5 comments/ 14287 views/ 1 favorites The Temple Ch. 01 By: LrningDom Kathryn Belsky pulled her car into a parking space and turned off the engine. "What in the world," she muttered to herself, "am I doing here? Am I doing the right thing? Hell, am I even wearing the right clothes for this?" The "here" in this case was a former church in a rural area southwest of the city. Rumor had it the church had been bought by an unknown individual and turned into his house, but no one had been inside since the congregation moved to it's new home several miles away. The "what" Kathryn Belsky was doing was responding to the latest in a series of cards she had received from an unknown admirer. The card had "commanded" her to come here on this Saturday morning, and required her to wear specific clothing. This was the latest in a series of "commands" she had received from this unknown person. Had she been told at first to come here, she would have thrown the note away. Instead, they had started off over five months ago as simple notes from a secret admirer. These notes had included little suggestions on how to relax, like listening to some quiet music or reading a book in a scented bath. She even followed the recommendation to keep a journal of how she had followed the suggestions, and what the results had been. After several weeks, the notes had become more suggestive, more erotic. Kathryn actually hadn't minded; it had helped her indulge in the fantasy of an unseen lover. Her "seen" lover of nine months, Paul Trowbridge, was certainly a nice man and a somewhat-imaginative lover. But the two of them had been moving very slowly in their relationship, and Kathryn was becoming a little impatient. Impatient enough that, as the notes became more racy, Kathryn was willing to indulge. One of the first "suggestions" she had indulged in was to take another comfy scented bath. This time, though, the suggestion included massaging herself. Though she had only massaged her legs and feet, it had proven extremely relaxing. The idea of following the secret bidding of an unknown lover had also sent a small thrill through her, which she duly recorded in her journal. She also wrote down her uncertainty as to why she was so thrilled, but that she truly enjoyed the feeling. The journal was also her secret, kept hidden in a chest of drawers under some old blankets. She wrote about each note, when it was received, how polite it had been, and how it had contained a small sheet of instructions. Every time, Kathryn wrote about how they made her feel, the good, the bad, the weird, even the sensual. Over time, the tone of the instructions began to change. It was a subtle change, so subtle that, even when Kathryn wrote about them in her journal, she didn't realize they were becoming more commanding in tone. They went from "You might try..." to "you might want to..." to "I think you should try..." to "I would like you to..." to "I want you to...". Her own reflections changed as well, from "He suggested to me..." to "He asked me to..." to "He wanted me to..." to "He told me to...". Even as she wrote these changes, it never occurred to her that she was giving control of herself to someone else, something that she would have denied ever being possible if someone directly asked her to. The latest card had arrived the previous Monday. As per the "recommendations" of an earlier note, she first read the card and it's instruction list in a hot, lavender-scented tub, the room lit with candles. Every time before, she sat and soaked for a while, contemplated the instructions, then followed them to the letter. This set, though, was different. After having her massage herself, the note told her to come to the church on Saturday. It instructed her on the type of clothing she should wear (a front-button blouse, white socks, white panties and back-clasp bra, and her choice of skirt/slacks/jeans) and instructed her to bring along several other items in an oversize purse. Kathryn had chosen to wear a white blouse and gray skirt, her usual work attire as a legal secretary. Under "normal" circumstances she would also have worn either a slip, or a camisole and half-slip, but those had not been included in the list of "authorized clothing". The note had also included a key to the church, and a necklace with a silver pendant that she was to wear as well. Kathryn walked up to the door, her purse slung over her right shoulder. The wind began to whip her skirt around, making her hope the key in her hand would work and she could get out of the cold, gray weather. It did, and she was quickly inside, making sure the door was closed and locked behind her, as she had been instructed. Though the entry way was sparsely lit with candles, she could see where remodeling had been done, turning the back half of the old church into a series of rooms. What the rooms were, she couldn't tell in the darkness. A few steps in, and she heard voices. After a few minutes, she realized it was chanting, like monks from a medieval monastery. While wondering how many people might be waiting for her, the music drew her on, into the remainder of the chapel, which was totally dark. Suddenly, a green spotlight came on above her, bathing her in an eerie light. She froze in her tracks, looking around and seeing