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Majic

By: oasis665



The Invitation

Oasis answered the door expectantly. Philippe had told her she would be getting a package, and it was finally here. As she signed for the envelope, she could hardly wait to see what was inside! Bounding to the couch, she landed with a "thump" telling herself to very calmly open this, so as not to damage the contents.

Slowly she opened the envelope, with her heart beating painfully in her head. Enclosed was another VERY formal looking envelope and a note from her Master. She decided to read the note first hoping to find he was sending for her again.

Oasis, 

Enclosed you will find an invitation. The host is a very close friend of mine, and has requested I bring a guest. As I have already accepted for you, your presence is expected. This is a very casual affair and you will present yourself as follows: 

You will wear an acceptable dress with heels no less than 4 inches tall. You should not adorn yourself with perfumes or much makeup as this is stated "casual". You will wear your hair down, and beneath your dress you will be presentable to me. 

I will send a car for you tomorrow at exactly 4pm. Do NOT run yourself late as punishment would truly be severe if you were. You will also need the invitation enclosed to present once you are there. I will not be there to greet you, but you are to find "Chef" Lucien Morlet. He will be expecting you, and you will be under his instruction for the duration of the evening. 

"Je veux que mes amis se regalent sur vous"

Je vous embrasse tendrement, 
Philippe

Oasis looked questioningly at the instructions. "I should find these words of French" she mused to herself. "Ohh lala!!" she laughingly exclaimed, " I will know soon enough!" She carefully opened the invitation. When she removed the fragile contents, a waft of some unidentifiable scent was exposed. Inhaling deeply she unfolded the invitation. The paper was silk screen and seemed very delicate in nature. As she held it to the light shining upon her from the sky lights above, she saw an embodiment behind the print. She focused only on the emulation. What became clear were two forms, seemingly sexless, engorging upon one another. Startled by this finding, she was reminded of the book, Imajica. In this book two people were able to completely consume one another literally with their minds. Thinking that at least she would have some literary knowledge to expand upon, she put the contents aside to go to her closets and find the acceptable attire.

Watch Your Manners!

Dressed in an oriental cheongsam, Oasis paced nervously on her four inch black strap heels. She anxiously rechecked herself in the full length mirror. Her shoulders were bare in the cheongsam and the emerald green mixed with black print accentuated her stunning eyes. The button collar at the throat, complimented her elongated neck. "If I could pull my hair back to an oragami style this would be perfect" she said only to her reflection. Looking at the clock she began to pace again.

At exactly 4:05pm the door bell rang. Oasis had already seen the driver pull up in front of her house and decided to count to twenty before opening the door. She was unsettled and nervous about even the slightest tardiness due to her command to be on time. "Twenty" she countrd and opened the door. Before her was a man dressed as casually as she, "Oasis?" he inquired?

"You are late!" she scolded brushing past his proffered arm. Impishly amused by her bold behavior Sir Dauzat followed her to the car. He opened the back door of the Mercedes allowing her to enter silently before placing himself behind the wheel.

After some minutes of silence, Sir Dauzat looked in the rearview mirror to see her expression. By the set of her mouth and drawn face, he could tell she was angry, but he could also sense the underlying incertitude beneath the exterior. "Oasis?" he asked. She only looked at him in the mirror with eyebrows raised questioningly. "I am Sir Dauzat, and your Master Philippe has sent me for you, to guide you before your arrival to dinner. You may address me as Sir."

He was pleased to see the astonished and worried look in her eyes as she realized the treatment she had put forth to not only her Master's friend, but also another Maestro.

"Please forgive me Sir. Master gave no indication to whom exactly would be collecting me, and also did not explain I would need further guidance." she extended, feeling very uncomfortable with her new circumstances.

"I may or may not forgive you Oasis, but Philippe was worried about your lack of training for this social affair, and now I can see he had good reason to be." He let the silence extend between them for some miles. The scenery beyond the windows now, showed winding road and impressive woods on both sides of the highway. He could sense rather than see her uncertainty in how to proceed. He enjoyed this for a few more moments before addressing her again.

"Oasis, Philippe did not have time to send you further instructions, but in asking for my assistance, he has shown you are of great value to him. The people you are going to meet and see tonight are of the "Old Ways". Had you treated one of them so boldly without thought, you would have ended up spending the night, in for you, unimaginable discomfort. I have my own submissive to prepare for this night, but agreed to do this not only for Philippe, but to save you from yourself as well."

"Thank you Sir" Oasis injected humbly. With her mind reeling on what the "Old Ways" could mean for her immediate future, she was still touched to her core by her Master's apparent concern for her safety. Trying to calm her now screaming nerves, she sat silent, head bowed, hands placed together in her lap.

Sir Dauzat looked in the mirror again to find a much different Oasis than the one he had collected earlier. With her head bowed and eyes down she looked almost like a child in meditative prayer. He had expected her to gush forth with pleading apologies in realizing her error, but in not doing so, she had at least gained his approval for remaining calm. Had he been able to see her expression, he would have read the fear and anxiety she could not outwardly show.

"Our host, you will address as Sir Blackheart, is very selective in the company he allows to be near him, or to attend his social affairs. Unless you know for sure one is submissive, you would be wise to address another in an acceptable manner. The staff, who are not owned, may be answered or addressed without formality. You should not have much difficulty distinguishing a submissive or staff. A submissive, male or female, will be bare from the waist up, and a member of staff will be wearing a coordinated uniform. Anyone else, Oasis, you must address respectfully or you could receive a mandamus. Good or bad once ordered, Philippe could not help you. Do you understand?" he asked.

"What is a mandamus Sir?" was her only question.

"A mandamus, Oasis, is a judgment upon you for punishment or reward by Sir Blackheart himself. Were it to be punishment, by "Old Ways" standard, it would be carried out with or without Philippe's permission. A reward would be given to your owner first, then if he so chooses , he may bestow it upon you."

Taking a deep breath she only said simply, "I'm scared."

"You are right in your fear" and then more encouragingly, "Philippe would not have accepted for you if he did not have faith in your abilities to perform."

With that said, he had no further instruction for her. The rest would rest upon her shoulders to weave her way through. He marveled at her ability to stay so still and silent. Some of his own would have been quaking with fear.

Preparing Dinner

"Stop Sir! Please stop!" Oasis exclaimed.

Startled by her unexpected exclamation, Sir Dauzat pulled the car to the side of the road. They had reached a crest in the road overlooking the main house where the dinner party would take place. His first thought was that the calm and serene Oasis had finally awaken with fear.

She quickly emerged from the car and stood gazing down upon the house in front of her. Her eyes shined brightly with a glazed look of enchantment. "Holy cow…" she breathed softly, "We are not in Kansas anymore."

Laughing more with amusement, at her childish statement, than with relief, Sir Duazat emerged and stood beside her.

"This cannot be real Sir. I am surely being taken to a far away castle that only exist in fairytales. It looks as if the sun exist only to shine for this wondrous mirage." She spoke in awe.

The house faced the eastern part of the estate. As the sun set in the west, sharp beams of light expanded through the endless contours creating a sun burst effect. Gazing upon this splendor, one could clearly assume fairytale or the true great fire within. Many had come here lost in its effect, only to find the incredible fantasy or the everlasting horror which is far more lasting. Oasis, feeling hypnotized could only gaze in wonder.

"Oasis, we must go now in order for you to be punctual" Sir Duazat said patiently.

With a tremendous sigh, Oasis pulled her eyes from the incredible vision and returned to her place in the car. She felt tears well up inside, and with great effort fought to get control. She wished for her Master. He at least would understand her wonder and enchantment of such an incredible play with the sun. A lone tear slipped from the corner of her eye, leaving a glinting reflection down her cheek.

As Sir Duazat began his descent towards the house, he glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Seeing the tear trace light down her cheek, an incredible lust invaded him. He quickly focused back to the road before him. Should he see such sweet regret from her again at dinner, he knew he would forgive the transgression's of before.

Sir Duazat proffered his arm once again to her. She emerged this time with no hesitation to the gallant display. Before them stood an immense gallery of steps. To each side of the main case, were stepping stones made of mica to enhance the reflection of the sun. If gazed from above, it would seem, the main case were flowing through a channel of splendid light. The affect was not lost to Oasis, who kept looking from side to side, to be sure she would not fall through. As they neared the main door, Sir Duazat requested her invitation. She gave it over knowing she would have no souvenir to relish, as he released it to the doorman. That done, Sir Duazat said his farewell.

"Oasis, I must leave now to attend my own. I will feast upon your beauty again soon." Looking into her eyes, he traced the path of the lone tear down her cheek. "Remember my instructions," he said simply and left her.

Requesting Chef Lucien Morlet, she was lead to an anti-chamber. Not knowing what to do, she sat nervously on the only stool in the room. Shortly, a bare breasted woman appeared. Not speaking, she efficiently removed the dress and undergarments Oasis had so carefully chosen. Only wanting to protest this action, Oasis mindfully allowed this to happen, remembering Sir Duazat's careful instruction. Another bare breasted woman arrived bearing a silk cloth. Gathering both sides to one hip, she tied this about Oasis leaving one side exposed from hip to foot. Feeling very uncertain being exposed this way, she could only assume she would now be recognizable as submissive. The first woman opened a door behind her motioning for her to follow. 

She was lead down a steep stairwell lighted only by gas lamps on alternating sides. She could see the one before her and feel the presence of the one behind. She wondered if she would ever see the grandeur she knew existed of the house she imagined. Feeling very forlorn, she dutifully followed. The next doorway she entered, she was instantly blinded by the modern electric light. As her eyes adjusted to the change, Oasis could see she had been brought to the kitchen. The exquisite aromas made her mouth water and stomach growl. Suddenly, her two escorts knelt to the floor, pulling her along with them. In a sideways glance, Oasis saw a man, she could only guess, to be Chef Morlet. Seeing such an intense look upon his face, she lowered her eyes to the floor.

"Debout!" He commanded harshly.

Quickly the two raised her, and stood aside, leaving her displayed in front of him. He slowly walked a circle about her, motioning the first to untie the makeshift covering. Once gone, he repeated his circle issuing soft "hmm's" and "awe's". Oasis felt very humiliated, and with a great effort of will, stood before him silently. 

Swiftly he turned on his heels clapping his hands together. "La meduse vivra!" he exclaimed walking away quickly.

Oasis stood puzzled by his statement. She knew of Medusa, but could only guess the rest. "Live?" she thought. Quickly she was led to a bathing trough, where her two escorts expertly cleansed her entire body. She was embarrassed when one of them touched her intimate parts, but allowed them their duty. Out of the bath, they both dried her carefully, taking great pains to gather all moisture even between her legs. With amusement, Oasis thought, "if they keep touching me they may have to "dry" me all night. This thought brought Philippe to her mind. He would have enjoyed watching this happen to her, and seeing the reactions in her eyes. The need to have him there was so overwhelming. She could not understand why she wanted him to see all of this, but felt the stirrings of desire more intensely thinking it would please him. Feeling lonely without him, she followed her escorts obediently.

They led her through the kitchen, past an array of prepared foods, and the staff bustling around. No one even glanced in their direction, seemingly oblivious to the nudity around them. Her escorts stopped before yet another doorway. Pulling a cloth from the basket left near the door, one of them placed this about her eyes. Feeling disoriented immediately, she put her hands in front of her to regain her balance. As she did, one of them gently led her hands behind her, and bound them together criss crossed at the wrists. Panic enveloped Oasis to near the breaking point. She did not want to be blindfolded, but especially did not want to be bound. She pulled at the bindings and shook her head to free the blindfold, but these two were more than efficient in their service. Taking an arm from each side, they now led her stumbling ahead. She tried to keep her direction as they led her forward to an unseeing destination. Pausing only briefly, she felt two different sets of hands upon her body. Slowly she was raised and placed upon, what she could feel beneath her, a cold hard surface. Before she could react, two cold steel bands were locked upon her ankles, binding her to this place. Her hands were released but held firmly, as she was gently forced to lie back. Her wrists were then bound by more cold steel. She could only hear the hustle of movement from whence she came.

Oasis began to imagine all sorts of unspeakable things. The worst of which, she was to be some sort of sacrificial offering to some unforeseen god. She imagined her blood gushing about her neck, and pooling about her ears. Could she find her voice at that moment, she would have been screaming with terror.

Medusa Lives!

Very slowly rational thought came for her again. She allowed this to wash over her troubled mind, as she lay there alone and untouched. Was she really in mortal danger? "No," she thought, her beloved Master would not really allow another to harm her. Other than being spread so openly, was she really hurt in anyway right now? " No," the cuffs that bound her were snug but not biting, and the cold against her backside was receding as her body warmed it. She thought of Philippe. What were his reasons for wanting her here this way right now? She could only assume to find pleasure in her humiliation, and to entertain his friends in such a way. She relaxed knowing she would endure this and all things for him, and also find a part of herself in this play.

Without warning the blindfold was removed . Oasis, too lost in her own thoughts, did not hear her escorts return. Her sight slowly adjusted to the sudden light, and she could finally see some of the grandeur she wished for. As she looked about the room, she noticed, she was not alone in her placement. More tables, not alters as she feared, were inhabited by nude woman as well. Smiling now at her vivid imagination, she felt better knowing she was not the sacrificial lamb of the evening.

She felt more than saw her escorts behind her. What she did see were trays upon trays of food being wheeled and placed about their tables. Watching this unfold, Oasis looked on as the food was arranged around the women on the tables. Knowing her purpose in this play now, she realized that she was also a part of this human buffet. Though insanely erotic to her, she felt a deep anger swell from within. "He could have told me!" She thought. Her escorts began their work upon her. One on her hair, that was being painfully twisted and pasted into sections. The other began brushing a sweet glaze over her body, shining bright as patent leather. A powdery sugar was lightly sifted over this, and had she not closed her eyes, she would have been adorned there as well.

Opening her eyes, she saw him smiling above her. She could physically feel all of the anger surface to her eyes, and knew they would be shining as brightly as her body did now.

"Careful Medusa, I have no desire to be turned to stone," Philippe intoned seriously, although the amusement could still be seen in his face.

"Why did you not tell me Philippe?!!" she growled at him. "I have been through hell and back within my mind wondering what was happening to me!" Oasis felt hot and stinging tears forming in her eyes and fought to control them, knowing he would enjoy such a site.

"Did you not read my instructions little Medusa?" he asked. "Je vous que mes amis se regalent sur vous. Did you find no meaning in this? Ahh, I can tell by your face you did not. It means, I want my friends to feast upon you. So see? I did tell you, hot headed one." Laughingly stated, he only gazed with amusement into her shining eyes.

Her anger surfaced even more hotly. She felt the heat from it might melt the glaze and sugar that was drying upon her. Since she could not move her body, the only thing she could do in defiance was to close her eyes. As she did the tears, she fought so hard to control, overflowed her eyes and ran a stark streak down the glaze to her ears. She felt angry not only with him, but with herself for not being more diligent in understanding what he had written, even though it was vague. She knew at some point she would meet people and friends of his, but she never expected to be displayed so openly, and certainly not to be eaten from or viewed as other than herself. Her mind reflected upon trust and acceptance of the self she had given over to him. Knowing he would be watching her every expression, could she bear up to others partaking from her body, even in amusement? Was it the anger he was trying to invoke from her? Possibly to bring a realism to her role, for her eyes were those of ever changing color, and at times could bring the phrase "looks that kill" to life? As she analyzed her feelings, the anger subsided, and she only wished to ask these questions of him.

He waited patiently, as her eyes opened to him again. The expression on his face had changed to one of adoration, rather than amusement. Though the questions were on her lips, she could not speak for fear of breaking such an intense gaze from him. Slowly he moved from her gaze, and with his tongue traced the passage of tears from her ear to the corner of her eye, bringing his face to view once more. She understood without words that even her anger belonged to him as he drank from her well of emotions.


Majic Cont...



Release

Oasis stood in front of her mirror examining the fading marks left by the many attending her trial. Caressing them softly with her fingertips, she really only wanted them to stay. It had been two weeks since she had returned home. 

The punishment’s final ten of the cane landed from Philippe’s own hand. He took his turn very slowly, drawing out the remainder, often times tracing his fingers along her back, or between her legs before each stroke. He wanted more and more to hear her deepening cries, could almost feel them, touching her skin. In his mind he kept hearing her say "Je t’aime Philippe" over and over. The last he delivered with no measured force, but knew it to be terrible, hearing her cries of agony. 

