. "Oh that is all Bob. I have always loved the result, but it's taken almost our whole relationship to learn to love the obsession. He has a very clear vision of how things should be done. Woe to anyone that strays too far from that vision."

Junie's voice was soft, "I love things neat and organized."

Donna groaned, "Oh no, not two of you."

Bob took Junie's arm. "Donna, didn't you notice her apartment? It was spotless. If you had looked in her cupboards like I had, you would have seen what a nice little compulsive she is. She is going to fit in here perfectly. Come on out by the lake." As they walked around the front of the house, Bob said a single word, made a hand gesture, and all four dogs shot past them running across the yard to the lake, like they were shot out of cannon. All four dogs raced to that water and froze at the edge, poised and trembling in an agony of anticipation. Bob laughed and again said one word. There was a huge splash as all four Golden Retrievers launched themselves into the lake. Bob's voice was proud, "They love water, especially Bump. He won't come out unless I call him. I swear he would rather drown." Junie stood watching the dogs as they swam happily in circles through the crystal clear lake. She could see their bodies and strong legs paddling furiously under the water. Junie watched in delight, a happy smile lighting her face.

They all stood in the warm afternoon sunshine watching the dogs playing. Donna moved up behind Junie and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, pulling her to lean back against her chest. "I am glad you like it here. Bob and I always dreamed of a place like this. When we retired, we put a lot of work into making it exactly the way we wanted. We love it here and we want to share it with someone, I hope that someone will be you."

Junie picked up one of Donna's hands and pressed it to her lips. "I hope so too, Ma'am."

"Walk up to the house with me, Sweet Junie." Donna and Junie left Bob standing by the lake watching the dogs frolic in the water, and headed up the lawn toward the house.

Donna kept an arm possessively around Junie's waist as they walked up to the house. A wide low deck spanned the front of the low stone house. The front of the house was dominated by wide windows. The doors leading into the house had a whimsical decorative arch and were made of heavy, iron clad timbers. The deck had comfortable hand crafted furniture and a built-in stone fireplace. Junie saw a sunken hot tub made of the same stone was not far from the fire. 

Donna let Junie take her time looking at the inviting place. "Bob makes all the furniture. He is very talented and more than a little hyperactive. You will find we need to keep him busy or he can get to be a pain in the ass. I try to keep his energy focused." Junie nodded and giggled.

"He is an artist. The furniture is amazingly beautiful, Ma'am."

"He makes more than we can fit into the house. We use it to barter for other stuff."

Donna stopped and pulled Junie to face her. "Are you ready for this? Are you really serious about giving up your old life and sharing it with us? I am not asking for a forever, now or never answer now. I just want to see how you are feeling about this. You have seen where we live. I am pretty sure you have a sense of what kind of values and integrity Bob and I have."

Junie looked up into Donna's hazel eyes. She really looked deep and thought about her life and what she would be giving up. She thought to herself that she would lose a lot of personal freedom and have to adjust her ways to fit with other people. "Other people", the very words in her mind were a soothing balm, people who already had proven a commitment to her safety, people who wanted her. "Yes, Ma'am. So far everything you have shown me about yourselves has been wonderful. So far I have no reservations."

Bob had walked up to the deck and was standing watching them. Junie could see that the dogs had followed him, but were sitting still and obedient to one side. They were panting with happy dog smiles on their faces as they watched their masters on the deck.

"Okay, good. So far neither Bob nor I have any reservations either. Junie, will you agree to give it a trial? For the next five days, will you agree to be our sub? You would give yourself to us to own. You would follow all our directions. You will still have your safe word. You have the freedom to ask to leave at any time. We will promise to keep you safe. Will you agree to that?"

Bob spoke up. "Or if you want, you can just be here as a guest. This has all been happening fast and if you want to go slower, that would be fine too."

Junie looked at Donna and then at Bob. She chewed on her lip, and then spoke softly, "I want the trial. I want to give myself to you."

Donna smiled. "Good girl." 

Donna gently stroked Junie's face and smiled. "I am very proud of you. Take off your dress, Junie. Take off all your clothes and kneel before me."

Junie's big eyes got even bigger and she swallowed nervously, but she did not hesitate. Slowly, almost ritually, she pulled the yellow dress off over her head and folded it carefully and laid it on a deck chair. She was wearing a pretty yellow bra and panty set, with thigh high nude stockings. She unhooked her bra and let her breasts fall, soft and heavy. The panties and stockings came down in one push, as she slipped off her white sandals. All were neatly folded and placed on top of the dress.

Donna's lips pressed together in a brief flash of displeasure as she noted a scattering of bruises across Junie's back and bottom, an ugly reminder of last night's punishment by that bastard James. She pulled her eyes back to Junie's and nodded in encouragement. Junie's lips curved in a soft, tremulous smile and she carefully knelt before Donna, her eyes on the smooth planks of the deck. "Don't look down, my Junie. Look up. Look at us." Bob had moved to stand next to Donna, his hand on her waist.

Junie looked up at the two, looming so close and tall above her. Donna smiled reassuringly, "Good girl. You are doing fine. Keep looking at us. We are your Master and Mistress. You will come to love us, as we come to love you. Obedience will come naturally because it is your nature and your obedience will fulfill you. Junie, you will never be lonely or sad ever again."

Junie's eyes were wet and shining. A single tear broke free of her lashes and slowly crept down her cheek. Donna gently touched the sparkling drop and brought her damp finger to her lips. Donna felt her eyes fill with tears too. "It is normal to feel emotional at special times like this, Sweet Junie. We expect your tears. We treasure them." 

"Sweet Junie, as a demonstration of your obedience and understanding of your role as our possession, our servant, our lover, our child, I want you to enter into this house on your knees, naked and humble."

Donna opened the doors and both Bob and Donna walked in and stood in a wide sunlit room. "Come to us, Junie. Come to us on your knees."

Junie carefully crept toward them, slowly taking tiny steps on her knees, never taking her eyes off their faces. Once she was at their feet, she carefully clasped her hands behind her back and waited. Again it was Donna who spoke. "Junie, I want you to kiss Bob's foot. Ask him to consent to be your Master. Promise to respect and obey him in all things."

Junie leaned down and pressed her lips to the toe of Bob's suede hiking boot. "Please, Master Bob, please accept me as your submissive. I swear to respect and obey you in all things." Bob crouched down and gently stroked Junie's hair away from her face. He pressed his lips to her forehead. "For the next five days I accept your obedience and service. Now I want you to do the same for your Mistress."

Junie turned and fervently pressed her lips to Donna's bare toes between the straps of her sandals. "Please, Mistress Donna, I beg you to accept me as your submissive. I promise to respect and obey you in all things."

Donna reached down and put her hand under Junie's chin, lifting her up. "Stand up, Junie." Once Junie was on her feet she pressed her lips to Junie's lips. "For the next five days I accept your gift of yourself. I accept your body. I accept your obedience. I promise to teach and care for you. I promise to push you and demand from you only the best you have to give."

A soft sob burst from Junie's lips. Her face was wet with tears. Donna could no longer control her tears. She inhaled a shaky sigh and pulled Junie to her chest. Bob moved to them and wrapped his arms around both women. His voice was soft and deep, rich with emotion. "Go ahead and cry, my sweet girls."

All three held tightly to each other and swayed with the strength of the emotions sweeping through them. As Junie's sobs calmed she became very aware of her naked skin pressing against the bodies holding and sheltering her. She could feel Bob's hand, warm and strong, stroking her back and bottom. Her nipples were hard and erect, pressing against Donna. She sighed and gave a little shiver of excitement, her body sensually squirmed. A soft little whimper of need trembled up from her center. 

Bob made a deep growling sound in his chest. "Our new girl is very responsive. Should we reward her for her gift to us?"

Donna traced her finger over Junie's lips. "Yes, yes we should. Come, Sweet Junie. Come give yourself to us. I promise to keep you safe." She took Junie's hand and led her toward the back of the house and into their bedroom.

"Undress us, Junie. Always undress Bob first. Always serve him first." Bob sat on the edge of the bed. Junie knelt and began to unlace his boots, she pulled them off and spying a rack of shoes in a closet scampered to put them away where they clearly belonged. Donna laughed. "She already knows that you want your things kept neat."

His voice was warm and relaxed. "A girl after my heart. You watch out, Donna, it took you decades to learn to put my boots away right." Junie took a tiny second to scan the closet, shirts and Levis were hung up on wooden hangers. A bureau stood in one corner. She knew it would contain the same order. There was a laundry hamper in one corner. 

Returning to Bob she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. As she pulled the shirt from his shoulders, he reached out and cupped her heavy breasts. Junie's voice trembled and jerked. "Would Sir wish me to hang these clothes or place them in the hamper?" 

Bob was clearly enjoying this. He had a happy grin on his face. "Fold them and place them on the chair next to the closet. I will probably put them on again later today." As she folded the shirt he rolled her nipple between his fingers. 

"Yes, Sir." Junie's face was flushed and her breathing was shaky.

Bob stood so she could pull his Levi's down. As his erection bobbed free from his boxers, Junie froze suddenly mesmerized by the swaying cock inches from her face. "Oh, Sir." One of her hands started to reach to touch of its own volition. She unconsciously licked her lips. Donna could not help but laugh. Junie suddenly became aware of her duties and busied herself pulling his pants off the rest of the way.

Donna was lying on the bed and Junie had to crawl up to undress her. Bob followed her up onto the bed, his hands still curious and exploring her breasts. Junie began to unbutton Donna's blouse and pulled it from her shoulders. As the fabric slid from Donna's shoulders, her small breasts bounced and jiggled on her chest. Her tiny pink nipples were tight and erect. When Junie turned to move off the bed to put away the blouse, Donna stopped her. "Throw them on the floor. Put them away later."

Donna lifted her hips as Junie slid her khaki shorts down her long freckled legs. As she put her trembling hands on the red lace underwear, Bob spoke up. "Stop, leave those." His hands on her became more urgent and directive. "Lay down on your back, Junie. Lay down in the middle of this big bed. Let your Master and Mistress explore this body you have given to us."

As Junie lay back, Donna took her hands and lay them up over her head. "Keep your hands here like this, Junie. Lie still and let us touch you. I want you to use your voice. Tell us what is good, what you like. I want to hear your ecstasy. If anything is not good or feels wrong, I absolutely require you to say so. You have my permission to come as often as you want. Remember your safe words, red for stop, yellow for wait."

Junie stretched her arms up and finding a pillow gripped it in her fingers. "Yes, Ma'am. I understand. It has been a long time since anyone has touched me. It will be hard to be still."

"And yet I require it. Just relax. Feel the feelings. Use your voice, whimper for us, moan for us, and scream for us. Tell us how good it feels. Beg for more."

"Oh god, Ma'am. Kiss me. Please, please kiss me."

Junie's lips quivered under Donna's. This time the kiss was still soft but deeper, demanding. Donna's small, sharp teeth nipped and pulled at Junie's lower lip. Junie could feel Bob's mouth pull a nipple deep into his mouth and he lifted up the whole weight of her breast, tugging and stretching her deliciously. A soft, high pitched squeal broke from Junie's lips. Donna whispered into her mouth, "Yes, yes like that. Squeal, scream for us, Junie." As Bob's teeth slowly pressed down on her nipple, Junie let out a long keening moan, her back arching and pressing up wanting more. Donna put a strong hand on her shoulder pressing her back down. "Remember; lay still. Use your words. Tell us."

Junie lay back and gasped out. "Feels so good. More, want more, harder. Yes, that." Her voice shook and vibrated as Donna took her other breast and began to knead and nurse at her. "Oh fuck yes. Oh my god, that's so good." Bobs hand was stroking down lightly trailing across her belly teasingly close to her mound. As his fingertips stroked her thighs, Bob told her "Spread your legs, Junie. Show us your pretty cunt." Junie's legs opened, her knees bending, tipping her hips up, exposing her wet and shining folds. Her thighs were slick with spilled juices. "Good girl. Yes, just like that."

Bob knelt over her and took her lips in his. Her soft cries and moans were muffled as he plundered her mouth. His lips were hard and forceful, pushing her mouth wide, trapping her head between his hands. He rubbed fingers across her face and then pushed two of them deep into her mouth. "Suck them." Junie wrapped her lips around the digits and sucked rhythmically, whimpering softly as Donna bit and tugged relentlessly at her breasts. Bob pulled his fingers from her mouth and Junie gasped, her breathing ragged and deep. Her heavy breasts heaved on her chest. Her whole body quivered and strained in her effort to be still.

Bob stretched his length along her side and watched Junie's face closely. Infinitely slowly, he slid his hand down her belly, lightly trailing his fingertips across her swollen and shining wet folds. Junie's hips jerked and then froze as she struggled to hold still. Bob watched her face; her eyes were clenched closed, her eyebrows frowning in intense concentration. Her mouth open, her lips stretched into a frozen circle of anticipation. He continued his feather light touches. Junie's frown deepened and she opened her eyes. She turned to him, her eyes pleading. Her voice vibrated with panicked need, she groaned out. "Please, Sir. I need it hard. Touch me hard."

Bob slid two fingers fast and hard into her, forcing them deep, twisting and curling them deep into her. Junie squealed and cried out. "Fuck yes. Like that." Deep tremors of building tension shook her. Donna turned her head to watch as Bob pushed his fingers into Junie, fucking her hard with his fingers. She moved up and whispered in Junie's ear. "Sweet Junie, now move your hips, fuck his fingers, wiggle that pretty horny cunt of yours. Show me how much you want it." Junie groaned as she let loose of the tension holding her body still, a deep undulating surge rocked her hips. Bob slid down and watched her cunt lunging at his hand. He let her fuck herself, just rotating and twisting his fingers as she lunged against his hand. Donna took Junie's hand and brought it to her cunt. "Touch yourself, Junie. Show me how you like to be touched." Donna watched, her eyes only inches away as Junie began to rub across her clit; hard, fast, little circles.

Junie began to mutter and then shout, "Fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Oh god!" Her whole body lifted off the mattress in a quivering arch as she shuddered through her climax, beyond words, her moans dwindled into a series of strangled grunts. As she sagged back to the bed, Bob continued slowly, gently sliding his fingers in and out. Junie's hips flexed and moved with him, soft sighs and whimpers still welling up. 

Donna hugged her and whispered, "Beautiful. Just beautiful." She softly kissed Junie's slack and trembling lips. "Bob, let's switch places. I want to see my girl's flower." Bob eased his hand from Junie.

As Donna slid between Junie's quivering thighs, she took Junie's damp fingers and gently licked and sucked them clean. "You taste so good, Sweet Junie." Donna began to softly lap the spilled juices off Junie's thighs and lips, making soft hungry purrs.

Junie softly touched Donna's head, her fingers tentative and curious. Junie laid still and trembling, soft spasms making her whole body flinch and tremble. Donna lifted her head and looked up at Junie. Their eyes met and Donna licked her lips and winked. "Good, keep your hand on my head, use both hands if you want. Go ahead and guide me. Tell me with your words and sounds how you are feeling."

Junie's voice was hoarse and foggy with lust. "Oh yes, Ma'am."

Donna spread Junie's cunt lips wide and blew gently across the moist fragrant flesh. She felt Junie's fingers tense and relax, almost involuntarily. She began to lick in long smooth strokes around Junie's thighs and outer lips, placing long, deep kisses to her flesh, sucking and biting at her outer labia. Junie squealed and jerked under her lips, her fingers in Donna's hair trembling with each new sensation. 

When Donna slowly sucked Junie's inner labia into her mouth and began to pull and nibble on them, Junie's hips lifted from the mattress and her hands spasmed pushing Donna's face against her, pushing her clit against Donna's mouth. Junie gasped out. "Oh nice, nice, nice." 

Donna felt Bob's hands on her hips, lifting her up, moving her knees under her, raising her ass up for him. She could feel his fingers toying with the waistband of her red lace panties, she gasped and moaned against Junie's cunt as he pulled the fabric tight against her cunt and rubbed it back and forth across her soaking cunt. 

Sliding the panties to one side, Bob slid his cock into Donna and lunged deep into her. He leaned over her back and, holding still, he growled into her ear, "I like this, fucking you, looking deep into Junie's big brown eyes as you drive her crazy with your mouth. Yes, Junie, keep looking at me while I fuck your Mistress." He began to slowly sensually grind his cock deep in Donna's cunt. 

Donna sucked on Junie's tender flesh, slowly pulling her clit into her mouth and trapping it between her teeth, her tongue flicking, whipping the hard nubbin. Junie began to babble, "Oh god. Oh, Ma'am. Oh yes, yes, yes." Bob began to thrust long slow deep thrusts, holding tight to Donna's hips, still looking down at Junie's face. "Good, Junie, scream for Donna. Give us your ecstasy." Junie let go of Donna's head with one of her hands and grabbed one of her large nipples and crushed it, twisting and pulling as she cried out with her climax. Donna did not relent, she slid her fingers deep into Junie and, turning and wiggling her fingers, continued to suck and bite at Junie's clit. Junie's scream strangled and burst out louder, her hips thrashing and convulsing.




Joining the Circle Ch. 03



Northwest Hunters: Book One, Joining the Circle

Chapter 3: Settling in.

As Junie walked out to the front of the house, she looked around and really took in the space for the first time. Wide picture windows spanned the front of the whole house. The whole front of the house was open, with a couch and pair of matching chairs arranged around a fireplace on one side. Smooth stone floors and handcrafted furniture made the space warm and inviting. A bar with stools separated the large kitchen on the other side. Junie ran her hand along the top of the beautiful dining room table. Bob pointed toward a doorway leading off the kitchen, "There is a pantry on that side, and the office is over there." He pointed toward the living room side. "It is a nice space, Sir. It is inviting. I need my bag from the car. What I want to change into is in it. Is it okay to go out naked?"

"Sure it's fine to run around naked. No one has a place on the opposite side of the lake. It's all national forest over there. We run around naked all the time. Sometimes there will be someone in a boat, but Donna just waves." Junie giggled and headed out the door. Bob called after her, "Remember don't let the dogs push you around. The sooner they accept you as boss, the better they will behave around you."

"Yes, Sir."

All four dogs were draped around on the front deck. They jumped up and came to meet her, but Junie ignored them and walked briskly to the garage. Bump tried to pull his rude dog greeting again, but Junie barked "Bump, no!" and shoved his big head away. As she did that, all four dogs backed up a few steps and let her by. 

On the way back she grabbed her clothes off the chair on the deck. "Where is my room, Sir?" "I guess we will put you in the guest room for now, but later we will show you the space we were thinking about converting into a suite for you." He led her to a small room that held a double bed, a chest of drawers and a desk.

Junie quickly changed into a clean pair of pink panties and a matching bra. Pulling on a soft knit pair of shorts and matching tank top, she padded out into the front of the house in her bare feet. 

Junie paused and looked around the kitchen grinning in delight. "Oh Sir, I feel like a girl in a candy store. I could make anything in this kitchen." She washed her hands and began to explore, making happy coos and giggles of happiness. She noted that there was a glaring lack of prepared food. She absolutely crowed with delight when she opened the door to the pantry. Neatly arranged and labeled, most of the food was purchased in bulk and stored in glass containers. Junie turned to Bob who had been watching her indulgently. "Sir, would I be far wrong if I guessed that this is all organic?"

Bob nodded, "We try to buy locally grown and organic as much as possible. It's all part of treating our mother with respect."

"Were you and Donna ever vegetarians, Sir?" Bob laughed and shook his head. "We tried it for a while but it drove me crazy. I started dreaming about steak and bacon. We try to avoid beef and pork, and buy organic. We eat a lot of venison. I liberate a deer now and then that becomes a little too in love with my garden. I have to confess a weakness for bacon."

"Liberate, Sir?"

"I... um... I free its spirit to move on to a higher plane?" Bob had an impish grin on his face. "Just don't tell the game warden."

Junie giggled, "Your secret is safe with me. What is the plan for dinner?"

"Plan? There is a package of venison steak thawed out. Donna may have had something planned but I would like to let her sleep."

"I will figure something out, Sir."

"That's what I was depending on."

"Sir, did I see rhubarb in the garden? I could make a crunch for dessert." "You did. How about I go pick something to make a salad with and get some rhubarb for you."

"That would be awesome, Sir. I would like some chives and basil too, if you could please, Sir." Junie stopped and put her hand over her mouth. "What's the matter, Junie?"

"Am I being too bossy?"

Bob laughed. "No not too bossy. I did offer to do it. Don't worry if you get too bossy, I will paddle your bouncy butt."

Junie froze and then gave Bob a grin. "I think I will look forward to that, Sir."

"Flirt."

Junie opened the refrigerator and exclaimed with delight. A bowl of morel mushrooms sat right on the top shelf right next to the package of venison. Putting on some brown rice to steam, she quickly cut the venison into bite sized chunks and put it to marinate with a little dry wine and olive oil. The chives and basil went in as soon as Bob brought them in. Bob sat at the kitchen bar and watched happily as Junie cooked. "I don't get to cook with wild mushrooms very often. Did you pick them, Sir?"

"It was a lucky find on one of the walks with the dogs, a gift from the earth."

She quickly put together a fast crunch topping with oatmeal, honey, whole wheat flour and spices. She diced up the rhubarb and poured the topping over them. She slipped it in the oven. There was no ice cream or whipping cream, so she made a quick recipe of custard to pour over the crunch. All it took was a quick rinse to make a quick salad of spring greens. 

"What time do you want dinner served, Sir?"

Bob looked at his watch. "Let's let Donna sleep another half hour and plan on eating a little while after she wakes up."

"That would give me time to take a quick shower, Sir, if that would be okay."

"Perfectly okay, perhaps I might join you."

Junie flashed her eyes up at him and dimpled up. "How could I refuse? My Master's wishes are my commands." 

"You are a tempting appetizer but on second thought, I will take the dogs out for a quick walk and feed them their dinner."

Junie put on a silly pout, sticking out her lower lip, "As you wish, Master."

Bob arched a brow. "You really are a flirt. Go take your shower." He gave her a firm swat on the bottom.

Junie yelped and giggled, heading off to her room, her hand rubbing her stinging butt. She quickly showered and washed her hair. Pulling her yellow dress back over her head she headed back into the kitchen. 

She put the morel mushrooms to sauté in butter and olive oil and set the table with the pretty handmade stoneware she found in the sideboard. Finding a vase she went out into the garden and picked a handful of Nasturtiums and made a simple arrangement. When the mushrooms were done she pulled them from the oil and butter and arranged them on a platter. The rhubarb crunch was done and she turned off the heat and let it stay in the oven to keep warm.

Bob came in and smiled. "Things look nice. You look pretty." He walked up and pulled her into his arms and rubbed his face into her damp hair and then leaned down and kissed her neck. "I like how you fit right in around here. You take pride in what you do. Dinner smells delicious."

Junie snuggled up close to him, "Thank you, Sir. I hope it tastes as good as it smells."

"I am sure it will. Let's go wake up Donna."

Donna had curled up into a little ball under the blanket. Bob had a soft look on his face. "She always curls up like that, like a puppy." He gently stroked Donna's hair out of her face and called her name.

Donna blinked and stretched; a happy smile lit up her face. "Oh, I feel so good. That was just the right nap. Not too long. Something smells good, cinnamon?"