nothing. Then a voice boomed out. "What are you doing here?" Though loud and obviously altered, the voice was still soothing to her ears. It was gentle and polite, not harsh and accusatory. It asked a simple question, to which she mumbled an answer. "Please, speak up, I did not hear you." "I said," Kathryn stammered, "that I was told to come here, to meet someone here." "And how did you get in?" "I-- I was given a key for the front door." "What is your name?" "Kath-- Kathryn Belsky. Why am I here?" "Relax, and you will find out. Who told you to come here?" "I, um, I'm not sure. I've been getting a series of notes --" "There is one way to prove who you are. Remove your jacket, and unbutton your blouse." Kathryn did as she was told. And as she followed the instructions, the light overhead changed from green to red. Soon Kathryn had dropped her jacket and opened her blouse, her purse at her feet. There, hanging between her breasts, was a brightly polished Ankh that readily reflected the green light she stood in. It and the necklace it hung from had been included in the last note Kathryn had received. Those instructions had told her to wear the necklace to this meeting. Now she knew why. "Yes," the voice gently boomed, "you wear the Ankh, the Symbol of the Summoned." A spotlight came on far ahead of her, revealing a person wearing an old hooded robe, very similar to that worn by medieval monks. "Welcome, Kathryn. You have done well. When the light over you changes to white, another light will come on. Walk into it. There is no reason to be afraid. You will not be harmed." Soon, a few steps ahead of her, a blue spotlight came on overhead, and the light she stood under turned white. She stepped forward into the blue light, not realizing the light she had left had faded out. "Do you understand why you are here, Kathryn?" "I assume I'm going to meet this 'secret admirer', whoever or wherever he is." "In part, Kathryn. You will meet him. And you will be very happy. Now, Kathryn, are you ready to continue the journey?" "I, um, I think so. But I didn't know I was on a journey." "Yes, Kathryn, you're on a journey. A journey of self. Now, to take the next step, you must do as I say. Are you ready?" "Yes." "First, take off your shoes and socks. You will not need them again until you leave. Sit down if you need to." Kathryn sat down, removed her shoes and socks, and stood back up. "Now, Kathryn, the time has come to truly begin revealing yourself. You will now remove all your clothing except your bra and panties." "Wait, you want... want me to strip?" "Yes, Kathryn. You've followed the other instructions I have mailed you, have you not? And were not some of them similar to that command?" "Well, yes... yes, I did," Kathryn stammered. "Some of them were even more exotic than that. I guess... it's the new setting, not being at home --" "Relax, Kathryn... close your eyes..." Kathryn closed her eyes and listened to the voice, and the music. "You are safe here, Kathryn Belsky, as safe and intimate as in your own home. Do not worry," the voiced said to her. Kathryn found the voice and the music soothing, and was soon very relaxed. "Now, Kathryn, take off your blouse." Already unbuttoned, Kathryn pulled it from under her skirt, slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. The light above her changed color, reddening her creamy skin, along with the satin and frilly lace imprisoning her breasts. "Mmmm... yess..." the voice softly moaned, admiring the close-up view of her breasts through a video camera with a super-zoom lens. Though he couldn't determine her actual sizes or measurements by looking at the monitor, the mysterious robed man admired how Kathryn's breasts, held in a size 34-C bra, were nicely proportioned with her well-toned 5' 3" body. He especially liked the sight of her nipples, dark spots under the white fabric, perked and straining to break through their lacy coverings. He also enjoyed the shimmer of light on satin, changing as her breasts heaved with every breath. "Now Kathryn, take off your skirt. Let it fall away, taking with it your outside concerns. From now on, until you leave, this is your world... nothing else exists outside of it. This place... this... 'temple'... is your universe." As the voice said this, it became softer... breathier... almost hypnotic. "Drop your skirt, Kathryn... join me... in your new world." The words and the tone of the voice affected Kathryn. In a slight daze, she slowly unbelted and undid her skirt, dropping it on the floor. The voice again quietly moaned in delight, marveling at how Kathryn's pubic mound filled her matching French-cut panties, themselves only slightly lighter in color than her creamy thighs and hips. "Kathryn, you follow your instructions well. And your choice of undergarments is excellent. Most excellent. Be pleased... I am. Now, when the light turns white, pick up your purse and move to the next spotlight." Within a few minutes, the light above her turned white and a yellow spot appeared a few steps ahead of her. She walked into the yellow light, the second white light fading away behind her. A bit more alert from her walk, she had to ask a question. "What kind of place is this? What kind of church has people stand in their undies under spotlights?" "This