The giant, with the last, took the cane from Philippe not expressing a word. Oasis lay very limp across the bent table, whimpering from the pain. She tried very hard to control this, but could not. When Philippe released her bindings, and held her close to him, she could only cry uncontrollably. 

"Je t’aime Oasis," he whispered softly, slowly rocking her back and forth, stroking her hair and face gently. His desire was to have her away from all of this. Helping her, he let Marcus guide them to his car. Entering the car, he laid her across the seat, her head in his lap, continuously stroking her. He could feel her slowly emerge from her state of release, as she responded to his touch.

Oasis tried to speak, but could only entwine her fingers with his, gripping them as tightly as she could. When she released them, he pulled her more tightly to him in a suffocating embrace. She could feel his need to posses her through it. It occurred to her right then, if she never took another breath, it would not matter, as long as she was held by him.

"I love you Philippe," she whispered pulling away from him slightly, and searching his face. As he kissed her deeply, she could feel the parts of herself become one with him. When he only held her again, she could not feel any difference in their breath, or heartbeat. Her bottom hurt terribly, but even the throb coursing through her there, seemed in time with the rhythm they shared. 

Lost in her thoughts she did not hear Philippe come in. When she felt him caress these same marks, she jumped slightly in surprise. In his other arm he held a foiled box to him. It was oblong and fairly wide, and looked like a gift. Seeing this reflection in the mirror, Oasis turned quickly to look up at him with eyes full of anticipation. Gifts were not a rarity, but each time he brought her one, she felt an immense pleasure in his thoughtfulness. Looking at him, she felt a little uncertain with his gaze. Usually there was an expression of his own pleasure seeing her excitement, but today his face bore only a thoughtful questioning glance.

"Open it my love. I found it on your doorstep when I came in," he said, with a touch of reproach in his voice.

She took the box from him tentatively, and kneeled on the floor to open it. Intrigued as she was, she was still unnerved by his expression. Carefully she untied the bow binding the foil lid to the box. Pushing the lid away, Oasis gasped in surprise , as the contents revealed an incredible evening gown. Oasis stared dumbfound at the beautiful contents. The olive green color, the silky material, the design, all in perfect line with her tastes. She knew just by looking, the gown would fit perfectly. Raising her eyes to Philippe, she sought to find the words to tell him what an exquisite gift this was. Any words forthcoming were lost, as he strode out of the room.

Oasis followed his back out the door with her eyes. There was no question in her mind now, this gift was not from him. Though for practicality this was not something she would buy, but the perfection of her taste being so represented, she had to wonder who else would know her well enough to send her such a thing.

Impatient to try the dress on, Oasis knew it would be better to wait. Taking one more greedy glance in the box, regrettably, she returned the foil lid, and put the gift aside to find Philippe. She found him at the front door signing for another delivery. Stopping just short of the door, she tried to see what it was. Had she been clothed, there would have been no hesitation at all. She almost laughed imagining the expression from this delivery person were she just to walk up and nonchalantly take the package. She could imagine him to be a very young and naïve boy, maybe just out of school. His expression would be complete shock at first, but then something else. Desire, interest, pure lust of her? Knowing it would most likely be all three, she felt a twinge of satisfaction, and an arousal of her own. Seeing Philippe’s rigid stance, head bowed slightly from behind, she decided to head for the shower. Give him a chance to calm from these surprise gifts, and give her a chance to cool this arousal from her imagination. Surprise encounters would just have to wait, at least she thought.

Closing the door, Philippe opened the jeweler’s box. He traced his finger along the delicate lines of the choker. Though the mixture of stones were cool to his touch, inside he felt an alarming heat rise, thoughtfully spreading through his entire body. He pulled the choker from the box, holding it at each end, eyeing it like an enemy, trying to reason the attack. Imagining this around Oasis’ neck, he could envision it being a jeweled collar, a perfect accessory for the evening gown, an elegant but quiet reminder of her ownership. Rational thought wanted to know the origination of these gifts, irrational jealousy brought the spreading heat to a central point. Oasis had gained the admiration of another, his conclusion, she would also gain the feel of his jealousy. Choker in hand, he followed her path to the shower.

Oasis did not just shower, she bathed in the caresses of the water over her body. Her soft expressions, and exhaled breathes of contentment were always enough to arouse him, even just to hear. He knew by the sound she was making, she was rinsing her hair. In his mind, he could see the water, the soap, cascading down the curve of her back, between the soft mounds of her marked bottom. He had not meant to shower with her, but to even see this image in his mind, he wanted to have his hands amidst his waterfall.

Oasis knew he was in the room with her. She had thought many times, he could be thousands of miles away from her, and she would still feel his presence. The water was soothing to her, but she burned with curiosity about what was delivered. Knowing better than to ask, she continued her shower ritual. Hearing the slight swish of the curtain, she smiled, eyes closed against any renegade soap falling around her. She felt a cool hardness brush against her nipple, forcing her eyes to open, to see what it was. Glancing down, she saw the choker wrapped in his fingers brushing one, then the other of her nipples, bringing them even more erect from the sensation. The rose gold contrasted in winking bleeps with the water and his skin. Even more striking were the alternating colors of green, red, and amber. No longer burning with curiosity, she tilted her head back against the water, enjoying the way he used this gift on her body. Feeling him trace the stones up to her neck, with eyes closed, she lifted her hair to allow him access. She felt him attach the clasp securely, the metal lay against her skin, warm, but not too tightly. Softly, she felt him trace the choker along her neck with his fingertips. She burned to move against him, her desire, the anticipation of his touch, brought her to madness sometimes. Raising her own hands to caress along his arm, she felt them pushed back abruptly. 

"Please Philippe, let me touch you, let me caress you too," she pleaded, sounding very childlike, her voice diminished in his rebuff. When he did not respond in voice, or continued caress, she stayed as still as her quivering body would allow, and let him inspect her, without further attempts to sway him. She knew from the set of his face, the expression in his eyes, passivity would gain her more.

Elegance, beauty, words that formed in his mind touching her skin against this intrusion from another. He felt her delight of such gifts, and wanted to punish her for it. Rational thought seemed to mock him. It did not matter, her delight came from his touch. Methodically he placed one finger under the metal against her throat. Feeling her swallow to adjust, he knew she could feel the pressure there. Slowly turning his finger, he grasped her throat, and pushed her back against the water until he heard sputters of breath, then pulled her forward again. She opened her eyes. 

"Good," he thought, there was uncertainty there.

Again he pushed her into the water, willing her to fight against this suffocation. Something, to give him more reason to punish her, other than his own jealousy. His inner request being granted when he felt her begin to struggle, her hands going around his lower arm in her silent plea. Pulling her down to her knees by this finger, under the provoking collar, she barely had time to breathe once, before her mouth was opened, and again denied breath. He could see her expression beneath the cascade of water. Her face a kaleidoscope, as he held her there. The water above them, her mouth filled with him. When she pulled at this jeweled collar he gave her a small reprieve before beginning again, slowly cutting her air. Feeling her throat constrict against him over and over, his moment of pleasure reached, only when seeing her eyes open beneath the water, this shower giving her face the river of tears he so often desired.

"Stay," his only command when he left the shower, left her to enjoy her new gift. As he dried himself and dressed, there was at least some satisfaction to hear her gasps for breath and choking sobs.

"Maitre," Oasis whispered knowing he would not stay. 

She stayed so as he left her, kneeled, her head bowed against the shower spray. The tears were her own, not created by 21st century plumbing. Trying to breath normally again, she bent her head back taking a bit of water into her mouth to ease her aching throat. Even after swallowing this, she tasted Philippe there. Her thoughts were not of how much she loved his taste, but of why he was being so cruel to her for something she had no control over. This choker burned her. There was no more excitement left in anticipation to know of such gifts. The water was turning cold against her back, and feet. She only hoped Philippe would allow her to get out of it soon. When she felt herself shiver involuntarily against the cold, she closed her eyes and tried to envision something with warmth, something that would take her away from this cold feeling, the water and his.

All Monsters Are Not Green

And more came…..

An invasion of flowers, so pungent, Oasis wanted to open all the windows to get some reprieve. The first and most elaborate came while she was still in the shower. Intercepted by Philippe, this intruder finally known to him. 

"Stefan Von Straud," Philippe spat in his mind. He should have guessed. A long time acquaintance going back as far, as the first years away from home, in school. Even then, a rivalry so open, there was not competition if one or the other were not involved. He gazed at the written script of the attached note. So precise and clean this writing, still the arrogance remembered. When studies took them to different goals in life, there at least, was a parting to soothe the seams in the lives around them, that always seemed to be aggravated. Stefan chose the arts, while Philippe chose the more intellectual aspects of learning. Two sides so different, but both learned with a passion to match each other. Philippe out of his own enjoyment of the opera, had followed Stefan’s success, their paths to occasionally meet, in gatherings such in the manner of Sir Blackheart’s style. Though he had not seen Stefan at Oasis’ trial, he knew the entire event had been orchestrated, and designed by him. Stefan had always had the ability to turn the objectionable into a tasteful production. The demand for his elaborate work, was known all over the world. Philippe felt this intrusion into his life, as only an instigation of past times. 

Oasis sat coolly on the sofa watching her beloved reading this note over and over. Having been allowed out of her shower, she moved her feet along the rug, and rubbed her hands together trying to invoke more feeling to them. She did not understand the waves of emotion that passed over Philippe’s face while reading. With what she felt as disregard, he flipped the note to her.

"Do as you wish," he almost growled, and left her sitting in confusion, as he walked out the door.

From lack of understanding, her first thought and response could have been, "I will!" but she had been with Philippe long enough to know, it was more wise to proceed with caution in one’s actions. Taking reign on her impetuous nature, she calmly sat the note alongside the table, taking great pains to focus on more mundane activities. Her first objective was to find a covering for her chilled body. Gaining the entrance to her closet, she pulled the door open finding her robes hanging from the back. The first, a bare silk wrap, she touched briefly enjoying the feel to her fingertips, but chose the last in the row. A very worn and well used terry robe, frayed along the elbows, something she had gained from her endearing Mam, something she could always feel the arms of comfort in when she wore it. Donning this around her, she smelled the age in it, even though it had surely been washed a thousand and one times. Wisdom, warmth, serenity, all the comforts of Mam, filled her heart. She felt she could now go forward, the robe around her, a shield for her. The very first and foremost in her mind, in her senses…..do something with these flowers! 

Walking back from her bedroom, the cloying mix of scents assaulted her. Oasis appreciated the beauty of flowers, all kinds of them. Her gardens of summer were magnificent, her ability to tease and grow, a gift. This barrage of her senses came more from smelling the inevitable and underlying death that would come from these cut stems. If God gave her rights to command the season’s, she would choose only the Spring for birth, and the Summer for continuous growth. Fall and Winter would never have been known to mankind. Finding the envelope the note came in, Oasis called the florist to come back, and with further instruction, deliver the buds to the local charity hospice. An expected heckle ensued about the charges to do this, but with a grand smile, Oasis instructed them to charge it back to the sender. She felt a small satisfaction knowing, this person that seemed to anger her Master, would at least know how she treated his gifts.

One of these gifts still burned her throat. Quickly she removed it, setting it on the table in front of her, glaring at it, as it glared back at her. Drawing her knees to her, she placed her feet at the edge of the chair, and gently caressed Philippe’s chain around her ankle. She wanted him to come back. Just to feel his claim to her, she wore so proudly, her body felt the intense desire for him. This token brought more feeling than any hard stones could ever do.

"Mon Philippe, mon Amour, mon Maitre….," she whispered, "J’ai besoin de toi." She did not want to do as she wished, but wanted what he wished. With an exasperated sigh, she decided to read this note. Gingerly, as if it would bite, she unfolded the paper and read.

Der schöne Oasis,

So often I work with beautiful girls, but none who could bring the universe to me as you showed this night I saw you. May I say? My eyes have never seen such heaven, nor my heart such regret to see this universe leave with my old comrade. It has not been often I envy his possessions, but you I would posses.

Join me Oasis for the opening of my next production, "Songs of the Soul". If you must, you may bring him, but I would prefer to see your face flush with excitement over my work, rather than his proximity. You will have a private balcony for you, and your guests if you wish. I regret, I can not be there for your arrival, but will join you at some point during the intermission. 

Wear my gifts, my tokens for you. They will pale against the essence you present, but the colors around your throat should make you feel quite at ease. Will you be my possession, just for one night?

Ich erwarte Sie,

Stefan

It was cold, or was it? Oasis shivered in her Mam’s robe, the hairs along her arm raised, even to the nape or her neck. In one small moment, she went from one beloved, to a mere belonging. True, it was only one persons perception of her, but to have it named so boldly, could it be true? She felt the emotions pass along her face, and knew she must look as Philippe had while reading this, even if the emotions were different. An inner question could bring so many doubts, could also bring so many more questions. 

"A possession?" she asked herself. "I am much more, you foolish inept man, and Master will show you, I know he will!" she hissed, pointedly to the most elaborate bouquet. The anger felt good, like fire igniting her blood. The melancholy question forgotten, this old friend of a feeling embraced. Quickly before the florist arrived, Oasis put her arms around these stems and lifted them from the vase, barely feeling the water trailing to her feet, and soaking her robe. The vase unbalanced, tipped like a drunken sailor, before falling sideways to the table and breaking, sending shards of glass onto and into the skin of her legs not covered by the robe. She winced only slightly, feeling tiny pricks on her bare toes, as she walked to her balcony with her laden arms. She watched after dumping them over the side. Her head felt a dizzy giddiness seeing each one touch the ground. 

"A funeral for flowers," she thought, "I wonder if I should send people?" 

Possessions 

Days had passed, the choker and gown sat in the floor of her closet looking abandoned and lost. That morning while choosing her clothes for work, her foot accidentally kicked the lid, allowing her a glance once more of the gown. She had wanted to ignore these intrusions, but seeing the exposure brought back all of her feelings. She had not responded to this invitation, even though it was less than a week before the performance. Her feelings balanced between confusion and anger, because Philippe had been true to his words. He had not come by, had not phoned, he was letting her make up her own mind.

"Damn! I should have thrown these over the side too!" she said, with exasperation, and a slam of the door, making the door mirror warble uncertainly. Remembering how the glass shattered just from the vase, she put her hand to the mirror to steady it, and keep it in place. Seeing her reflection, arm up palm out, she thought of one word. Stop! It was a good sign. Stop this worry, stop this uncertainty. 

Tracing her reflection with her fingertip, she felt a coldness pass along this finger to her spirit. Her finger reached her reflected shoulder, and continued to the place her physical heart would beat. Pressing this finger to the glass, until her nail was white underneath, Oasis thought her reflection looked like a backwards, one finger, pledge of allegiance over her heart. 

"I pledge allegiance, to mon Maitre, who has not called or spoken for days…." She spoke trying to be solemn. Her laughter broke her reverie of cold. Seeing her laughter reflected, it was contagious, until she had to leave this mirrored person and dress, or be late for work. Her eyes were still moist from trying to stop, this utter foolishness of herself felt. Locking the front door behind her, she thought, "No reply to an invitation, is as good as saying, no ."




Majic Cont...



Having made this decision, though it lacked a certain politeness, the remainder of the week for her felt lighter of heart. Even though she loved such productions, she knew she made the right decision, even vowing to herself to return the rest of what had been given. She did not feel a time deadline to do so, and with the box now pushed even further back in the closet, it was not an issue in her mind. Coming home the night of the performance, her mind thought of when she would see Philippe again.

Her ritual of home was as mundane as many, checking the mail, changing to comfortable clothes, but this particular evening her door was already opened. It should have alarmed her to see her door only partially closed, but her thought that Philippe might be there, superseded any caution. Pushing the door all the way open excitedly, her spirits high with delight, she walked in, and interrupted a conversation between Philippe and Giovani. All eyes turned to her, even ones not mentioned, as she stood trying to grasp the situation. 

Peripheral vision let her see lore, balanced on the edge of her seat beside Giovani. Their time together flashed in her mind, even as her focus came upon Philippe and his hand, placed casually on another’s thigh. She looked from the hand, to this face, trying place the acquaintance. Trying very hard for some mention of this woman. Her inquiry turned to lore. "Tell me!" it said, but lore would not gain her sight. Even though Oasis knew her friend’s denial would be her own, she continued her silent search for understanding. It came voiced from her own Master.