Bob spoke up. "Junie has been busy. She is a whirlwind of creativity in the kitchen. She even made dessert." He pulled the blanket off her and pulled her out of bed. "Get up sleepy head and get ready for dinner."

"Sounds wonderful."

Junie looked toward the other room, "If it would be permitted, I will go finish up in the kitchen while you get ready, Ma'am. All I have left is to cook the venison and put the food on the table."

"Go on then."

Junie quickly seared the venison in the oil left from the mushrooms, careful to not overcook the lean meat and then added the mushrooms at the last minute. She made a bed of the brown rice and served the venison and morel mushrooms with the butter sauce over the top. She quickly pinched a couple of the nasturtium blossoms for garnishes and sprinkled some chopped chives over the top. 

Dinner was a huge success. Donna raved about the mushrooms and venison. "I have trouble keeping the venison moist like this. You are a better cook than I am."

"Thank you, Ma'am. I love cooking. I read cookbooks a lot and I love to eat. I am just happy to have people to cook for." "Well I am guessing you will be doing a lot of the cooking around here."

"That would make me a very happy girl, Ma'am."

"I plan on keeping you a very happy girl."

Junie swallowed and nodded. Her eyes suddenly grew big and solemn. "Would you like dessert now..." She paused and stumbled over the words, "...Sir and Ma'am." She giggled a nervous sound. "It is hard to talk to you both and say both words. I guess I will get used to it."

"It all will take some getting used to. I do want you to continue to use Sir and Ma'am when you speak to us. It is a good habit."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I think we will take a walk. We will eat dessert later."

Junie picked up the plates and began put them in the dishwasher. Donna stood impatiently at the door. "Leave that. It will be dark soon."

Junie hesitated, frowning at the kitchen for a second. She sighed and turned to follow Donna and Bob. It was hard to walk away and leave the kitchen a mess. "I should really stay and clean this up, Ma'am."

Donna's voice was instantly cool and crisp. "Junie, I said leave that." She turned and headed out the door.

Junie flinched and spoke up, "Yes, Ma'am. Sorry, Ma'am." She trotted to catch up with Donna and Bob as they headed toward the driveway. They took long brisk strides and Junie had to hurry to keep up. 

As they got onto the driveway, Junie became painfully aware she was bare footed. The gravel of the driveway stabbed into the soft bottoms of her feet. She was not used to going without shoes, she limped as quickly as she could, regretting her distraction and hurry to obey, that had her forget her sandals. She did not say anything and tried to keep the expressions of pain her face. She could sense Donna's impatience.

Both Bob and Donna walked quickly, hand in hand, their long legs swinging briskly as they walked down the long driveway. Junie had to almost trot to keep up with them, forcing herself to ignore the pain in her feet. It was a warm late spring evening; the first stars were just starting to show in the fading sky. Deep between the tall firs and cedars it was already pitch black. After what seemed an infinity of walking on knives, Bob and Donna stopped and waited for Junie to catch up. Donna spoke, her voice still held that crisp cool tone, "Junie, when I tell you to stop doing something, trust it is because I have a good reason. Do not try to dissuade me."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Your hesitation, your reluctance to obey immediately resulted in your forgetting to wear shoes. It appears you have suffered a pretty natural consequence."

Junie's lips turned down and she agreed sadly. "Yes, Ma'am." 

"There is a trail into the woods here. Bob and I know it by heart but it will be too dark for you to see. We will help you but you must relax and let us guide you."

Junie peered into the darkness, "Yes, Ma'am."

"This will help you." Donna reached into her pocket and pulled out a blindfold and covered Junie's eyes. "You won't be trying to see with your eyes. I don't need to tell you to leave it there."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Junie gulped and nodded, suddenly enveloped in total blackness, she realized how much she had been able to see in the starlight. She felt Bob take her hand and Donna's hands on her shoulders. Bob spoke for the first time. "Just follow me. It's not too far. If there is anything to step over I will tell you. Trust us. We won't let you fall."

Junie felt herself led off the gravel and onto the cool smooth pine needles and leaves of the forest. Her sore feet could sense the textures of moss and small branches, her ears could almost hear the echo of her heartbeat reflecting from the tall trees. On two occasions Bob helped her step over logs, his soft murmurs loud in the silent forest. It had not seemed like a long distance, maybe a hundred yards when Bob brought her to a stop. "Just stand there, Junie. I am going to take your dress off." She felt his hands pull the dress over her head and then he unclasped her bra and removed it. Last he eased her panties down and helped her balance as she lifted her feet out of them. "Good girl." He took her hands again. "Carefully step backwards until you feel something against the back of your legs." He eased her back until she felt a firm cool ledge pressing against the back of her thighs. "That's right. I want you to lay back. Donna and I will help you slide back and lay down." She could feel their hands easing her up and onto a wide flat surface. It felt cool and damp against her skin. "Don't move, and for now I want you to not speak."

Junie heard the soft scraping strike of a match and smelled the scent of burning wax. Listening carefully she could hear the sounds of Bob and Donna moving around her.

Donna placed Junie's hands crossed across her chest and spread her legs a few inches apart. She smoothed her hair out, her hand lingering gently, almost lovingly on Junie's face. "I am glad you bathed, it is good to come here bare of the artifice of makeup. I am going to remove the blindfold but I want you to stay still." Junie felt the blindfold slip from her eyes and she blinked, the half dozen thick white candles surrounding her seeming almost blindingly bright. She could see Bob standing at her feet and could sense Donna at her head.

Bob began to speak, his voice soft and normal, "I want to introduce a friend to you. She is Junie. She has promised herself to us. If she proves worthy she will become one of our circle." Junie tried to look around to see who he was talking to, but as far as she could tell it was only Bob and Donna there with her. "We beseech you to lend your strength and patience to her spirit, calm her heart, teach her acceptance, and give to her your pride of self and eternal wisdom." He placed his hands on the surface of the wood she was on. "Thank you for your gifts and your love. We exist to serve and protect." Bob smiled down at Junie's big eyes, "That's all. I just wanted to introduce you to my friends, the trees." He held out his hand. "Sit up, Sweet Junie. Let's get you dressed and go home now."

Donna stroked her face. "You did well, daughter. Bob loves his rituals."

Junie sat up, she looked down and realized she was on a carefully smoothed off top of a huge tree stump. It was easily six feet across. Bob was picking up the candles and blowing them out one at a time. He left one burning and helped Junie down from the altar formed from the base a huge tree. Once she was on the ground, Junie turned and placed her hands on the remains of a huge tree. She looked up at Bob with awe. 

"This one's spirit moved on long ago, Sweet Junie. It is a lesson that our bodies are mortal but our spirits are eternal." He took her hand and, picking up the last candle, he led her to a small cedar sapling. "Perhaps he lives on here or perhaps here." Bob touched Junie's forehead, a gesture of love and reverence. 

Bob kept the last candle burning as they walked through the woods. They made their way back to the road and when they were once more back on the cruel rocks, he blew the candle out. "Wait a few seconds. Your eyes will adjust and you will be able to see the road." Soon the road began to show, a river of silver gray between the deeper darkness of the trees. Bob and Donna set off. Junie clenched her jaw and trotted off after them, turning her mind away from the cruel stones as they stabbed and cut at her feet.

Junie sighed in relief when they reached the house and she could step onto the cool grass. Her feet really hurt from walking on the sharp gravel of the driveway. She thought to herself that she hoped that she would never have to do that again. She grimaced. She knew herself well enough to know it would never be easy to walk away from an unfinished task. Already her fingers were itching to finish up cleaning in the kitchen. 

She obediently followed Bob and Donna up to the house. As they walked into the house she could not help but take a step toward the kitchen. She stopped herself, a quiet thought bringing her to a halt. Bob had mentioned calm, patience, and acceptance. All qualities she knew she needed. "Ma'am, what is your desire for me now?"

"What would you like to do, Junie?"

"I would like to finish cleaning in the kitchen, Ma'am."

"And if I told you 'no'?" Junie's eyes flashed to Donna's face, a pang of discomfort and alarm making her lips tremble. "I would obey." Her voice shook.

Donna raised a brow, her eyes measuring Junie's anxiety. "I am learning about you, Sweet Junie. I am learning what makes you tick. Do not panic. I will let you finish your cleaning, but first I want you to sit and let me look at your feet. Are you injured?"

Junie sat and pulled up one of her feet to look at the bottom. They were dirty and stained with green grass stains. "I don't know. They do hurt, Ma'am."

"Go and wash them with soap and water. Scrub them good. Then come back and show me."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Bob headed back out. "You girls have fun. I am going to let the dogs in and then I am going online to check on some stocks and email."

The hot water and soap felt soothing but she found two small cuts that stung as she scrubbed. She came back into the front room and sat on a chair and held her feet up for inspection. "There are a couple of little cuts, Ma'am. They are not bleeding."

"Show me. Sit on the floor and put your feet in my lap." Donna had a small first aid kit on the table. Sitting at her feet, Junie lifted her feet into Donna's lap. "Good girl. This will sting." Donna opened a small envelope and took out a disposable alcohol swab. She rubbed the cuts, cleaning them thoroughly. The cuts stung, but worse was the ticklish feeling of having Donna's hands on her feet. Junie pressed her lips together, forcing herself to breathe slowly through her nose. Her legs trembled but she managed to hold her feet still.

Donna looked at her puzzled. "It can't hurt that bad."

Junie gritted her teeth, and gasped out. "Not hurt, Ma'am, tickles."

Donna arched an eyebrow. "Ticklish?" She ran a nail up the center of one of Junie's feet. It was more than Junie could bear, her whole body convulsed and she jerked her foot away. She instantly put it back.

"I am sorry, Ma'am. I don't know if I can keep still if you tickle me."

"And if I told you to?"

"I will do my best to obey, Ma'am." Junie's eyes looked panicked.

Donna laughed, "I am so going to love tormenting you, Sweet Junie." Junie swallowed, "Yes, Ma'am."

Donna quickly put band aids over the little cuts. "Go finish up in the kitchen. Dish up two small servings of the crunch. Bob isn't much of a one for desserts."

"Yes, Ma'am."

As Junie finished cleaning up in the kitchen, Donna brewed a small pot of coffee. "Take a cup to Bob in the office and come back. He likes it black."

"Yes, Ma'am." Junie carried the cup into Bob. "Mistress Donna said to bring you this, Sir."

Bob looked up from the screen, "Oh nice. Thank you. Tell Donna I will be done with this soon. I am just checking on some investments before the exchange closes."

"Yes, Sir."

Donna was waiting at the table when she came back. "How do you like your coffee, Junie?"

"Black will be fine Ma'am, but just a half a cup please. Master Bob says he will be done soon."

Junie was putting the bowls and her coffee cup into the dishwasher and turning it on when Bob wandered into the kitchen. He put his arm around Donna and asked, "How was the crunch?"




Joining the Circle Ch. 03



Donna leaned into him, "Very good. Not too sweet at all and the custard was delicious. You missed out."

"Perhaps, but I wasn't in the mood for dessert tonight." His smile turned feral. "Let's show Junie the basement."

Donna drained the last swallow from her coffee cup and licked her lips. "Yes, let's. Come, Junie, we haven't shown you the rest of the house."

The stairs leading down to the basement were narrow and turned twice. Donna commented, "If Bob had made one more bend in this stair it would have had to be a spiral." The basement was largely unfinished. The walls were undressed natural stone, the floor smooth cool slate tiles. Heavy beams held up the ceiling. Junie could see a set of stairs leading down to the access door from the outside and a wall with two doors in it on the far side. A large fireplace dominated one wall. Junie barely noticed these things; her eyes were locked on the furnishings. Ropes and pulleys hung from the rafters. A heavy hand hewn X-shaped frame was placed in front of the fire place. A straight backed wooden chair and a padded saw horse looking thing stood next to a rack holding a row of floggers, crops and paddles. A narrow almost prison looking cot was pushed into one corner. Handcuffs dangled ominously from its corners. Bob and Donna stood watching Junie as she stood frozen, her eyes scanned back and forth. Junie swallowed convulsively and turned her eyes back at them. Donna reached a gentle hand and stroked Junie's face. "Only what you want. We have told you that this is what we want. I hope we want the same things."

Junie had to swallow again. "I want to try, Ma'am." A tiny giggle of nervousness bubbled up, almost a whimper. She choked it down, catching it in her throat, taking a long shuddering breath. "I am afraid though."

Donna lifted her chin and looked deep into her brown eyes. "Of course you are afraid. This is a scary looking place. But you are curious, too. You want to find out about this. You want to know if the feelings you have, these cravings you feel, if your darkest fantasies are what you truly want."

Junie gazed mesmerized into Donna's hazel eyes. She nodded mutely.

Donna took Junie's hand and led her into the room. Her voice was penetrating hypnotic, "Look, Junie. I know you think about being tied. I know you wonder what it would be like to be spanked, whipped, tested to your limit and then beyond. I want to do that for you." 

Donna took Junie's hand and ran her fingers over the beams of the cross. "You know what this is."

Junie nodded, "I think so Ma'am. It's what they call a St. Andrew's cross? I have seen pictures on the internet."

Donna pressed her body against Junie's back forcing her to press her body against the wood. Taking both Junie's hands in hers she lifted and spread them, holding them up against the wood. "Spread your legs Junie; spread them as wide as mine." Donna's legs were spread wide. Junie struggled to match her stance, but Donna's legs were much longer than hers. Junie realized she was breathing in short gasps, she could feel the wood pressing against her, the middle of the X pressed into her just under chest, her breasts were crushed against the wood. The muscles of her inner thighs quivered with the tension of being spread wide. She was intensely aware of Donna's body pressing against her, trapping and sheltering her. 

Bob moved around them and she realized he was measuring her. Measuring how high up her hands could reach and how wide her legs were spread. She met his eyes as he moved around the back side of the cross. He grinned and winked. "Do not look so frightened, Sweet Junie. You know this is what you want."

Junie took a deep shaky breath. "Yes Sir." She tried to smile.

Donna eased up on her pressure and let Junie's arms down. She murmured into Junie's ear, "Good girl. Go ahead and move your feet back together now." She softly kissed the curve of Junie's neck. 

Bob continued. "This is just a look round and a chance for me to get some measurements. I built these things with Donna in mind and she is about six inches taller than you." He looked at Donna. "I want to see how she fits on the bed. I am going to need to modify some handcuffs or maybe add a length of chain."

Donna kissed Junie's neck again and whispered. "You heard your Master. Get on the bed and lay on your back." She moved away, freeing Junie, urging her toward the narrow cot. As Junie crawled up onto the thin mattress she realized it was covered in plastic and under it was a solid base. It was like lying on a thinly upholstered table. Bob pulled her arms up over her head, "Scoot up Junie, scoot up until your hands are at the top corners." He took each of the handcuffs and snapped them around her wrists. Junie felt the prickle of goose flesh spread down her arms as the cold metal touched skin. 

Bob moved to the foot of the bed and grasping her ankles pulled her down until her arms were stretched, the metal from the cuffs just starting to press into her flesh. Her dress was pulled up to her hips. Again he measured. Donna sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Junie's arms, looking down at her face. "You look so sweet and vulnerable right now. How are you feeling?" Junie gazed up into her Mistress's eyes. Her voice was breathless and quivering. "My heart is racing, Ma'am. I... um... feel scared and... um... very excited." 

"Excited? Tell me about that."

"My thoughts are racing, Ma'am. I keep wondering what will happen next, what you are going to do to me. My... my skin feels tingly, all pins and needles. My pussy is hot and wet, every time you touch me it clenches. I keep wishing you would kiss me."

Donna leaned down, her lips hovering above Junie's. She breathed softly, "Nice. You excite me too, Sweet Junie. My thoughts are racing too. There are so many things I want to do to you. It is difficult to make up my mind. Each thought leads to a dozen more. We will have so much fun together. My pussy is just as hot and wet as yours." Junie whimpered and raised her face up but Donna barely let their lips brush against hers and pulled away. Bob unlocked the handcuffs and ordered, "Turn over on your belly and put your hands back up to the corners, Junie." He refastened the cuffs. This time he did not pull her legs down, instead he lifted up her hips, "Up on your knees, raise your ass up high for me. Spread your knees wider." Again he measured, "You are doing great." He slid his hand over her bottom, pushing her dress up to her waist, toying with the waistband of her panties. He murmured, "Very pretty. Very, very sexy." His fingers lightly stroked across the saturated cloth between her legs. A quiver of excitement shot through Junie's frame. Bob chuckled, moved up and freed her hands. "We are not quite done here. Come to the foot of the bed and stand with your feet apart." Junie felt oddly disoriented and almost like a sleep walker. She let him help her up and guide her to where he wanted her. Bob pushed her feet apart and then holding to her waist he pushed her face down to the cot. "Keep your legs straight and bend at the waist. Yes like that. Keep your back arched. Show off that beautiful ass." 

Again he pushed her dress up, his hands caressing her ass. Slowly he slid her panties down, just past the full curve of her round cheeks. He gripped them in his hands, digging his fingers into her orbs, squeezing and pulling them apart. Junie could feel the cool air on her moist folds as he exposed her. He pulled harder and Junie felt his thumbs spreading, opening her puckered brown star. She breathed through her open mouth, forcing herself to relax. Bob's voice was a deep growl. "Very, very pretty." He let go of her and slowly stroked his hands across her wide fleshy bottom. "Pretty and oh so spankable. You want me to spank you don't you Junie."

Junie's voice wavered, almost a whisper, "Yes, yes Sir. I want that."

Donna moved up to lie next to Junie's head where it rested on the bed. Her face inches from Junie's. "Let me hold your hands and look into your eyes. Let me share this with you." Junie gripped Donna's hands and found herself sinking into Donna's eyes once more. 

Bob spoke softly, his hand still moving in warm soothing circles across her skin. "This is about learning Junie. We will start light and work our way up. I absolutely require you to tell me if things get too hard."

"Yes Sir."

The first swats were light and barely stung. Bob kept a steady rhythm of swat, caress, and swat again, carefully covering the whole area of Junie's bottom. Keeping up the same predictable pace, he began to increase the force of each blow. Junie began to blink and gasp with the stinging blows. Bob praised, "You are doing a good job standing still, Junie. Your bottom jiggles very nicely and your skin seems so eager to turn pink for me."

Soon the sounds of his hand striking her flesh were loud pops, each one forcing a soft yelp from Junie. Donna's eyes were intense and fascinated; she began to lightly kiss Junie's panting lips in between each blow. "You are doing good Junie. We are very pleased with you." It seemed to Junie that the sound of his hand was echoing through her mind. A loud crack and then a heartbeat later a searing pain would cut through her conscience. She found she was tensing in anticipation, rising up on her toes, her ass cheeks clenched.

Bob stopped and began to gently stroke her stinging bottom. "Junie I want you to stop anticipating. I want you to keep your bottom relaxed and soft." Junie's voice was hoarse with unshed tears. "Yes Sir." She forced herself to relax, breathing deeply through her open mouth. "Good girl. I will wait until you are relaxed each time. This is where we all learn about what you are capable of."

Donna continued to kiss Junie's face, whispering, "So good, such a good girl. I am so proud of you."

This time the force of the blow lifted Junie right up onto her toes and she wailed and then for the first time sobbed. Donna whispered, "Good girl, give me your tears." Her tongue was soft and warm, licking up the salty drops from Junie's cheeks. 

Bob spoke, "Okay, Junie, we are almost done, only ten more just like that. Relax, good girl." 

Donna whispered. "Count with me, Junie."

Somehow the knowledge that there was an end in sight made the last ten blows bearable. Junie sobbed and choked as she counted with Donna. After the last one Bob continued to stroke and caress Junie's bottom. His touch moved to her thighs, slipping through the moisture that had spilled down her legs. "You are very wet, Junie. This is very erotic for you isn't it?" His fingers moved up and slid into her. A whimpering sob bubbled up, "Yes, oh god, yes."

"You want me to fuck you don't you, Junie?" His fingers were lunging deep into her, his thumb strongly rubbing her clit. "Yes, yes fuck me. Please, please fuck me." Her words were a strangled groan. She could hear him putting on a condom and as he slid deep into her from behind, she felt herself stretch and accommodate him. "Oh Sir, it's been so long since I have had a cock in me. Oh god, that feels so good."

Bob growled and lunged against her, his fingers digging into her hips. She could feel him push against her still stinging throbbing bottom, his cock deep inside her, nudging the very deepest part of her with each thrust. Each plunge to her depths wrung a soft squeal from her lips. Donna took her mouth in hers, seeming to feed on Junie's cries of excitement. Junie felt her body tensing and could feel the sweet tight feeling building in her legs, her cunt tightening almost unbearably around Bob's cock. She pulled her lips from Donna's and whimpered. "I am going to come."

Donna spoke sharply. "Junie, fight it. Hold it off. It's time to learn to control it. Wait for permission."

Junie gasped and nodded, her hands clenching Donna's hands in desperation. Donna whispered, "Don't tighten up, Junie; try to relax. Breath through your mouth slow deep breaths, feel the orgasm building but don't let it go." She softly kissed Junie's cheeks and lips. "You look so fucking hot. Every time that big cock fucks into you, your whole face spasms with ecstasy, you mouth quivers, your pupils expand, and your sweet hot breath fills my mouth." 

Junie felt her whole body shaking with her impending explosion; deep warm tingles were crawling up her legs. Just when she thought she could not keep it at bay, Bob grunted and lunged deep, snarling, "Fucking come now, bitch. Come now!"

Junie tensed and arched, her whole body shuddering and jerking. A red light flashed and lit up her brain. Beyond words she groaned loud and deep into Donna's mouth. It seemed an eternity of soft spasms and sweet aftershocks with Bob gently easing himself slowly back and forth, savoring their finish, before she could find her words, "Oh my fucking god. Thank you. I have never in my life felt anything like that. Thank you, Sir." She kissed Donna reverently. "Thank you, Ma'am."

Bob pulled out and pulled her panties back up. "You are very welcome, little lady." He carefully removed the condom and sat on the bed next them. Junie instantly moved up to take him into her mouth, licking and sucking him clean. A soft happy moan bubbled up from her throat.

When she was satisfied that he was completely clean she sighed, "Thank you again, Sir, I like to do that."

Bob chuckled. "I am glad you like it. I have to admit, I fucking love it." Donna stroked her hair. "You were awesome, Sweet Junie. Your face is so expressive. You did a good job controlling your orgasm." "Thank you, Ma'am. But if Bob had not said for me to come when he did, I think I would have failed." Junie felt a wave of sleepiness. She stifled a yawn and then giggled. "I think you guys have about fucked me to sleep."

Donna smiled and kissed Junie on the forehead. "Let's get ready for bed. It's been a very long day."

All three snuggled up in the master bedroom, Bob in the middle, his arms around both Junie and Donna as they cuddled up on either side. He gloated, "I feel like a very lucky Master." Junie lay drifting, half awake, fighting off sleep for as long as possible, savoring the joy of being held, of actually, finally sleeping with someone again. Her heart swelled with love and happiness.