is The Temple, Kathryn. The Temple of my Dominance over you... of your submission to me. Here is where you complete your discovery of yourself... and begin your service to me." "My submission to you? My service to you? I'm not some maid or on-call sex slut. What makes you think I'm here to do something that crazy?" "Have you not already been submitting to me, Kathryn? Have you not been following the instructions I have mailed to you over the months?" "Well, yes, I have." "Why did you do so?" "At first, it was... curiosity. That, and it felt nice to have a secret admirer. Then, well... I don't know." "Did you continue to do so because you wanted to... or because you needed to?" "Well... it's become both. I want to follow the commands... because I need the control. And following the commands has brought me much sensual pleasure, which is something else I need." "Have you followed all the commands I have sent you? Including what to bring with you today?" "Yes." "Then show me your 'pleasure harness'." Kathryn reached into her purse and pulled out a bra. Almost two months earlier, a note had arrived with instructions for her to buy a new bra, and cut out the breast cups. She was to wear it as directed in later notes, and call it her "pleasure harness". She now held up the cup-less bra for the unseen voice to see. "Tell me, Kathryn, have you always followed the instructions I sent you regarding this device?" "Yes, Always." "Then tell me what you did the third time you wore it." Kathryn stopped to think, trying to recall the third time she had worn the altered bra she held in her hands. The first time, she had been instructed to wear it (and nothing else) while sleeping one night. She then recalled the second, where she had been told to wear only it, a pair of panties and a pair of high-heeled shoes in her home as she went about her regular routine. Then the third wearing leapt into her mind, and she began to shudder. "I... I received the... the instructions," she stammered, "and read... read them in the bath. After drying off, I went to my kitchen and got my cooking timer, as was required of me. Then I went back to my bedroom, found a comfortable chair and placed it in front of my closet mirror." "Your closet mirror, Kathryn?" "Yes. You see, I was directed to sit in front of a full-length mirror. The sliding doors on my bedroom closet are full-length mirrors." "Go on, tell me what you did." "As directed, I was wearing only panties and my pleasure harness. I sat down, set the timer for ten minutes, then looked into the mirror." "And what did you look at in the mirror?" "I was directed to look in the mirror at my breasts. And only at my breasts. I was allowed only to think of my breasts and their sensual use." "And what thoughts did you have?" "How they looked. How my nipples began to harden as I kept looking at them. How good it would feel if they were fondled. How sensuous they were, or could be. How it would feel to... to have things done to them." "Things, Kathryn? What 'things'? And done by whom?" "Well, I don't know how to --" "Say what you thought, Kathryn. What you desired. Tell me... now." "My first thought was how nice it would be if someone held them. Just gently squeezed them." Kathryn grew silent, not wanting to share or face her desires. But the voice would not allow that. "That can't be all, Kathryn. Very few women find themselves sexually on fire simply from a gentle squeeze of their breasts. Now, tell me what thoughts you had... all the thoughts you had... about how your breasts would be used." "Well, one time... Bill suddenly bit one of my nipples while having sex with me." "Bill? Who is Bill?" "Bill was my late husband. He bit my left nipple... it shocked me. Not only that he bit me like that... but that it felt so... so good... so sexual... when he did that. I guess that opened a floodgate of thoughts, because soon, I was imagining what it would feel like to have my breasts pulled on... my nipples squeezed... twisted... sucked on. How it would feel if a special man lavishly took one of my breasts in his mouth... the tongue playing with my nipple... while fondling and pinching the other." "Did he touch you anywhere else, Kathryn?" "I didn't think about that... I was only allowed to imagine my breasts. But I did begin to imagine how it might feel if a special man were to rub... his... his..." "His cock, Kathryn? Don't worry about being overly proper and prim... say what you feel... what you desire." "Yes," she huskily breathed. "How it would feel to have the shaft of his cock rubbing against one of my nipples... the head tracing through the valley between my breasts. His body on mine as his cock rubbed against me between my breasts. Then I started imagining more things, like how a vibrator might feel against my nipple. How it would feel if he changed the speed of it. If he held it against my nipple... or clamped it on. Even how it would feel if he slapped or spanked my breasts." "Did you ever think of how it would feel to do those things to yourself, Kathryn?" "Yes," she gulped, as though admitting a forbidden pleasure. "I could see me doing all of those things as well. And it felt good... needed... but not as good as if someone else were doing those things to me. I wanted... I needed... someone