"Oasis! How lovely, you are just in time to welcome Elisa. Come, make her feel welcome." He said, sliding his hand even further up her thigh. The woman shifted to allow her dress to be pulled even higher, spreading herself, opening herself to his touch. Her fingers gripping the material of her dress, left no doubt just where his hand had gained access.

Words tried to form behind Oasis’ mouth, but stuck there, her throat constricted against any possible release of them. Her focus left Philippe’s endeavored hand, to calculate upon Elisa’s face. Every expression she knew by heart, the thoughts from Elisa’s eyes, the enormous need from his hand. Oasis’ own jealous love began to conceive the welcome she was requested to give. Breathing a painful breath through her nose, and releasing it in an inaudible growl, she advanced forward. 

Her clothing she left in a trail, leaving her undergarments on, a languid ballet with each step. Gaining a kneeling position before Philippe’s own feet, her eyes did not leave Elisa’s face. So close, Oasis could tell, the pleasure too apparent in the slack expression she saw. The movement of his hand down her thigh, distracted Oasis’ intent vision, only to move her enraged focus to this wet opening he had left.

"Finish for me Oasis," he said, as he traced along her nose, and around her lips with his wet fingers.

Could she have even fathomed the idea, she would have bit him. Instead she moved her face passed his caress to give Elisa the welcome her heart pumped to her mind. Licking the path her Master had left, Oasis heard and felt this desire, instead of seeing. Even before her mouth could touch this entrance, Elisa pushed herself forward, plunging Oasis’ mouth and nose into her wet pond. Breathing was not a priority for Oasis, but finding this clit was. Maneuvering her tongue around Elisa’s swollen lips, Oasis placed her hands on the inside of Elisa’s thighs, and eased her back some allowing room for breathing. Elisa’s moan of acceptance could be heard, with her head resting back against the couch. Parting these tender lips, Oasis wanted to begin her cruel welcome immediately, but she knew the moment would be more meaningful if she could be patient. Sliding her tongue down and gaining access inside, Oasis rubbed her finger around the swollen upper connection until she found the bud, she was searching. Oasis’ tongue felt the contractions inside, her finger moving insistent, allowing the bud to grow. With her tongue continuing to probe, she could feel Elisa losing the battle to hold back. When her tongue told her Elisa’s big welcome had arrived, she moved her face and replaced her teeth where her finger had been so successful. Biting down cruelly, and feeling it slip slowly between her teeth, her only satisfaction came, when she felt herself thrown back, hitting the floor hard enough with her bottom, to jar her teeth together. 

Elisa’s painful scream, was lost to Oasis. She could only hear the roar of her rage pounding in her head. Briefly she detected satisfied laughter, and thought sure it was her own, until she looked over to lore. lore was near doubled over, tears sprouting from the corners of her eyes, trying to control this fit. Seeing Oasis’ own face split into a comical grin, lore could not contain herself, and let the laughter come through even more. Giovani did not seem to find Oasis’ act of jealousy as humorous, but allowed his own to share her camaraderie. He found the whole of it arousing, knowing he could punish her later, if he so desired. Oasis gave lore a wink of conspiracy, and stood up, her focus immediately to Philippe. He was angry, she could see, but his ego was also apparently pleased knowing just how deeply he had invoked these feelings in her. When he raised a brow to her gaze, the corners of his mouth gave her only the slightest of movement up, before pursing again mindfully. 

Not giving him a chance to speak, Oasis turned around to seek solace in her room. Seeing a woman standing behind her, Oasis was startled some, but moved sideways to go by. Feeling her arm gripped painfully she stopped mid stride, to look inquiringly at this woman. She felt a little unease, seeing the intense darkening from this woman’s eyes. It made Oasis think of sharp flints igniting a storm.

"Oasis, I hope my welcome will be just as humorous for you. I am Mistress Suzanne, and poor sobbing Elisa belongs to me," she seethed, before releasing her arm, and going to sit and hold her wounded doll.

Oasis watched this play for a moment, before turning again away from it. "Elisa was a pawn," she thought. Briefly she felt some remorse, but only briefly. She knew by this Mistress’ stormy look, her remorse would be gained efficiently with other means. Philippe would allow it, she knew he would, and mixed with the unease she felt, there was also an arousal so profound beginning, she could not put name to it even in her mind. The last expression she saw in his eyes, let her know, her behavior was expected. This is what he had meant to gain from her actions. Reaching her bedroom, she sat on the edge of her bed, hands folded in her lap. Waiting. Waiting with anticipation, but waiting too for the remorse he would allow. 

Pet’s Obedience

Her wait was not long. The door opening, she did not even need to glance up, to know Philippe was not alone. Mistress Suzanne could make her presence felt without ever saying a word. Oasis thought of white electricity, and could well imagine if she did look, Mistress’ hair would be alive with it. Maybe like one of the electric globes she had seen in a novelty shop, where the electricity is fused with colored light, all points going out touching the glass. Oasis felt like this globe, feeling the probing of electric points, testing here on her skin, going through and coming back out again.

"Tell me Oasis, are you sorry for hurting Elisa?" She asked calmly.

It was another probe Oasis felt, but this time in her integrity, her ability to be true. She tested her answer in her mind, weighing the "yes", and the "no" equally. There was no right or wrong answer to this. She knew what was done was done, and the only question for her now was how sorry she would be made to feel. 

Oasis took a deep breath. "No, Mistress, I am not sorry," she said, raising her eyes to the level of her inquiry. Staying a steady look was not easy. Oasis was right, Mistress was nothing but white electricity. Philippe stepped past Suzanne, and placed his finger under Oasis’ chin, turning her gaze to him. His expression was soft, his smile even softer. When he bent to kiss her mouth gently, she felt, at least for him, her answer had been correct.

"You have 20 minutes to prepare yourself to go out for the evening. I suggest you get started. Philippe and I will pick what you will wear," Suzanne commanded. "Put your hair up Oasis. I think all things that bite need to wear collars." With her dismissal, Suzanne opened the closet, "Let’s see. What would such a pet wear?" Pushing the hanging clothes, her eyes spied the box towards the back. Removing the lid and seeing the gown, she knew this was her fancy. Taking it out, the jeweler’s box and the note fell to the floor beside her. Finding an empty hanger for the gown, she secured it on the hook, then retrieved both items. Reading the note, she laughed with understanding. "Naughty Philippe," she thought, "using poor Elisa that way to make "tit for tat" on jealousies." Opening the jeweler’s box, her mind began to form her own naughty ideas. With gown and choker in hand, she slid the note into her garter, pressing it smooth against her skin, thinking this evening she may enjoy the opera for a change.

"Philippe? This is a lovely ensemble. Don’t you think?" She asked innocently. 

His hesitation alone spoke volumes to her, but the change in demeanor that rippled across his features, told her this nerve was still exposed. She watched with fascination, while he tried to mask these feelings.

"That is fine Suzanne," he growled, checking his watch, and going to look in on Oasis. Standing in the doorway he examined her. When she turned to look at him, her face washed of all make-up, her hair pulled up away from her face, she looked like a startled child. "Continue Oasis, you still have some time left." He saw relief touch her features, before she turned away, her reflected eyes in the mirror, intent on her task. Balancing on the edge of the vanity, he watched her apply each layer, maturing the child she could be, into the woman between. Having a limit on time, should have made her nervous and hurried. Seeing her methodical, calm approach to meet this crush on time, he hoped if there was ever a crisis, she would be on his side of the field. 


Placing himself behind her, he kissed her shoulders across her back. Still she continued, pausing the eyeliner only a second in mid air, before dismissing his intrusion. He waited until each eye was done, then began again, his lips up to her neck, placing soft kisses. Lips still grazing her skin, he glanced in the mirror, and smiled against her skin, seeing her hands tremble some, retrieving her mascara. Again allowing her to finish each eye, his lips moved up to her ear. "Are you ready Oasis," he whispered, his short beard making her shiver. He knew this was not fair play to her, but seeing her begin to fluster under his touch, made it a challenge. Her hands belied anything she tried to hide. They trembled and scattered the various lipsticks, until she stopped all movement and glared at him. "Hurry," he smiled into her ear, ignoring this flame in her eyes. Feeling her breathe in her determination, her hand grabbed one of the fallen tubes, not even glancing the color, and began to apply it without losing his reflection. With the last stroke of her cylinder pen, she looked at herself, and smiled triumphantly at him. She knew this one small battle, had been won.

Pressing against her, theirs eyes meeting in the reflection, he entwined his fingers on top on her hands, and pulled them up, over her head against the mirror, holding her there. Her breath began to fog the mirror in front of them, distorting the lines of her mouth. "Breathe any harder Oasis, and you will make us both disappear." Her kiss to the mirror clouded more, his knee pushing her legs apart, his body against hers, sliding her panty up and down against the edge of the vanities hard surface. Pulling his arms and hers back down, he embraced her this way, his hold and hers, melding her against him. With his mouth to her ear again he whispered, "You are ready, but are you ready?" Seeing his mirror close her eyes, he had the answer. Releasing his hold to her hands, he released himself, entering her, the panty still in place, only moved to one side, allowing him access. Her hands flattened against the mirror pushing herself back towards him, her desire seen apparent with each breath. With a patient restraint, he pulled away from her. Her eyed reflection blurred by her fogged desire, he smiled. "You will wait."

He lead her by the hand out of the bathroom into the visual embrace of Suzanne. Her inspection, as efficient as a drill sergeant, to her commands of Oasis’ appearance. Lifting a few tresses of hair from Oasis’ neck, and placing them behind the clasp securing her hair, she seemed satisfied to continue.

"Kneel Oasis," she spoke, her voice a quite, but expecting tone. The choker she had bundled in one hand, and when she let it dangle before Oasis’ eyes, the pained expression she saw in this look, told her, the wearing of this kind of collar, was exactly a fitting torture. Securing it around Oasis’ neck, she said, " To wear an elegance brings pleasure to one’s self for others to see. To know one is bound through this elegance by choice, when other’s look upon you, you will burn with the knowledge that they may see, something biting, something needing some restraint."

Oasis could feel this already, these words being said. Her revolt of wearing something so painful, was enough to make her feel animalistic. Quietly she growled inside, even donning the gown, once given, without protest. When Philippe brought her leash forward though, she stumbled back away from him, until the corner of her room stopped any more distance. Huddled to the floor, her hands tried helplessly to push the leash away. Gaining her wrists in his grasp, he secured the leash, and wound it around his one hand making it taunt against the choker. A twinge of remorse finally beginning to be felt, as he pulled her along, an all fours advance, the gown making it difficult to move gracefully, tripping her knees.

Elisa’s delight to see Oasis’ progression to the room on all fours was earned. The sight for everyone else brought a heightened sense of arousal, a near primal instinct shared, only to bring Oasis to tears of frustration. Trying to bow her head against Philippe’s pull on the leash, Suzanne placed her feet beneath Oasis’ chin. The tears fell at random. Some hitting the leather of her shoe, others darkening a spreading pool around the top of her stocking feet. Elisa made her own four’s advance to lick her Mistress’ shoes and feet, feeling her Mistress had given her satisfaction for her injury. An even more poignant feeling when a tear dropped on Elisa’s nose or graced her cheek, so close to her Mistress’ shoes. 

Giovani could not resist. "Go," he commanded of lore. Her expression a mixture of happiness and condolence, she mixed her tongue with Elisa’s, only in greediness licking Oasis’ cheek before anymore of Oasis’ frustrations could touch Elisa’s skin.

"Enough!" Philippe’s tone, told Oasis, even her tears, he did not want to share. "Up Oasis, it’s time to leave," he admonished, only allowing her a moment to gain her feet, before pulling her towards the door.

Oasis was more than happy to gain two feet instead of four. The relief she felt could have been compared to evolution.

Juste Envie

"Wait!" Suzanne exclaimed, walking to the breakfast table and examining the centerpiece. Raffia, live bamboo, water, and marbled stones were the inhabitants of this vase. Carefully pulling the longest two feet of bamboo, her fingers caressed the length of the green stem, ignoring the droplets of water falling to her already wet shoes. The top had sprouted pointed green leaves, so delicate, but in the curve of the bamboo at their point of birth, one could assume, their need to display, had disfigured the top of it’s host bending it mercilessly. Pulling her fingers around the bend in the stem, Suzanne found a perfect fit for her grasp, and a perfect miniature to add to her collection of canes. "What other delightful treasures would I find Philippe, if we had more time?" she asked, scraping the roots off with her nails back into the water. Tying pieces of raffia to the end of the bamboo, and then making a loop for her wrist, she held her prize up for admiration. "Let’s go!" 

The driver was waiting for them, the street lights shining on the open door. Philippe allowed everyone ahead except Oasis, who followed him still attached to her leash. Being dark, she was not too concerned for her neighbors to see her. Standing at the door to the car, the driver did take more than a curious look, but looked dutifully past her, when her eyes caught him and did not look away, holding a steady arrogant look. Her foot poised to enter, her head slightly inside the door, she noticed there was nowhere for her to sit. Relaxed and comfortable, Giovani was stretched across one seat, his feet in lore’s lap. lore was gently massaging them. Across from them, the seat facing forward, Mistress Suzanne by one window, Elisa in the middle, Philippe sitting back patiently next to the other window, her leash entwined around his hand.

Pulling her dress up to her thighs, Oasis, undaunted, took a kneeling position on the carpeted floor before her Master. The car starting forward, Oasis put both hands flat to the floor beside her, to brace the sudden motion. She looked at Mistress Suzanne, and was not surprised to find her gaze returned, even though the conversation coming from Suzanne’s lovely mouth was not directed towards her. Oasis could hear her tapping the baby bamboo against the door frame of the car. Even lore was at attention to this little distraction. When Suzanne moved her hand to one of the controls on the door panel, the bamboo swung hypnotically at the end of her wrist. The moon roof opened, letting the clear, and cool air inside. Oasis could not help but look up into it. She loved to see the stars standing still, even though she was rushing past them.

"Philippe, I think your pet wants to stick her head out the window," Suzanne spoke, cutting all conversations in mid sentence.

Philippe laughed. The idea was too humorous, and too delicious not to agree to. "Oasis, stand up, and get some air." The child in her expression returned to him. A crumbled pout from her mouth, and all her arrogance was gone. He touched this pouted lip, tracing his finger down to her chin. "Now," he said, letting her leash fall into her lap.

"Turn towards the front Oasis," Suzanne included, seeing her movement, and caressing the bamboo with her fingertips.

Gaining her feet in a moving car was not an easy task. The heeled shoes they had given her to wear, were only held around her ankles by tiny straps looped through eyelets in the back, not much support at all. When she had turned around and began to stand, she felt Philippe’s hands go around her waist giving her support not to fall. Her hands gained the opening of the roof, pulling herself up to peep over the edge. Looking up to the stars she stood fully, instantly her back pinned against the roof, by the velocity of the wind. An amazing feeling for her, her hands going upwards, letting the wind go through her fingers. 

"I need her to bend over the roof Philippe." Tapping the bamboo in the opposite palm, Suzanne looked impatient.

"May I borrow lore?" Philippe asked.

Giovani smiled and pulled his feet from her lap, setting them before himself, leaning forward with interest. "lore do you think you could convince Oasis’ body to stretch over the roof?" His impish smile betrayed the seriousness of the question, his hands already moving the front of Oasis gown, folding it up and securing it, by looping her leash in the band of her garter, giving a tent’s opening.




Majic Cont...



The movement around her body not free to the outside, brought Oasis back from her star gazing. Her legs were exposed from the front, she could feel the cool air around her thighs. Feeling petite hands caressing her skin, Oasis knew it was lore, and smiled with agreement. Gripping the opening of the roof with her hands, Oasis stepped her feet wider, straining the arch of her feet to hold a more open stance for lore. Her panty was pulled under the garter, Oasis could feel lore was using her teeth. She hoped her clit would not be gaining the same fate as Elisa, but almost ached for it, the moment lore parted her lips with a wet tongue, and began to explore her. lore continued her exploration, purposely missing Oasis’ clit to frustrate her. Oasis tried to move herself to navigate this tongue, but the strain in her feet and ankles from this position gave her limited movement. Leaning forward and gripping the sides of the roof with her fingers, she lay her upper body flat against the top. Taking the strain off her feet, and being rewarded, when lore flicked this wet tongue on her clit over and over. Her cheek against the cold surface, Oasis felt her moans grabbed by the wind, and carried beyond her. A flash of a movie went through her mind. A stunt man trying to hold on to the top of a car before being thrown off of it. 