It was still dark when Junie woke. She was on her side; intensely aware of Bob spooned against her back, his arm around her, one of her breasts cupped in his hand, his fingers idly tugging at her nipple. She stretched and trembled, each tug making her cunt clench. She twisted in his arms, turning to face him. Her voice was soft whisper, "Good morning, Sir."

He put his fingers to her lips, hushing her. She gently untangled herself from his arms and eased herself out from under the covers and tiptoed to the bathroom. Bob was standing outside the door as she came out. He pushed her back in and followed her inside. His voice was soft as he leaned over the toilet, peeing with a relaxed matter of fact attitude that defused any shyness that Junie was feeling. "Good morning, Junie. Let's try and let Donna sleep. She is not such an early morning person." "What time is it, Sir?"

"It's a little after 5:00 am. Do you want to sleep some more?"

"Not really, Sir. I usually wake up around this time most mornings."

"Me too; let's go make a pot of coffee." Junie tiptoed into the guest room and pulled on her knit shorts, tank top, and almost as a second thought, her athletic shoes. Her feet were still sore from yesterday. She brushed her teeth and ran a quick comb through her hair.

Bob was in the kitchen, dressed in jeans and a khaki work shirt, grinding some coffee beans as she came in. Once the coffee was brewing, Bob invited her out to help feed the dogs. "It's something you will end up doing a lot so you might as well learn how to do it now."

Bob showed her where the food was and how to make the retrievers sit and wait. "Always feed Sunny first. He is boss dog. He would be very insulted if you fed anyone else before him. He would feel forced to bully them to put them in their place. Feed the girls next and Bump last." After they were done eating he let them out and they took them for a quick walk. "I have taught them to piss and shit out in the woods. Sunny will still mark some around the property, especially if one of the girls is in season, but other than that they are all pretty good about it. It saves on having to clean up after them. I think it helps keep the coyotes and bears off the property too." Together they walked back up to the house. Bob sat on the front porch with the dogs. "Bring us some coffee out here, Junie." When Junie brought the two steaming cups out, Bob was briskly brushing Sunny's coat out with a curry brush. Junie set the cup down next to him. "These guys shed more or less all year round. I try and keep on top of it or it gets to be a huge chore."

"They have beautiful coats." Junie sipped her coffee and gazed out over the lake. She was a little surprised when Honey quietly walked up and very gently pushed her nose under her hand, gazing up at her, clearly begging to be petted. Junie spoke softly to Honey, "Hey, pretty lady." She looked at Bob. "Is it okay to pet her, Sir?"

Bob looked up. He grinned. "That one is a pest sometimes. She loves attention. She is pregnant and I think the hormones make her even more demanding. Go ahead and pet her." Bob looked thoughtful and handed Junie the curry brush. "Better yet, go ahead and brush her coat. Tell her 'stand', she knows what that means. I will go get another brush from the garage. It will be nice to have someone to share this chore with."

Junie held the brush and told Honey to stand. Honey promptly stood up, her tail wagging softly, clearly happy to be brushed. When Bob came back with a second curry brush, Junie exclaimed, "She really likes being brushed, Sir." "Like I said, she loves attention. You could pull her ears and she would beg for more."

Junie continued to brush Honey, cooing to her. "Yes, you do. You love attention. I can tell. It's written all over your pretty doggy face and your soulful brown eyes. When I was pregnant I wanted more attention too. We brown eyed kids got to stick together."

Bob laughed out loud. "Brown eyed kids. I like that."

Junie giggled. "Should I call you Daddy, Sir?"

Bob's blue eyes sparkled. "You do love flirting with me. But no, I think we will save that for fun and games."

"Yes, Sir."

Junie patted Honey briskly. "You are all done, pretty momma. Let someone else have a turn." Bob was brushing Bump so Junie called to Maddy. Maddy stood and looked at Bob and then at Junie. Bob looked up. "That one is not so easy to make friends with. She is the most willful of the four. Just call her. Tell her to come. Don't ask her to."

This time Junie put a little more weight and edge to her voice. "Maddy come."

Again Maddy looked at Bob. Junie heard Bob growl under his breath. Maddy's ears and tail drooped and she slunk over to Junie. Junie stroked Maddy's head. "Don't be so stubborn. We are going to be great friends. You will see." Junie began to brush the soft smooth golden fur. When she was finished she lifted up Maddy's chin and looked deep into her eyes. "See that wasn't so bad."

"Could I refill your coffee cup, Sir?"

"That would be nice, but first take a cup into Donna. It's getting close to the time she usually wakes up."

"Yes, Sir." Picking up his cup she headed in. Carefully balancing a cup on a saucer she walked silently into the bedroom. She hesitated for a minute, unsure if she was supposed to wake up Donna or just leave the cup for her to find. She carefully put the coffee on the night stand and looked down at Donna sleeping, curled in her habitual little ball. Her long red hair had pulled loose from its usual braid and was tousled around her face. Junie sank down to her knees beside the bed and rested her chin on her arms, gazing into her Mistress's face. It was not long when Donna opened her eyes and smiled sleepily. "Hey there, Sweetie. What a nice thing to open my eyes to first thing in the morning. Give me a kiss, pretty girl."




Joining the Circle Ch. 03



Junie leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to Donna's. "Good Morning, Ma'am. I have brought you a cup of coffee."

"Wonderful."

Junie piled up some pillows and handed the coffee to Donna once she sat up. "Master is waiting for another cup, Ma'am. I will be right back."

"Good girl."

Junie practically scampered out with Bob's coffee. She gave a little curtsy. "If there is nothing Sir requires at the moment, I will go and serve my Mistress."

Bob laughed. "Oh aren't you having fun!"

Junie giggled and nodded enthusiastically. 

When she got back to the bedroom Donna was in the bathroom. The door was open and Junie could see her pulling out the rest of her braid. "Please, Ma'am, could I brush your hair?" Donna looked startled and then nodded. "Yes, I would like that." Junie lovingly brushed out the long red hair, "Are you planning to shower this morning, Ma'am?" 

Donna looked thoughtful. "Yes, I think I will. I think we are planning to head to town to do a few things. I might as well shower now."

"Would Ma'am allow me to bathe her?"

Donna looked down at Junie, her smile getting wider, she repeated, "I would like that."

Junie giggled in delight and stripped off her clothes. Starting the shower running, she stood to one side and then followed Donna in. The tiled shower was large, with plenty of room for two and a built in bench to sit down on. Junie took the hand held shower head and began to wash Donna. She slowly sensually massaged the shampoo and then the conditioner into Donna's hair. After that she carefully lathered Donna, she asked, "Would Ma'am like me to shave her?"

"That would be sexy as hell."

Junie giggled and took the safety razor and shaved Donna's armpits, and then kneeling between her legs she lifted one of Donna's legs and spreading moisturizer across the tender flesh, she meticulously shaved her perfectly smooth. Each place she shaved, she boldly kissed and licked, checking for any invisible stray hairs.

Donna gasped and shivered. "Yes, sexy as hell." But as soon as Junie was done shaving she pushed her face away. "That is enough, Sweet Junie, go on and shave my legs and let's get something together for breakfast."

After Donna exited the shower Junie hurriedly cleaned and shaved herself. "Thank you for letting me help you in the shower, Ma'am. It made me feel very happy to serve you like that."

"You are going to spoil me rotten."

"That would be a privilege, Ma'am."

"Well this soon to be spoiled Mistress is in the mood for oatmeal."

"With raisins, Ma'am?"

"Yum." Donna sat down in front of the mirror and picked up a comb. "Could I braid your hair please, Ma'am. I haven't had a chance to do a nice French braid since my girl moved to her Father's. You have such pretty hair." Donna happily handed her the hairbrush.

Bob and Donna sat at the table and sipped coffee as Junie made breakfast. As Junie sliced the loaf of dense whole wheat bread for toast, she asked, "Did you make this bread?"

"No, we buy it at a local organic bakery."

Junie tasted a thin slice and made a face. "It would be better if it was fresher, Ma'am."

Donna looked at her quizzically. "We will be going to town this morning. We can stop by the bakery."

"Ma'am, I know how to bake our bread."

"Oh I see where this is going, Junie, why did you talk around this so?"

Junie looked uncomfortable. "Um..." She took a deep breath. "I am sorry, Ma'am, I guess I am afraid that I sort of take over things, especially when it comes to house things." Her voice was dwindling down to a stammer. Her face was red. "I am afraid I might start getting... um, bossy?"

Donna stood up and took hold of a handful of Junie's hair, turning her face up to hers. "Do you honestly believe I would let you ever get away with any disrespect in this house?" Her tone was glacial.

"N... no, Ma'am."

Donna forced Junie down to her knees. "Then trust us, Junie, stop being afraid. Trust us to help you be a better person. I promise to keep you on such a fucking short leash that you will never ever get too far over any line. If you have a question, ask it respectfully. We will either say yes or no and you will obey. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Donna let go of Junie's hair and stroked her face. "Good girl. Now go make my oatmeal."

Junie smiled a tremulous smile and scrambled back to her feet, "Yes, Ma'am."

As Donna sat back down, Bob leaned over and kissed her. "That was very good, my goddess. Her insecurity comes from her fears of her own weaknesses. She fears failing us, failing herself. She needs to know you will be there to protect her from herself." Junie listened as she finished up breakfast, wondering to herself why she found his manner of speaking about her like she wasn't there so comforting. All she knew was the clamor of indecision and nervousness that had come up when she was talking about the bread was gone. In its place was a kind of a calm focus. Junie smiled softly to herself. She knew she would probably still experience the same little episodes of nervousness and shyness. But right now, with the clear memory of her Mistress's hand in her hair, her strong icy voice telling her exactly what to do, Junie knew that she wasn't alone in her struggle with her demons. 

Junie felt her eyes fill with happy tears and took a deep shuddering sigh. Instantly Donna's eyes turned to her, measuring and assessing. Their eyes met briefly and both smiled. Junie silently whispered, "Thank you." Donna nodded and turned back to Bob.

As Junie put the oatmeal, toast and juice on the table, Bob had a notepad and a pen and was writing down some things. "I want to stop by the hardware store and get some things. It's Saturday, the farmers market will be going. We should stop by there and see what's new." He looked up at Junie, "The main reason for going to town is to get AIDS tested. They have the rapid oral test available at our doctor's clinic. I made a call yesterday afternoon and they say we can just walk in. We can get results in less than an hour." 

Donna looked at Junie with a serious expression, "Bob and I have decided to trust that you have told us the truth that you have not had any sexual partners in the last year. Are you willing to trust the same for us? It will be your decision. There is always the chance that someone is not being truthful, and is infected. It takes up to six months for someone to test positive."

"Of course I believe you, Ma'am."

"All this is probably unnecessary but it's a good demonstration of all our commitment to keeping each other safe."

Bob looked at his list. "Anything else?"

Donna added, "Let's stop by the co-op and see if there is anything there that Junie needs to stage her coup in the kitchen."

"My coup?"

"Your take over, your domination of the dishwasher, your dictatorship all things delectable."

Junie blushed and giggled, "My seduction of all things succulent?"

Bob groaned and roared, "Stop, stop now."

Junie kept giggling and bounced in her little curtsy, "As you command, my Master." She quickly bustled around the kitchen, cleaning up the last few dishes and wiping off the counters. "Is there anything specific that you need me to do around the house before we go to town, Ma'am?"

Donna looked thoughtful. "Not that I can think of."

"I will do some light cleaning then, Ma'am. I will be ready to leave whenever you call."

Bob stood up. "Good breakfast, Junie, thank you. I am going to take a shower and shave."

Junie paused and grinned. "I could come help, Sir." 

Bob grinned a lusty leer. "I would not get anything done all day with you running around naked. Let me take a rain check on that."

Junie put on her silly pout face and then grinned. "Rain check on file, Sir."

Bob put on a mock look of concern. "Why am I getting the feeling that you will hold me to my words? I am going to be constantly in debt to you, aren't I, flirt?"

Junie's face was suddenly serious, "Sir, you and Donna have already given me so much, that there is no way I could even the balance."

Bob gathered Junie into his arms. "Sweet Junie, we were just joking around. There is no way to measure human relationships. We are all giving and taking all the time. It is too complex and subtle to measure. In some ways, you know that better than I. As a natural submissive you know how much the act of giving, serving, submitting feeds your soul. It is why you were so sad and lonely. You had no one to give to."

Junie sighed and melted into his arms, letting his words flow over her. She rubbed her face on his chest and inhaled his scent. Bob lifted his head and looked down at her. "Are you listening to me?"

"Oh yes, Sir." Junie repeated his last few words, "That's why I was so sad and lonely. I had no one to give to." She squirmed against him. "Just thinking about giving, Sir. Yes, giving and giving and giving."

Donna looked up from the table. "Junie, let him go get a shower. You are going to wear him out."

Junie jumped back. "I am sorry, Sir."

"Apology accepted, flirt."

Junie kept herself busy, changing sheets, dusting, sweeping. At Donna's prompt, she carried out the recycling and the small amount of garbage that was not recyclable to Bob and Donna's hybrid SUV. She was in the basement putting a load of laundry in the washing machine, when Donna came in. "We will be leaving pretty soon."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Junie ran upstairs and pulled on the slacks and light blouse she had laid out for herself. She ran a quick brush through her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror, toying briefly with the idea of putting on makeup. She muttered to herself. "No time for that."

You might recognize this story as one I had up in the past, under the title Northwest Hunters. I took it down for revision and a brief flirtation with possible publication.

I will post a new chapter weekly. 

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Enjoy, xantu



Joining the Circle Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Defining Roles

Bob drove and Donna rode in the front passenger seat. Junie rode in back looking curiously out the windows. Donna spoke up, "Town is about twenty minutes away. We will go by the clinic first."

The town was small and picturesque. There seemed to be a large number of antique stores, art galleries and restaurants lining the streets. Donna dryly commented, "This place is turning into a tourist trap."

Bob reached over and patted her knee. "It's all us rich retired folks, hiding out in the woods, that and the demise of the logging industry. Locals have to live off us or the tourists. At least there are enough people to support a good food co-op." He pulled into the parking lot of a modern looking brick and glass building. "We should go in separately. Junie, you go in first, ask for a confidential lab test." He got out his wallet and handed her some money. "Once you are at the lab, tell them what you want, an oral rapid result AIDS test. It's up to you if you want to use your real name or not. They won't ask for ID. Pay cash."

Junie felt her mouth go dry. "Alone?" Her voice quavered.

Donna turned and looked at Junie, a puzzled look on her face. She looked at Junie's face seeing the fear. "I am sorry, Junie. This is a small town. A lot of people know who we are. If we all go in at once for lab tests, people will talk. I guess we should have prepared you for this more. It should take about 45 minutes. Bob and I will go in after you come out." 

Junie swallowed, "No, it will be all right. It's just something I have to do." She took a shaky breath. "It is just one of those things that is hard for me." She climbed out of the back seat of the SUV and straightening her shoulders, marched into the clinic.

Donna laughed and leaned over to Bob. "I had forgotten about the shyness. She seemed so comfortable about meeting us. I can see that this will be a big thing for her to do."

"Well let's see if she can go through with it, or if she will come running out in a few minutes. Are you okay waiting here while I walk over to the hardware store?"

"Go ahead. I brought a book to read."

Bob was gone almost the whole 45 minutes and the bag he dropped into the back of the SUV made a metal clank and chink of chain. "Well she didn't run back out, but this is taking longer than I had thought it would. When I called they said 45 minutes tops."

"Do you think we are going to need to rescue her?" Donna sounded exasperated.

Bob laughed, "No, I don't think that will be necessary. See, there she is."

Junie was walking quickly, almost running back to the SUV. Her eyes red, her lashes wet like she had been crying. She scrambled into the back seat and wordlessly handed Donna some papers. Donna looked them over. "Junie, this said what you knew it would say. You currently have no HIV antibodies. You are fine. Why are you so upset?"

Junie looked embarrassed. "Ma'am, I was pretty nervous. I guess they could tell because they decided to have me talk to a counselor to see if I was emotionally stable enough to handle a possible positive result. It was so embarrassing. I had to lie my ass off. I told them that my husband had cheated on me and I just wanted to get a test to make sure I was okay. I told her I was in town visiting some friends and that they would be my support system. I did not tell the counselor lady who I was visiting. I am sorry it took so long."

Bob was struggling to keep his face straight. "You guess you were nervous? What did you do?"

Junie blushed and covered her face with her hands. "I am not sure if it was the hyperventilating or when I threw up."

Bob roared with laughter. Donna looked at him in outrage. "Sweetie pie, you were so brave. We are very proud of you." 

Junie held out a handful of money. "Sir, you gave me way too much money."

Bob waved her hand away. "Keep it. You will need some spending money for house stuff."

Donna climbed out of the car, "Bob and I will go get our test. You can wait in the car or go for a walk."

"I think I would just like to wait here, Ma'am."

"If you change your mind, just be back by in 30 minutes. I can't vouch for Bob but I know I won't throw up."

Junie giggled. "Actually, Ma'am, I am surprised I managed to do it. I almost ran out when they said I had to talk to a counselor."

Donna reached out and took Junie's hand. "It is good you chose to stay. I know how difficult that was for you. I am proud of you. We will be back soon."

Junie rolled down the window of the car and breathed in the air. She could smell the bitter scents of tar and car exhaust. She smiled to herself, just one day at the house on the lake and she was accustomed to the sweet, clean air of the country. She wondered idly what Donna would have done if she had run out of the clinic in a panic. It had been that thought that had kept her from completely losing control.

She was half asleep in the warmth of the car when Bob and Donna returned. When Donna turned to hand the papers to her showing their results, Junie smiled and shook her head. "I don't need to see those, Ma'am."

"Do you trust us, or do you not care what they say?"

"Both, Ma'am."

The rest of the visit to town went by quickly. Bob and Donna seemed to know everyone in town, greeting people in a friendly easy manner, introducing Junie as a friend visiting them. Junie found herself shaking endless hands, blushing and smiling, happy that she did not have to talk too much. It was obvious that Bob and Donna were active in the community and well liked.

They stopped by a small warehouse-looking grocery store. It had only nonperishable bulk food and in a cooler in a corner a variety of cheeses. "It's an organic cooperative store. You must have a membership to shop here. A group of us started it when we couldn't find decent organic stuff at the local grocery store. Bob and I are on the board."

Junie added some high gluten flour and yeast to their basket. "For baking bread, Ma... Donna." Junie stumbled and choked off saying Ma'am. Her face was scarlet.

Bob laughed and murmured, "Madonna? I like it. Nice Catholic overtones."

Junie giggled and whispered. "It is also an old Italian form of formal address for women, very much like Ma'am or Mistress."

Donna protested, "Not the rock star?"

Bob put his arm around her. "You are our rock star."

Bob added a few bottles of organic red wine, cheeses, and a big piece of bulk dark chocolate to their basket. Donna looked at the candy. "He won't eat dessert but he can't resist dark chocolate."

"A man is entitled to have a few weaknesses."

The farmer's market was bustling with people and music. A trio was playing lively folk music on stringed instruments. Again Junie found herself being introduced to what felt like dozens of people, trying to make eye contact and smile when she felt like running back to the car. She knew that she would never remember any of their names.

There was a wonderful variety of fresh fruit and vegetables, but also there were lots of booths of prepared food; canned fruits and jams, dried fruits, nuts, homemade candies. There were also artists and craftsmen selling their creations.

Junie's eyes lit up at a display of fresh strawberries. She hesitated, sensing in herself the same reluctance to ask that had displeased her Mistress this morning. She tried out several ways to ask that would not sound manipulative or overtly submissive. She cleared her throat. "The strawberries look delicious. Let's get some of those?" The end of her sentence turned up like a question.

Donna frowned and shrugged. "Sure let's." Junie picked out a couple of pints and paid with some of the leftover money that Bob had given her to pay the clinic. 

They ended up buying some wild mushrooms, a dozen eggs, some lemons, a fresh salmon and a half-gallon of fresh milk. It was early in the afternoon when they headed back home.

On the ride home Junie felt tired. It was the familiar fatigue she experienced from the continual nervousness that she experienced in unfamiliar places, around people new to her. As they drove up the narrow drive, she felt the tension draining out of her. She looked out the window and silently greeted the trees, happy to be home again.

Junie changed into her shorts and tank top and was busy cleaning around the house, taking the laundry out to dry on the line, remaking the beds when Bob called her into the office. He was looking at a bondage equipment website. "Come here; I want to get a few more measurements." He had a tape measure. He measured around her thighs, ankles, wrists and waist. Last he measured around her neck. Junie felt herself trembling with nervous excitement, peering over his shoulder at the site, electrified by the images of shackles and collars. 

Donna was curled up on the couch with a laptop computer. She looked up and grinned at the expression on Junie's face. "You are tantalizing her, Bob."

Bob ran his fingertips up Junie's leg and up the leg of her soft shorts, tickling the soft skin of her inner thighs. "Are you tantalized, Junie?"

Junie licked her lips and swallowed. "Yes, Sir, very tantalized. My mind is full of images, sexy provocative images."

"Good, that was my intention. Go on now." He propelled her out of the office. Junie stood in the front room for a second, still preoccupied with her thoughts.

The afternoon sun shone directly on the front deck. Donna looked out the window, "Come on, Junie, and let's get some sun. I want you to be a little tanned. Not too dark but I want you a nice light golden brown, like a little wood nymph."

"Yes, Ma'am." Junie followed Donna out onto the deck. She followed Donna's example of stripping off completely nude.

"Lie down and let me put some oil on you." As Donna spread the oil over Junie's skin as she talked to herself. "Not too long this first time. Don't want any sunburn. That wouldn't be a good idea. We have all summer to get you just right. Turn over onto your stomach." After Junie rolled over, Donna commented as she smoothed the oil on. "I can still see some of the marks from your spanking. Your bottom is still a little pink. The bruises from the belt buckle are starting to go away. It's funny how I find the marks that we leave delicious and erotic, and at the same time, I am enraged by these marks from that asshole." She muttered to herself, "Fucker has not sent that apology yet."

Junie found herself sinking slowly into the sensations of Donna's hands sliding over her, slippery with oil. "That feels so nice, Ma'am."

"Don't get too sleepy, girl. You have to do me next."

After oiling Donna's skin, Junie lay almost asleep, letting the warmth sink into her skin, turning and repositioning her body as Donna directed her to. It felt wonderful. She had not lain out in the sun since she was a teenager, always too embarrassed by her size to risk being seen. She smiled softly to herself thinking that now it did not seem to matter. In fact, she was feeling very sexy-looking lately.

Junie jerked awake, surprised by a sharp slap to her bottom. She jumped up; aware she had drifted off to sleep. Looking up she saw Donna standing over her. "I am sorry, Ma'am. I fell asleep. Did you say something?"

"It's time to stop. Let's go shower off this oil."

"Yes, Ma'am." 

For dinner Bob grilled the salmon fillets outside and Junie made roasted red potatoes with carrots and garlic.

Over dinner Donna questioned Bob if he had been having fun shopping online. Her tone was light, teasing, but her eyes were sharp as her words.

"Some." Bob's voice was neutral.

Junie could tell that something bigger than she was aware of was going on between her Master and Mistress. Donna seemed irritated with Bob and it was showing in the edge of her wit.