to... to..." "To use you, Kathryn? Stimulate you, invigorate you, and ultimately use you for his pleasure?" "Yes," she breathed. "What other reactions did you have?" "I.. uh... I became... turned-on." "How so?" "I... well... My nipples hardened... I became moist. I know I was only supposed to think of my breasts, but I couldn't help but notice how... how 'wet' I was getting. I began to feel sexually turned on. I became..." "Hungry, Kathryn?" "Hungry... on fire..." As she said this, the light overhead began alternating between red and yellow. "I had to feel sexual. I needed a touch, a stimulant of some sort." "Did you touch yourself then, Kathryn?" "No, no... I didn't touch myself... I only looked." "Why?" "Because at that point, I wasn't allowed to. I could only look at my breasts in the mirror... and dream of how they would be used." "How they would be used? Used by who, Kathryn?" Kathryn just stood there, lost in thought, contemplating a truth she was only now willing to realize. She dearly loved Paul, and had had several other lovers over the years since her husband's death. But none had created a fire of this magnitude in her, and she doubted any ever would. No, the only hands she could imagine touching her, engorging her, controlling her, belonged to the unseen voice. "Tell me, Kathryn, who would use your breasts the way you pictured?" "Only you," she whispered. "You are the only one to make me feel this way. To fill me with fire. To... to..." "To control you, Kathryn? To make you what you were that night? To Dominate you?" "Yes," she said, her voice cracking with the full realization of her submission. Part of her mind accepted it, part of her mind still tried to fight it. "No... um... what's happening? Why am I here?" "Look behind you, Kathryn." She turned around, giving the voice a full view of how her panties struggled to contain her butt cheeks. The earlier spotlights came on. "There is your way out. You can leave now, if you wish. You can leave... confused... unsure... incomplete. Or you can face forward..... kneel down... and continue your journey... learn... understand... become whole. And become fully mine. The choice... is yours." Kathryn looked back, seeing her clothes in the lit aisle, and an escape from the craziness around her. "If I stay... what about... about my relationship... with Paul?" "Is he your boyfriend?" "Boyfriend... lover... best friend..." "Does he give you what you want? What you need?" "Well... no..." She started crying. "That's why I started following the notes at first. He was there, but he wasn't enough. The notes intrigued me. They gave me something I wanted. Then, they became something I... I needed. I'm not sure I can... say... say anymore... I'm sorry." "Relax, Kathryn," the voice soothed, and the light over her turned blue. "Relax, you have just faced something momentous in your life. Let yourself be at ease, because you still have a decision to make. Be calm." It took ten minutes, but Kathryn cried out her tears and was soon much more relaxed. "Kathryn, you asked what would happen with your boyfriend if you stayed. You must understand that if you stay, your relationship with your boyfriend may end. Is that something you can risk? If not, then leave, but know I am here if you should change your mind. But if you can risk losing your boyfriend, if you can face the truth of your submission, if you can serve me as you seem to desire to, then turn around and kneel to face your future." Kathryn stood for several minutes. The voice was silent, knowing she had much to contemplate. Kathryn took a half step towards the exit, then stopped. She hugged herself, just standing there. Then she turned around, facing away from the exit, and knelt down in the blue spotlight. "You are not yet ready Kathryn. Until you can face your submission without hesitation, you are not ready. Go. Get Dressed. Leave." The Temple Ch. 01 "But... I choose to stay... to stay here. To learn --" "A brave choice, Kathryn, but one you are not yet ready to pursue. You have learned a lot here this afternoon... especially about yourself. Now you need to go home and think about what you have learned. You need time to rest, and contemplate all you have seen and heard. You have accomplished much today," he said in as soothing a voice as the speaker system could provide. "I'm proud of you, Kathryn. You have taken big steps towards your future by following the notes I have sent you; your presence here proves this. Your next step will be to come here and follow those commands in person, in front of me. I think after some soul searching over the next few days, you will be ready for that step. For now, get dressed, go home, relax." Kathryn started to turn, to pick up her clothes to get dressed and leave, when the voice spoke again. "Before you leave, Kathryn, tell me this: What do you wear when you go to sleep now?" Kathryn was silent for several seconds, surprised by the decidedly odd question. "As... as you directed... several weeks ago... I wear only my pleasure harness when I'm sleeping alone." "Alone?" "There have been... several times..." Kathryn made a slight gasp of air. "I'm sorry. There have been several times in the last three weeks that Paul... my boyfriend... has spent the night with me. I know that some would