Suzanne lit with electricity again seeing the bending willow, unknowingly protrude her bottom. "Elisa, raise and hold the back of her gown over her bottom for me," she commanded quietly. Moving to Elisa’s vacated seat, Suzanne gained her needed position behind Oasis. The limited space of the car, made this tiny cane perfection. The force of her wrist in vertical, would be near as effective as a horizontal weld. "Thank you lore, that is enough." When lore moaned her indifference, Suzanne raised her brow to Giovani around Oasis’ leg.

"lore, do not bring her to pleasure," he said, satisfied when he saw her face shift some away. "Better?" he asked, his own indifference heard, to continue the sight before him.

Sighing, and rolling her eyes at him, Suzanne nodded. "Typical," she thought. Place two women sexually in front of a man, and he could be happy for a life time. Dismissing the trivial thought, she raised her tiny cane. Flipping her wrist, as if using a whip, her first mark landed, a satisfying sound and sight, when Oasis tensed immediately before easing back again slowly. Looking at Philippe, and his surprised expression, her first thought came back to her, "Typical." 

Philippe had been as focused as Giovani watching lore tease and suckle around Oasis. The slanted mark beginning to welt in front of him brought his attention from one sight to the other, back and forth. He saw Suzanne raise her arm again, and waited, a brief anticipation shocking his mind, for her to land another. Seeing the marks land and form, his own hand twitched to be the possessor of this stem. Three on each side fanned, meeting together between the exposed base on her rear.

Her cries of pain were as lost as her moans of pleasure, the wind depriving, even her, the ability to gauge her pain through sound. The feeling was not diminished at all. The fire she felt to her senses, brought tears to her eyes. Though the type of heeled shoes had hurt her before, she was grateful for them now. The spike of them secured in the carpet of the floor gave her stability to keep standing. Gripping the sides of the car’s roof top, flattening her upper body even more, she braced herself for any forthcoming from Suzanne. lore softly continued to lick her, knowing these caresses would ease her pain some. Oasis relaxed into lore’s mouth, easing her grip on the car. The pleasure brought with lore’s tongue mingled with the fire she still felt from the baby bamboo. Her body responded to both, lore’s tongue and lips capturing her clit, bringing the two senses together. Oasis felt suspended, opening her eyes, and watching the silent city slide by her. When the car slowed and stopped at a traffic light, another car pulled along side waiting patiently. The driver curious, glancing at the darkened windows beside him. "Philippe….mon Philippe!" she gasped, arching herself, becoming the roof ornament instead of the hood. The patient driver’s attention went to her. Lying back to the roof, Oasis smiled at him. The light turning green, he sped off quickly, making her laugh. She could only imagine the physical sight she presented. Tears down her face, hair in every which way from the wind, and elegantly dressed. "Belzebuth’s kin," she thought.

Being led back down to the interior, she was allowed to sit on her heels in front of lore, and repair her face, while lore brushed and refastened her hair. The clasp securing it was lost somewhere between the outskirts of town, and downtown itself. lore asked the driver for two fountain pens. Twisting the smoothed hair into a bun, she secured a pen on each side. Looking at her work, she thought, "At least the fan look matches her bottom." Her nails traced down Oasis’ bare neck to her shoulders, making Oasis lean against her easily. lore pulled her own dress up, so she could hold Oasis with her knees, and replaced her nails with her little mouth. 

Philippe leaned back in his seat watching the arousal transform Oasis’ face. He knew how the tiny breaths would feel against his skin, and how an escaped moan would taste in his mouth from her. When he saw her fingers clasp around lore’s spread shoes, and her eyes, transformed, looked at him in need, his only thought was…… desire.

L’Indulgence

Suzanne felt typical watching with the same interest as her peers. Such a simple act between the two. The chemistry apparent in the familiar comforts shown to each other. She would have enjoyed seeing the continuation of caresses to more between lore and Oasis, but the car had stopped, evident to deliver them to their destination. Slipping the invitation from her garter conspicuously, she gained entrance out of the car with Elisa, before the others.

A brief moment alone with Philippe in the car, and she felt like discreet lover’s, stealing a quite kiss. Taking her leash in his hand once more, he led her out. No neighbors to hide from now. "Philippe, please, you know I will follow without this," she implored from him.

"Oasis, knowing is expected, doing, is something entirely different." Without regard, he jangled the leash, turning from her, to follow.

When tickets were asked for, Suzanne shooed away the ones Giovani offered, and produced the invitation to the usher, pointing to Oasis to acknowledge her presence for identification. Philippe’s enjoyment of the car ride to the present, vanished. Seeing the invitation, his jealous anger surfaced without restraint. Standing for a moment, every part of him infused again with past aggressions. The choker, the gown she wore, infuriated him. Pulling her forward abruptly, his grip on the leash cruelly shortened by his other hand pulling close to the choker. Oasis envisioned the beautiful stones falling and stumbling around her shoes, his hold was so tight. Instead, she stumbled to follow him without choice, keeping her balance only by luck on her tricky heels.

Thrusting the end of the leash into Suzanne’s hand, he released his hold around Oasis. "Here…she can accompany the note," he said turning away quickly. 

"No, Maitre, please!" Oasis pleaded instantly, her one hand pulling at the leash in Suzanne’s possession, the other reaching out for him. The desire so naked in his face moments ago, replaced by his shell of anger.

"Why Oasis?" he asked, turning back to confront her. "You wear the gown, the choker, you still had possession of the invitation!!" It was not a question. His anger, his jealousy all centered around her retaining the admiration of another. 

"It was not intentional," she said, knowing it sounded as hollow as she felt. "I meant to return all of it, please, Maitre don’t look at me that way…." Her voice breaking, his expression not softened by her excuses. In all the tears, in all the pain she had ever felt or given to him, in only one look he bore into her spirit, what true pain could be. When he turned again away from her, everything, even this pain, went with him. She stood still, numb. The pull on the leash she followed without understanding, a guidance without thought. Reaching the upper balconies she kneeled without protest, seeing her leash tied to the banister in front of her. The production began, lights softening around her, the tears falling silent down her face. What she saw in her mind was not the sight before her eyes, but each day she had shared with him before feeling this void so complete. If only she had not procrastinated in the responsibility of choice he had given her.

Intermission came. The break for so many to mingle, to see and show who of who’s shined more brightly in the fluorescent sun of the house. Oasis scanned the mill of people below her, trying to find him.

"Oasis…." lore whispered. "What can I do? I want to cry, you look so sad." Kneeling herself and putting her arms around Oasis, the leash biting under her arm, she held Oasis against her. Feeling the tap of the tiny cane, lore moved away some. Her kneeled position beside Oasis, she let her hand rest on the floor against Oasis’ knee, her eyes looking out into the people too. She spied Giovani amongst some of his friends. Watching him, she could not help in Oasis’ search. 

"lore," Oasis murmured, finally speaking. Not getting a response right away, Oasis pinched lore’s pinkie resting against her knee. "Ask him to find Philippe," her request so simple, but so complicated to make things right again. Find him and then…… In her mind she thought Giovani might shed some perspective in her favor for her own actions. It was not a solid hope she could feel, but to imagine, something at least to give her a hope to explain why she never returned any of the gifts, or discarded the invitation.

lore, her attention focused on Oasis’ request, turned herself to look at her friend. The lights were cruel, showing the stark streaks upon Oasis’ face, but yet they softened the points in Oasis’ eyes, making a little rift in the shell Oasis carried around her. Caressing the map, lore, indulged her own arousal for a moment, to see such naked emotions. "Oasis, to even ask would gain me, perhaps more, of what you have now. He would not interfere, nor act as your liaison." It was a truth, she knew Oasis expected, but Giovani leaving her this way in the balcony alone, she suspected without having asked, he was already in search of Philippe. lore knew by the way he watched her before the intermission, her concern for her friend was marked in her demeanor. In his own quiet way, without her asking or knowing, he would attempt to ease her worry for her friend’s well being.

Oasis accepted the response without blame to anyone but herself. She could have left. Something she had done before in foolishness. It was a brief thought in her mind to do so, but to do it once was naïve, to do it twice? She did not want to think of the repercussions she might face, but even more devastating to think? If she left, what if there were none? A fresh stream of tears formed in her eyes, spilling the corners, and the insides of her cheeks. Lore ignored the tap of the baby cane, and pulled her arms around Oasis, their cheeks together behind the banister bars.

The opening door brought all of the attentions in the enclave to the new presence. Stefan entered and even to the unknowing, seemed agitated in his movements. His sight went immediately to the two kneeled on the floor before Suzanne. His look burned with contempt, and near fury. "Get up both of you, get up right now!" He nearly shouted. 

"Hello to you too Stefan," Suzanne interjected smoothly, "and no, you two may stay where you are."

Stefan turned his glare to Suzanne. "Do you know the distraction this is making? The buzz is not about MY production, but about, who are the so interesting people who chain others to the skies above! This is not acceptable Suzanne. This is not the place for such nonsense!" His face showed his seriousness, by turning a scarlet red, his eyes and his mouth a twist in them both, making it seem they were fighting against each other on his expression. He pointed jaggedly to Oasis. When he saw both lore and her trying to hold back their laughter, his anger increased, making his finger slightly shake. "Get up," he said again, a voice this time, that made Oasis think of poison.

Oasis did not move, her own anger beginning to build towards this truly egoistic man. Her eyes dried completely turning a dangerous green, her face set stonily, and any humiliation to be chained, to this banister, left her. She returned his fury for a moment, then turned her face away, held so haughtily, even she felt it was an action to express her disregard fully. His angry, measured approach to her was felt, but not acknowledged. Oasis could feel the agitation exuding from him when he bent to grab her shoulder. She heard the swoosh and snap of the baby cane right near her ear, and even then did not flinch her stoic posture. The wince from Stefan she also heard, and smiled inside knowing the baby had taken it’s mark perfectly.

"Stefan, in my lifetime, I have seen nonsense, but what you were just about to do, is right there at the top of it. Having read your invitation, it seems to me, you have gotten exactly what you asked for. She is wearing what you wanted, she is in all sense of the word in possession by her leash, and circumstances have made Philippe absent to this real nonsense." Suzanne paused for a moment allowing Stefan to absorb her words. "If things have not been as successful for you this evening as you had hoped, then there is much to be said in being careful in what you ask for."

Suzanne’s tone was pleasant, and non threatening, but Oasis could feel the white storm building behind her. In admonishing Stefan’s petty complaints, Suzanne had made her feel proud to be a possession, even though temporarily given away. She thought of Elisa, and felt a true remorse, finally, for hurting her. Elisa was lucky to have a Mistress who protected the value of what was possessed. In her heart she knew also that Philippe had not left her. In producing the invitation, Oasis felt correctly, Suzanne had meant to punish Philippe as well. All of the past hours had been to rectify Elisa being used improperly. This understanding brought a feeling of relief, and also a feeling of safety against Stefan’s presence still. Oasis knew, as long as Suzanne had possession of her leash, her fate was in good hands.

"Stefan, poor little man, if you would like to address me now, and ask for her possession, there is still a few minutes before the production begins to do so." Suzanne had lain the baby cane across her lap tapping it lightly in the other hand. "Before you do though, I have ask…..Oasis, do you wish to go with him?"

Oasis did not reply. Her posture remained erect and still for a few seconds, then she slowly began to unravel the leash from the banister. Standing to her feet, she faced Suzanne. They exchanged looks for a moment before Oasis unhooked the leash from the choker and offered it to her. Suzanne raised her eyebrow questioningly, but accepted it without comment. "Please Mistress, indulge me this one time," was all Oasis said to her.

"Stefan, I do have to say, to receive such beautiful gifts is very flattering, and very gracious of you. You were not able to see my reaction to all of the extravagant bouquets, so I am happy you are here, and I can now show you just what I think of it all." Pulling the thin straps of the gown over her shoulders, she gestured to lore, to help her with the zipper in the back. Feeling the pull begin down, she felt released from all of the nonsense that had bound her spirit from the start of such gifts. The gown free, it pooled to her feet, her undergarments a stark contrast to her skin in the lights of the house. Standing in the pool of fabric, Oasis unclasp the choker holding it up before her eyes. She seemed to offer it to Stefan, but when he reached for it, she flicked her wrist and hand sideways, dropping it below. Glancing it’s fallen progress, she saw it land carefully in the lap of a woman below them. The blue tinted hair turned upwards, a delightful little scowl on the older woman’s face. Oasis waved her fingers mischievously, and smiled a naughty smile to her before facing Stefan again.

Though his anger had never left him, Stefan felt an even greater surge of it course through him. Blindly he reached for Oasis’ arm, but she pulled them up above her, then leaned over the banister slightly, gaining even more attentions from below. Even with the baby cane poised and ready in Suzanne’s hand, Stefan stopped, feeling the eyes of the upturned faces. Nervously he smiled and waved a small wave of his own, hoping in his reputation for the uncommon, this would all look to be part of the production.

Oasis made a sweeping gesture, pulling the pooled gown back up, then over her head, holding it above her. With a grand curtsey to Stefan, she turned once more to the banister and threw the gown high, so it would fall slowly into the eyes waiting below. She thought of Mardi Gras and the throwing of beads, the way it was accepted in it’s flight. Her only regret, was not to have all the flowers to throw and give such a happy funeral. The house lights began their slow diminish, giving the whole of her performance " a saving grace" to Stefan.

"Bravo!" Suzanne smiled to her.

Bending down, Oasis removed the thin straps of her heels from around her ankles, then taking them and connecting them together by one of their clasps, she placed this make shift collar around her neck securing it the same way. "Mistress?" she asked, kneeling again near the banister, then feeling Suzanne clasp the leash and bind her once more, she felt at ease.

Philippe came back with Giovani. The smile Giovani gave lore, let her know things would be right again. They had both witnessed the funeral. She eased from Oasis to be closer to him, knowing in Oasis’ smile looking outwards, Oasis knew Philippe had come back. Philippe quietly sat behind her. When he reached his arm out to take the leash in his possession again, Oasis caressed her face against his wrist. She continued to kneel at his feet her head in his lap. Each caress he gave to her hair, made her feel more of a song in her soul, than any that could be sung before her.

The performance to it’s end, Suzanne dropped the invitation in her seat, dusting her hands in front of her she smiled. "At least this nonsense is behind them."



Majic Continued



MAJIC (continued)

Pleasures of the City

A City Deer Hunt

Oasis walked towards the subway entrance gratefully. The incessant cold would at least be kept at bay with other warm bodies around her. Naked beneath her long coat, her body pimpled with goose flesh, she shivered. She wondered if she shook more from the cold or from the anticipation of this next meeting with Philippe. 

He had phoned her that morning, even before she was awake. When she answered the phone sleepily, the first word he said was, Oasis. That was all that was needed to have her instantly awake, knowing who was calling. She pulled herself up quickly, and turned on the light next to her bed. Just the sound of his voice making her heart pound heavily. 

"Did I wake you sweet Oasis?" Philippe asked smiling.

"Yes Master, you did. Is something wrong?" Oasis asked in return, reading the bedside clock. It was 6:00am. 

"Oh no, nothing is wrong. I want to see you." He said, imagining her sitting on her bed, her hair tousled from sleep, knowing as he heard movement through the phone, she was running her fingers through this hair. An unconscious gesture for her, but so much arousing to Him. "Do you have pen and paper close by?" He asked, now imagining her brow furrow questioningly, and her hand now from her hair, set still in her lap.

"No, I will get it. Just a moment" she said as she set the phone aside, and quickly went to retrieve this from her kitchen. "I have it now Master." She spoke trying to catch her breath from waking up so suddenly, and also getting this for him so quickly. She wanted to ask why she needed to write things down, when he had only said he wanted to see her, but kept silent knowing he would tell her what he wanted her to know.

"Oasis, write this down" he said, and proceeded to tell her a station number, a time, a terminal number, and then the exact car she would enter and where to wait. He smiled on the other end of the phone, knowing she so much wanted to ask why. He could tell from the audible silence from her. He could barely hear her breathing, she was so still trying to hold any questions in. "I also want you to only wear a long coat, and whichever heeled shoes you like." He stated simply to her silence.

Oasis wrote all this down mechanically, even though the questions in her mind came the same way. The last statement to be naked under her long coat, flared incessant in her mind.

"Master?" she asked tentatively.

"Yes?" he said sounding impatient, although he was not, knowing what she would ask already.