Donna leaned over to Junie, her hazel eyes dancing. She spoke in a deliberately loud whisper, "He spent all afternoon on the computer shopping. Expect some panties in the mail." Bob growled ominously. Junie blushed and focused on taking small bites of her dinner. Donna persisted. "Junie wonders if you wear panties too."

Bob's voice was suddenly deep and sharp. "Downstairs, now! You mouthy fucking bitch!" Donna sat frozen for a micro second, her fork halfway to her mouth, and then with a soft whimper dropped it and scurried towards the basement. Junie shrank down in her chair. Bob took another bite and then standing, followed at a leisurely saunter. Just as he was about to go down the stairs, he called over his shoulder. "You too, Junie."

With a squeal of alarm, Junie jumped to her feet and scrambled after him. As she got to the bottom of the stairs, Bob spoke to her, pointing at the corner. "Junie, get on your knees here and watch. I want you to see what happens to mouthy fucking bitches around here." Junie was in the corner in an instant, her eyes huge and frightened, and yet fascinated.

Donna was already nude and kneeling in the center of the room, her hands clasped behind her, her eyes on the floor. Bob walked up to her and lifted her chin with a finger tip. "You find my enjoyment of women's underwear amusing." It was not a question. "You seem to find fun at making light of me. I cannot help but feel like I am being treated disrespectfully."

Bob dropped his hand away from Donna's face. Giving her a thoughtful look, he walked through one of the doorways and came back dragging a heavy scarred wooden trunk. Lifting open the lid he rummaged through it. "Stand up, bitch."

Donna quickly rose to her feet. Bob laughed when he noticed that Junie had jumped to her feet as well. "Junie, get back down on your knees. For tonight 'bitch' is Donna's name." He walked around Donna, a length of white rope in his hands. "Yes, that's your name, Bitch, 'Disrespectful Mouthy Bitch'. You seem to be so entertained by my interest in panties."

Tucking the rope into a pocket, he turned to Junie. "Junie, give me your panties, now." Junie hurriedly stripped off her shorts and panties, handing the lacy underwear to Bob with a trembling outstretched hand. He looked at her, "I am frightening you, Sweet Junie?" He eyed her naked legs and cunt.

"Yes, Sir, a little." He nodded in satisfaction.

He sniffed the silk and lace, "Too bad they are so clean." He spread them wide and smiled an angry snarl, "They will have to do. They certainly are a mouthful, just the thing to shut up a mouthy bitch. Open up, mouthy bitch." Donna obediently opened her mouth and Bob crammed them into her mouth.

Walking around Donna again he took her braid. "I have been meaning to compliment you, Junie, on what a nice job you did braiding your Mistress's hair." Pulling the rope from his pocket he tied it to the braid, doubling back the hair and tying it again. "Yes, a very nice job. I could almost hang her up by this alone."

Returning to the box he threw out several more lengths of rope. He had a ball gag in one hand and a blindfold in the other. As he fastened the gag around Donna's mouth he spoke in a conversational tone to Junie, "Probably unnecessary, but I like the way it looks." He pulled the blindfold around Donna's eyes.

"Okay, Junie, now I am going to tie her arms behind her. Not too tight though, she is going to be tied for quite a while. Don't want to put too much strain on her shoulders. We are looking for pain, not injury." He was tying a rope around Donna's shoulders and then weaving the ropes down the length of her arms, ending with her wrists together. He turned Donna so Junie could see. "Pretty."

He picked up a small, heavy-looking leather pair of thong panties. "Let's continue with the panty theme, why don't we." He put a hand on Donna's shoulder, balancing her. "Bitch, pick up your right foot." For the first time Junie heard Donna make a sound, a soft whimper as she lifted her foot. Bob's eyes met Junie's, his voice was matter of fact, almost joking but his expression was grim, "She is remembering the last time she wore this particular pair of panties. I wonder if this might just be the source of her poorly veiled angst about panties. Other foot, bitch." 

Bob hauled the leather thong up hard, jerking it cruelly so the narrow leather triangle cut harshly between Donna's cunt lips. Junie flinched in sympathy. Leaning down Bob attached a spreader bar between Donna's ankles. "Look, Junie. See this metal ring on the back of these panties? 

It is not purely decorative." Bob reached up and pulled a roped down from a rafter and attached a heavy metal snap to the ring and pulled it through the pulley raising Donna up on her toes.

Taking the rope attached to her braid he threaded through a second snap higher up on the rope, pulling it tight. "This way when I suspend her she will be held by both her hair and her panties."

His tone was no longer light. "Ready, bitch?" Donna whimpered plaintively and shook her head. "Too bad, maybe you will learn to think before speaking." He pulled on the rope and lifted her off the floor, her body leaning forward at the hips, lifted by the narrow band of leather biting into her cunt, her back held parallel to the floor by the rope holding her hair. A low whine of pain echoed in the room.

"Bring me the chair, Junie." Junie drug the heavy chair over to Bob, and he sat down on it. "I really need to get something more comfortable to sit on down here. Junie, go upstairs and get my dinner. Warm it up and bring it down here for me to eat." He idly shoved Donna with one of his feet making her swing and spin.

"Yes, Sir." Junie's face was wet with tears as she sped up the stairs to obey.

When she came back, he was sitting watching Donna slowly spinning. "Good girl. Sit at my feet." As he ate he would occasionally give Donna a push, the swinging and rocking forcing the leather deeper into Donna's cunt. Junie could see that the flesh was red and swollen around the thong, the puffy flesh bulging out obscenely on either side, almost surrounding the now saturated leather. As she watched, Junie saw a drop of moisture fall to the floor.

Bob watched Junie's eyes as she watched it fall and took in the small puddle of wetness on the floor. Again his tone was light. "Fucking amazing isn't it? She is in a lot of pain and yet she is completely turned on. It wouldn't take much for her to come right now."

Junie took a long shuddering breath and sniffed. Bob stroked her hair. "Why are you so sad, Junie? Do you wish it was you up there?"

"Yes, Sir. I do wish it."

"Because you want it for yourself or because you want to somehow rescue your Mistress?"

For the first time a tiny hiccup of a sob shook her. "Both, I think both, Sir. I hate watching her be hurt and at the same time I crave it for myself. Crave it and fear it."

Bob's hand tightened in her hair. "I ordered a pair of leather panties just like these for you. I hope you like them." 

His eyes returned to Donna's slowly swaying form. "I think she is getting bored. Or maybe I am." He stood and moved in between Donna's legs, stopping her swing with a foot on the spreader bar. "What do you think bitch, are you bored?" He bore down on the spreader bar, adding his weight to hers. Donna convulsed, a shriek whistling through her nose. 

Bob stepped away and gave her another shove, making her sway and spin once more. Casually he walked over and began to inspect the whips and floggers neatly displayed on the wrack next to the fireplace. Picking up a flogger with dozens of very narrow tails, almost leather laces, he turned and flicked it experimentally a few times and then snapped it at Donna's leg as it spun past.

From where she knelt next to Bob's chair she saw that the tips of the laces barely touched Donna's skin but it made a sharp little crack, and Donna flinched, her leg jerking slightly. Bob commented, "She was a little surprised by that." He snapped it again at her ass cheek and then again at one of her breasts, carefully choosing his targets as she spun slowly. 




Joining the Circle Ch. 04



Junie cringed again when he targeted the tender swollen flesh between Donna's legs, and for the first time a cry of pain leaked around the gag in Donna's mouth. After that Bob seemed never to pass up an opportunity to punish that part of Donna's body, snapping the little flogger against her swollen labia at every spin. Junie's found she was making tiny whimpers echoing Donna's squalls of pain.

"Enough, bitch. I hope you have learned something." Bob looked over at Junie, "I certainly think Junie has."

Bob slowly let Donna down but she seemed unable to hold herself up with her legs, sagging to her knees. He unclipped the rope from her hair and the ring on the thong, and hauled her to her feet. "Stand up, bitch." Donna swayed but held herself upright. Bob quickly untied the ropes from her arms and hair. He took the spreader bar off her legs.

Last he pulled the panties down with a jerk. When Donna flinched and whimpered, he laughed cruelly, "I knew she liked these panties best of all. Look how she hates to see them go." He took her by the elbow, supporting and guiding her. "Walk to the bed, bitch."

He pushed her down onto the bed, fastening her arms and legs out spread eagled. He pulled off the blindfold and the ball gag. He held out his hand. Donna slowly pushed the wet panties out of her mouth into his hand and took a long shaky breath.

Throwing the panties on the floor, he called. "Come here, Junie. Look at the bitch's cunt, all sore and swollen. Kiss it better, Junie. Kiss and bite her cunt, just like I showed you how. I will know if you are doing it right because she will be screaming." His next words were for Donna, "Don't you dare fucking come, bitch."

Junie looked at Donna and back at Bob. Her face was a mask of grief and terror. In the tiniest voice she faltered. "I don't want to hurt her. Please don't make me hurt her."

Donna's voice was a croak, "Junie, do what he says."

Junie was sobbing as she climbed up between Donna's legs. She sent a beseeching look at Bob, but his face was adamant. She whispered, "I am sorry, Ma'am," as she lowered her face to the tortured flesh of Donna's cunt. 

Bob knelt behind Junie, leaning over her back, his voice a hoarse angry whisper in her ear. "Harder, suck and bite harder." He put his hand on Junie's head and ground her face into Donna's cunt. Donna writhed and screamed. "Good, like that. Keep that up." 

Bob unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. Junie could feel it hard and hot sliding up and down the crack of her ass.

Junie stiffened and groaned as he pushed his cock deep into her cunt. Burying himself to the hilt and using it as a ram to force her face to into Donna, banging her lips and teeth against Donna's clit over and over. "Grab the bitch's cunt lips, pinch them, and twist them, harder than that." Donna was squirming and screaming, soft squalls of pain and at the same time Junie could tell she was struggling to fight against her building excitement.

Keeping a hand on the back of Junie's neck Bob rose up and began to thrust fast and deep into her cunt. He spanked her ass hard with his other hand with each lunge into her cunt. Junie could feel herself starting to tense and shudder, her cunt tightening down, her sobs turning to high pitched squeals of pleasure.

Suddenly Donna was silent, her whole body tense and arched, her mouth open and her eyes clenched. Bob jerked Junie's face away from her cunt. "Oh no you don't, bitch. I said don't come." 

Gripping both Junie's hips he began to fuck her hard and fast, almost battering at her with his hips. Junie fought her climax in long strangled groans, trying to relax and keep her muscles from tensing. Bob growled in her ear. "Come when I do, or don't come at all." Junie's eyes met Donna's and chose.

Bob growled and lunged deep, his whole body spasming and jerking as he filled her with his come. Junie almost failed, the sensation of the hot semen filling her, almost pushing her over the edge. It was only Donna's steady gaze that kept her teetering.

Bob grunted and pulled out from Junie. His eyes were thoughtful as he pulled Junie around and pushed her face onto his cock. As she carefully cleaned him with her mouth, he looked at Donna. "I think you have an ally. She seems eager to share your fate." Donna knew better than to speak.

When Bob let go of her, Junie was uncertain what was expected of her next. She stayed on her hands and knees between Donna's legs, trying to avoid looking at her swollen labia. She could feel Bob's essence leaking down her legs, the tickling sensation making her cunt clench and throb. She was intensely aware of her need to come but she was determined to fight that. If Donna was not allowed to reach climax she was going to share her punishment. Awkwardly she climbed from the bed and stood nervously, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

Bob was sitting on the edge of the bed looking down at Donna. His face seemed softer, his eyes warm and yet distant. "Okay, young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?"

Donna cleared her throat. When she spoke her voice was soft and chastened. "I am sorry. I was showing off. I forgot who I really am."

Bobs voice was soft and loving. "And what is that?"

"I am yours. I am your goddess." For the first time Donna sobbed. "I love you."

"I love you too. And how is my goddess supposed to behave?"

"A goddess treats her Master with love, obedience and respect."

Bob kissed her gently on the forehead. "I understand it will be confusing for you to be both my goddess and Junie's Mistress, but this is what you wished for and you must find balance. Your behavior at the table was a subtle attempt to take my power by disrespecting me in front of Junie. You even went so far as to try to attempt to enlist her in your little game. I cannot allow that kind of destructive energy into our home."

Donna was really starting to sob, "Yes, Master."

Bob gently stroked her face. "Tonight I want you to hold vigil. Lie here. Contemplate your actions. Think about how it would tear apart our world if I lost my power. Meditate on balance. Beg our mother for guidance. I will speak with you again in the morning."

Bob looked sharply at Junie who was watching them speak. Her eyes were large and tear filled. "Okay, Junie, help me clean up down here and then go upstairs and clean up the kitchen. Do not speak to Donna. She is thinking."

Bob showed Junie how to put the ropes away and how to clean the ball gag and the leather thong. She helped him slide the trunk to one side. "Let's leave this out here. I am thinking we will be using it a lot."

Junie gathered her and Donna's clothes and headed upstairs. When she came out from her room pulling on a clean pair of underwear and her shorts, Bob was looking at her and Donna's unfinished dinners. "It seems like you have chosen to share your Mistress's fate as much as you can. You both will fast the rest of the evening. You will eat when she does."

Bob took a glass of water down to the basement and came back with it empty. He noticed that Junie would look up apprehensively every time he came into the room. He held out his arms to her. "Come here, Junie." Junie obediently let him pull her close, but she could sense a nervous tension in her body, a holding back. He leaned back, tipping up her face to look into her eyes. He said one word, "Talk."

A deep sob tore at Junie's throat. Bob pulled her face to his chest. "Let it out, Junie." Deep wracking sobs shook Junie. Bob stood and held her crooning. "That's a girl. Let it out. Give it to me." When she finally ran down, took a deep shuddering breath, her body was soft and warm against him, all resistance gone. Once again he looked into her face, "Talk."

"I hate seeing her in pain. I hate hurting her. Why do you make me do that?"

Bob's voice was deep and warm. "Sweet Junie, did you listen to what I said to Donna about my power?" 

"Yes, Sir, but I don't know if I completely understand."

"For this little ménage to function there has to be a leader, a Master. Without it, the emotions and allegiances get muddy, confusing. There would be squabbles over power. What happened tonight at the table, under the guise of teasing, was an attempt to take some of my power. I could not allow that to happen."

"It is almost inevitable that Donna try to do this. Her role is changing in our circle. She is no longer on the bottom. She has to find her place in the middle. It will be difficult for her. Your and my places at the ends of the poles, top and bottom, it's easy to know if you are where you are supposed to be. The metaphorical ends of the rope, but Donna will have to learn to balance in the middle. I came down on Donna very harshly the first time I sensed her trying to move too close to my end." Bob laughed, "I am stretching this metaphorical rope to the breaking point. But do you get what I mean?"

"I think so, Sir. But I still don't understand why you made me hurt her. I hated that."

"I know you hate that. I would be concerned if you did not hate it. If you are staying in your role of bottom you should instinctively avoid any and all demonstrations of dominance. I made you do it because you hated it. It was my assertion of dominance over both you and Donna."

"I guess I understand. I will always hate it, but I understand."

"There is no way you are going to like everything you will experience here, Junie."

"Yes, Sir. I think that's true for most everything. Before I came here there was very little in my life I liked."

Bob looked seriously into Junie's eyes. "You must be careful to stay in your role, little one. Already you are confused. Your decision to join Donna indicates a splitting in your loyalty. You must guard against that."

"Yes, Sir."

"I am going to go take the dogs for a walk. I warn you to stay out of the basement. I know that every fiber of your being is screaming to go be with Donna but that would not help either her or you."

"Could I come with you?"

"No. It is unsafe to leave someone alone in a house, handcuffed to a bed. I need you to stay here."

"Yes, Sir."

Restless, Junie got out her laptop, but she could not make the wireless internet work. She got out her phone and there were three messages. One was from Sir James from late Friday night, one was from her apartment manager from this morning, flagged urgent, and the last was from her ex-husband, this evening.

Junie opened the message from her manager, Miss Jannings. The apartment manager was a nice, if somewhat eccentric, older woman. Junie had never really gotten to know her. The manager's voice was frightened and speaking very fast. Junie had trouble following exactly what it was all about, but it was clear that someone had broken into her apartment and it seemed like the manager was worried for her safety.

The message from her ex-husband was clear and even more frightening. He was trying to reach her because a police detective had contacted him, trying to find Junie. It seemed like the police were functioning under the impression she may have been abducted or in danger in some way.

Junie was standing in the door, struggling to control her breathing and losing the battle, when Bob came back. She threw herself into his arms, sobbing. "Whoa, Junie, what's the matter?" She held out her phone. "Broke... broke into my... my... apartment." 

Bob was instantly serious. His voice was sharp, slicing through her hysteria, "Calm down this instant. Take a deep breath. Slow down."

Junie took several shuddering breaths. She held up her phone, stammering, "Phone messages. One from my... my apartment manager. She said someone broke... broke into my apartment." Junie closed her eyes and took another deep breath. "One from ex-husband. He said police detective looking for me. He said they think I might be in danger." Junie looked at the phone and made an angry, frightened face. "And one from Sir James. I didn't listen to that one."

Bob was grimly all business. "Let me listen to the one from Pastor James." His face turned dark as he listened. He looked at Junie. "It was a good thing you came here when you did. Seems like James' friend did not like the idea of leaving you alone. James was trying to warn you to get out of your apartment."

"Call your ex-husband. Let him know you are safe and get the name and number of the detective." Bob paced back and forth across the deck, his face stormy. "Shit, I had hoped we could put all this behind us."

Junie called her ex. "Greg, this is Junie. No, I am fine. I just got your message. No I am fine! I just was out of town for the weekend with friends. That's unfair and none of your business. My car? The window really? Oh no. My apartment too? That's awful. Give me the detective's name and number and I will call the police and let them know I am okay." Junie wrote down some numbers. "Greg, stop! I don't need you to do that. I am perfectly capable of dealing with this on my own. Greg, you are not my husband anymore. I suggest you mind your own business. No! Goodbye!"

After she hung up, she looked at Bob. Her eyes were furious, her voice flat. "If he did not piss me off every time I talked to him, I would be fucking hysterical."

"What did he say?"

Junie took a deep shaky breath. "A man, I am guessing James' friend, broke into my apartment Friday night. It seems that he is a pretty bad guy. He is wanted for abduction, rape and attempted murder of a woman in Oregon. I guess he really trashed the place. He made quite a racket and one of my neighbors called the manager and she called the cops. They arrested him as he left the building. The police just wanted to contact me to make sure I was all right. There was some worry that he may have carried me off or killed me because my car was still there." Junie suddenly shivered and swayed on her feet.

Instantly at Junie's side, Bob caught her. Taking her arm, he guided her to the couch and pushed her down to sit. "Sit down. Keep breathing. Do you feel okay to call the police detective?" 

Junie wrapped her arms around herself and breathed deeply through her nose for several seconds. Forcing herself to take one more deep cleansing breath, she nodded. "I just need to do this." She picked up the phone. "Like you, I just want to get all this behind me."

Junie dialed the police number and asked for the detective, her eyes following Bob as he paced the living room. "Detective Sangstrom, this is June Thomas. My ex-husband, Greg Thomas, has notified me that you want to speak with me regarding a break in at my apartment Friday night. No, I was not at home. I am visiting friends out of town for the weekend. No, this is the first I heard of it. I had my cell phone turned off. Really? He said that? Detective, I will be honest with you. I was in an online relationship at one time but not with the man you describe. I can guarantee that I have never met this Sam person. I do not know how he got my information. There was a time when I was... perhaps too trusting... not cautious enough with my personal information and he may have gotten it from someone online. Yes, that is true. Is there any way I can avoid my family learning of this?"

Junie listened for a while and slowly she began to look relieved. "That would be ideal. I can't begin to express to you how much that would mean to me. Yes, you are right. Yes, I have learned my lesson. Yes, I can do that. I expect to be back in the city next week. I will contact you then. Thank you so much."

Junie turned off her phone and looked down at it with an odd smile on her face. "That was fucking amazing."

"What happened?"

"This rapist guy, Sam... something, tried to claim he was my online lover and that he was looking for me because he was afraid I was abducted by someone else. He showed them some of those naked pictures of me to try and prove we were lovers. The city police seem eager to ship him back to Oregon. I guess they have a pretty solid case against him there and they don't expect him to get out of jail for a very long time. They just want me to sign a complaint in case he ever makes it back to this jurisdiction. They said there was no reason for any of my personal indiscretions to get out. He did give me an earful about online predators."

Next Junie called her apartment manager. "Miss Jannings, this is Junie Thomas. No, I am fine. I just got your message. Yes, I have spoken to the police. I know. It's terrifying. Thank god I was visiting friends. You were so smart to call the police when you did. Yes. You are right. He could have. It's just too much to think about. I think I will stay with friends a while longer. Yes. Oh good. I will have to clean that up I guess. All's well that ends well. Thank you. Oh you are so sweet. Goodbye. Yes. I will. Yes. Goodbye. I really have to go. Goodbye."

Junie was giggling, a tense frightened humorless sound, bordering on sobs, when she finally hung up. "This is surreal."

Bob was looking at her curiously. "My apartment manager, Miss Jannings is quite the hero at the moment, being the one who called the police. I guess there was a reward for the guy's capture. She is absolutely convinced he was coming for her next. The maintenance guy put a new lock on my door. She told me that the guy really smashed things in my apartment. I guess I have a nasty surprise waiting for me when I get back home. I hope he did not break my sewing machine."

Junie looked at Bob. "Sir, Mistress was right when she said he was a rapist." Junie looked at him through her eyelashes. "Sir, how long must Mistress stay downstairs thinking?"

"Junie, Donna will keep vigil until sunrise. The length of her vigil is critical to its success. Do not vex yourself about this."

"Won't she just fall asleep?"

"I have instructed her to think. She will do this. Again, Junie, I direct you to turn your mind from your Mistress's task. Do not make me speak of this a third time."

Junie lowered her eyes. "I am sorry, Sir. I guess I was excited to tell her about what happened."

"We are not quite done. I still need to contact Pastor James. Dial his number and hand me the phone."

James' voice was cautious, "Junie?"

"Wrong again, Pastor James. This is Bob. You called Junie on Friday night to tell her to get out of her apartment. It seems that your friend was not going to back off."

James' voice was defensive, "I did what I could. I live a thousand miles away."

"You could have called the police. Did you know that the guy you sent Junie's pictures to, the guy you promised to give her to for a fuck, had warrants out for his arrest for abducting, raping and trying to kill a woman in Oregon?"

"Good lord, no."

"Pastor James, you are criminally stupid. This guy broke into her apartment on Friday."

"Is Junie okay?"

"If she wasn't okay, the police would have already been there to get you. As an accomplice to rape and very possibly murder your comfortable, if hypocritical, life would have come to a very nasty end. You are very lucky. She was with us. A better man would have asked after her safety before this. A better man would have put her safety before his good name."

"I am not such a good man."

"Then I suggest you strive to improve yourself. Perhaps you should look between the pages of that book you read to others on Sunday. It is a good rule book to start with, especially for stupid men."

James sounded impatient. "Okay, okay, I have heard it all before. You are not saying anything that I have not said to myself a hundred times before."