not see that... as proper. After all," she babbled, "I'm a 44-year-old widow with a daughter in college. Widows don't sleep with boy--" "Quiet, Kathryn." Though said softly, the words had an immediate effect. "Did I prohibit this activity? No. Nor will I now. And you were right to not wear your harness; it is only to be between us. Now, the nights when you've worn only your harness... have you... touched yourself? Explored yourself? Pleasured yourself?" "Yes... yes... you told me I should. But when I did... I felt... dirty. Like I was doing something wrong. Yet I enjoyed it so much... I couldn't stop." "Now you will. When you go sleep tonight, and until I tell you otherwise, you will wear a bra, panties, a sweatshirt and sweat pants. You will be covered but for your feet, face and hands. You will not touch yourself sensually. During the day, you will wear under your blouse the necklace and pendant I sent you. You'll take the necklace off before going to bed; that is for your own safety. You will do all of this during this next week, unless I tell you otherwise. You will also take time to relax. Review your journal. Think about all that has happened. And if you feel you are ready, come back next Saturday morning. I will be here. Do you have any more questions before you leave?" "No... uh... I'm not even sure what to call you. You know my name, my address, but I know so little about you... I haven't seen your face or body, just the robe." "That is a fair question, Kathryn. This robe is all you shall see of me for the moment. As for my name, until I say different, you will address me as 'sir'." Taking a second to let that sink in, he added, "Do you have a problem with any of that, Kathryn?" "Um... no, sir." "And as for your name, I shall call you... Katya. Yes, Katya shall be your name, or 'little one', or 'sub', or some combination. Is that a problem?" "No, sir. And thank you." "Why do you thank me, little one?" "For asking if I can accept these names, and not just commanding it. That respect makes me more comfortable, sir." "And now Katya, it is time for you to leave. I hope I will see you here next Saturday. And remember, I am here for you. This place is here for you... and so is your future." The light over the robed figure winked out. In a daze, Kathryn Belsky stood up and turned around. She walked through the white spotlights, collecting her clothes along the way. Dressing under the last spotlight in the converted chapel, she took another look down the spot lit aisle before leaving. All the way home, she wondered what she had done, what she had done wrong, and what was expected of her. The first thing she did on arriving home was to put all of this in her journal. "I find myself wanting this," she wrote, "yet not wanting it. I feel I have failed, yet I'm not sure of what was expected. God, this is so confusing. How can I figure out what I did wrong without knowing or being sure of what is 'right'? Oh, God, I need a bath. A nice, long, relaxing soak. Oh hell, I can't!!! Paul's coming over tonight for dinner. That only gives me three hours to make something. I hope I can throw something together. Wait, what am I talking about? I'm so damn confused I can't even remember that I started a crock pot of spaghetti sauce before I left this morning!!! Maybe I'll -- no, no maybe about it; I've got to have that bath. Hopefully I can get settled down before Paul gets here. Now, where did I put the candles and lavender bath oil? It'll be a much less relaxing bath without them. I just hope I calm down enough, because if I don't, Paul will want answers. Answers I just don't have." The Temple Ch. 02 Kathryn had just taste tested a spaghetti noodle when the doorbell rang. Not bothering to remove her cooking apron, she walked to the front door. She opened the door to find Paul Trowbridge with a small bottle of wine and a gaudily wrapped box. Now, look, Paul, I've told you, you don't need to give me gifts every time you visit. Only every other time." She chuckled as she took him in her arms. "Now, what are you trying to bribe me with here?" "That's for later hon. For now, just let me look at you." Paul gave her a quick once-over, and gave her another hug, pulling her as close as he could. "Mmmm, I smell something nice." "Oh, you silly man," Kathryn replied, "you've smelled my spaghetti before." "Dinner smells good as well. But I was smelling you. Do you have a new perfume on?" "Oh, uh... that. I was at the bath shop the other day and saw a bath oil that sounded nice, so I decided to try it. I hope you like it." "I do, Lavender is a nice scent." "You're not upset I didn't use the jasmine oil you gave me?" "Maybe just a tad, but the lavender is nice. Besides, it's not like you replaced the jasmine with skunk oil." Paul gave Kathryn a light peck on the cheek. "Now, let me put this wine in the fridge, and help you finish dinner." Twenty minutes later, the two were sitting at a small table talking about various goings on between bites of spaghetti with Italian sausage meatballs. "Kathryn, once again you've outdone yourself. I may have to stop eating your cooking if I want to keep trim. It is delicious... and so are you." "Flattery will get you almost anywhere, Paul. And you are soooo good at it. Now, how's that new house you've