"May I be dressed and then remove the clothing in a ladies room before I enter this particular subway car? It will be so cold today, and is supposed to snow again." She complained.

"No" is all he said, and hung up the phone.

Feeling a small bit of reproach for being cut off so quickly, Oasis went to prepare herself, thinking even without clothing, she would have to hurry to make this train.

Even with such a great effort to be presentable, descending the subway steps, her hair hung heavy and wet with snow around her shoulders, her face drawn tight against the cold, she felt the stinging sensations, as the warm air around her tried to bring life back to her freezing skin. She thought this way to be dressed in such cold to be cruel, and wondered why Philippe would not have at least let her be warm on her trip here. She entered the nearest ladies room, by passing everything except the warm dryers for wet hands. She punched the first, harder than she meant to, grateful it would still spew warm air to her frozen hands. So early in the morning this was a busy place. She knew the way she was dressed, and her disheveled appearance would bring condescending looks from those more appropriately dressed. Feeling the blessed warmth on her hands, she did not care. Punching the now silent machine again, she flipped her head over as well, and let the warm air dry her frozen hair.

A woman approached the dryer next to Oasis. She watched Oasis as she vainly tried to dry and warm her hair this way. Rubbing her hands lightly beneath her own dryer she watched silently as Oasis pulled her hair up length, by length under the air machine next to hers. She saw this pale neck beneath this hair, and silently cursed herself for not asking Philippe to instruct this one to wear a lovely collar. When both dryers stopped together, she punched the metallic button again for Oasis, softly tracing the finger tips of the other hand down Oasis' neck to the collar of her coat. Smiling, she left her before she had a chance to even glance in her direction. 

Feeling this light touch upon her, Oasis stood and shivered again. This time not with cold but from the feeling of this touch upon her. The facility being so busy, she could not discern which of the women had done so. There were so many coming and going. She put these feelings aside to continue the repairs upon herself from such an unpleasant arrival. Looking in the mirror now, her hair resembled the appearance of this morning. Going ever which way, tresses falling in front of her face. She fixed this as best she could without the so many implements she had at home. Not really satisfied, but with no time to do better, she smoothed out the slight imperfections the weather had caused upon her face. Looking at her eyes, she wondered what Philippe would think of the color now. Such a dark, and broody, mood color, almost the resemblance to a shallow river, churning the bottom layers to the top. She felt as her eyes portrayed. Brewing inside with anxiety for what was going to happen, and with self consciousness for the way she was presented now. Most had their coats flipped over their arms. It was very warm underground. She wondered how many would question hers so tightly belted, and no boots, just heels upon her feet. She decided not to look at anyone, as she left the ladies room to find the right train. Had she made herself more aware, she would have seen Philippe and the woman follow after her to the intended destination.

As they followed Oasis, Philippe and Loren chatted amicably. Their dispositions easy and friendly. Unless one was a part of this conversation, it would not have been guessed the real intent of their discussion. Loren was expressing her regret not to have suggested a collar for Oasis and why. Philippe smiled in return thinking of Oasis trying to warm herself, but also repair herself from the damaging cold. He knew her vanity, instilled from her up bringing, would always ensure for him, one in a presentable state. He looked at her walking in front of them now. Her back straight, and head held high. Though he knew she preferred no shoes at all, only wearing them when she had to, she walked in these heels easily. Her legs languidly flowing in stride with each step she took. The fluorescent lights from above glinting off of the chain she wore about her ankle with each step. Loren followed Philippe's gaze. Seeing these delicate links glitter, she told Philippe she changed her mind. Chains all around this one, would suit her better. Philippe could not help but chuckle in agreement. They fell silent then. Philippe pleasantly knowing Oasis belonged to him. Loren wishing she was her own.

They entered the car a few people behind her. She still had not turned around, nor even looked to anyone on either side of her. Philippe knew she was feeling very uncomfortable in her appearance done to her by the weather, and also from only wearing this coat. He wondered if Loren sensed these things too about her. He would have asked her, but did not want even his voice to carry to Oasis, and give her tense appearance relief. He so much enjoyed seeing how she would react and deal with such extreme circumstances. 

Oasis placed herself in the exact spot Philippe had told her to. She had not even looked at her written instructions for reassurance. She had never been an avid subway passenger, but he had been very clear in the location, and it was not hard to find. There were four poles in this car, she held onto the one in the farthest part of the aisle and faced the rear. It was so crowded on this train, but she knew he was here. She could feel him. Almost smell him. She knew if she turned around and searched the faces around her, she would see him. To do that she would also have to see everyone else. To look into eyes she had no desire for, and to possibly see any adverse reaction to her appearance, was something that held her gaze steady to the back. Even knowing he was there, she gripped this pole fiercely, her knuckles looking frozen around it. She waited.

Philippe gallantly allowed Loren ahead of him. She maneuvered easily through the throng of people to the back of the car, Philippe close behind her. She stopped at the last pole, putting herself in front of Oasis, her one hand just above Oasis' on this pole. The other hand, she gently touched Oasis' chin to turn her gaze to meet her eyes. She almost laughed seeing Oasis' eyes widen, and then become doused with confusion, all in only seconds. 

"Hello little one," Loren said very seriously, although humor danced around the edges of her mouth.

Oasis knew this woman, and had felt this hand before. She felt at that moment like a deer caught in a driver's headlights. Confused and paralyzed, unable to do anything but stand stolidly while watching the impending approach. 

"Hello Mistress," Oasis finally said, but only in a whisper. She could not have spoken any more, even if she had found her voice. Oasis could not grasp why Mistress Loren would be here, and could not believe it would be a coincidence. Philippe had said he wanted to see her. She started then to turn her head to find him, only to have her face held fiercely by a delicate, but strong hand.

"No, no, no." Loren spoke while shaking her head, "You may not see him."

Oasis stared at Mistress Loren for a very long moment, her level of anxiety raised, making her heart pound brutally. She was certain Loren could feel it pulsing, even through her chin. Without words, Oasis lowered her eyes to the floor because what Loren had told her, was her Master was present, and would be watching each movement from her.

"Yes Mistress, forgive me please," Oasis spoke a bit more audible this time.

Loren smiled and released Oasis' chin trailing her finger down her throat, to the V cut of the coat material, gently pulling it slightly to have it more open. "You may look at me now Oasis" Said casually, but knowing she would see the surprise in Oasis' eyes. She then took the knotted sash and untied it letting each part fall to Oasis' sides, not truly exposing her nakedness, but now able to open this coat at will. She was pleased to see Oasis did not move, but more pleased to see her face flush with embarrassment. Loren continued, by putting her free hand not holding the pole, inside the now free front of this coat. She ran her smooth hand up to Oasis' breast caressing, and then cruelly pinching her nipple. Seeing the change in her face, and the contraction of her eyes with this pain, she pinched even harder wanting to hear her now.

Oasis was trying so hard not to make a sound, not wanting to draw attention to the play commencing upon her. It was not so hard, until Mistress Loren pinched her nipple with excruciating force. She gave Loren what she wanted, audible whimpers and a more panting breath. She felt eyes turn to look at her, and knew being at the back of this car, no one could really see what Loren was doing to her. "They will think I am crazy," Oasis thought to herself. She felt Loren's hand move from her breast to her back now, trailing her nails softly up and down the curve in her spine. Her flesh pimpled uncontrollably with this sensation bringing slight moans of pleasure from her, as Loren continued this, down the curve of her buttocks, then to the front. It was this moment Oasis felt him. Not physically, but his presence behind her. She fought the urge to turn to him, knowing that if she did, Loren's arm in her coat would expose her completely. She thought she saw Loren smile, but it was so quick. She knew Loren was thinking this too.

Philippe placed his hand around Oasis' on the pole surprised at how cold it was. Now standing behind her, with the other hand he moved her hair and kissed her softly on her neck before releasing it again. He heard her whisper "Philippe" and smiled with her response. He wanted to see her eyes, but as brightly as Loren's were shining with desire, he knew Oasis' were ten times more brilliant with expression. His free hand, he now pushed deep into the pocket of this coat. A little frustrated, he pulled it out once again and retrieved a pocket knife from his own pocket. Distending it, he resumed again, cutting the pockets end to allow his hand free to her body. He felt a brief regret again at how cold her skin was, but the moment he touched her sex, and felt the so arousing warmth there, it was gone. He heard her moan with his hand there, and removed it immediately to caress her hip and down her leg, as far as he could reach.

Loren found his hand, and took the pocket knife out of it quickly before he could snap it shut. She traced the edge of the blade against Oasis' other hip seeing her eyes widen in fear, and a small appearance of tears there. Wickedly, she put the blade now between Oasis' legs tracing the length of her arm to the tip of Oasis' sex. She saw Oasis' eyes glisten even more, and began to caress her clit with it, point side down. Seeing the tears spill now from her eyes, she snapped it shut and placed it in her own pocket.

When the blade was gone Oasis could not help, but shiver and cry even more. Blades, needles, knives, blood….they were all things she most feared. She pressed herself closer to Philippe, feeling his hand now placed on her stomach, directly above her sex. Comforted some, she still had to think he may have been holding her so she would not run.

She felt Loren's fingers parting her lips and sliding easily against them. Teasingly, Loren pushed upon her hole, while caressing her lips until she felt Oasis push against her, then moving her hand down Oasis' inner thigh and then back up again. Oasis could feel the trail of dampness left there by Loren's hand, become even colder than her skin had been before. She shivered now with cold and pleasure as Loren replaced her hand and gripped her sex very hard. Oasis moaned and pushed herself to this hand, knowing, but not caring now it was a woman's.

"Please," Oasis whispered softly looking directly in Loren's eyes.

No, Loren shook her head definitely, smiling, when she felt Philippe's hand now graze hers. When Oasis gasp loudly, Loren knew he had taken her clit. She penetrated her then, feeling how almost greedily Oasis pulled her fingers inside, and could also feel, that what Philippe was doing with her clit would put her over in moments. Philippe smiled at Loren over Oasis' shoulder, and they both stopped, hearing Oasis plead "no, please" panting. They continued this way on Oasis for some time. Bringing her to the almost ultimate point, and then stopping over and over. Each time hearing Oasis moan with regret, and then shake with anticipation.

"This is not the way to plead Oasis," Philippe said in her ear. "Do you not know how to beg?"

Even with so much desire in her to feel this denied release, Oasis did not forget where she was. This was such a crowded train, and she could feel already the looks from those closest to the three of them. When the caresses began again, she began to cry with frustration. Before she could mentally reason herself out of doing so, she knelt before Loren, feeling bare now without these fingers inside of her, but holding them with her hands and kissing them. The sudden kneeling pulled her coat open, Philippe's hand still there. Humored, he disengaged his hand, and watched his precious sub, so desperately kiss, and beg to Loren's hand.

"Only when I am pleasured first Oasis, but you may beg of your Master now," Loren smiled at her.

Oasis turned on her knees then, grasping her Master's hand and kissing his fingers until he raised her face, and her eyes saw all of the people around him staring at her in disbelief. She could not for some time even breath. It seemed to her, half the train was now only focused upon her, kneeled and exposed so completely. Her desire left her, but even before that, the shame engulfed her. She felt again, caught in the head lights, unable to move except for the tears that rolled down her face. 

She did not comprehend this, but in one moment she spied Sir Duazat gazing at her from a seat close by. His face looked intently bored, but his eyes were conspicuously enjoying this humiliation. Philippe traced her chin to look at him. He only smiled. Casually, he left her this way, kneeled, exposed, and tears streaming down her face. She saw him approach Sir Duazat. Knowing she was not dismissed, she raised herself, pulling her coat to her again, and belting the sash anyway. She turned once again to the back, shame being replaced by the fury she felt. She placed a glance in their direction, seeing the back of her Master and Loren speaking to Sir Duazat. Feeling the train coming to a halt, she decided to leave, and escape this humiliating experience, without regard to the punishment she knew she would get for doing so. The place she found her feet, was not so different than when she began. Same cold concrete, same nameless faces. Only the signs to destination were different. She wondered as the train moved away now, if they wondered where she had gone. She would soon learn, this small defiance, would be tortured from her, never to be even thought of doing again.

Pursuing the Hunt

"Philippe, that was quite a show," Sir Duazat spoke appreciatively, feeling the train slow, and gathering his paper lain casually beside him.

Philippe regarded him slyly for a moment. Marcus, or Sir Duazat as Oasis knew him, had been an acquaintance and friend for many years. He valued Marcus' opinion, and was pleased he had enjoyed this. 

"Do you remember Loren?" he asked Marcus. "I think, I should arrange a party for her, for being so perfect."

Feeling the train stop, Philippe turned to find Oasis. Worry and surprise enveloped him, when he did not find her still there. Turning to the exit, he saw her back briefly, as she exited the sub car. Though worry was still within him, fury with her now encompassed his entire being. They had all seen her leave, and understood completely, the anger with defiance. Marcus proposed Philippe let him find her, and bring her back to her home, and that he should wait for them there.

Loren had other arrangements for the day, and wished them luck in their search, before she bade farewell. She saw the intensity in Philippe's eyes before she left, and almost felt pity for Oasis, when they would find her. "It is always difficult with new one's," she thought, hoping only that Philippe would not cut her in two.

Trying to be rational, Philippe agreed to let Marcus find her. He knew if he found her right then, he might lose control, and in public that would be unthinkable. Grateful to his friend, he too left knowing with this time, he would think of an excruciating, and humiliating punishment for this. He thought of the cries he would invoke from her without mercy, and felt an intense arousal from within, pushing a primitive part of him to desire. He had always been patient with her, but this willful display, and the worry inside of him had to be vanquished.

Marcus went in search of her. He knew she could not be that much further ahead than he, and though not outwardly showing, he was furious with her as well. When he spoke to Philippe again, he would have many suggestions to her fate to add.

Oasis could think of no where else to go, but up the subway steps to the street above. She hoped to find someplace to sit and think, and if she could find one with no people around, all the better after feeling so many eyes on her. The cold numbed her blessedly this time. She even imagined it numbing her mind from the fear she now felt in being so willful. Her face felt stiff and dry from the frozen tears being blown taunt by the winter winds. She spied a small diner ahead, and gratefully entered, knowing it was not really safe to be out this way dressed as she was. There were windows all around, though she wished for none. She longed for anonymity, and felt exposed still. With the cold numb receding some, she ordered a hot tea, water, and a fruit bagel. The thought of eating turned her stomach, but the tea was warming, and the water soothing. She felt in her uncut pocket for any forgotten money there. With an audible sigh of relief, she found enough change to cover her check. 




Majic Continued



Her thoughts then turned to what she had done. It was an impetuous act to escape the terrible humiliation she felt, but now a deep regret settled into her, as well as an overwhelming fear. She was still angry, but only with herself for being so foolish. She knew he would be angry with her, but she knew also he would be insane with worry. The fear came from not knowing how the combination of the two feelings would bode for her. The regret came from knowing she hurt the one she only wished to please. Oasis loved Philippe, and having these moments to think, her heart was breaking for letting her anger get the best of her. She pulled a napkin to dab her eyes before they spilled over. Glancing her distorted reflection in the chrome holder, she thought it best to try and clean her face in the ladies room, before finding her way home. Telling the waitress she would return in a moment, she headed in that direction.

Marcus, after having descended this avenue twice, saw her leave her position through these windows. To have her in sight now, he was very much relieved. The part of the city they were in was not a place for a lady only dressed in a coat and heels. He wondered if she knew the degenerative state of her surroundings at all. Is was of no consequence, but he did feel better knowing he would bring her to Philippe safe and intact. When he sat in the same booth she had left, the waitress informed him this booth was taken. He gave her an impish look, and a pass of money she could not refuse. She still took his food order, but with the understanding to make herself scarce. He waited.

Oasis came from the ladies room, face washed, but still feeling the same low spirits in what she had done. Her only thought was for how Philippe would be feeling right now, not knowing exactly where she was. Approaching the booth she had left, she looked up to see Sir Duazat starring right into her eyes, sitting across from her uneaten food. She froze. It was almost like being in slow motion, when he put his hand up and commanded her forward. She moved towards him, but could still feel herself pulling behind her. When she sat across from him, everything pushed it's way forward, so much, she covered her face with her hands to slow it down. Even when he pushed her hands away from her face, she could not look at him. She stared down at her unwanted bagel, thinking this would be thrown away, just as she should be right now. 