"Luckily for all of us, the man you sent to rape Junie was caught by the police. They are going to extradite him to Oregon to prosecute him for the crimes he committed there. The police here are not interested in pursuing a case against him here. So far your name has not entered into evidence. Whether this happens or not, is of no importance to me. You still owe Junie an apology and a new car. We were serious about that."




Joining the Circle Ch. 04



"I am working on that."

Bobs voice was impatient. "Bullshit, how long does it take to write a fucking apology?"

"I... um... guess I forgot about that."

"For one who has so much to lose, you seem to have a pretty lax attitude. Tell me about Junie's new car."

"I said I was working on that. I have to figure out how to pay for it without my wife finding out."

"I will expect a progress report."

Bob hung up without saying good bye. "Fucking asshole."

It was still too early to go to sleep so Junie spent some time in the kitchen. She took the leftover salmon fillets and carefully flaked all the succulent meat. She made a light salad, adding minced chives, celery, olives, and a dill lemon dressing.

Junie cleaned the hulls from the strawberries, resisting the impulse to pop one into her mouth. Bob's words, "You will eat when she does," echoed in her mind. Suddenly the need to see Donna, to touch her hands and kiss her face, shot through her. Her eyes kept straying to the doorway to the basement stairs.

Bob was in the office, doing something on the computer. Junie found herself straining to hear, listening intently, holding her breath, and turning her head from side to side. The house was silent. Junie could feel the pull to go to the basement door, like the whole world was tipping, the floor turning to a slippery slope, gravity her enemy. The open basement door gaped, a pit instead of a portal. She found herself holding tightly to the kitchen counter, struggling to hold back against what felt like falling.

"Junie, come here." Bob's voice came from the office door, righting the world.

Junie dragged herself away from the kitchen, somehow reluctant to move away from that door that held her attention. "Yes, Sir."

"Are you done in the kitchen?"

"Yes, Sir."

Bob pointed at the floor by his feet. "Come sit here." After Junie curled up at his feet, tangling his fingers in her hair, he pulled her head to lean against his leg. "What were you doing?"

"I don't know, Sir, just standing, trying to decide what to do."

His fingers tightened in her hair. "Truth, Junie, always give me the truth."

A tiny whimper of fear rose up in her throat. "I was afraid of falling. It felt like if I let go of the counter, I would fall..." Junie gulped. "...fall down the stairs."

Bob nodded with a look of understanding on his face. "Your mind returns to your Mistress. Your need to go to her is difficult to resist."

"I try to stop it, but it's all I can think about, Sir."

"You sense her struggle. You have a very sensitive soul. You already have a strong spiritual bond with her."

"Sir, is she in pain?"

"Pain? No, Junie, not much pain, perhaps some discomfort, but just the memories of her punishment. But she is in distress. She contends with her demons, and she shall emerge victorious and stronger, more beautiful, more balanced."

Bob let go of Junie's hair and stood. "Come." He went to the front door and whistled softly to the dogs lying on the front deck. Bump leaped to his feet and was at Bob's feet in an instant, the other three slowly stood and stretched, watching him, waiting for his words. "Come." Bob turned and held the door open. Junie watched as Sunny slowly made his way into the house, then Maddy, then Honey and last of all Bump.

Bob pointed at a circle of four old chairs outside the office. "Go on. Make yourselves comfortable." Junie could not help but smile as the dogs happily climbed up and sat one in each chair. They all seemed to know whose chair was whose.

"When they came in the door, did you see how they all waited for Sunny?"

"Yes, Sir."

"It's easy to see he is the Master in that circle. It is also easy to see that Bump is the last. But where do Honey and Maddy fall in this little rating game? They balance in the middle."

"Maddy, oh it has to be Maddy, then Honey, Sir."

"Tell me why you think so."

"You said she had the strongest will. It seems like Honey needs attention more than Maddy. Maddy did not want to follow my directions; she only did it because you growled at her."

"Did you notice when you would tell Maddy what to do, each time she would look at me first? Have you thought about why she did that? Did you notice what she did when you finished and you praised her?"

"I noticed that she looked at you, Sir. But I don't remember what she did afterward."

"You praised her, and she came to sit at my feet."

"Yes, I remember now. I lifted her chin and talked to her. I told her we would be friends and as soon as I let her go she went to you. I guess I thought she just liked you better?"

Bob looked affectionately at the dogs curled up in the big old easy chairs. "They like me. That's true. But that is not the answer. Dominance, submission and obedience have little to do with affection, especially for dogs. For you it would have an influence on your happiness, but for Maddy it has little to do with her decision making."

Bob turned and walked away from the dogs. "Come." Junie found herself following along behind Bob, wondering which of the dogs she most resembled in her eagerness to obey. He led to the bathroom. "Go ahead and get ready for bed. Don't drink any water. Make sure to go pee now." He turned and headed into her bedroom.

Junie looked at him curiously and headed into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and hair, washed her face and put on moisturizer. She noticed her skin had a light pink tint from the sun. She carefully made sure her bladder was empty wondering what Bob had in mind.

As she walked into the guest room, Bob was just finishing tying a rope to one of the legs of the bed. "Put on whatever you are most comfortable sleeping in."

"I usually just sleep in my panties, Sir."

Bob turned and gave her a look. "Are you mocking me or flirting?"

"Neither, Sir, it's the truth."

"Okay, you get to choose. Do you want to sleep on your stomach or back?"

"I think my back, Sir. It gets uncomfortable to lie on top of my breasts after a while."

"I think I will find lying on your breasts infinitely comfortable."

Junie giggled, "Are you going to sleep on top of me?"

"Flirt. But no, I just don't want you sleepwalking, or at least walking while I am sleeping."

Junie stopped, suddenly serious. "Sir, don't you trust me?"

"Junie, do you trust yourself?"

Junie stopped and thought carefully. "Before tonight I would have said yes, but I felt so odd tonight. I can't say for sure, but I think if you had not called me then, that time in the kitchen I would have disobeyed you. I would have ended up slipping down those stairs. It felt like something was dragging me down there."

"That was a very honest and thoughtful answer. Now strip down to those sexy panties and get comfortable on the bed."

Junie stripped down to her underwear, carefully folding and putting away her clothes. She climbed up onto the bed and looking at Bob to see if she was doing it right, she spread her arms and legs. He laughed. "We won't tie you to tightly, Sweet Junie. Just tightly enough so you can't get free."

"I ordered some wrist and ankle shackles for you. They should be here in a week or maybe less." Bob carefully wrapped the rope around her wrist in five parallel coils and tied it. He slipped a couple of fingers under the coils making sure that they were not too tight. "This knot will not slip. I did not tie it all that tightly. I am sure if you worked at it all night you could probably get free. I am equally sure you know better than to do that."

Junie looked curiously at the neat band of rope around her wrist. "Yes, Sir." She felt curiously excited and nervous.

"Good girl." Bob proceeded to tie her other wrist and then her legs. With each knot Junie felt her tension build. As he finished her last ankle Junie shivered. Bob stroked his hand up her leg, leaving his hand possessively on her pubic mound. "How are you feeling, Junie?"

"Nervous and excited, it felt very sensuous when you would tie the ropes around me. The way they slipped across my skin, the way your hands felt on me, so strong and warm." Junie experimentally pulled at the ropes, measuring how much movement she had. "I feel very vulnerable now. It is very erotic." Her eyes were locked on his penetrating blue gaze. She licked her lips and swallowed.

"You look very erotic." His fingers traced a lazy circle over the fabric of her panties. Junie's hips seemed to lift of their own accord, tipping up, her legs spreading, offering herself to him.

"So eager for my touch. So responsive." Bob murmured. Cupping a heavy breast, he captured a nipple and rolled it firmly between his fingers. Junie sighed and arched, pressing her breast up into his hand. Slowly, tantalizingly he pushed her panties to one side, his fingers slipping through her folds, dipping deep into her wetness and drawing the slippery fluids up over her clit, sliding over her, massaging in firm circles. 

Junie shuddered and whimpered, her hips surging to meet his touch, her eyes locked on his. "You like this, being tied and helpless. I could do anything to you. You are my bitch. I fucking own you. I own this cunt." His fingers lunged deep into her, forcing a gasp from her lips. "I own these tits." His fingers pinched and pulled up cruelly on her nipple, twisting and stretching. His gaze hardened, and his lips twisted in a feral smile as Junie arched and struggled to lift herself to ease the pain, a cry leaving her lips.

"Your cunt clenches up around my fingers so nice when I do that. I will have to remember how nipple pain makes you tighten up. I am going to torture the fuck out of these big fucking nipples." He moved to her other nipple and again pinched and lifted her almost off the bed. Junie closed her eyes and cried out again, a soft wail of pain. His fingers in her cunt were pumping hard and fast, his thumb firmly on her clit.

Junie could feel herself starting to tremble and tense. "Oh god, Sir. I am... I am..."

"No, you are not. Listen to me. You are not." His hand continued to push her higher. He let go of her nipple and slapped her breast sharply, forcing a shocked howl from her lips. He slapped one breast than the other, grating out between clenched teeth, "No... you... are... not."

Junie's mind was reeling. She could feel a huge orgasm building and the slaps on her breasts did nothing but make it come faster. It was impossible to focus on fighting the feeling with the scorching pain burning through her nipples and tits. She struggled to pull away from the fingers in her cunt. "Fuck! Fuck! Can't stop!"

Just as she knew she was going to fail, his hands left her. Junie was intensely aware of her whole body thrashing and arching. Straining to come, teetering on that knife edge, and needing just that last single touch to fall over the edge. A long keening moan left her lips. She could not tell if it was a wail of relief or frustration. 

You might recognize this story as one I had up in the past, under the title Northwest Hunters. I took it down for revision and a brief flirtation with possible publication.

I will post a new chapter weekly. 

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Enjoy, xantu



Joining the Circle Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Who is your Master?

Bob's voice was dry, almost clinical. "You made a choice earlier. I will hold you to it. You might find it difficult to sleep for a while. If you find thoughts turning to your Mistress, I direct you to think about our conversation about Maddy. Is she submissive? Why does she turn to me? What does she know that both you and Donna need to figure out?"

Junie felt like her breasts and cunt were on fire. Her voice was hoarse. "Yes, Sir."

Bob put what looked like a small walkie talkie on her dresser. "This is a baby monitor. If you call me I will hear. Only disturb me if it's an emergency." He covered her with a blanket and left her in the dark, the soft material scratching on her skin like it was wool. 

Sleep was the furthest thing from her mind. Junie felt waves of sensation rolling through her, restlessly whispering to her of her frustrated needs. Her body twisted and pulled against the ropes, seeking some relief. As she lay there, she found herself listening again, straining her ears, seeking some sound of Donna lying just below her. She forced her thoughts to Bob's questions to her about Maddy.

Over and over in the night she would drift off almost to sleep, only to wake when her body would try to turn, and the ropes would pull her back awake. It was very late when she whispered to herself, "Oh, of course." And finally let the exhaustion suck her under.

Junie woke to a touch on her ankle. She opened her eyes to Donna's tired smile. "Good morning, Sweet Junie. You have slept late." Donna had lines of fatigue around her eyes.

"Good morning, Ma'am. I was up late thinking about something Master asked me." She tried to stretch and ended up pulling against the ropes to wake up her muscles. She giggled. "I seem to be a bit tied up at the moment."

"Ah yes, thinking. Our Master is fond of having us think. Do you have to go to bathroom?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Donna untied Junie. "Go on then, pee, get a drink of water. Don't get dressed. Come back here when you are done."

Junie was back promptly. Donna pointed at the bed. "Back where you were." Junie climbed back up and Donna quickly tied the ropes back exactly back the way they were before. Pulling the blanket up over Junie, Donna sat on the edge of the bed and tenderly stroked Junie's hair away from her face. "It is not my place to free you, Junie. That is our Master's decision."

Donna continued. "I have to apologize to you, Sweet Junie. I lost my vision of my place. I was out of balance. I confused you. It is unfortunate that this has happened at the very birth of our relationship. I will do my best to correct this, but it will mean things may be a bit more difficult for you for a while. It is a sad but inevitable fact that the most submissive member of the circle is the symptom bearer and thus the one that bears the greatest burden when imbalance is remedied." 

"I don't understand, Ma'am."

"You will." Donna leaned over and kissed her gently on the forehead. "Remember who our Master is. It is that simple."

Junie surged against her ropes, a soft exclamation on her lips. "Yes, like Maddy! That is what he wanted me to think about. What made Maddy different from Honey, why she would look at him whenever I commanded or praised her."

Donna laughed a soft affectionate chuckle. "Ah yes, our Master and his dogs."

Junie giggled. "He is right though."

"Our Master is very wise."

"Oh Ma'am, so much happened last night."

Donna gently covered Junie's lips with her hand. "Our Master has told me already. Now is not the time to think about things outside our circle. We will speak of those things later."

"Ma'am, why are you not calling him by his name?" 

"It helps all of us remember what he is."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Your choosing to withhold your orgasm last night showed how infected you were with my rebellion. When our Master told you to come now or not come at all, he did not mean for you to make a choice. He was challenging you to come on command, testing your ability to perform for him. It had not occurred to him that you would choose not to. I looked into your eyes and sensed your choice. At that moment I knew I had failed you." Donna's voice was strangely sad.

"What is going to happen to me, Ma'am?" Junie was becoming increasingly aware that Donna was sad as much about what was going to happen, as she was about what had happened.

"That is for our Master to decide."

A tiny whimper vibrated in Junie's throat.

Donna kissed Junie's forehead one last time. "I must rest for while. Remember, it is simple, remember who our Master is." She stood and walked out. Junie for the first time felt a tear slip down her temple. 

Junie did not have a clear sense of how much time she lay there waiting. Something tickled at her awareness and she turned her head. Bob was standing silent in her doorway, casually leaning against the door frame. His head was kind of tipped to one side and his eyes calculating. Junie felt her mouth go dry.

When their eyes met he gave a little nod, the smallest acknowledgment. He glanced at the baby monitor. "I listened to your talk with Donna. What are your thoughts?" 

"About what you asked me last night, about Maddy, it's hard to put into words, but Maddy knows no matter what happens it is because of you. If she obeys me, she is really obeying you. If I reward her, she knows the reward is ultimately from you.  It's like Maddy knows who her Master is. Honey doesn't seem to care?" 

"Fair enough, I am not sure that Honey doesn't care, but you are right about Maddy. She knows. You will learn this too."

Junie felt mesmerized by his electric blue eyes. She whispered, "I want that."

"Donna said it is simple. She was correct. It is simple, but it won't be easy." 

Junie felt her eyes brimming with tears. Her heart was racing. She did not know if it was the fear or the anticipation. "Master, Sir, I am yours. Do what you think is best."

Bob nodded, "I already am." He turned and walked out of the room.

He was not gone long. He had several items in his hands that he dumped in a pile on the top of her dresser. His voice took on that conversational tone that Junie was beginning to recognize as him thinking out loud, as much as communicating. "You denied me what was mine last night. I know it seemed like I had given you a choice. That was unfortunate. I think we will continue with that theme."

He quickly untied her. "Turn over, head down, ass up." Junie quickly assumed the position. His hand was gentle and warm, stroking her ass. "I really like your ass. Have you ever worn a butt plug?"

"No, Master. I... um... put a vibrator up there but not a plug." 

"Oh, this will be a new experience for you." Junie felt a cool wetness on her anus and his fingers pushing in, invading. There was no teasing, preparation, just the quick, business like application of the lubrication on and into her bottom. She felt the firm blunt end of something pushing against her. "It will be easier for you if you relax." Junie closed her eyes and breathed out a long slow breath as the plug slid into her. He was neither gentle nor slow. There was the familiar sharp burning pain and, just as the plug stretched her almost too wide, a soft protesting whine squeezing out of her lips, the pain eased and she knew it had gone all the way in. There was a deep feeling of pressure and fullness.

Junie was breathing in soft panting breaths, turning her face toward Bob, waiting to see what he wanted from her next, and blinking back the tears. He met her eyes again. His voice was almost sympathetic. "It may be a very long day for you." His fingers gave the butt plug a firm tap, making her ass spasm and jerk. Sliding lower, his fingers slid into her. "Such a good girl, always wet for me. That pleases me."

Junie felt a little wiggle of excitement course through her at his praise. She smiled happily, arching her back, pushing back against his fingers. Again he tapped the butt plug, "Be still." Junie froze.

Bob turned to the dresser and came back with a round object with a wire attached, "This ought to keep your motor running." He held the egg up before Junie's eyes. "Donna says this is interesting but not enough to come with. We all know that every woman is different. You will have to let me know how it makes you feel." He pushed it into her cunt and lifting the control end he pushed a button.

Junie felt a soft purring sensation inside her. It was gentle and almost soothing, but it did seem to make the plug in her ass vibrate in sympathy and that was the most intrusive. "Master, it is gentle, tingly, but it does make the plug in my bottom vibrate too. That is the most... um... distracting part."

"Don't say bottom. It's your asshole." Bob's voice was uncharacteristically sharp. 

"Yes, Master, my asshole."

"Let's see what the other settings do." Bob pushed another button. Junie jumped as the vibrations increased sharply. 

"Ooh, it's a lot stronger. It tickles and the plug in my asshole is really buzzing." Suddenly the sensation doubled. Junie had to tense to avoid giggling hysterically. "Damn... um sorry... It tickles like hell, Master. It is very strong. I don't know if it would make me come or not, certainly not right away."

Bob changed the intensity to the middle setting. "We will leave it there. Junie, do you have a sense of what my goal is?"

"Master, I think you intend to keep me very excited all day. You said you want to continue with the theme of my decision to resist your command to come. You are going to torture me with that decision. My lesson is that my body belongs to you. My responses belong to you."

"I love how intuitive you are. Yes, this is an experiment in how long you can resist coming. Only this resistance is because I command it. I want you to avoid coming no matter what. If something I do accidentally pushes you too far and you sense you are in danger of failure, tell me, push me away, rip that fucking vibrator out of your cunt. I require you collaborate with me in this torture. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"How do you feel about this?"

"Right now it sounds very erotic and I am excited to try, but a tiny voice is telling me I have no idea what I am in for and I will end up regretting my enthusiasm, Master."

Bob chuckled, a long low growl. "You are so right." Again he slapped her ass, striking the plug, driving it deeper. "Turn around and sit on the edge of the bed." 

Junie turned and sat down; jumping a little as sitting on the plug made it move and press on different parts of her insides. "Here hold this." Bob handed the controls to the egg that was buzzing busily in her cunt to her. He turned to her dresser and began digging through her drawers. He held up the yellow panty and bra set. "Yes these will be perfect." He handed them to her. Junie took them and obediently put them on. She felt very distracted by the plug in her bottom. It seemed very hard and rigid and every time she moved it seemed to readjust inside her. 

As Junie began to sit back down on the edge of the bed, Bob shook his head. "Stand there. Stand up straight with your hands behind your head." Bob picked up a black permanent marker and turned to her with a mischievous grin and began to mark a circle where her nipples pushed against the fabric. Junie almost flinched back, a dismayed look on her face. Bob gave her a sharp look, "Sometimes we have to make sacrifices, Junie. This is a small thing." His voice was harsh. "Who owns you, bitch?"

"You own me, Master." Junie's voice was frightened.

"Who owns this scrap of fabric?" He leaned down and marked an oval where her cunt lips pouted against the fabric.

"It is yours, Master."

"Remember that. Take off the fucking things and hand them to me." He picked up a pair of scissors.

Junie quickly pulled off the bra and panties and watched him with tears in her eyes as he almost cheerfully began snipping away at them. It wasn't many seconds before he handed them back to her. "Here you go. Let's see how they look now."

Junie pulled the mutilated lingerie back on and blushed miserably looking down at her nipples poking out obscenely through the holes in her bra. Her cunt lips bulged through the hole in her underwear, the dark brown of her skin contrasting sharply against the pale yellow of the lace. Bob laughed cruelly. "You look so nasty, Junie."

Junie nodded, her eyes still frozen on the image of herself in the full length mirror. Her face was scarlet and her mouth trembling. The buzzing in her cunt a constant distraction, she squirmed a little. "We have just a few more things to add before we get started on our chores."

Returning to the desk he came back with two clamps and roughly grabbing her nipple he pulled and pinched it until it was hard and aching. Junie tensed and hissed as the clamp pinched down on her nipple. "One more." He turned to her other breast and soon she had a matching clamp. It took almost a whole minute before Junie could adjust to the sharp pain. "Yes, so pretty. But let's add this." Bob attached a chain between the clamps, hanging in a gentle curve between her nipples. "Isn't that prettier?" Junie nodded. It did look a lot nicer than the image of just her naked nipples poking grotesquely out of the bra. 

Junie still held the controller of the egg awkwardly in one of her hands. Bob took it from her. "We can't have you holding this all day long. You will need your hands free to work." Bob took the heavy battery filled controller and wrapped the wire around the chain stretched between her breasts and dropped the weight to swing back and forth, bumping against her soft belly. Junie yelped as the weight jerked, sending sharp pains through her nipples. Bob watched as Junie flinched and squirmed. He reached up and casually flicked a finger against one of her nipples and nodded as Junie yelped again. "Good. We are almost done. Lie back on the bed and spread your legs."

Junie's eyes looked at him pleadingly, as she lay back. What more could he do to her? Bob came back with a handful of small clothes pins, his eyes on her cunt lips protruding through the ragged oval cut in her panties. "I want to see you. All of you." He clipped several clothes pins to her outer labia and pulled her spread wide, pinning them to the fabric of her panties leaving her gaping and exposed. Last he fastened two more onto her inner labia to dangle down. 

He stood up and pulled a long narrow wand vibrator out of his pocket. "Now Junie this is important. Remember you are not to orgasm. I want you to allow yourself to get as close to coming as you dare, but do not come." He pressed the end of the vibrator to her exposed clitoris. 

Junie fought to keep from pulling away from the sudden intense sensation. It was way too much, too fast. She fought to adjust to this and monitor her feelings. Very quickly she could feel herself tensing; she forced herself to relax, breathing carefully in and out. When she felt like she could not take another second she pushed the wand away with her hands, gasping, "Stop, have to stop. Please stop."

Bob wiped the wand off on her belly and put it back into his pocket. He had a satisfied grin on his face. "Yes, I think that will do. Stand up, Junie." He pointed at a bottle of sunscreen on the dresser. "Put lots of that on, all over. We are going to be working outside most of the day. You should wear your shoes. And put some lube on your cunt, don't want any chafing. Come on out to the front deck when you are ready." 

Junie looked at herself in the mirror. She thought she looked like a demented, pornographic Christmas tree. All she needed was a silly hat. Her favorite matching yellow bra and panty set were ruined; the holes Bob had cut in them let her brown nipples and cunt lips bulge through. The nipple clamps were shiny and Junie thought they would have looked pretty if there wasn't a big baby blue plastic vibrator controller hanging from the center of the chain connecting them. Every time she moved she could feel the weight of the batteries in the thing as it swung and bounced back and forth across her stomach. Her nipples felt like they were on fire and the day had hardly started.

She stood awkwardly with her legs apart, the matching rows of small multicolored clothes pins held her labia spread open, exposing her inner folds to the world and the vibrator Bob carried. The two additional clothes pins dangling from her inner labia kept getting caught between her thighs and yanking painfully. Now that she was standing the vibrating egg in her cunt had slid down a little and was even more distracting. It still seemed to make the butt plug in her ass sing in concert.