been working on coming along?" "Oh, you name it, one problem after another. Wiring codes, plumbing codes, finding people with the right certifications to do the work. Granted, I can do a lot of it myself, but for some things the county inspectors don't trust the guy refurbishing his own place. But once it's finished, I KNOW you are going to love it. And no, I'm not telling you where it is; I'm not about to ruin the surprise when you see it. Trust me, you'll love it. A nice place in the country, great for relaxing. Cindy will simply adore it when she comes home from school. Speaking of her, how is she handling college life?" "Still adjusting. The big thing is going from being the big fish in her high school pond to being a guppy in an ocean-sized university. She's taking a lot of basic courses, trying to figure out what she wants to do. She loves her math and chem classes, but English 101 simply stymies her." "I thought she loved literature?" "Oh, literature is great. Once she gets to an upper-level class, I know she'll have a ball. But for now, she's just not appreciating so-called classic works. I think she's also learning the evil secret of college." "Which evil secret, Kathryn? There are some really nasty ones out there." "That you can't write what you think about a story, but that you have to write what the instructor wants to read." "Oh yeah. Collegiate writing for an audience. I hated that. But she's smart, she'll figure it out. Probably very soon. Is she getting along with her roommate?" "It's like they were sisters, Paul!!! Including the fights and sibling rivalries. No boyfriend up there yet, and I'm glad. She's too young." "And how young were you when you had your first college boyfriend? Hmm? Come on, now, Kathryn, be honest." "My first college boyfriend? I was 23. My first experience... well, let's just say I was a little younger." Kathryn blushed at the memory of her first trip to bed with a man, the night she and her erstwhile partner mutually lost their virginity. Then she shuddered. "God, Paul, it was so different then. You didn't worry about AIDS or STDs, and pregnancy was barely given a second thought." Paul reached across the dining table and gently held Kathryn's hand. "I know you worry about her, Kathryn. But remember, you and Bill did a good job in raising her. You did your best to prepare her for life. And from what I've seen of her, you two did a good job. So have some faith in her... and in yourself... that she'll make the right decisions." "Thanks, Paul. And thanks for remembering Bill. He's been gone for eight years, and I have moved on. It's just good to hear someone else mention him, even though you never met him. He was good to me when we were together, and was a good father." A small tear came to her eye. "I'm sorry, that's the first time I've gotten sentimental about Bill in some time." "Kathryn, let's clear the dishes and enjoy the fireplace." After several minutes of plate-scraping and dishwasher loading, the couple retired to the family room and its small fireplace. They each had a sip of wine, then Paul handed her the gift box. "Maybe tonight isn't the best time for this, with our earlier chat. However, you keep commenting about how you feel you don't have anything romantic or sensual to wear. So I took the liberty of getting you something. I hope you don't mind. Go ahead, open it." Kathryn hesitantly opened the box. Inside, she found a low-cut, short-hemmed beige nightgown. The body of the gown was satin, with lace bra cups that struck fine balance between revelation and concealment. "My god, Paul.... you really want to turn me into a harlot, don't you? How did you know that was my dream?" Kathryn giggled like a school girl. "Thank you, hon. Thank you." "Well, what are you waiting for Kathryn? Go try it on!!" Kathryn fairly ran to her room. There, she let her clothes fall to the floor without care. Within minutes, she was wearing her new gown. Looking in the mirror, she began to feel the vixen in her rise. Her cleavage was easily visible in the low-cut gap between the lace breast cups. If she looked carefully, Kathryn could even see a slightly darker shading to the lace where it contained her nipples. Kathryn was enjoying the combination of kitten and vixen the gown conjured inside of her. She ran her hands over her breasts... then stopped smiling. It felt... wrong. Her breasts weren't supposed to be covered when she touched them. Bound in the harness, yes, but not covered. Without realizing it, she started crying. Her crying increased when she remembered that she was not allowed to touch herself like this. She sat down on the floor, trying to compose herself. "I can't let Paul see me like this... oh, God, what am I going to do?" What she did was cry herself out, wipe away her tears, and get herself composed. She again looked in the mirror... loved what she saw... and knew she could not spend the night with Paul. After several minutes of thinking of a reason to demur, she walked downstairs. "Oh... myyyyy..." Paul breathed. He had expected Kathryn to be an apparition in this gown. What he got was a vision of a near-goddess. "Kathryn... you are so beautiful. I was going to ask what took so long. Now, I don't care." When she came closer, Paul noticed her eyes. "Honey, have you