"When I picked you up the first time, I never thought you would be so foolish as you were this morning." He said, chiding her openly. His food came then and he fell silent. While he was waiting for her, he had phoned Philippe to relieve his worry.

"Sir, I am so very sorry to have caused so much worry," Oasis said, still not looking at him. "I was just now going to go home"

Marcus took her hands in his over the table. Though his face was smiling, he gripped her hands tighter, and tighter, until he heard her wince with pain. When she looked up at him in a silent plea to let go, he only gripped them tighter still.

Oasis knew it was no use to try and pull away from him. What she saw in his eyes did not display upon his face. When she had first met him, she knew his eyes to be blue, but the ice pouring from them now into hers, brought not only her fears to surface again, but also her anger. She met his gaze, fiercely determined not to show the pain he was giving to her hands. He released one hand, and openly slapped her across the face. The surprise of this brought her free hand down, knocking her uneaten bagel into her lap. She did not move, did not cry out, but did lower her eyes.

Marcus quiet satisfied, ate his cooling meal in silence, but never did let go of the other hand.

Provoking a Gorilla 

The ride back to her home was one of intense silence. Oasis was grateful not to have to board another subway in reminder, but at the moment, very uncomfortable kneeling in such a cramped space in the floor of this car. She humbly accepted this, not wanting to be slapped so publicly again. As he deigned her with only silence, she was left to her own thoughts. Kneeling, her feet under the driver's seat, she looked at the empty seat before her. In her mind she tried to play images upon this seat, as to what she would be facing very soon. She tried very hard to imagine the worst, but the only image that would come to her mind was the face of Philippe, and the intense disappointment she could imagine in his eyes. To even imagine brought such intense feelings of remorse to her. With her hands over her face she lay now in this seat weeping openly.

Marcus not wanting to let go of his anger, ran his hand through his hair, turning to look out the other window. From his first encounter with her, he remembered how this one could bring such desire with such sweet tears. He resisted the urge to caress her hair spilling around her on this seat. Wanting his attention elsewhere, he decided to call Don Giacommo. In Italian he spoke, knowing Oasis would not understand. In explaining to Giovanni the situation Philippe was having, he was delighted to be told there would be an open court at Sir Blackheart's estate in only a few short weeks. With them all being friends, he told Giovanni he would tell Philippe of this, in hopes to see Oasis brought there. Smiling, he saw his reflection in the glass of the window. He was pleased to see himself not so manipulated by her.

They arrived to her home. Oasis spoke not a word, but wondered while getting out of the car if she could even walk. Her legs and feet had become so numb kneeling this way. Determined not to have Sir Duazat have to touch her, she focused only to put one foot in front of the other. This brought to her mind a silly song from a Christmas movie, "Santa Claus is Coming to Town". She thought of the snow wizard being reduced to merely a man, and having to learn how to be again, and Claus singing "You.. put.. one.. foot.. in front of the other….". She scolded herself some for being so silly, but felt a little encouraged not stumbling so much. Oasis need not have worried Marcus would have helped her gain her feet. He would have thoroughly enjoyed watching if she had to crawl to her front door.

Marcus entered first, finding Philippe brewing on the sofa. Oasis came in too, closing the door behind her. Briefly she looked to Philippe, and stood silently in her remorse. The silence was deafening, and she could feel his eyes burning through her. She knelt, hoping it would not be for long. She did not think a silly song would help her now. 

It was not a long time. Philippe angrily strode to where she was kneeling. He grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled her up to meet his gaze, pleased to hear a small cry from her lips. With his other hand he grabbed her throat forcing her up against the closed door, slowly cutting off her air. The fear he saw in her eyes and face aroused him so intensely. The struggle she was beginning, even more so. He released her throat, his anger languished in her gasps for air. 

"Shower and then greet me for punishment when I come to you!" He commanded, releasing her hair, and watching her slide down the door, to the floor. She went as told quickly, relieved to be out of his reach.

Philippe sat back down feeling relief wash over him, now that she was home, and he knew her to be safe. He looked at Marcus with a wan smile wishing he could express his gratitude to him for bringing her home. None was needed as Marcus only threw his hands in the air and back down with a small laugh, letting Philippe know, crisis is gone, things will go back to normal. 

"Have you decided a punishment for her yet Philippe?" Marcus asked curiously.

"Honestly Marcus, I have still not gotten past the point of killing her yet, to get to only a punishment. The place she exited the subway, and the things I imagined happening to her…." Philippe dropped off from the sentence.

"Well then, I have wonderful news. I spoke to Giovanni on the way here. There is an open court scheduled in two weeks at Sir Blackheart's estate. He says you are welcome to bring her and participate, but you are to know it is viewed as an event, and there will be many present to see." Marcus said this mentally pushing Philippe to agree.

This was not a difficult suggestion to agree to. She had run from a humiliation, showing her willfulness in front of more than just him. It would be logical to be so displayed, and punished with no place to run to. "Yes, Marcus, I think this would be just, for her behavior today. I will take care in how I mark her tonight, I know they will not accept her, were she to bare marks."

This decided, Marcus left to make the arrangements. Don Giacommo having his own slave, lore, there for trial, said he would arrange for the two to be quartered together beforehand. This would at least assure the three friends table accommodations together. 

Philippe entered her room to find her exactly as he wished. Hands held correctly above her head, against the wall, her body pushed far out, with her legs spread very wide. He admired her backside for a time before removing his belt and approaching her. He placed it over her shoulder near her neck, and let it dangle there so she could see it first. He saw her breathing come a bit faster, and pulled it slowly, caressing her back with its tail until it fell from her bottom. Repeating this motion again on the other side, truly enjoying the slight stiffening in her body, a desire so strong came over him to hear her cry out, he quickly lashed her twice to each side. She did cry out, in surprise with the force of these given, but he wanted more. The desire was not quelled with cries, but now wanted cries of pain from her. He lashed her again, this time not counting or even calculating where they would land. His frustration, anger, worry, and love, all given with each one. Even when she fell to her knees in pain, unable to hold this position any longer, he continued. Her agony invoked such a passion in him, he only wanted to hear it again and again. She begged him, pleaded with him to stop, all these words falling to a deaf ear. She could hear him breathing like an animal, and imagined one so enraged. He took a moment to adjust the belt to his other hand to begin again.

"Je t'aime Philippe," she whispered.

Hearing these quiet words from her, he stopped the belt in midair, his hand still high above his head. He looked at her then huddled close to the wall, arms still above her, so vulnerable. Seeing too, there were not many places left on her backside, including her legs, unmarked. Blinking, he felt almost to come back to himself. Her continued love deflated his anger, and remembering she could not carry marks for this trial, he dropped the belt to the floor. He sat on the bed and undressed, never taking his eyes from where she held herself so open. Pulling her from the wall, her face and arms now to the floor, her flaming backside now before him, he raped her tiny hole. "Say it again," he said, as he forced his way deeper, lost in his own sensations of pleasure.

"I love you Philippe," she gasp over and over between her cries of pain. 

The Lion's Den

Oasis felt near absolution, when Philippe released himself into her. The pain, and her words spoken over and over, bringing a release of her own. She lay still in his arms, quietly listening to him breath. Glancing at her clock, it was 6:00 again, but evening this time. His arm across her back hurt her terribly, but she did not move from it. She wanted to only feel her body against him, grateful he had not left her alone yet. When he raised himself onto an elbow to look down at her, she winced audibly with this movement.

"You will be leaving in two weeks Oasis," he said, tracing his finger tip from her brow, to her jaw. He smiled as she raised herself on her own elbow in surprise.

"But Philippe," she started.

"Tonight was punishment, Oasis, for giving me so much worry, where you will be going next, is for the display of many" he spoke, before she could continue any objection. "You, as will some others, will be put on a sort of trial. It is not a judge and jury sort, but more a public display of punishments. You will have no opportunity to be willful and decide for yourself to leave this time. If you tried, you would only be required to stay a longer period of time, even after the trial event were over. I would suggest you behave impeccably as they may also punish you for any infractions during your stay." Saying this, he untangled his legs from hers, gently pulling her from the bed. "Come, I want to bathe your marks." She followed dutifully, thinking only how soothing this bath would be to her, and to him. 

There were no other preparations for her, other than to watch as the marks he had given her faded before the impending two weeks. He had seen her only once since that day, and had loved her so tenderly, she thought he might have changed his mind. The thought was soon dispelled as he began to give her instructions for this day soon after. She was to bring only what she wore there, everything else would be provided for her. As to the length of her stay, that would be up to her. If she followed the rules set forth upon her arrival, she would be able to leave with him the same evening of the trial. Were she to have unacceptable infractions, she would stay as long as deemed appropriate. She promised him, she would be able to come home with him.

The day to leave for trial arrived. She had thought so much of this day, and with so many different forms. None of which even coming close to the events soon to take place. She thought of present day trials, and being afforded an attorney, and of past day trials, where such an attorney would wear a wig. She laughed at the thought of Philippe, and his friends in wigs and curtails. She imagined herself humorously too, sitting at the defendants table dressed only in corset, and naughty bloomers. Taking a more serious tone, she looked at herself in the mirror. She wondered if this trial would change her demeanor forever, or only bring out and accentuate what was true to her heart? Though naked just out of the shower, she could still imagine this corset, and, oh so naughty, bloomers in a time when this was not permissible. Philippe had told her, he would be taking her there, so she decided to forego these funny thoughts, and at least be ready when he came for her. She dressed very simply. A button down one piece sun dress, with sandals as preference.

Philippe was punctual as ever, and so was she. "Hello my love," he said and kissed her deeply. The buttons were unnecessary as he pulled this over her head, and held her naked against him. He then pushed her over the sofa's arm and took her this way, with a lover's passion, but with also a loving need. She was not at all surprised his need of her, she desired him at every moment. She longed to keep him this way, but as her pleasure came, so did his, and again she made herself ready to leave.

The drive was familiar to her. He had not told her where this trial was taking place, but mile by mile her anxiety began to grow. When they turned into the familiar drive, and topped the familiar crest in the road, her face grew pale with remembered words. "The people you are going to meet and see tonight are of the "Old Ways". Had you treated one of them so boldly without thought, you would have ended up spending the night, in for you, unimaginable discomfort." This had been spoken to her by Sir Duazat on her first visit here. The mansion looked foreboding, not the fairy tale of her first visit. Unimaginable discomforts. This thought continued through her mind. She placed her hand under Philippe's hand not on the wheel, and gripped so tight, he glanced over to her.

"Philippe, please tell me this is not where you will leave me," she whispered.

"Oasis, is this not what you expected?" he asked, knowing, just by the feel of her hand, it was not. "You will stay here today and tonight, and be delivered your punishment tomorrow before the many, as I have told you," he said, matter of fact.

She watched as the mansion approached her. It was not at all a feeling of driving towards it, as a feeling of it coming for her. If she had been the driver, she would have turned the car and sped away, but with no other choice, she sat, in silence, imagining the worst. No more funny thoughts or songs came to her aid.

Philippe thought he might should have told her the location of her punishment, as he near pulled her up the mica enclosed steps. As amusing as it was to see her hesitations, he hoped she would not lose her resolve, and still be able to come home with him tomorrow. Nearing the door he held her close one more time. "Relax, Oasis, you act like the first time you ever waxed yourself for me," he said, trying to make her laugh.

She did laugh, remembering how much afraid she was of this simple task. "Philippe, just promise me no one will be wearing rolled wigs," she joked, turning to leave him quickly before he could ask.

He stood on the steps for a moment wondering what she was talking about, while watching the door close behind her. Shaking his head, he returned to his car, feeling she would be all right if she could be so silly now.

She was treated as before, lead to an antechamber, and left there with only a stool to sit upon. She waited, and soon two entered, though this time both male, and both bearing iron shackles in each hand. Not speaking to her, they put these aside, and undressed her completely. Still in good humor, Oasis, thought to tell the two, they could have pulled the dress over her head, but stayed silent watching as the buttons were undone. Expertly they placed the iron around her neck, wrists, knees, and ankles. They were clever devices, being tightened with a twist key, to fit exactly on each part of her. Her amusement still continuing she thought, "How nice, a one size fits all accessory." Her humor might have continued, but a man of towering proportion then entered, making the room seem very much too small for as many who were in it. In his hands he carried a single heavy link chain. He approached them all, and as the two with her kneeled before him, she could only stand with eyes lowered and wait. 

It was not to say she felt no intimidation, but only that she served One. She was released to this house, but would only submit if told to do so. It was not necessary, as he only commenced to attach the end of the chain to her ankles, binding them together through the eyeholes, then locking them together. Drawing the chain up between her knees, he did the same, but also pushing her to a sitting position, and connecting her hands and linking them with her knees. She thought of how she used to sit as a child reading a book this way, her hands underneath, and the book open upon her knees. The last link of the chain from her hands was connected to her iron collar. It allowed her to only raise her head to just below her shoulders. She realized it was a position not to allow her to look up, not even if she looked sideways. In this position, she would not be open to anyone's pleasure, nor to her own. The giant, without a word, had removed her from herself.

Oasis still only able to look at her hands, felt herself lifted, so chained, her lower body she could see suspended, as the two male escorts followed the giant. It was a descent down a stairwell, Oasis thought would never end. She could feel the change in climate on her bare skin, and almost taste in her mouth the ancient feel to the walls and tiles she could see in her peripheral vision and below her feet. When her movement stopped, she heard a loud creaking noise, as a huge iron door opened to let them through. Carried through the threshold and the sound of the heavy door closing, she felt every part familiar to her gone, behind this door, to the world above her. Philippe had said she would spend this day, and one night here. As panic wanted to envelope her, she forced it away, trying to only imagine him awaiting her return. It was not an easy task, as the dungeon tried to take this part from inside of her too. She lay her face in her hands, as so many had done before her, and hoped to retain at least her inner self to cling to.




Majic Continued



Another door was opened soon, though not so heavy or large. Passing this threshold, Oasis could see she was being put in a cell. Lowered to the floor, she sat on her bottom as the giant attached another chain from the wall to the back of her collar. This chain seemed to be of a longer length than the one binding her in this position with the iron. She gave only a small thought to why, because there was no possible way for her to move very far this way.

"Silence!" the giant boomed to her, and closed her into near darkness.

She thought this to be an easy demand until she heard movement from the other side of the cell. It was only a brief sound, but enough to bring her heart to her throat, and for fear to coarse through every part of her. Oasis sat silent for a moment, straining on her neck chain to look forward, as her eyes accustomed to the darkness some.

"Who's there?" she demanded without regard to silence, her fear the only motivation.

"Shhhh" said a nameless voice.

Oasis could guess this to be another female on the opposite wall, but her features and build hidden by the darkness. Her fear subsided, knowing it was another person, and not something unimaginable about to happen to her. 

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Oasis asked, her curiosity now rising, forgetting the current circumstance she was in.

"Oasis, please be quiet!" she said, this time more clearly.

Oasis, piqued hearing her name, felt so many questions surface to her. "How do you know my name?" she asked in a more quiet tone, almost a whisper.

"Oasis, I am lore, my Master told me you would come, but please for both of us….." she spoke, being cut off by the door opening and the giant appearing, bearing a lantern so bright to such unaccustomed eyes, it felt electric.

He did not speak, did not need to, as both lore and Oasis lowered their heads to their hands avoiding this blinding light. When Oasis deemed to look up as far as she could, she saw the back of his breeches facing the one she knew now to be, lore. She saw him bend forward grabbing the chain binding lore to the wall, pulling her forward. The purpose to this chain dawned on Oasis. The irons that held them in such an inaccessible position did allow one to be rocked forward, and placed face down on the hands, exposing the back and bottom. The length of chain binding them to the wall only enforced the idea of no escape, but made this movement very possible. Oasis watched as lore, face down in her hands against the stone floor, was exposed this way. Lore looked to be kneeling in a silent plea of forgiveness, but when the giant struck her back quickly, over and over, Oasis knew there was no forgiveness here. The cries into her hands, though muffled, were of genuine pain, and seeing the crest of a sunburst appear on lore's back, Oasis could only stare in wonder. When he turned in her direction, she saw only the tips of his boots before she fearfully placed her own face to her hands and felt herself pulled forward, tipped to the floor. The first strike against her skin brought a scream from her lips, not to be muffled by her hands. It was over quickly, the giant being very experienced in rendering such a mark. Looking one to the other, he smiled, using the tip of his boot to push them both back, to the previous sitting position.

"Silence!" he boomed once more, slamming the door behind him.