All in all Junie felt very ridiculous and painfully aroused. Bob had been teasing her to the brink of orgasm since last night and from what she could tell he planned to continue for a lot longer, if not for ever. He had told her to come outside to help with chores, and she knew he was not going to wait patiently for too long. Silently thankful that there were no neighbors to see her dressed like this, Junie waddled as quickly as she could out into the morning sunshine.

It was hard to tell which sensation shooting through her body was the one most uncomfortable. Every step seemed to jiggle, pull, or yank some new part of her body. Bob was right. This was going to be a very long day.

Bob seemed to have trouble not laughing as he regarded her in the bright morning sunlight. "Did you put on lots of sunscreen?" 

"Yes, Master."

"Go back and get the bottle. I want to make sure you did not miss any places."

"Yes, Master."

Junie waddled back into her room and returned with the bottle. She stood with her legs spread, her head hanging in embarrassment as Bob put a second layer of the sunscreen on her, starting at her face and ending at her feet, careful to not miss a square inch of her skin. His hands were warm and soothing, but Junie had trouble paying attention to how it felt. Her overwhelmed senses kept her too distracted. "Donna would not like it if we got any tan lines on you."

Bob had clipped the wand vibrator onto one side of his belt and a crop onto the other side. Taking the crop in his hand, he said, "Junie, turn the vibrator up to high and lean over and grab your ankles." 

Junie whimpered and complied. The intense vibrations were making her squirm as she struggled to reach down. Not flexible enough, she settled for grabbing the backs of her calves, her eyes drawn to the dangling control swinging back and forth in front of her eyes. At least in this position her breasts were crushed against her thighs and belly, protecting her from the pain of the dangling weight.

Junie squirmed again as the vibrations in her cunt began to be hard to ignore. It felt like the vibrator was pushing directly against the hard butt plug, sending the sharp buzz deep into her ass. She froze as she felt the crop stroke up the inside of her thigh. Bob voice was soft. "How are you feeling right now, Junie?"

Junie had to clear her throat, "Master, I feel very embarrassed. My whole body is tense and tingling. The vibrations in my cunt are going clear into my ass and the clothes pins are jiggling too."

"How close are you to coming?"

"Not too close, Master. It's there but everything is sort of distracting."

"As the day progresses, I expect it to become more and more of an issue. You will have to be very careful. If you fail it will make your ordeal all that much longer and severe. I am going to hit you now. Each time I hit you, tell me thank you and then beg for another."

Junie's voice quavered, "Yes, Master."

The sharp snap of the crop against her ass made Junie lose her grasp of her calves and start to rise up, the sudden weight of the batteries snapping down hard on her nipples. She forced herself back down. "Thank you, Master. Please, please do it again." Her words were a strangled sob. 




Joining the Circle Ch. 05



Bob ran his hand across her ass, almost a caress, a blessing. "Good girl."

The second blow forced a sharp yelp of pain from Junie's lips but she managed to keep her grip on her calves. "Thank you, Ma... Master. Please..."

The snap of the third blow interrupted her sentence. Junie was crying openly, her tears running down over her forehead into her hair. She was feeling increasingly dizzy and nauseous from hanging upside down, her breathing was being restricted by having to lean over. She was not used to this position. Her size made it hard to lean over, it seemed like her extra weight around her middle pressed on her diaphragm. Her voice as a little panicked. "Master, I think I am going to be sick."

Bob took her hair and pulled her up to stand and she staggered, gasping, trying to catch her breath. Junie took a long shuddering breath. "I am sorry, Master. I think it was having my head hanging down. It is hard for me to breathe in that position. I will be okay in just a minute."

Bob nodded. "You did right by telling me that. Tell me when you can start again."

Junie took several deep breaths. Suddenly she was very conscience of the vibrations in her cunt and the sharp stinging in her ass. She squirmed nervously, and choked out, "Okay," as she leaned over to grasp her calves she told him, "I am a lot closer than I was before, Master."

"No, don't lean over like that. Come over here and put your hands on the lounger back. Stick your ass out."

In this position Junie could see her reflection in the wide picture window of the house. The weight swung free on her nipple clamps. She spoke softly, her voice not at all convincing. "Thank you, Master. Please continue hitting me with the crop."

This time as the crop struck her whole body jerked, forcing her up on her toes. Almost in slow motion Junie could see her mouth open in shocked pain and her eyes widen. "Thank you. Please again."

The weight on her nipples was swinging like a pendulum. Bob's voice as thoughtful, "Stand up, turn around and face me, Junie. Turn off the vibrator." Her hands were shaking so hard it was hard to find the buttons; it took her several tries to make it stop. As she carefully lowered the weight, the crop snapped into one of her nipples. It was everything that Junie could to keep from covering her breasts with her hands. A soft shriek of pain and outraged surprise broke from her lips. "Clasp your hands behind your back, Junie. And remember to thank your Master."

Junie put her hands behind her. Her shoulders were hunched, her head down, an almost involuntary protective posture. She whimpered out, "Thank you."

"Stand up straight, Junie. Arch your back. Offer your breasts up for my crop. Thank me again and beg for more."

Junie forced herself to stand up and thrust her breasts out. Her voice as shaky but louder, "Th... thank you... Master. Pl... please hit... hit..."

Suddenly Bob's voice was sharp. "Hit what, bitch?"

Junie's eyes flashed to his face, "Hit my breasts, Master. Hit my nipples." She spoke fast breathlessly. "Please, please."

As Bob raised the crop she whimpered and tensed, her eyes closing.

"No, Junie. You look your Master in the eyes."

Junie was shivering in terror as she opened her eyes. Bob's eyes were soft and seemed filled with gentle understanding. He nodded, and struck. Junie convulsed and wailed, but kept her eyes locked on his. "Thank you, Master. Please again." This time her voice was soft and with only the slightest tremor. 

"That is enough for now. Sit down for a few minutes. Take a rest. I will be back in few minutes." He leaned down and switched on the vibrator, the vibrations seemed to stop and start, going up and down. After he was gone Junie looked at the controls, they indicated he had put it on random. She noticed that each stage seemed to last about thirty seconds. 

Bob came back, dragging a hand push lawn mower. Leaving it parked, he walked up to Junie. "Lie back on the lounger, Junie." As she lay back Junie was very aware of a feeling of calmness that seemed to take her over. Her awareness was focused completely on Bob, listening to his voice, watching his eyes and hands. It seemed all the sensations shaking her body were coming from him.

Bob reached down and taking a nipple clamp in each hand he freed both her nipples at the same time. "We've got to let the blood back in every so often." Junie opened her lips and groaned as the pain shot through her nipples. She made no effort to fight the urge to vocalize her pain. It was part of what he wanted from her. She gave it to him as naturally as she kept her hands soft and still at her sides. She arched her back lifting herself up to his hands as they massaged her nipples. 

"Thank you, Master." Both of them knew she was thanking him for the pain.

As he replaced each clamp she thanked him again.

The pins on her labia were not so tight but he removed them as well, massaging the blood back into them, watching her face as she squirmed, and moaned soft whimpers of pleasure instead of pain. Lifting herself up on her elbows she watched as he put the pins back, her eyes calm and curious. With each touch she breathed, "Thank you, Master," a soft, almost mindless mantra.

As he pressed the wand vibrator to her, she arched, lifting her pelvis, seeking the sensation. Her voice was throaty and soft, "Yes, Master, thank you, Master." Carefully balancing herself on the edge of ecstasy, she kept her eyes locked on his. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. When she knew she could not last another second, she almost languidly reached down and pushed the vibrator away. Her body was curved in a tight arch, breathing through her open mouth deep shuddering gasps; she hovered there trembling on the brink for what seemed an eternity.

Bob stood there, still and watching, the still buzzing wand in his hand. Junie's eyes never left his, lost in the pride she could see there in them. As the tension slowly eased and she could finally speak again, all the words she needed were, "Thank you, Master." 

"That was very close. You either flirt with failure or you know yourself very well."

Junie just smiled, not sure if she knew that answer, not sure she could find the words to express it if he asked.

"Stand up; it's time for some work." Bob pulled her to her feet and headed to the mower. Junie followed, stepping down the stairs carefully, her legs spread to keep from catching the clothes pins hanging down from her labia. He reached into his pocket and handed her a pair of brand new bright yellow gardening gloves. "Look, they match your outfit."

Junie pulled on the gloves and looked dubiously at the mower. She had never even used one of these hand push lawn mowers, and the lawn around the house seemed to stretch on forever. Bob watched her face and laughed. "Just mow around the edges. I will be on the riding mower." 

Junie nodded and bracing her legs, carefully keeping them apart, she gave the mower an experimental shove. It moved forward sluggishly, the blade started to spin, a sparkling spinning whir. Bob nodded. "You will figure it out. It's about keeping up a rhythm, the blades have a momentum. Once you get them spinning, it will be easier if you keep them spinning."

It was not easy at all. The weight swinging from her nipple clamps swung violently every time she pushed and then pulled back the mower. Each step she took made the plug in her ass shift. It did not help that she had to strain to push the mower, forcing her to tense her stomach and pelvic muscles, tightening them around the vibrator in her cunt and the intruder in her ass. The varying vibrations in the egg seemed to catch her mid stride and at least once she had to stop and stand half crouched, breathing through her open mouth, as the high setting almost pushed her over the edge. 

Junie was not used to heavy physical exercise. It did not take long for the muscles in her arms to start to ache and then burn. She tried to keep up a steady rhythm, to keep the blade spinning, but it was nearly impossible. Each time she saw the blade starting to spin down she would whimper and shove again, wanting to avoid the struggle to get it up to speed again. 

Bob was riding around and around the property, dragging a larger version of her mower behind a small tractor. She could feel his eyes on her each time he rode past her. When she could not push the mower one more time, she stood over it, gasping for breath, glaring at it, flexing her arms to relieve the burning. Bob brought the tractor to stop near her and called, "Time to take a break."  Junie felt herself jerk her eyes to him, still angry over the failure of her strength. "Thank you, Master." This time the calmness was gone, her voice was exhausted and slightly acid. She pulled off the gloves and threw them down beside the mower in a jerky violent gesture.

Bob's eyebrow arched. "Go take a break, Junie. Go lie down on the lounger." Junie marched up to the deck, walking tall and straight, not caring if the pins on her labia caught between her thighs as she walked, ignoring the painful jerks and yanks on her flesh. 

Junie almost threw herself down on the lounger, intensely aware of the anger rising up inside her. Junie rarely allowed herself to feel angry, preferring to avoid confrontation. This was a very alien feeling and she was too tired to fight it.

Bob stood, looking down at her, their eyes locked together. Junie stared hotly back at him until feelings of confusion and fear beat back the anger and her eyes faltered and shifted. Bob nodded wordlessly and walked into the house. He returned and handed her a tall glass of water. Junie was instantly aware of being intensely thirsty. She drank down the whole glass and stared at the bottom, wishing that there was more. This time her words were genuine, "Thank you, Sir."

"Stand up and grab the back of the lounger. Stick your ass out." Junie quailed for the briefest of instants, realizing that this was going to be a cycle; pain, pleasure, frustration, work, and finally exhaustion. As she pulled herself to stand, she wondered how many times she could go through this before she snapped and ran away.

Again she gripped the back of the chair, her eyes staring at the swinging weight that seemed intent on tearing her nipples off. She idly took in how her shoes were stained green and blades of grass were stuck in the sweat and sunscreen on her legs. Junie made no effort to stifle her yell of pain as he struck her ass with the crop. Her voice was both resigned and angry as she barked out, "Thank you, Master. Please hit me again." Bob did not relent until she was sobbing brokenly, all anger gone from her voice. Her words a confused blend of begging for his blows mixed with pleading for mercy.

When he told her to turn around and put her hands behind her back she was sobbing almost hysterically. He snapped her sharply three times on each nipple, alternating between each one. This time Junie did not find peace, twisting and jerking, she screamed her 'thank you' almost incoherently with each blow. 

Bob's voice was neutral, again in that conversational tone "Lie down on the lounger again." 

Between sobs Junie begged, "Please sir, I have to go pee." Her voice was almost childlike. 

Bob pointed away from the house. "Piss in the woods, bitch."

Junie was shocked into silence and looked at him unsure if she had heard him correctly. Then she seemed to shrink into herself. She slunk off the deck, walked out past the edge of the lawn and into the woods. She crouched, pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, and peed. 

As she returned to the deck, there was no pride left in her walk, just a struggle to minimize the jerking of the pins and the swing of the weight on her nipples. She lowered herself onto the lounger and looked up at Bob, her eyes accepting but filled with sadness. 

His eyes met hers as he removed the clamps. Her mouth made a soft circle and she wailed. It felt like her nipples were on fire. His fingers felt like rasps scraping the skin off her as he massaged her flesh, each roll of her of her flesh between his fingertips forcing another wail from her.

"Your nipples are getting very sensitive. I kind of like that." A tiny part of Junie's mind, perhaps the last scrap of sanity she had left, thought that this relaxed conversational tone of Bob's was the most frightening of all. 

As he replaced the clamps, Junie's voice was a terrified squeal. "Thank you, Master."

After he massaged the blood back into her labia and replaced the pins he held up the wand vibrator. "I would not suggest pushing so close to the edge. You don't seem to be quite as in control of your emotions as last time." 

Junie watched as he put the wand to her, wondering why she had not gone numb. It seemed each time he touched that thing to her it was more intense, her clitoris as sore and sensitive as her nipples. It did not take very long before she was gasping and pushing away the vibrator, her hand almost spastic in her rush to slap it away.

While Junie had not allowed herself to stray too close the limits of her abilities, it seemed to take far, far longer for the urge to come to subside. Junie found herself franticly turning off the egg buried in her cunt when the random setting started buzzing on high. "Please, Master, could we put it on another setting. It almost got me."

"Put it on medium for now."

"Thank you, Master."

"You know what's next."

Junie nodded sadly and headed back to the mower. Pulling on the gloves she gripped the handles of the mower and went back to work. It hurt like hell; her nipples were in constant agony, almost eclipsing the sensations coming from her cunt and ass. Junie gritted her teeth and focused on mowing, soft whines of pain leaking out of her, with each shove and pull back. 

This time the rhythm seemed to become a refuge, and she let it flow over her, like the pain. Numbly pushing and pulling, her breathing flowing with the work, each exhale a soft moan of pain, Junie lost all awareness of anything beyond her body and the whirling blade of the mower. She did not notice when Bob turned off the tractor and came to stand beside her. She did not stop when he spoke to her, and she looked up at him startled and disoriented, when he put his hands over hers, forcing him to stop.

"Junie. Stop!"

Junie stood swaying looking at him, her eyes puzzled, her arms hanging at her sides, her body drenched in sweat. Her breathing still held the rhythm of the work, whimpering softly with each exhalation, completely unaware of herself.

"Go up on the deck. Take a break."

Her awkward, straddle legged walk, was almost natural now. Again everything seemed to move in slow motion. Her body still felt on fire but her mind was numb. 

When Bob handed her the glass of water she greedily drank it down and was up and standing ready for his crop before he told her to stand. Oddly she felt excited, almost impatient. Junie tossed her hair and looked over her shoulder at Bob, her anticipation apparent. 

As the crop struck her ass it hurt. Junie was pretty sure it hurt worse than the last two times; her scream of pain rang out across the lawn and echoed back from the trees. Yet when she spoke, her voice was calm, almost jubilant. "Thank you, Master. Please may I have more?" There was no question in her mind. She wanted more. She arched her back and reached out with her ass, her body begging for the blow, craving everything her Master wanted to give her.

When Bob told her to stand and face the crop, she smiled and eagerly arched her back. "Yes, please hit them. Hit this fucking bitch's nipples." He struck once and she stopped, covered her breasts with both hands and hunched over, suddenly struggling against the unexpected orgasm that seemed to come out of nowhere. Pulling her panties to one side Junie yanked the egg out and stood shuddering and fighting. It took a long time before she stood again, a soft trickle of blood coming from the corner of her mouth from where she had bitten her lip.

She took a long shuddering breath. "I am sorry, Master. I did not expect that." Tucking the egg back inside of herself she once more put her hands behind her back. "Thank you, Master. Please start again."

Bob reached out and wiped the blood from her chin and put his fingers into his mouth. "Junie, how are you feeling?"

"Feeling, Master? I am feeling happy. Please hit me. Hit this bitch's nipples." Her eyes were glassy.

"No we don't need to do that anymore."

"No?" Her tone was confused.

"Lie down on the lounger, Junie."

"Yes, Master." Junie moved languidly, lying down. Bob left her nipple clamps on but unwound the vibrator control from the chain connecting them. He removed the clothespins from her labia and massaged them, carefully avoiding any contact with her swollen red clitoris. Junie sighed and squirmed under his touch.  Her eyes looked startled as he pulled off her saturated panties and removed the still vibrating egg. Her whole cunt looked swollen and red. "I am going to take you now Junie and when I tell you to come you will come for me won't you?"

"Oh yes, Master. Fuck me, please."

Bob kicked off his shoes and pulled down his pants. Junie's eyes were locked on his. Lifting the end of the lounger up, he adjusted the legs so it was high, raising Junie's ass higher than her head and flipping her over, he pushed into her cunt from behind. "You will come only when I say, every time I say."

Each thrust pushed the butt plug into her ass. Her nipples shot stabs of agony from rubbing on the plastic cover of the lounger cushion.  Junie could not move, her legs did not touch the ground. Each lunge into her was exquisite agony. Again she found herself fighting with every fiber of her soul to keep from coming. Junie found herself babbling. "Thank you. Thank you. Oh god. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!" Each exclamation was louder than the next. Bob reached under her and released the nipple clamps and growled. "Now, bitch. Come now!"

For the briefest second the world stood still. Junie froze as the white hot agony shot through her and she teetered on the cusp of her climax. It was like her body could not believe it was finally permitted. Bob reached down, grabbed her hair and lifted, pulling hard, forcing her to arch her back and gripped one her nipples, jerking it cruelly. Junie lifted her head and grated out a long whining whimper as she let go and fell, her body convulsing, her cries growing louder in her ears as her ecstasy built instead of diminished. 

Bob rode her bucking body hard and fast. Each thrust forcing another long grunting spasm from her, her cries hoarse and primitive. The endless clenching spasms of her cunt around him sent him over the edge. He lunged deep, his whole body quivering, pumping his come deep into her. Junie's legs went rigid and then she let out a strangled scream and went limp.

Junie's only movement as he eased himself back and forth inside her cunt was the repeated clenching of her muscles around his slowly softening cock. Her hair lay over her face and her hands lay limp and motionless; the only response to his slowly corkscrewing the butt plug from her ass, was a slight tremor in her thigh muscles and an echoing jerk in her fingers.

Bob gently called her name. "Junie, Junie, wake up." 

It was a measure of her lesson that she almost instantly lifted her head, her eyes bleary and her voice fogged with exhaustion. "Yes, Master."

"Get up, Junie. Walk into the house. Go to your bedroom."

"Yes, Master."

For a few seconds her legs waved helplessly, unable to touch the deck, her brain unable to process what needed to be done. Bob lowered the end of the lounge chair and once her feet touched down she seemed to find her bearings. Bob smiled softly to himself. Her strides still held the awkward widened stance that she had adopted when the clothespins had held her labia painfully pinched and stretched.  Junie walked right past Donna, apparently oblivious of her presence and staggered into her bedroom. Once in her room she stopped and stood, waiting for her next directive, incapable of any initiative of her own.




Joining the Circle Ch. 05



Bob followed her into her room and unfastened her bra and let it fall down her arms to the floor. Pulling her hair back from her neck he gently kissed the corner of her neck. A shiver shook her whole body. "Get on the bed, Junie."

Junie climbed onto the bed and lay on her back. Her eyes found his and waited. Bob sat down and touched his fingers against her clitoris and pressed down. "Come for me, Junie." He smiled in triumph as she arched and convulsed under his fingers.

He pulled a blanket up over her. "Sleep, Junie." Her eyes snapped shut.  As he walked from her room her sleepy voice followed him out. "Thank you, Master."

Junie was disoriented when she woke up. Donna was shaking her shoulder. "Wake up, Junie. Come on, you've had a long enough nap."

At the sound of Donna's voice, Junie tensed and then for an instant shrank away from her touch. Just as quickly she stopped and softened under Donna's hand but her voice was soft and reserved, "Oh, I am sorry, Ma'am. Did you call me?"

Donna gave her a puzzled look and then smiled gently. "Over and over, you were totally zonked out." 

Their eyes met briefly and then Junie's slid to one side. She tried to sit up and lay back groaning, "Oh man."

"A little sore?"

"A lot sore, Ma'am." Junie's eyes were looking anywhere but at Donna.

"Come on. Get up. Climb into the shower. Some hot water will help."

"Yes, Ma'am." Junie gritted her teeth and levered herself out of the bed. 

Donna was in her bathroom and already had the hot water running. Before she let Junie get into the water, she handed Junie two white tablets. "Just aspirin. It will help. Drink all the water."

Junie obediently swallowed down the medicine and drank down the whole glass of water. "What time is it, Ma'am?"  "Almost 6:00, go on get in the shower." Junie felt a brief spasm of anxiety. She had not thought about what to make for dinner. But it passed quickly. As she woke up more and more, she was becoming increasingly aware of a euphoric sense of calmness. She was aware she was smiling as she let the warm water wash over her stiff and aching muscles. The needles from the shower stung her nipples and she looked down and saw they were swollen and red. 

When she got out from the shower, Junie took inventory of her body. Her ass was scored with numerous welts and red marks and she suspected some of them would turn black by the morning. Her nipples were swollen and almost raw. Her cunt seemed unchanged but her clitoris seemed amazingly hypersensitive. Her whole body felt like she had been beaten with a stick. Junie knew that in the morning, moving would be a trial.

Bob was in the kitchen as Junie came out of the bathroom, naked and drying her hair, on the way back to her bedroom. She froze, her eyes locked on his, suddenly unable to move.

His eyes casually slid down her naked body. Junie found her nipples hardening into painful knots, her cunt warming and moistening. She knew that her flesh was swelling. Automatically she turned to face him, her legs spreading apart, her face flushed.  

Bob kept her trapped with his gaze. His eyes burned into her. Junie could feel her heart beginning to race and a soft tremble shook the backs of her legs. A soft whimper shook her as she felt a tremor shake the muscles in her cunt. It seemed like the vibrator was somehow back inside her.

"Junie." His voice caused her to start and shiver.

She had to swallow before she could speak. In a soft whisper she responded. "Yes, Master."

"Go get dressed."

Junie instantly turned and disappeared into her room. Her words of, "Yes, Master, thank you, Master," hung in the air after she left. 

Donna spoke to Bob from where she was sitting at the table. "I don't think she even noticed I was here."

Bob walked to her and stroked her hair. "It's necessary. She could not truly have two Masters. Her subservience to you will have to come through me. Having you train her was confusing to both of you. It put our circle at risk."

"I know. She is responding to you very quickly. I thought she was going to orgasm from you just looking at her."