been crying? What's wrong?" "Um... I was... hell, Paul. The last time I wore something like this... was with Bill. I guess I was just caught up in memories." "Oh, Kathryn, I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you--" "I know, Paul. And memories don't hurt, I think it was just the adjustment." The two lovers sat down. "You know, Paul, this gown doesn't leave too much to the imagination." "Well, there's imagination... and there's reality. Life should be a good balance of the two." Paul lightly rested his hand on Kathryn's thigh. Kathryn tried and failed not to react. Putting her hand in his, she looked down, and saw just how far up her thigh the gown rode. "Damn, Paul, a few inches higher and nothing will be hidden." She smiled through her blush. "You trying to corrupt me here? Or are you letting your hormones run wild?" "They always run wild for you, Kathryn, but I'm not trying to corrupt you. I just want to have you close to me." Paul kissed her lightly on the cheek. Kathryn shuddered. "I'm sorry, Paul, I just can't. Not tonight. The memories are just too much of a flood. Believe me, I greatly appreciate this gift, and I do want to share it with you. But I just can't tonight." "Okay Kathryn. How about we just enjoy the fire for a little while?" Kathryn didn't say anything, just snuggled closer to Paul. An hour later, they had not moved, except for Kathryn's head falling on Paul's shoulder as she started drifting off to sleep. "Okay, honey, I get the message. You need sleep. I'll see myself out, Kathryn. You get some rest, and I'll call you later this week." "Paul, I'm... I'm so sorry--" Paul put a finger to Kathryn's lips. "No need to apologize Kathryn. All you need to do... is rest." Paul kissed her on the lips, then put on his jacket and walked out the door. Kathryn locked the door, then went upstairs. She laid down for a minute, again enjoying the feel of satin on her body. Kathryn then stood up and removed the gown. She carefully folded it and placed it in a chest of drawers. Reaching in, she pulled out her harness, feeling herself relax beyond belief as she slid it on. Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at her naked self. Brushing a hand on her breast, she then remembered -- this pleasure was no longer allowed. Kathryn looked in the mirror, dazed and confused as to what she should do. Obey the earlier orders of a man she didn't know, and have great physical pleasure? Or obey his latest orders, and deny herself? "Dear God, I hope I'm doing the right thing." Kathryn walked back to the chest and put away her harness. She then pulled out an old bra and pair of panties, and dark blue sweats from another drawer. She put these on, took a quick look in the mirror, and walked to her queen-size bed. Climbing under the covers, she immediately fell asleep. * * * "Beckner, Logan and Collins, Richard Beckner's office... hey Paul, thanks for calling, but I can't talk long. Rich has several cases backed up, and it's keeping me busy beyond belief." Kathryn jotted a note next to a file as Paul talked to her on the phone. "Now wait a minute, Paul... when have you ever known me to be too busy to have dinner with you at La Paloma Rosa? 7:30 reservation? Okay, pick me up at home at 6:30 so we can get there in plenty of time. See you then, luv!!!" Kathryn hung up the phone smiling. La Paloma Rosa was an exquisitely romantic restaurant. And it had become the signal between Kathryn and Paul that a romantic and even sexual night was ahead. As she turned to a side table to pick up a file, she felt the pendant bump against her breast. The pendant the man in the robe ordered her to wear under her blouse. Then her smile faded. "I've backed out on Paul once already this week, when he gave me that exquisite nightgown. And I would love to share my bed with him... need to... but..." Kathryn hugged herself, shuddering at the indecision she felt. She realized she was attached to two men, though for very different reasons. How could she spend time in bed with one, she thought, and still follow the other? And WHY am I suddenly so willing to follow this guy in the robe? What kind of power does he have over me to make me feel this way? Oh, God, what am I going to do? "Kathryn? You all right?" "Huh? Oh, sorry Rich. I must have drifted off for a second." "A Paul-drift, I can assume?" "Well, um..." "Just as I thought. That man is going to be the corruption of you, Kathryn. And it's long overdue. Have a good time tonight. Now, do you have the Peterson file handy?" "Paul, thank you for a wonderful dinner." Kathryn and Paul were on the love seat in Kathryn's living room. Paul had removed his jacket and tie, and Kathryn had taken off her suit jacket. Kathryn stood up, stirred the logs in the fireplace, then came back and snuggled against him. "Anytime, Kathryn", he replied as he took the lady in his arms. "However, the night is still young. And we have yet to have... dessert." One of his hands drifted Kathryn's breast as he said this. He then nibbled on her ear to emphasize the point. "Oh, Paul, stop it. You know what that does to me... okay, don't stop... oh, yes... oh, you devil. Rich is right, you are out to corrupt me." "Am I succeeding?" "I'll let you know in a bit. I'll be right back." Kathryn bolted upstairs before