Oasis sat, silent tears slipping through her fingers. She could feel this mark upon her burning in the direction of the sun. She had never felt anything so stunningly painful, but as it was over so quickly, she tried to stop her tears, and try to be as brave as lore, who had ceased to cry the moment her muffled cries had been made. She wanted to tell lore she was sorry. She knew if she had only kept the command of silence, the giant would not have returned so soon. Lost in her own self pity, she did not realize lore was so close to her. The giant had not pushed them back to the wall, only lifted them to sit. Oasis felt delicate fingers entwine with her one hand, and a slight touch to her face, as lore tried to brush her tears away. Oasis looked up to lore's eyes, the same height as hers. The intense understanding she saw in lore's eyes made her feel a little better.

"I'm sorry" Oasis whispered softly.

In response, lore only pushed her hands atop of Oasis', the backs resting against Oasis' palms. Oasis lowered her face to lore's hands, letting her caress and comfort her cheeks. The gentleness after such an intense pain, brought a fierce desire to Oasis. Had she had a few more links from her wrist cuffs to her collar, she would have kissed lore, pushing this desire through her mouth with her tongue. Oasis raised her face to look at lore again. She was met with a mirrored gaze. Their foreheads now touching, they shared very, very quiet whispers, the mark of the sun burning brightly from both of them, forgotten.

Oasis learned some about lore, through these quiet whispers. She belonged to Don Giovanni, and was brought here for saying "no" to him. It had only been provocation on her part, and though she knew better than to do such a thing, she had done so, not really believing he would send her away. She had also experienced before being chained to a wall, but not in this form of inaccessibility. 

The door opened again. Oasis and lore immediately fell silent, not even daring to look at who entered. The light brought as before, they would not have been able to see anyway. When approached this time, it was not the angry giant, but a very subtle, and beautiful submissive. She unchained them both from the wall, and then began to release the irons from them, except for the collar. Dimming the lantern some so they could see her movement, she placed her finger to her lips, letting them know "silence" was still the rule. Motioning them to stand, she waited while they both tried to stretch their cramped muscles. Waving a silent hand, she motioned for them to watch her. Interlocking her fingers, she stretched them high above her head as far as she could, then slowly descended her body forward and down, until her stretched palms, near touched her toes. Oasis and lore knew the meaning in her movements, and did the same, feeling their muscles protest, but then release, the nearer they came to their feet. When they rose to standing again, they were given silk coverings of the same bright red color, to tie about their waists.

Following this silent submissive now, and looking at lore's back, Oasis thought the covering to be so close in the color bursting from lore's skin above it. Oasis could not help but touch her finger tips to these marks softly. Hearing lore wince slightly, she dropped her hand afraid to hurt her more, but intensely aroused by her small cry. Little did she know right then, tomorrow she would be bringing forth more than a wince from lore's lips, to complete her punishment.

Flocking Together 

It was not until leaving the dungeon, and entering submissive quarters, were they able to speak. 

"I am Jandy" said their escort. "This is where you will be prepared for tomorrow. You may speak freely here, but in any other part of the estate, only when spoken to first. As you bear the mark of the house already, any other infractions will keep you here to be marked daily until you are released. This is the only absolute rule set forth for you, because you do not live here. Do you both understand?" she asked.

Oasis and lore shook their heads yes together.

"Good" she smiled, bringing her beautiful exotic features to light. "Come, there is dinner prepared, and this will be the last chance, before tomorrow, you will be able to relax."

They followed Jandy, with each step, feeling more and more at ease. The atmosphere here was one of jovial celebration and camaraderie, rather than a feeling of suppression. Oasis felt the fairy tale coming alive once again. She watched as tables were made ready for dinner, and watched as submissive, male and female, kissed openly in passing, or caressed a hand, arm, leg that was not covered. She took lore's hand in hers, and looked at her. She laughed openly seeing the same slack expression of wonder, she knew to be on her own face. It was at this moment, they were guided together to join in to this elfin cabaret. Laughing and smiling, Oasis could not help but feel intoxicated by such exhilaration around her. She could feel the same was happening to lore, as Oasis happily kissed her, before being drawn away by another in the same embrace. Though a little surprised, Oasis did not pull away from the other. 

Hearing a distinct bell, Jandy released Oasis' mouth, and touched the tips of her breast, before telling her to sit and have dinner. Sitting beside her, Jandy explained the dinner ritual. The bell was rung at a different time each evening, no one ever knowing exactly when it would be. Once rung, the chair closest to you was where you would dine, thus assuring, you would at some point know every submissive who lived there, and during a dinner, be able to know more of them. It was a very clever way for everyone to become better acquainted, and bring them all closer together. It reminded Oasis of playing musical chairs as a child, but as no one was left standing, she was glad no one would be left out. She spied lore a few chairs down and across from her. Even though she knew so very little about her, Oasis knew, had they both lived here, she would always try to be close by her when this bell rang. When lore caught her gaze, she smiled happily. Oasis let go, then of the thoughts of punishments for tomorrow, and gaily joined the feast before her. 

This dinner was so festive, because it was not often they had so many brought here from the outside. Oasis met each of those around her, and at every moment felt one hand or another touching her while she ate. The caresses were not meant for interruption of the meal, but only a way to get the attention of the one you were speaking to. Inhibitions were lost here in this environment, and with all being dressed in a similar fashion, it was not hard to become accustomed to it.

It was near the end of the meal, Oasis looked for lore's gaze again. She could tell the one's next to lore, had forgone casual conversation, for more intimate knowing. Her mouth was slightly parted, her eyes almost closed, to the caresses being given to her. Oasis felt mesmerized, by her expression. Her dark hair around her child like face, accentuated her pale features, and her open lips. She could see her breath rising faster through her delicate shoulders, and breast. 

Oasis gasp gently when Jandy ran her hand along her thigh under the covering she wore. Feeling lost in watching lore's expressions of pleasure, she felt almost shocked by this touch. Looking straight in front of her, her eyes met with Demi. She was not sure if it was the expression on her face, or a conspiracy with Jandy, but he took her hands across the table and began to lick between her fingers, and kiss her palms. With her other hand, Jandy removed the placements in front of Oasis, as Demi half pulled her across the table to him. Between sitting and standing, Oasis leaned more heavily on the table for balance. Demi had placed her hands to his side of the table folding them over the edge with his own, while his mouth continued a path up her arms to the sensitive places on her neck. Her moans were ignored by others in similar play, but not lost to the ones touching her. Jandy, having free access with Oasis leaned so forward, began a further descent up her thigh, penetrating her with one hand, and the other caressing her bottom. Rising more himself, Demi released his hands from Oasis', allowing her to grip the edge of the table on her own. Smiling at her, he placed his arms around her body, grabbing her bottom, and pushing her down upon Jandy's hand more fully, then pushing the other direction away. He felt Oasis try to gain her own rhythm for this, but held her firmly, working with Jandy to prolong this pleasure. Jandy could feel Oasis' frustration from the inside, as Oasis tried to tightly encompass her fingers to her. In a calculated movement, Demi and Jandy both pushed against one another, hearing Oasis gasp loudly as she climaxed around Jandy's slick hand, arching her body upward tensely before coming back down to rest her head on Demi's back. They helped Oasis back to sit in her chair, amused at how she held and caressed her own face, visibly quivering. Oasis could only sit and watch, as Demi licked and kissed the hand that had brought her to pleasure.

Jandy led Oasis and lore to shared quarters, apologizing when she chained them again by their collars to the wall. She explained it was necessary for those who were to receive punishment, to know they could not escape it. Helping them both to the shared bed, she gently covered them with a soft blanket, kissing each briefly before leaving. Oasis spooned herself against lore, careful not to pressure her marks too much, and fell into a contented sleep. Her last thought was of how soothing it was to be tucked in so sweetly. 

Deplorable Predator

Oasis awoke to soft caresses between her legs, and even more soft teasing to her nipples. Glancing through half open lids, she was reassured seeing lore's dark hair, and closed her eyes again enjoying the sweet sensations on her body. She played her fingers along lore's back and shoulders engrossed in this feel of soft skin to her touch. Being chained by the collar to the wall, there was no way to lie flat, and bring ones mouth down between the legs, so Oasis shifted her body up, sitting on her pillow, and spreading her legs very wide to receive lore's tongue. She tried to hold her lips open with her fingers sitting this way, but it was not long before lore had her gripping the sheets instead. This flitting tongue across her clit brought Oasis so close to climax, until lore would then gently nip it with her teeth, making Oasis gasp loudly with the difference. Both sensations working against one another, it still was not long before Oasis held lore's head in her hands, her legs coming up together tensely, as lore continued to lick the wetness around Oasis' lips. Lore finally lay with her head on Oasis' leg, feeling the quivers subside, as her tense body began to relax again.

When Jandy entered the room and found them this way, she could only smile thinking of her sensual night with Demi. Without a word she unchained them both from the wall, then pretended to fix an arrangement by the window.

Oasis kneeled on the bed freely, pulling lore up to her embrace. She kissed her mouth gently, slowly tracing her tongue along lore's mouth, tasting herself there, before exploring the inside. Oasis knew Jandy was trying to give them one more moment alone, but also knew it was time to get up. Smiling, she released lore, and sat on the edge of the bed. Lore came and sat beside her.

"Good morning," Jandy said without turning from her unnecessary task.

"Good morning Jandy," Oasis said for them both.

"It is time to prepare you both. It is already late morning, so you will have to eat when you can," Jandy said already walking towards the door.

Oasis could feel lore tense beside her knowing it was the day of punishment. Her own body, at the moment, would not allow such a thing, after such an intense pleasure. She took lore's hand and they followed Jandy silently.

There was much commotion all around them, as preparations on their bodies took place. There were others there as well receiving the same careful adornments. Oasis' was taken from lore's grasp, and looking in lore's eyes while being lead away, she felt such an intense regret, not to be able to stay with her. It was not long before so much was happening to her, that Oasis could only think of these preparations.

They led her to an elaborate chamber, the only walls were of vines intertwining with trellis' on three sides. The front of the chamber was open and faced a walkway where many were coming to and fro in their own tasks. She could see across from her and to the sides, similar sets of doing. The first task was of cleansing the body entirely. Oasis thought they were trying to drown her when they pushed her head under the water without warning. Once allowed to surface, her anger began to rise. She glared so fiercely at the attendants, they laughed out loud. Ignoring her continued glares, they made her stand, while they scrubbed her body roughly, until every part of her skin showed red. Oasis thought this very cruel to the marks on her back, but knew she would not protest and acquire more. Helping her out of the water, they bade her to kneel in front of the water till they returned. Shivering and cold she did so, watching in fascination, the same scene being played in her vision. She saw another being pushed under the water, and had to laugh herself with the familiar expression she saw, when the other was allowed to surface. She thought of how Philippe found her so amusing in her anger, and seeing this other's expression, she could see why. Still cold, and shivering, but smiling, Oasis waited.

The attendants returned bearing so many items, Oasis could not see their faces. Though with many questions in her mind, these before her were not obvious submissive, so she kept silent. They brought her to a chair opposite the bath, and began the work on her hair. Oasis could see many multicolored tresses being pulled from one box, and felt them being attached to her scalp. The colors were interlaced with her sun lightened locks, and arranged in a weaving bowl to the back of her head. Allowing her to eat for a moment, Oasis only sat worriedly, her contented body of before, beginning to tense with each minutes passing. The work proceeded, not one part of her body left unchanged.

During the whole process, Oasis longed to see this transformation of herself. There were no mirrors present, but glancing the ones she could see, her curiosity was strong to know. This whole place to her seemed something out of time. Every part had been so planned, so calculated, so ritualistic to her. The ritual part, being more significant to Oasis. It seemed to bring meaning and purpose and knowledge to her convictions inside of herself. From the time she entered this house, being chained so inaccessibly, to this now elaborate change to her features, she felt even more strongly not to belong to herself any longer. It was no longer the actual punishment that made her tense now, but her question inside, if she could actually be worthy of one so thoughtfully planned. 

It was time. She was lead to the bottom of the steps of her accommodations and told to wait. It was not long before an enormous two sided mirror was wheeled down the walkway, stopping at each. From the expressions Oasis saw down the line, she knew, not one of them recognized themselves. When the mirror reached her own spot, Oasis could only stare in dumb wonderment. The entire universe had been encapsulated on her body. The sun at the center on her body, the planets and moons revolving around her skin. Even the comet escaping from her face, seemed a natural part. When she glanced herself sideways, it shimmered from her face down her neck, caught inside of her eyes, ready to leave the system. They had made a silent explosion around the marks on her back, only accentuating they were there at all. Walking in a silent line, Oasis wondered if Philippe would know her.

Placed on a stage there were platforms of various heights all around. Oasis was lead to the taller most one of these and commanded to climb the steps from behind, and stand atop very still. She did so shakily, even though it was only about 8 feet high, she did not like heights of any kind. Once there, and knowing she would not fall, she began to search around her. Most of the others had been made to resemble various animals. So close were the resemblance's, Oasis had to squint at the lion to her right to be certain it was not real. When the lion turned, Oasis recognized those eyes. She smiled brightly at lore. Oasis felt much better knowing, her Master would know her this way as well.




Majic Continued



BOOM…… BOOM…… BOOM….., rang out from an oversized skin drum being walked down the center of the room between the tables, approaching the stage. At the forefront, Oasis could see her giant, menacingly dressed, bearing a silver tray. The giant climbed the steps of the stage turning to face those seated.

"Tonight we display, those for atonement! It is deemed the judgment be dealt by the luck of the draw!" This said, he raised his silver tray for the condemned to see. Oasis spied many cards lain on the tray, but was not close enough to see the pictures. He slowly approached the first platform closest to him. This one took form as a peacock, her feathers trembled, as she drew a card. Once done, the giant took it from her, rendering her punishment.

"The Gallows of Pain!" the giant announced, holding the card high above his head. Oasis could see the picture now in his hand. A woman in gallows, cruelly being forced from all points with objects clearly not made for her body. The terrible expression on the woman's face in the photo, told the tale. Oasis swallowed heavily waiting. The giant went randomly from one platform to another. Oasis watched as each were rendered their judgment, some crying, some terribly silent. There were only two left, Oasis and lore. Oasis glanced down to the tray, confused to see only one card left. He motioned them both to come down from the platforms. Down from her position, Oasis could see the people at various tables closest to the stage. Philippe was not hard to find, as he was seated right in front of her. The love and amazement on his face when he looked at her, made her love him even more, and she hoped this judgment would truly give her absolution to return to him.

"These two earned the mark of the house together! It is so deemed they shall share and perform upon each other the last card to be drawn!" boomed the giant, placing the tray before them. Oasis and lore, both with hands shaking, picked up this card.

"Voice of the Canes!" he shouted, holding the card up high. The depiction was brought to life, by a woman caught in a never ending scream of agony.

Oasis looked for Philippe again. She stood transfixed by his gaze. There were many moving about, presumably to different locations to view the decreed punishments. The giant left Oasis and lore on this stage. When he returned, pushed behind him was an enormous table, brought on to the stage. Oasis could only guess that being the last to draw a card, they would remain here. Even hearing the scraping wheels of the table, Oasis would not leave her gaze from Philippe. She was not so much fearful, but more trying to read his expressions. She could feel a tenseness from him, she had never experienced, and tried to deplore him with her eyes to tell her more. So engrossed in her thoughts, she did not even realize, lore was no longer next to her. The giant approached her, blocking her gaze from her Master, waiting for her acquiesce. When she only looked upon him with a questioning expression, he bade her to kneel. Oasis did so, still gaining Philippe's glance under bowed eyes.

The giant drew before him a cane, of modest length, and placed it at her knees. Oasis stared at this instrument for a long moment. Touching it with her finger tips, she drew her fingers across the handle, the image of a snake. The words of the giant before, had not been lost to her. Oasis knew this was the instrument for lore's punishment, as well as her own. Hesitating to pick it up, she looked for lore. Realizing she was not beside her, she turned and saw her displayed so efficiently on the table she heard a moment ago. It was similar to the one she had donned before herself, with the shackles at each end, but this one gave way in the middle, and the upper portion fixed with straps around the waist, and the lower portion around the legs. Looking at lore, placed so on this table, Oasis thought of a lioness, trapped in a predator's den. Being made in the image of the universe, were it not fitting to punish this lion of the jungle?