"If I had told her to, she would have tried. Did you watch us today?"

"Yes. You had her twisting. All her senses seemed overloaded and then you made her push the mower."

"What really broke her was when she asked to pee and I told her to go to the woods."

"What do you have planned for tonight?"

"We will start with a brief respite, a little soothing and gentleness, and an acknowledgment of her progress, then a harsh push on her limits. She has not really broken yet. I will need your help with this. We will blindfold her and put on headphones. She will not know it is not me."

Donna lowered her eyes. "As you command, my Master."

Junie was wearing a set of soft sweats and her green stained athletic shoes when she came out. She still had a dreamy look, her movements slow and lazy. She seemed to only have eyes for Bob. 

The table was set with a simple cold meal. There was a big green salad, the salmon salad that Junie had made the night before, sliced cheese and a big plate of toast. Junie smiled happily. "Dinner looks wonderful."

Bob grinned. "It was easy. You did a lot of it yesterday. I bet you are hungry."

Junie looked thoughtful, a tiny shy smile on her lips, her eyes locked on Bob's. "I guess I ought to be, but for some reason I don't feel very hungry."

"You had a big day. You need to keep your strength up." Bob served her some salad, topping it with salmon and cheese. He handed her a piece of toast. "Eat."

Junie picked up her fork. "Yes, Sir."

Donna looked over her plate. "How are your stiff muscles, Junie?"

Junie looked up from her plate; her eyes glanced at Bob and then turned to Donna. "They feel a little better, Ma'am. The aspirin helped a lot. Thank you." As she said thank you her eyes darted to Bob.

Junie ate a small bowl of strawberries but shook her head at the cream. "No, thank you. I really don't feel very hungry, Master." 

Donna stood up. "Come on, Junie, let's hurry up and clean up this mess."

"Yes, Ma'am." Junie stood but looked at Bob uncertainly as she picked up the dishes off the table. When Bob stood, Junie froze for a brief second, her eyes following him out the door. She took a step to follow, and then stopped herself.

Donna put her arm around Junie. "Don't worry, he is going to check on the dogs and he said something about turning on the hot tub. A nice long hot soak would be just the thing for your sore muscles."

Junie looked distracted, her eyes returning to the door that Bob had gone out. "Yes, Ma'am." Junie turned and began to wipe off the counter, her eyes avoiding Donna.

Donna watched Junie, her head tipped to one side. It was clear that Junie had completely moved all her allegiance to Bob. Donna expected that. She knew it needed to happen. But she had not expected this avoidance. Junie appeared almost fearful of her. 

Donna was tempted to push at this fearfulness, to toy with Junie's feelings. She wasn't sure if she wanted to reassure Junie, to try and soothe her fears or to just indulge a sadistic impulse. She knew that curiosity had a great deal to do with it. She pushed away the impulse. Bob had a plan and he would be very displeased if she interfered. 

When the door opened and Bob walked in, Junie's whole demeanor changed. She stopped all movement and stood very still, her eyes locked on him. She had a happy, eager look on her face. All her focus was on waiting for his words, his look.

Junie quivered when Bob spoke, each word sending a shiver down her back. "Hot tub is going. Junie, get us some towels and come on out." 

"Yes, Master." Junie darted off toward the linen closet.

Junie was standing by the hot tub, still dressed in her sweat suit, a stack of towels in her arms, when Bob and Donna walked out to the deck. They had both undressed in their room and were talking as they walked out. "She is learning balance too. It's possible that she links you to her experiences this morning. Your conversation with her happened almost immediately before I started with her. She most likely still senses her need and affection for you and I have cautioned her to remember her role. But it's important to remember she is not thinking very much at all. She is functioning on almost pure emotion now."

Both of them stopped and smiled at Junie. Bob praised her, "Good job, Junie. I am pleased you are already standing here. Go ahead and put the towels down over here and take off your clothes."

"Yes, Master."

Bob and Donna climbed into the water and sat side by side facing toward the lake. When Junie had taken off her clothing, she stood with her eyes on Bob. He held out his hand and when she took it he urged her into the hot tub. "Sit here by me, Junie."  

The water was hot, a lot hotter than Junie was used to for a hot tub. She felt her heart beating hard and when her nipples sank into the hot water she gasped softly. Bob wrapped and arm around each woman with a broad grin. "I truly am a lucky Master." 

It did not take long before Junie's heart was racing and sweat rolled down her face. Bob's arm held her down deep in the water and she was reluctant to move away from his embrace. Junie found herself breathing in short puffs trying to pull the cool evening air into her lungs. "Getting a little too hot, Sweet Junie?"

"Yes, Master."

"Go ahead and get us all a big glass of water. Put lots of ice in them."

Junie crawled out of the hot water and swayed suddenly dizzy when she first stood up. She took a deep breath and headed to the kitchen, her progress a little crooked as she tried to keep her balance. She was out in just a minute with three tall glasses of water and ice. She knelt and offered the tray to Bob. He took a glass and handed it to Donna and took one for himself. "Thank you, Junie. Come on back in. If you get too hot just put an ice cube in your mouth and suck it. It will help."

Junie set the tray within easy reach and climbed back into the hot water. This time it was a lot easier, the heat of the water no longer a surprise. She could feel her muscles relaxing. Taking a sip of the icy cold water she sighed and snuggled up under Bob's arm.

The ice cubes did help. When her glass got empty, Bob sent her back to the kitchen to get more. They all three sat for a long time, not speaking, watching the dark blue evening sky turn purple and then black. They sky was filled with stars and the crescent moon was rising in the sky when Bob stood and spoke softly. "That's enough of this."

You might recognize this story as one I had up in the past, under the title Northwest Hunters. I took it down for revision and a brief flirtation with possible publication.

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Joining the Circle Ch. 06



Chapter 6: Joining the Circle.

Junie felt her whole body quivering with fatigue. It felt like it took all the rest of her energy to dry off. When she picked up her clothing she looked uncertainly at Bob. He touched her face, "Don't worry about getting dressed, Junie. Put your clothes away in your room and come on back out to the front room. I have something I need you to do for me tonight." 

"Yes, Master." Junie grabbed the wet towels and headed in. She was standing by the dining room table, her hand stifling a huge yawn when Bob came out of his room. He was fully dressed, and Junie noticed he had the wand vibrator on his hip and the crop on the other. 

Instantly she was alert, her whole body trembling. A flush of anticipation and dread spilled over her. She could feel spreading warmth, starting at the crown of her head, flowing down her shoulders and over her body. Her nipples tightened and the rush of blood to her loins was intense and almost painful. Her clitoris pulsated, throbbing in perfect unison with the palpitations of her heart. Bob spoke in clipped sentences, his eyes on her, curious, almost clinical. "Go downstairs. Stand in the middle of the room. Clasp your hands behind your back. Close your eyes. Wait for me."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."

Junie almost floated downstairs. Her exhaustion and euphoria seemed to have lifted her, lightened her. Her heart was racing but her breathing was deep and calm.

Bob found her standing exactly as he had directed. There was no question about that. When he touched her cheek with the back of his hand her eye lids quivered, but remained closed. He slipped a blindfold over her eyes. "This will help." He took a bottle of lotion, a deep moisturizing skin conditioner, thoroughly massaging it into her skin. It smelled strongly of mint and eucalyptus. Junie could feel a cool tingling in her skin that rapidly turned to deep warmth. It hurt as he rubbed it into her nipples, an intense burning sting. His fingers worked it thoroughly into the folds of her cunt, and again she was assailed by the same burning sting. As his fingers wormed their way into her bottom, working the lotion deep up her backside Junie could not help but squirm and gasp. The growing heat and now itching was maddening. She could feel her moisture running down her legs. Taking a length of rope he tied her hands behind her back, but made sure that she had a wide spacer between her wrists and then anchored them to a rope wrapped around her waist. "Does that feel okay on your shoulders?" 

"Yes, Master."

Bob stroked her face and then, gripping the back of her neck, he kissed her. His lips harsh and demanding, taking what he wanted. He bit her lip and pulled it deep into his mouth sucking on it. Junie strained against him, grinding her breasts and hips against the rough surface of his clothing. When he released her mouth, she was breathing hard, her lips red and swollen. 

"Junie, I know you already had a long day. Now you are going to have a long night." He kissed her lightly on the lips but teasingly pulled away when she leaned in and opened her mouth for him. "You are doing very well, Junie. Keep up the good work." 

"Thank you, Master." Her voice was a breathless whisper, haunted by an echo of fear.

"Good girl." His hands cupped and lifted her heavy breast. Digging his fingers into her soft flesh he lifted them, weighing them with his hands. "You have such nice heavy breasts." He pinched her nipples between his fingers and lifted, raising the weight of her breasts. Junie shifted on her feet, standing up on her toes, trying to ease the pull on her sore nipples. She gasped, and whimpered. "So sensitive, so responsive, I fucking love your tits."

Bob pulled the nipple clamps from his pocket. "Let's make them pretty, why don't we?" When he clamped the metal teeth into her swollen tortured nipple, Junie begged for the first time. "Please, Master. Oh god, my nipples hurt so badly. Please no."

Bob stopped, his voice cool. "Are you using your safe word?"

Junie stopped and pressed her lips together, and took several deep breaths through her nose. "No, Master. I am sorry. I am ready."

When he attached the second clamp Junie did not cry out but her body jerked and shuddered. She did not make another sound until he attached a rope to the chain stretched between the clamps and using the pulley in the ceiling began to pull up on the clamps, raising her heavy flesh up, stretching her nipples, forcing them to support the weight of her large breasts. Only then did she cry out, a long soft ululating wail, a ragged inhale and another. Junie danced on her toes, trying to ease the agony in her nipples. 

Bob stepped back and watched, waiting to see how she would adjust, if she could. Eventually she found some middle ground, some place of balance and stood on trembling tiptoes, her cries diminishing into a series moaning sobs. Ever the perfectionist, Bob frowned at a slight imbalance in the tension on her nipples and slid the rope slightly to the left on the chain between her nipples. Junie again danced and squalled in pain. 

"Stand like that for ten minutes and I will let you down."

"Yes, Master." She grated the words out between clenched teeth.

When he returned he slipped a pair of headphones over her ears, lifting one up he whispered in her ear, "Eight more minutes." Turning on the classical music, he reached up and sharply, almost scientifically, flicked both nipples simultaneously. Again Junie screamed, a series of short staccato squalls, as she tried to raise up taller than possible on her toes and staggered. It was a desperate dance with only pain as its reward.

When she only had one minute left, he took the crop and snapped it against one of her swollen scarlet nipples. Junie did not move, she just opened her mouth and screamed. As soon as she caught her breath and inhaled, he struck the other. Her scream was ragged and seemed to go on forever.

When he lowered the tension on her nipples, Junie was sobbing deep ragged sobs, trying to say something but she could not get the words out. Eventually she choked out, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." Her words were an endless, hysterical babble.

When he unfastened the clamps on Junie's nipples, she shuddered and moaned, too tired to scream. He untied her hands and pushed her over to the St. Andrew's cross. Soon he had her bound, stretched tight and spread out on the dark wood. Junie sagged against her bonds, her strength gone, and her head lolling back. 

Lifting the headphones off her head, Bob spoke sharply, "Don't fall asleep on me, Junie. Hold your head up. If you let your head fall, I will hang you up by your tits again." As a warning, he snapped the crop into one of her nipples. Junie wailed and held her head up high.

Junie's nipples were distended and almost purple. Bob gently cupped her breasts and crooned as she flinched in fear at his touch. "Sweet sweet Junie, I could torture your nipples all night but I think they have had all that they can take for now." He leaned down and delicately licked one and Junie convulsed in her bindings. "So sensitive, so responsive, I want them like this all the time."

Taking the vibrator, he turned it on low and touched it lightly against a nipple. Junie whimpered and quivered. Bob traced a path down her belly and teased it around her cunt. Lightly tickling along her outer lips and then down the insides of her thighs. 

The ropes were too tight to do more that squirm. Junie strained toward the sensation, seeking pleasure to soothe her torment. When Bob slid the vibrator between her lips and pressed it firmly against her clit, she froze and let out a soft moan. "Oh yes, thank you, Master."

Bob turned the setting up higher, and cautioned, "Don't come, Junie. You know you must wait."

"Yes, Master, I must wait." She repeated his words in a soft monotone. Her body was a chaotic confusion of pain, exhaustion and pleasure. Her mind focused on his voice, the only thing left to hang onto. His words becoming her only will. 

Soon Junie was puffing like she had run a marathon. Her body was surging against her bindings. Her moans of ecstasy sounded loud in her ears. It seemed like she had no control of any part of her physical self, yet she knew that if Bob said for her to wait she would. If he said to stop breathing, she would have sealed her lips. She let the waves of pleasure from the wand vibrator lift and toss her, focusing on them, savoring them, and yet waiting for his words. 

Junie fell silent. Holding her head high, she felt her limbs go soft and pliant. She felt a soft smile curve her lips. Somehow she was there and not there. Intensely aware of a huge orgasm that seemed to build endlessly, pent up in her body, it seemed like her mind was floating, watching from a distance.

Junie was only vaguely aware of the change in sensation when Bob pulled the vibrator away from her. She flinched and involuntarily blinked when he pulled the blindfold from her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered and then closed. "Junie, open your eyes. Look at me."

Bob's face was only inches from hers. Junie strained to focus and then sank into his electric blue depths. He was not touching her at all when he spoke softly, "I am your Master, Junie. Come for me. Give your Master your orgasm." It was like his words crashed into her, battering down the dam holding back a flood of ecstasy. 

Again her body fought against the ropes, seeking that primal arch, instinctively trying to lift her cunt to the sky. Her head snapped back as her neck arched, tearing her eyes from his. Her mouth strained, open wide, but no sound came from her mouth. She hung there for an eternity, and then fell, spinning, spiraling down. Junie wailed a soft vibrating call that grew louder and then dwindled in a soft series of broken words. "Yes. Yes. Yes."

As Junie's body began to surge and undulate against the ropes, Bob struck. The crop snapped directly on her cunt, searing into her clitoris. With each of her words, he struck again.

Junie felt like she was turning inside out, a flame consuming her, turning her into a brilliant luminous being. Her whole body jerking, spasming as flash after flash of heat and light forced her muscles to contract. With each snap of the crop, Junie called to him. "Yes. Yes. Yes." Junie had no sense of time. She fell, a flaming meteor, one with infinity. All awareness was gone when her body surrendered, her strength failing, and she finally crashed to earth. 

Her body hung limp, soaked with sweat, her only movement the rise and fall of her chest, stirred by her panting breath. Bob touched her face and then her nipple. There was no change in the rhythm of Junie's breathing. He replaced the blindfold and the headphones.

Junie woke to the sensation of icy wetness on her lips. Her head lifted as she woke, her muscles remembering before she was even aware she had let it drop. Her tongue reached out and touched the ice cube that was being run across her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked greedily at the moisture. A soft moan of pleasure sighed up as the ice cube was pushed between her lips and into her mouth.

"Oh, thank you, Master." Her words gurgled through the water in her mouth. Junie greedily sucked on the ice, holding the water in her mouth, reveling in sensation. She only swallowed when the ice had completely melted. The music roared in her ears, pounding, invasive, yet somehow easy to push to the edge of her awareness. The blindfold kept her in perfect darkness. She could not even smell him, the pungent mint of the lotion he had rubbed over her filling her nostrils.

Junie had no sense of time. She hung from the ropes holding her securely to the cross, her body relaxed except for her neck. Bob had told her to stay awake, to keep her head held up straight. He had threatened painful punishment if she failed, but Junie knew he had not needed to do that. She would do it simply because he had told her to.

Junie's mind floated. Her skin felt oddly tingly, nothing hurt particularly but she was very aware of her nipples throbbing. When a second ice cube touched her lips, Junie flinched and then opened her mouth like a bird, sucking the precious wetness. "Mmm... Thank you, Master." 

Again she hung, alone in a timeless universe. It was getting increasingly difficult to hold up her head. Waves of sleepiness, flooded over her, warm and irresistible. Her head wobbled on her shoulders. Almost instantly a white hot pain seared through her nipple, and then the other. A squeal of shock burst from Junie's mouth. She held her head up high. "Thank you, Master."

The next time she felt the waves of sleep creeping up on her, Junie shook her head trying to fight the weakness. She spoke, her voice muted by the music in her ears, "Please, Master, help me. Hit me some more. Wake me up."

As the crop stroked across her flesh, lightly tickling her skin, circling around her nipples, Junie arched as much as her binding allowed and breathed, "Yes please, Master. I need it."

When the pain flashed through her, she cried out, "Yes, thank you, Master. Please more. Please harder."

Junie was still begging for more when the blows stopped. Her nipples burned with pain. Her tears were dripping off her chin. Her body shaking with sobs. "Don't stop. Please, please don't stop. Don't leave me alone."

She struggled against the ropes, mindlessly trying to reach the crop, to touch anything. When the ice cube was pressed against her lips she sucked it down and whimpered for another. When there was nothing more, no ice or pain, she dissolved into sobs.

Junie did not realize when she started talking to herself. Soft little mutters. "Need to remember to call work in the morning. Dinner, I haven't planned anything for dinner. I wonder what time it is. It will be okay. I wonder what my apartment looks like. I have to do something about getting my car fixed. Keep your head up, head up, head up, up, up." Her lips whispered, muttering soft random vocalized thoughts that she could not hear over the roar of the music in her ears. 

When she felt Bob's fingers on her lips, gently hushing her words, she moaned and pressed her lips against his fingers. She whispered in delight. "Master, oh my Master, you are here."

The headphones slipped from her ears and Junie sighed at the sudden silence. She tipped her head, listening, seeking the tiniest hint of her Master. "Tell me how you are feeling, Junie." His words came from close by, she could almost feel his breath on her skin. She felt her head tip toward the sound, a flower seeking the sun.

"How I am feeling? I feel fine, Master." A tiny drunken giggle spilled from Junie's lips. "Master, could I have another ice cube please?" 

"They melted, Junie. They all melted a long time ago."

"Oh, that's too bad. I loved them." Junie's voice was filled with profound sadness, like she had been told of the loss of something precious. 

"Tell me how you are feeling, Junie." His words came from close by.

"Fine, Master, I feel really fine." Junie tried to think. He had asked that before, asked how she was feeling. "How do you want me to feel?" It was a genuine question. There was not the slightest bit of sarcasm or guile in her voice.

The blindfold was lifted from her eyes. Junie blinked and smiled happily at her Master. "Oh, there you are. Hi." 

Bob smiled back, his eyes indulgent. "Hello, Junie."

Junie giggled. "Don't worry; bleach is very effective in taking out odors and stains."

Bob blinked and looked at Junie, his eyes measuring. "Yes, it is. Why are you thinking about bleach?"

"The window in my car is broken." Junie said the words with conviction, like it was the most logical thing in the world.

Bob shook his head. "Be quiet, Junie." He began to untie her from the cross. "Do you think you can stand up?" 

"Stand up, stand up, up, up, up. I can stand up." Junie giggled again, and repeated, "Don't fall asleep on me, Junie. Hold your head up, head up, up, up, up."

Bobs voice was sharp and directive. "Junie, hush now."

"Yes Master, hushing up, up, up."

When her legs were untied she tried to put them under her. They quivered and shook and it took Junie several tries. "I am going to untie your arms now. I will be close by. Hold onto me."

Bob freed one of her arms and putting his arm around her waist and pulling her tight against him, he freed the second. Junie sagged against him, her legs initially refusing to hold her up. Junie threw her arms around his neck and blurted out, "Oops." 

Bob caught her and held her tightly, "Come on, Junie. Stand up."

"I am." Junie looked up into his face, her eyes absolutely sincere, oblivious to her legs buckling under her.

"Okay, take a step with me." Bob stepped back a small step and Junie staggered with him, her feet fumbling on the floor. "Again." This time Junie managed a little better. They continued their dance, swaying and inching across the floor. 

By the time they reached the foot of the stairs, Junie was managing to hold her weight, if not her balance. She seemed to be a little more in touch with reality. "Oh my. Sorry, Master. Where are we going?"

"Upstairs, Junie, it's time to take a rest."

"Rest?" Junie said the word like she was not sure of its meaning.

"Yes, little girl, you have earned a rest. All you have to do is get yourself up these stairs."

Junie looked at the steep staircase with its sharp turns. It looked like a precipice. "I could crawl?" Her tone was not at all convinced. 

"That would be a good idea." Bob unwound her arms from his neck, turned her around and gave her a gentle push to get her started. 

Junie did not crawl so much as just use her hands on the stairs to hold her balance and help pull up. She stood swaying at the top. "I made it." Her tone was proud.

"Yes you did. Let's get you in bed."

"I would like that."

As they passed the bathroom, Junie paused, "I really need to pee."

Bob took her shoulders and steered her into the bathroom. Junie sat and let out a soft happy sound, "Ahhhhh... Oh, I like to pee."

Bob began to laugh.

As he tucked her into bed, Junie looked at him, her eyes suddenly clear and aware. "What day is it?"

"It's Monday, Junie."

"What time is it?"

"It's very early morning, almost 4:00 a.m."

Junie tried to get up, pushing against Bob's hands holding her down in the bed. "I need to get my phone. I need to leave a message at my work."

"Stay there. I will get your phone."

"Okay."

Junie stared at the phone and frowned. It took her a couple of minutes to remember why she wanted it. "Oh yeah, this is Junie Thomas. I am calling to let you know that I won't be in to work today. I am taking some vacation time. I had a personal emergency over the weekend. I will call in later today and talk with you about when I will be able to come back."

Junie turned off the phone and handed it back to Bob. "Thank you."

"Good girl. Go to sleep now."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master. I love you." Junie turned on her side and snuggled down under her covers and was asleep before he could respond. 

When Junie woke, before she even opened her eyes, she became intensely aware of how thirsty she was. Her mouth was dry and her lips were cracked. 

As she rolled over, she groaned, her stiff muscles screaming in protest. Forcing herself to stretch, she giggled softly to herself. She repeated, "Don't worry; bleach is very effective in taking out odors and stains." She giggled again. "What was I thinking?"

The previous night seemed almost like a dream. There were no pictures in her head, just a symphony of sensations, pain overlaid with pleasure. The only image was Bob's electric blue gaze boring into her eyes and his words, "Come now," then blinding light and ecstasy.

She remembered every detail of how the ice felt in her mouth as it melted, and the cool swallow of water as it soothed her throat.




Joining the Circle Ch. 06



Junie forced herself to her feet and stood swaying for a second. Her legs were agonizingly stiff, and the rest of her body was not much better. Pushing the mower and then balancing on her toes had taken their toll. She tottered to the door and peeked out. Donna was sitting at the table typing furiously on her lap top computer.

Junie cautiously greeted her. "Good morning, Ma'am."

Donna looked up and smiled gently. "Oh good morning, Junie, if you had slept any longer, I would have had to say good afternoon."

Junie nodded uncertainly, her eyes scanned the room for Bob. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Our Master has gone to town. He said to let you sleep as long as you needed."

"Yes, Ma'am." Junie shifted nervously, her eyes on the floor. Her tongue licked at her dry lips.