It was one thing for Oasis to imagine such an existence, but to perform such cruelty to such a sweet creature under the facade, was another. She took the instrument in her palms, and still kneeling, offered this to Philippe, with all her heart, hoping he would take this from her. She may have had the universe painted across her body, but in her mind, she revolved around him. When he only approached her, lifting her face and kissing her mouth softly, she knew this was hers to proceed with. Gathering all of her strength beneath her, she raised herself, cane still before her, and stood over lore. With the fingers of one hand she caressed the mane given to lore, and with the other hand, brought the cane across her distended bottom. 

The animal cry from lore's costumed mouth, made Oasis fall to her knees, covering her face with her own hand's. The cane clattered loudly across the stage, landing, snake eyes open, staring up into the lights. Oasis felt the hypnotic strength leave her, the moment she heard lore cry. She wept into her hands, too afraid to continue, but too afraid not to. 

"Stop this now!" Philippe said, gathering the cane, and handing it back to her.

Oasis looked up at him. She took from him, then in his eyes, all things relevant to proceed. If she did not continue, she knew, she would be forced to stay here away from him. The next strike from her snake headed cane, encompassed Oasis' universe. There were no more tears of compassion, or hesitations, from Oasis. As the giant kept toll, lore, left the stage with help, Oasis left smiling, cruelly. 

Since lore was unable, the cane was offered to those in attendance for this punishment. Marcus, Loren, Giovanni, an unknown Mistress(smile), and Philippe, marked Oasis, two for one, of each given to lore. When it was over, Oasis lay against Philippe, completely absolved from the hunt.

"Je t'aime Philippe," she whispered, for only him to hear.



Majic



Philippe stood over her trying to encase his own feelings, as he saw the trace of tears form upon her enamored face. Oasis, in her own right, had from the beginning been a unique challenge to possess. She had never coward before him in fear, and had also never given her submission in a mindless display. From the beginning, she knew only what was born inside of her, and questioned his motivations, forcing him to reevaluate his own standards of what he believed to be a real submissive. She continually pleased him physically, but brought him to focus on what his own actions could do to one mentally. Seeing her close her eyes to him, hurt his heart more than if she had left him completely. He knew in time he would punish such defiance to him, but only wanted now to ease the troubled child before him. Tasting her tears brought an intense passion to feel his stiffening cock inside of her velvet folds. Seeing her eyes open to him again, he brought his tongue from her eye to her mouth, releasing the glaze upon there too. Pushing his tongue further into her mouth, he felt every soft part of her there. He felt her softly begin to suck his tongue deeper into her mouth, knowing in that instant, she had given up on her anger with him. With force of will, he pulled himself back tracing the glinting saliva , with his fingertips, over her open mouth.

Knowing had he felt between her legs, she would have been overflowing for him, he kissed her briefly once more, denying his own pleasure. With evidence of his cock turning to stone, he knew that Medusa would not only live for him, but for the company as well. Giving her an encouraging smile, he turned then and left her to be repaired by the escorts glaring at the damage he ensued upon her face. They quickly dried and replaced the melted passion, and continued their service.

Oasis felt the heat of his tongue and kiss envelope her. She could not speak, even though she wanted to call out to him as he turned to leave. Resignation set in upon her mind. She would perform for him, forgetting the incertitude she would feel being touched by so many. He had never allowed another to touch her, but with the heat still warm from his lips, she felt she could endure such things for him. She lay silently as her escorts continued their work.

Even in her distress for things to come, Oasis could not help but be awed by the transformation of her body. The glaze and light sugar powder were only the beginning. She saw her escorts sparsely wrap her arms and legs in vines of gold and green, simulating the same effect upon her torso. Her display was apparently a buffet of fresh fruit, and delicate edible flowers. She felt a paste applied to her each time a flower was adorned. In her hair she saw them place nasturtiums of different colors. Not being able to see her head, she could only assume the snakes of Medusa were artfully disguised between the pretty petals. Around her neck and down between her breasts, were placed an array of jasmine. She could smell the calming scent, and wondered what one would taste, filling their senses so. Down her stomach, and around her hips and legs were placed alternating flowers of mallow, and violet. When she looked down at her body, she felt more like the Garden of Eden, than the fateful Medusa. As the paste dried, attaching the flowers more firmly to her body, Oasis wondered if one would eat directly from her, or pull the paste and flower from her skin? She thought correctly, they would do both.

An array of fresh fruit was place around her, the contoured bowls touching her, creating an effect of the fruit flowing from her skin. She saw a band of intricate gold, about 4 inches in diameter being brought to her head. When placed there, she thought of the crowning of queens, and how in their right to passage, must have felt on display to the country they embraced. She tried to smile, but the glaze over her had already dried preventing any physical display. Looking down now, she saw raspberries pasted to her breasts, only allowing the nipple to show as the center of display. Amongst the vines of gold and green, an elaborate display of cherries and strawberries were pasted, flowing down from the bottom of her breasts, to the literal, tips of her toes. Between her legs, she felt a river of multicolor grapes filling her there. She gasped through her nose, as stems were painfully attached to the lips of her heated sex. She knew then that each time a grape was removed she would feel the painful tug on her lips. How many were on the stems, she could not venture to guess, but thought how pleased those would be to see the reaction in her eyes as each grape was removed. Now so colorfully adorned, she saw Sir Lucien flit from one table to the other until he arrived to inspect his recreation of Medusa.

"Une telle toile Philipe donne pour moi" he crooned softly. His eyes traced every inch of her decorated body, hands softly adjusting the intricate display to meet his satisfaction. "Je serai attriste pour voir ma creation vaincue!" he said expressing an emotional burst rarely seen. Roughly plucking a violet from her hip, he smiled wickedly seeing the surprise of pain in her eyes. Letting her see him devour the delicate flower, he turned abruptly and walked away.

The sting subsided quickly from the place on her hip. It felt similar to a band aid being pulled quickly from one's skin. She wondered how many stings she could handle at one time, but was more curious to Sir Lucien's statement to her. She felt and guessed the sadness emanating from his careful gaze. Oasis thought of an artist, and what an artist would feel if his masterpiece were destroyed. Had she understood the meaning in his statement, she would have been proud of herself for reading one so well. She sighed through her nose impatiently, it seemed all there was to do now was wait for the next surprise. Closing her eyes, she thought of Philippe and hoped he would be proud of her.

Dinner is Served 

"Oasis, open your eyes!" Philippe commanded her.

She thought she might have dozed some hearing his voice so unexpected. Coming back to attention she slowly focused on his face. She never tired looking at him, and even in present circumstances, she found desire welling inside of her.

"You look enchanting Oasis," he said softening his expression. "Do not close your eyes again during dinner. Not only do I want to see your expression, but I know the guest will enjoy you more as well." Placing kisses upon both her eyes, he turned and took his seat not far from her.

She wished for him to return. Willing him with her mind to return. The final act in this play was beginning, and she felt like such a baby wanting him to comfort her, and hold her hand through it all. Anger seeped through her once more, at herself, at him, at the probability she could not accomplish this task. Never failing in her life, she felt very uncertain now. 

The doors were opened, and she could see an assortment of people flow through. The ones bare chested, she knew to be submissives. Recognizing only Sir Duazat by face, the others remained nameless to her. Most looked well at ease with this human buffet. Others stared in astonishment, leading Oasis to believe they were not accustomed to this lifestyle. "Join the club," she said silently to herself. Not knowing what to expect now, she waited, eyes open nervously.

The first sensation she felt was of one of the flowers being slowly removed from her thigh. She sucked air through her nose, and glared, sternly at the man causing her pain. The paste had dried completely, and now instead of a band aid being pulled quickly, it felt as if someone had ripped her skin. She fruitlessly hoped no one else had a taste for edible flowers. Seeing her glare, the man playfully pulled a grape from between her legs, grinning like a fool. Not wanting to give him anymore satisfaction, Oasis held her gaze steady and her face stolid even though the pain inflamed her. Not put off by her disregard, this man placed his mouth about her foot removing the delicate Violets and Mallows with his teeth until he heard her moan with pain behind her sealed lips. Seemingly satisfied with himself, he moved in a different direction. 

Oasis could only imagine the pain to come as the skin of her foot ached hotly, not to mention the throb on her sex lips at his playful gesture. She wanted to close her eyes, and focus the pain away, but with Philippe's command she dared not do so. The next person approached her timidly. Oasis breathed a sigh of relief, through her nose, as the woman only plucked a few berries from her tummy and moved on. The next stream of many were not so uncertain to her role as dinner. She lost all meaning of focus to any emotion or any thought as the pain from all sides consumed her. Tears flowed endlessly, as Oasis fought to get a hold of this all consuming pain. She felt her body screaming, and would have out loud had the glaze on her lips been broken. The faces to her were an endless blur of sadistic smiles with only intent to make her lose control. She fought against this, even still, as the pain continued to sear through her mind. Through her muddled vision, she found Philippe sitting in relaxed conversation with Sir Dauzat. Seeing his inattention to her obvious distress, the anger rose within her with such fierceness, she strained painfully against her bonds. She had found her focus. A few took a step back seeing the change in her demeanor, wondering with her glaring eyes if it were still safe to partake from her body. Medusa had come alive, and dared with her eyes for another to touch her.

Philippe had not been inattentive to her distress, and would have turned to her gaze, had Sir Duazat not been telling him of his amusing first encounter with her. Though worried about her state of mind, he watched with fascination as someone he did not recognize emerged.

She was not aware she had cried so loudly in fury behind her sealed lips, and that her straining against her bonds had caused the contoured bowls to crash to the floor. All eyes in the room turned their attention to her, and focused upon this "mad" beauty. She continued this way, straining, and glaring, until her body physically spent, could only lie still, again helpless to what still burned inside of her. Slowly she looked around the room trying to force her rage into the hearts of those she could see. The entire room seemed not to breathe, for fear of breaking such a spell.

A single applaud could be heard as Sir Blackheart approached her silently. Not discouraged by her gaze, he gently removed the clamps holding the vines of grapes to her sex lips. Knowingly he smiled, as she gasp once more in pain instead of fury. With the rage being forced out by the pain, her tears flowed again, now silent, down her face. Turning to Philippe, Sir Blackheart gave him an appreciative nod and announced, "I elect this one for desert!"

Oasis' Majic

Oasis could only lay motionless, and stare blankly to the ceiling as the adornments were removed from her body. She was emotionally and physically exhausted from her recent outburst and only wished to go home, but her wishes were not what mattered. So, she waited.

Philippe and Sir Duazat sat together in wonder. Was this good or bad, they discussed between them? Since the mandamus was not specified, they were worried about Oasis' fate. Collectively they decided a worse fate than desert would be the dungeon down below, and tried to see this in a positive light. They both turned to look at her. She was so still and so passive now, no expression of any sort. Philippe motioned to Sir Duazat to follow him. They looked down on her, and slowly Philippe turned her chin to face him. The blank look in her eyes made him think she may be in some kind of shock.

"Oasis" he whispered, "Come back to your Master."

Life returned to her eyes and face upon seeing him before her, but she remained silent.

"Philippe, I think her lips are still bound," Sir Duazat pointed out, motioning to her face.

Philippe traced his tongue around her lips, gently prying and filling his mouth with such sweetness, until the seal was broken. He continued with a very deep and passionate kiss to her newly freed mouth, feeling her respond to him, wanting to find herself again. She moaned with pleasure, and winced with pain as she strained against her bonds again. Pulling away from her, Philippe snapped his fingers to one of the escorts, and pointed to the iron across her wrists and ankles. The shackles were removed immediately. He sat upon the table and gathered his sweet Oasis into his arms trying to soothe her pains away. He held her quietly feeling all of the fear and anxiety flow through her to him. Raising her from the table, he instructed the escorts to lead them to the bathing area. Once there, he laid her in, helping to support her descent into the water. Lovingly he washed what remained of the dinner from her hair and body, taking special care around her bruised ankles and wrists. He allowed an escort to offer her food and drink which she accepted eagerly. Slowly his Oasis returned, feeling more in control and calm.

"Philippe," she breathed sadly, "I hope I did not fail you."

Smiling in her ever need to please him, he stroked her face gently. "No Oasis, you did not fail me. Your display was quite amazing in fact. Sir Blackheart has deemed you to be desert," he stated simply.

Seeing her eyes widen in fear, he pulled her face to him, and with his mouth relaxed her again. "Sir Duazat and I feel this is most surely a reward, so do not distress yourself again."

She settled once again into the water feeling more and more the calming effect of her Master's presence.

"Though you looked as Medusa surely had been, I will have them blindfold you when I return you to the table. If you need to delve inside of yourself to get away, I will allow you to do so this time. Desert, I am guessing, should be more pleasant for you, but even blindfolded you should know I will be there," he said gently.

"Come!" he ordered, "You must return to the table for preparation."

Rising more steady now than when she began her bath, Oasis ignored the towel offered and place her body against Philippe. Smelling her sweet clean skin, he returned her embrace gently stroking her along her back and round bottom. Pressing herself more firmly to him, she caressed his neck and hair with her fingers wanting him to know how much she desired him. Pushing away slightly, he placed his hand between her legs, caressing her sore lips, and wetting his fingers there. Oasis moaned and rocked against him, with pleasure, wanting him to persist deeper inside of her. Knowing she had fully returned to him, he denied her pleasure, and put his fingers to her lips lettings her taste and smell the desire she had for him. Pulling her gently, he lead her back to her fate.

Once more Oasis was placed on the table and bound there. A blindfold was brought and covered her eyes into darkness, which she embraced tightly. With her sight disabled, she could only feel the preparations to her body. She felt a light brush embellishing her skin warmly. By the smell, she thought of chocolate, but it was a more delicate ganache, specially created by Sir Lucien to harden on even the warmest of bodies. A crown of gold and silver encased her head, allowing her hair to flow out freely above her. An intricate design of gold and silver edible leaves were embedded into the hardening ganache, but not her skin. She felt no pain this time, and found the whole transformation quite soothing after the terror before. Oasis focused only on her Master's words of comfort, and relaxed wholly into herself.

Oasis could sense she was surrounded by others. She felt an overwhelming relief Philippe had ensured her sight to be taken from her. The next sensations were only of pressure from almost all parts of her body. As the layers of ganache were broken, Oasis could feel the wetness of tongues and mouths, licking and sucking her sweet adorned skin. She forced her panic aside, and focused only upon the wet sensations.

Such erotic sensations brought Oasis to an elevated sense of desire. She felt the building of heat within her, pulling involuntarily against her bindings again. Each time she did so, the mass of sensation seemed to grow around her in a frenzied desire to hold her in ecstasy. She gasped in pleasure and moaned for release of her building orgasm. Had her aching clit, or throbbing hole been penetrated, she would have been instantly released of her need. Cruelly, it seemed to her, they held her just beyond what she longed to dive into. 

"Please" she begged in frustration, as one she couldn't see sucked mercilessly on her breast, while others had her body in similar fashion. She finally, mentally, pushed her release of body to this mass of sensation, giving into their desire to consume her.

"Philippe….Philippe," Oasis whispered softly, yearning for him to bring her spirit to the same heaven her body was now in. Saying his name again and again, she felt the deluge of force, one by one, recess themselves away.

Philippe watched as Oasis was brought to the edge of release and continually brought down again. Seeing her need so clearly, he could not help but want to push her over himself. He heard her call out his name again and again feeling her submission absolute. Watching the ones around her drift away slowly, he was startled when a hand grasped his shoulder. Turning he saw Sir Blackheart smiling at him.

"Philippe, we have consumed her body, but her true self and soul belong to you. They were instructed to leave her intact, to await her, to give name to what she desireed most. She is your reward, and you are hers," he said, as he moved Philippe towards Oasis, still floating just beyond her release.

His clothing was removed for him, as her blindfold was taken as well. Oasis opened her eyes emotionally, and smiled into Philippe's heart. Releasing her shackles one by one himself, he never broke the gaze she bestowed to him. He placed himself between her legs, pulling her knees up and stroking them with his fingers. He entered her, putting his face to hers almost touching her nose with his, never losing her gaze, as he pushed himself deeper inside of her. He felt her tighten around him, sucking him to her fiercely, feeling her need as much more than physical release.

Oasis found herself in him that night. Giving her entire being and soul over to the One who would own her and had consumed her completely. When she drifted back from the heavens, she thought of the embossed invitation with the two beings engorging one to the other. She understood the meaning then of complete divinity of soul.

Philippe heard her whisper,

"Majic"