Donna got up and walked to Junie. She gently stroked Junie's hair and touched her face. Junie stood motionless, frozen. "Sweet, sweet Junie, I know you are struggling with your fears and feelings. Be reassured that you are doing very well. Our Master is very pleased. You do not have to be afraid of me."

Junie looked up startled. "Oh Ma'am, I am not afraid of you. I am afraid of me."

"What are you afraid of about yourself?"

"Loving you... of becoming confused again."

Donna made a sympathetic sound and wrapped her arms around Junie. "Is it so hard to love me?"

Junie held herself stiff in Donna's embrace. "It's not so hard. It's too easy." Junie gave a little hiccup of a sob. "I want to stay here with you, with our Master, so much. I am so afraid that I will mess this all up. I have already caused so much trouble."

"You are a silly girl! You have not been any trouble. You have been a delight. I have not seen our Master with so much spring in his step in years, if ever. He will never let you go now. You are stuck with us."

Junie looked confused. "But it is too soon. You said we would have to take our time."

Donna laughed, "You are right. We did say that; but it seems like the world has conspired against our well laid plans. Bob and I both believe that things happen for a reason. This seems meant to be, and neither of us are the sort to struggle against fate."

Junie's reserve melted. She wrapped her arms around Donna and hugged her fervently. "Oh, Ma'am, really?"

"Yes, Junie, really. Now our Master would be displeased with both of us if you have not taken care of yourself." Donna picked up Junie's hand and clinically pinched the skin. "You are dehydrated. I am not surprised; you were sweating like mad all day in the sun. Then Bob boiled you half to death in the hot tub. And judging from the sounds coming up from the basement last night, he put you through your paces down there as well. Let's get you a shower and start forcing some liquids. I have no idea what our Master has planned for us this afternoon."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Junie was scrubbed clean, dressed in clean clothes and sitting at the table. She had eaten one grilled cheese sandwich with fresh tomatoes and was nibbling on her second when Bob walked in the back door.

"Hey, sleepy head."

Junie beamed and chimed, "Hello, Master."

Bob dropped a bag on the table in front of her and leaned down, kissing the top of her head. "How is my girl?"

"I am stiff and sore, but I feel very happy and energized. Thank you for asking, Master."

"You look happy. Look in the bag, sexy girl."

Junie looked up at him, her eyes surprised and curious. She picked up the bag and looked in. She giggled with delight. She pulled out a matching bra and panty set, the same shade of yellow of the set that Bob had cut holes in the day before. "Oh thank you, Master. They are the perfect color."

"And they don't have holes in them."

"The holes served your purpose, Master. I could bind the edges of the holes in the old set." Junie paused, her eyes twinkling. "If you ever wanted to... um... have holes in them again."

"Flirt." Bob looked thoughtful and then grinned. "But go ahead and do that. I liked the way they looked. Perhaps you could alter a few more of your sets."

"Actually, Master, the way my nipples feel today, that's a good idea. I would have loved to have an extra specially altered bra to wear today."

Bob reached down and cupped her breasts. "Yes, I think I like it when your nipples stick out." He gave her nipples a playful pinch.

Junie flinched and took a deep breath. "Wow, Master. I felt that down to my toes."

"That's my girl, so sensitive, so responsive." 

Junie giggled, and then looked thoughtful. "I wish I had my sewing machine." She smoothed out the pretty bra and panty set, lightly fingering the lace and satin. She looked up, "Master, I would like to go back to my apartment one day this week, if that would not be too much of an inconvenience." Bob nodded, "Yes, I have been thinking about that. We need to see what that guy did in there and figure out what needs to be done about cleaning it up. I still want you to take this whole week off from work. You won't have to go back until next Monday." Bob frowned, and muttered, "I really don't like the idea of you leaving at all."

Donna's eyes met Junie's and she smiled. Junie felt Donna's hand reach under the table and pat her knee. Standing up and stretching, Donna touched Bob's arm, "Honey, take a little walk with me please. I think there is something we should discuss."

Donna had never had a safe word, but if she did it would have been 'honey'. It always got Bob's attention. If she used it, she knew he would listen.

Junie sat at the table looking out the window. The last bites of her sandwich sat forgotten in front of her. Her eyes followed Bob and Donna as they walked back and forth across the lawn close to the lake. They held hands and their heads were close together as they spoke. Junie had the odd thought that this must be how a child must feel as she watched her parents. Her heart leaped up into her throat when they stopped, embraced, holding each other tightly, and then turned to walk back up to the house.

Junie could not tear her eyes away from them as they came in the door. Bob tipped his head and looked at Junie, his face serious, "I realize this is not what we had planned and things have progressed much more quickly than we had anticipated." His voice was deep, his eyes locked on hers. "Junie, I do not want you to go back to your apartment to live. I want you to stay here. Will you consent to that, consent to be our girl?"

Junie stood up and took off her clothes. Her hands shook as she slowly folded and placed each item of clothing on the chair. Slowly she sank to her knees and then crept across the floor to Bob's feet. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his boot, "I beg you, Master Bob, to please accept me as your slave and your servant. I want nothing more than to stay here with you and Donna. Please make me your girl."

Bob nodded, "Junie, call your work. Give them notice. You are not going back."

Junie's voice quivered, "Yes, Master."

Bob spoke to Donna, "We will need to finish that downstairs room a little ahead of schedule. I need to go to the building supply." He looked at Junie, "What do you think, yellow or is there some other color you want?"

Junie stared up him, her eyes huge and dazed, "Color?"

Donna made an exasperated sound. "Bob look at her. She couldn't decide which foot to put her shoe on right now. She is completely overwhelmed and I don't blame her. We have a lot more important things to decide than what color paint to buy, but first let's celebrate a little. Our girl is going to be staying with us."

"Celebrate?" Bob looked thoughtful. "I had something planned for this evening." He looked at Donna and then down at Junie and pressed his lips together. "What did you have in mind?"

Donna shrugged. "This is a special time for all of us. We are bringing Junie into our circle. It is a magic time. We should do something to make it memorable. I also want to give thanks to our mother."

Junie watched Bob and Donna talking to each other, hardly hearing their words. Her mind was buzzing with a thousand thoughts. Moving, quitting her job, telling her kids, deciding what to bring, what to do with all the rest of her stuff, getting her car fixed; it seemed like as soon as she thought of one thing, it would lead to another thought. She could not focus on one thing for more than a second. 

The harder Junie tried to calm her thoughts, the worse it seemed to get. It kept going in circles with more and more thoughts joining the swirling maelstrom; health insurance, bank accounts, money, addresses... she needed to talk to the police. Junie closed her eyes and shook her head, a small sound of distress welling up in her chest. She jumped up and began to walk toward her room, but before she got a few steps she stopped and hesitated, turning back toward where she had been kneeling, wondering if she had permission to get up. He hadn't told her to kneel. Again she turned, but she could not take a step in any direction. This time she whimpered out loud.

"Junie, what is the matter?" Bob's voice cut through her confusion.

Junie looked up, a panicked look on her face. "I have to call work. There is so much to think about. There are so many things I have to do. I can't concentrate. It feels like my head is going to explode." Junie's words were breathless and hurried. Bob noticed that she had not called him Master or Sir. He was learning to recognize that she only forgot when she was pushed to her emotional limit.

"Junie, come." His voice was sharp and immediate. He pointed at the floor at his feet.

Junie's face cleared of her confusion. She quickly moved to stand where he pointed and looked up at him, her face calm and expectant. "Yes, Master."

"Kneel."

Junie dropped to the floor, her face upturned. Her eyes locked on his face. 

"You will stop thinking about all that stuff right now. I will tell you when to think about it. That time will come later. For now you will listen to me and Donna."

"Yes, Master." Junie's voice sounded relieved.

"The one thing you are to do now is call your work and give verbal notice that you are not going to be able to return. It's up to you to decide what you are going to tell them for a reason, if you need to give a reason at all. After that come back."

"Yes, Master." Junie got up and headed to her room. This time all the confusion was gone.

When Junie came back she had a happy, thoughtful look on her face.

"How did that go?"

"Pretty good, I told them the truth; that I found out there was a man stalking me. That he was a rapist, and how he broke into my apartment. My boss was very shocked. I guess his arrest was big news on all the local TV channels. She was surprised to find out I was involved. I told her that I've decided to move away, that I just don't feel safe in the city any more. She was very understanding. I just need to stop by and pick up a couple of things from my desk and sign some papers. I can do that pretty much any time in the next two weeks."

"Good girl. The truth is always the best. You did a good job following my direction. Don't think about anything else for now. Trust me to take care of you."

"Yes, Master."

"We need to think about something to have for dinner. I think I want something light, stir fry perhaps."

"As you wish, my Master." Junie smiled happily and sped off to get started on dinner.

Bob nodded, "I am going to go take the kids out for a walk." 

Junie was reaching for her clothing when Donna laughed and gave her a hug, patting her on her bare bottom. "You are not going to beg me to be your Mistress?"

Junie stopped and looked at Donna. Her eyes were wary and her voice was serious. "Ma'am, I love you. I will serve you with all the obedience and respect I give my Master. But you told me that it is simple, all I have to do is remember who my Master is." Suddenly sobered, Donna let go of Junie. "I was wrong to ask you that, Junie. Thank you for your wisdom. You are right. Bob is our Master. It is better that way. I guess I am sad that I could not be the one that trained you but our Master saw the error in that plan."

Junie smiled softly as she pulled on her clothes. "Ma'am, when our Master decides the time is right; I will be yours to play with again. Your hand will be his hand, your voice his voice. I look forward to making you happy because making you happy will be making him happy." Junie gently raised Donna's hand to her lips. "I love you both, you know." 

Donna stood looking at Junie, her face flushed, smiling with happiness. "I know."

Junie headed to her bedroom. "I am going to put on my shoes and go out to the garden for some vegetables, Ma'am."

When Junie came back with a basket of greenery, Donna was back at her computer. "Junie, how much money did you make a month at your job?"

"Oh, Ma'am, I am terrible at remembering exact figures. I know my check was around $1500 a month, after all the taxes and everything was taken out."

"Roughly how much did your monthly bills add up to?"

"Hmm, almost all of that, I probably had about $150 dollars a month left for savings and recreation; after my rent, utilities, car payment and insurance, food and telephone. I was pretty much broke most of the time."

"Okay, you will want to keep your phone and car insurance. I am pretty sure that you will not have a car payment. We do have Pastor James by the balls."

"That would be nice. I just would need to sell my old car and pay off the loan. Ma'am, why are you asking me about all this?"

"Trying to figure out what would be fair to pay you."

Junie giggled, "I promise to be a very valuable employee, Ma'am. I am sure that whatever you pay me, I will earn it."

"Well today is your first day of work. Your official title will be House Maven." 

"Oh I like that, but I think I will tell my family housekeeper, Ma'am."

"That would probably be wiser." Donna looked up from her computer. "Miss June Thomas, I am prepared to offer you the position of House Maven, starting immediately. Your duties would include but not be limited to cooking, cleaning, and general household duties and light gardening. I am sure your job description will have the usual 'other duties as assigned' fine print clauses."

"I would be able to perform all those duties and whatever else you and my Master may decide."

"I am prepared to offer you a monthly salary of $750 with room and board and an insurance package that covers health, vision and dental. I am sure you will find the fringe benefits of this position very... um... rewarding, fulfilling, generous...?" Donna began to chuckle, "Onerous, strenuous, arduous?" 

"Serendipitous, prosperous, sensuous, voluptuous, humorous?" Junie giggled along with Donna. "But honestly, Ma'am, $750 sounds like a lot. I will end up with a lot more spending money without having to pay all my bills."

"Actually, Junie, it's crap for the amount of work you will be doing, but you will learn I am a total scrooge. I would like to give you a check for $3000 dollars now and $250 a month for the next six months. After that I will give you the whole $750 a month."

"Why, Ma'am?"

"I want you to have a nest egg. All this has happened very fast, and while I am supremely optimistic, we have had a bit of a whirlwind romance. If things don't work out, I want you to have some money to fall back on so you can put your life back together. I do not want you to ever feel like you are trapped here financially."

"I guess that would be wise, Ma'am."

"One of the reasons that Bob and I have been able to retire so early, was the fact that Bob is very good at investing. I would very much recommend you let him put some amount of your money toward a retirement income."

"A retirement income is an amazing thought, Ma'am. I started working so late in my life and barely made enough to live on. I never thought I would have more than social security, and the way they talked on the news I wasn't even sure about that."

"Don't plan on retiring soon. Our Master and I will need you to serve us for a very long time."

"That sounds like a dream come true, Ma'am."

Junie had all the vegetables cut and ready to throw in the pan. The tofu and chicken was marinating in soy sauce, red wine and ginger. The rice was done and sitting warm in the oven, along with some toasted almonds. "It will take about ten minutes to cook the stir fry, Ma'am. Once our Master gets back, I can cook it anytime."

When Bob came back he dropped a handful of morel mushrooms into the sink. "These are a gift from our mother."

"Perfect, Master, fresh mushrooms were one of the things I was wishing I had. Dinner can be ready anytime. Do you want me to start now?" 

"That would be excellent."

Junie was feeling warm and relaxed as she picked up the dishes after dinner. She wasn't sure if it was happiness or the champagne. They had gone through two bottles and it seemed like Bob made a special point of keeping her glass full. 

As he filled her glass again, Junie protested, "I really am not much of a drinker, Master. I will get silly."

"Maybe that is my intention." Bob lifted her glass and pressed it to her lips, "Drink." Junie obediently opened her lips and drained the glass. 

"Just don't ask me to drive anywhere. It doesn't take much to get me drunk." Junie giggled. "In fact, Master Sir, I think you may have accomplished your goal."

"Master Sir? Junie, choose one or the other. I don't care which." Bob had her cornered against the counter, his face inches from hers. "And let me be the one to decide when my goals have been met."

"Yes, Master..." Junie paused a second and then her eyes sparkling impishly, she added, "...Sir."

"I think perhaps you are right, silly and bratty. I think we should go for a walk. Let's go outside."

"Got my shoes on." Junie held up one of her feet, swayed and had to stagger a step to catch her balance. "Oops. Ready anytime you are, Sir." Junie looked around, for the first time wondering where Donna had gone. "Um... Master, where is Mistress Donna?"

"She has gone ahead. Let's go find her, silly girl."

The evening sky was just turning lavender. Junie could see the first evening star low on the horizon. The warm afternoon air was just starting to cool. She had the random thought that it seemed like the weather had been amazingly good for a Northwest Washington spring, warm and sunny.

As they came to the trail into the woods, Junie noticed a white stone beside the road, marking the faint path. Rounded, with subtle curving bulges, it reminded her of something living. Impulsively she crouched down, looking more closely, running her hand over the smooth shape. Bob stopped and looked back, waiting for her to follow again. Junie hurried to catch up. "I am sorry, Master. It just looked like something."

"Yes there is a lot of energy in that stone. It spoke to me too when I first saw it. I was selfish and brought it home with me." 

"Did someone carve it?" 

"No. It is a random piece of nature, but I can feel the patterns when I touch it."

"Patterns, Master?"

Bob stopped and touched his fingers to Junie's lips. "Now is not the time for lessons. Now is the time for celebration and appreciation."

Junie bowed her head and whispered noiselessly, "Yes, Master."

As they approached the tiny clearing, Junie could see dozens of white candles glowing in the fading light. Junie could see the base of the tree that had once stood there, a huge stump, its top smoothed into a wide smooth altar. Donna sat on the edge, a circle of ferns in her hair, her naked skin glowing in the candle light. 

When Bob began to shed his clothing, Junie followed suit. Carefully pulling off her clothing and folding the pieces, stacking them neatly on top of her shoes at the edge of the clearing. Donna walked up to Junie, her hands filled with delicate lacy bracken. Gently placing a second wreath of bracken on Junie's head, she kissed Junie softly on the mouth, her lips a consecration. "Welcome." Donna's voice was soft but seemed to fill the silent glade.




Joining the Circle Ch. 06



Suddenly completely sober, Junie instinctively did not speak. Standing silent, her eyes curious and happy, she watched Donna place another crown of green on Bob's head. Once more she shared a kiss and the single soft word, "Welcome."

Junie was struck with the beauty and grace of the place and the people she was so quickly falling in love with. She felt a shiver of emotion and her eyes wet with tears. A long shuddering sigh shook her, a prickling sense of something unseen, beyond her understanding swarmed over her skin.

Bob held his hand out to her. "Come here to me, Junie."

As his arms gathered her close, his body warm and sheltering, he spoke softly, "Welcome, Junie."

His hands were gentle but irresistible, as he led her to the large round flat surface of the ancient tree trunk. He leaned down, touched her foot and then put his hand in a small depression in the side. Junie nodded and used the small step to lift herself up to the waist high surface. Standing on the top, Junie felt the wood under her feet, perfectly smooth and cool. She wondered why her feet felt so warm, in fact her whole body felt warm and relaxed. 

Bob helped Donna step up and then stepped up himself. Moving to the center he sat and pulled both Donna and Junie to cuddle close in his lap, their arms and legs seeking and wrapping close around each other in a tangle. Once they had found a place where their limbs were comfortably twined, their bodies warm and close, they rested motionless, waiting.

Junie found her head resting on Donna's shoulder, her face snuggled into the curve of her neck. She could feel Donna's pulse under her lips. Bob's arms were stretched around both her and Donna. Junie felt perfectly comfortable and surprisingly warm. 

It seemed to Junie that they sat, wrapped safely in each other's arms, for an eternity. Her mind repeatedly tried to pull her from this place, to disturb her with worries and thoughts of the outside world. Over and over she repeated silently to herself to not think about this. Her Master had told her to not think about these things, but the more she tried to stop, the more the clamor in her mind intruded. 

Finally, she gave a little sigh of restless frustration. Why were they just sitting here like this, a strange naked sculpture, with these ferns in their hair? Bob tightened his arms around her and murmured softly. "Be still, Junie. Empty your mind. Listen, just listen."

Junie froze. Listen? Listen to what? The forest seemed silent. The only sound she could hear was the softest whisper of their breathing and her own heartbeat drumming in her ears. Junie closed her eyes and reached out with her other senses. She could feel the cool air and the wood beneath her hip and thigh. The touch of the naked skin against hers felt unnaturally warm. She could smell the scents of her lovers, the sweet clean smell of soaps overlaying the deeper warmer odors of the salt and musk of their bodies.

The smell and sensation of the bodies next to hers lit a spark of lust in her, a ripple of sensation running through her belly, making her cunt clench. She fought to stay still, to ignore the dampness that she could feel between her legs. 

Listen! She tried again. What did he mean? Straining, she tried to find something to listen to. There was no sound; in fact the silence seemed unnatural. Again Bob murmured, "Don't try so hard. Just relax. Empty your mind."

Junie silently nodded, her face still trapped safe and warm between Donna's neck and Bob's chest. Focusing on her breath, she allowed her whole body to soften, melting boneless, letting the arms of her lovers support her. Bob murmured, "Good, yes, like that."

Slowly, almost beyond perception, Junie began to feel weightless, floating. As she kept her eyes closed, she felt like she was rocking, spinning. The lights in the backs of her eyes seemed to dance and revolve around her. It seemed the most natural thing in the world that the bodies that had been so still next to hers, began to move. Slowly sliding and twisting in concert with her growing sense of internal movement. Instinctively Junie kept her eyes closed, letting her lover's hands guide her, stretch her, lift her. 

It seemed like she was floating in a sea of warmth, her skin lighting with flames at each touch. Junie became aware of a gentle humming, and realized it was her own voice, sighing, moaning. It resonated in her ears and only increased her sense of peace. Junie's awareness seemed to expand as her excitement built. It seemed like she was being lifted and held by the sensations coursing through her body. Her body undulating in a primal dance of pleasure, Junie eagerly opened herself to each touch. 

Bob's voice came to her from far away. "Open your eyes, Junie." It was a struggle to come back to earth, to return to the embrace of her lovers. Only her obedience to that voice was enough to force her eyes open. Her eyelids blinked and fluttered. Donna's eyes were inches from hers, soft and unfocused, her lips open and quivering with passion. Junie gently pressed her lips against those lips so sweetly close to hers, raising her hands and holding Donna's breasts, rolling her small pink nipples between her fingers. 

Bob lay back on the smooth wood and lifted Junie to straddle him and then pulled Donna on top of him as well. Both women knelt facing each other, his erection standing tall and hard between them. Donna reached for Junie's hips and pulled against her, trapping their Master's cock between them. Their folds wrapped around the pillar between them and touched in a tantalizing kiss. 

Junie wrapped her arms around Donna and together they writhed against the hardness between them, sliding their tender flesh up and down his shaft. Their lips met and they kissed, their tongues dancing, feeding off each other's sweet gasps and moans. Again Junie let her eyes drift shut, letting the sense of weightless freedom lift her, spinning and dancing with the lights that flashed through her mind. She could sense a building tension in herself that was echoed by the urgency of Donna's mouth against her own. Clinging to each other they soared higher, surging against each other, waiting for their Master's word. When it came, the soft deep growl of a single word, "Now," they fell together, clutching at each other, convulsing as one, their Master's essence anointing them both. 

Donna reached down and rubbed the hot white semen into Junie's belly and breasts. "Welcome, Junie. Welcome to our circle."

Junie lifted Donna's hands to her mouth and licked her fingers clean, murmured, "Thank you. Oh, thank you."

You might recognize this story as one I had up in the past, under the title Northwest Hunters. I took it down for revision and a brief flirtation with possible publication.

This is the last chapter of "Joining the Circle" but not the end of the story. For the further adventures of Bob, Donna and Junie, look for "Finding Happiness." It is the second book in the Northwest Hunter's Trilogy. Chapter One will be posted next week. Here is a sneak peek at the prologue.

Book Two of The Northwest Hunters Trilogy: Finding Happiness 

Prologue:

Junie Thomas had always been pathologically shy. Short and fat, she was painfully self-conscious. She avoided new places, new experiences and strangers at all costs. Divorced and with her children grown, her whole world consisted of her boring, lonely job and her hobbies. If it weren't for her computer, she would have never spoken to anyone. But there in the anonymous world of the internet, it had been easy to pretend to be someone else, someone bolder, more experienced... happier.

It was there in the internet that she had learned that her lifelong fantasies of ravishment, of being taken and controlled, forced to do all the things she craved, craved and feared, were not an impossible dream. She learned that there were people who lived this life, voluntary slaves to a Master who could make those dreams come true.

She had found a man in a chat room devoted to Masters and slaves, a man who courted her with promises and the illusion of strength. Perhaps it was the fact he lived too far away to really see that made it easy to play along, to pretend to be a slave, but this little taste of what could be only made Junie realize how much she wanted the real thing, a real Master. 

In many ways she was indebted to Sir James. After all, he was the one that suggested she answer Bob and Donna's ad looking for a submissive woman to come serve them.

Junie had never thought in a million years that they would want her but at Sir James' urging, she had answered and now here she was, living a dream. 

But if Sir James had done the right thing by encouraging her to pursue this dream, he had also betrayed her. He had shared her information with another man, someone who had befriended him on the internet posing as a friend and a mentor, someone dangerous. This was a mistake that would have repercussions that threatened to tear apart Junie's life just when she was finally finding happiness. 

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