Paul could say anything else. In a few minutes, Paul got his answer as Kathryn came into the room wearing the new nightgown. "Well," Kathryn cooed, "are you corrupting me?" Without a word, Paul walked over to Kathryn. He kissed her passionately, then lifted her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom. After she was gently placed on the bed, Kathryn pulled Paul close and unbuttoned his dress shirt. Paul guided her hand to his slacks as he nibbled on her ear. Several minutes later, wearing only his boxers, Paul began to slide his hand inside Kathryn's new nightie. Sliding up her torso, Paul was soon caressing Kathryn's left breast, lifting her gown in the process and leaving nothing to imagination. "And now, my dear," he whispered in my ear, "make love to me like there's no tomorrow." "I am yours, sir," Kathryn breathed. "Sir?" Paul chuckled. "Why would you call me sir?" "I-- I mean-- Paul--" Kathryn began to panic, realizing what she had said. "I'm not sure where that came from," she lied. "I'm sorry, Paul, it must have been something from my past, maybe in college... yeah, that's it, in college. One guy I dated was much older than me, and it only seemed proper to call him sir. I don't know why--" "Shhh," Paul said, placing a finger on her lips. "The past is the past, hon. Tonight is what is important. Now, I want to make love to you, Kathryn Belsky. But only if you're willing as well." Kathryn tried to pull Paul closer, then let go. "I'm sorry, Paul. I love you dearly, but I just can't make love to you tonight. Please don't ask me to explain, because I'm not totally sure myself. All I know is that I care about you, but I can't make love to you tonight. I'm sorry." Paul pulled her closer as Kathryn started crying. "Then it's not meant to happen tonight, my love. Kathryn, things happen for a reason, even if we don't know what the reason is. I feel... I know in my heart... that we are meant to be together. If not tonight, then later. Now relax. Don't be angry. I'm not." "How... how can you not be angry with me, Paul?" "Because, Kathryn... I just happen to love you." Paul gave her a light kiss on the cheek. "You rest here. I'll see myself out." Paul gathered his clothes and got dressed. He then gave Kathryn another kiss on the cheek and disappeared. A minute later, Kathryn heard the front door open and close. She threw on a robe, went to lock the front door, and returned to her bedroom. There she collapsed onto her bed, curling up in a fetal ball and crying for several minutes. "Dear God, what is it about that man in the robe? I actually thought I was with him instead of Paul!! What has he done to me? What am I doing?" After several more minutes of crying, Kathryn got up to pull down the covers on her bed. She climbed in, closed her eyes and tried to sleep. After 20 minutes of tossing and turning, she threw aside the covers and stood up. She glanced in the mirror and saw herself in the nightie. Mumbling to herself, "I need something more comfy to sleep in," she removed the gown, folded it and put it away. Then she donned her bra, panties and sweats and climbed under the covers. Within seconds, she was asleep. The Temple Ch. 03 Kathryn walked into her house Tuesday evening with a bag of groceries and an air of frustration. Her lack of sleep Monday night had affected her work, enough that her boss was angry with her for a short while. The chill reception from him had continued for part of Tuesday morning, warming up only after a lunchtime discussion between her and Richard Beckner. Even though fences had been mended, Kathryn was still upset that the problem had occurred in the first place, and her mood was down. After putting away her small bag of groceries (she had some years ago adjusted to cooking for herself or her and her daughter, instead of making enough dinner for her late husband as well), Kathryn looked through the small pile of mail inside the front door. She groaned over two bills, and threw away three sales circulars so quickly that she almost lost two other letters. Sitting at the kitchen table, she opened the one from her daughter first, hungry for news about Cindy's life and adventures in college. "Dear mom, Life goes on here at college. Classes are a combination of boredom and drudgery, with the occasional dash of tension and even rarer dollop of excitement. I'm about ready to choke my English 101 teacher. Turns out this school uses teaching assistants in the low-level English classes. The one I'm stuck with is going for her doctorate, and makes no secret that she'd much rather work on her graduate seminars than my class. My first paper for her was a 'C+'. I checked around, and a 'B' was the highest grade anyone in the class got. And when I asked her what I could have done better, she said that wasn't her concern. I took it to the English Department; they say they are looking into it. My other classes are going well; I even aced last week's Western Civilization exam. I couldn't have done it without you, mom, and all those times you had me watch 'Masterpiece Theatre' over the years. Helped me understand the reading a bit more. I've been making a few more friends in classes, and learning which ones to be leery of. More than a few folks are trying to leach on to me for class notes at exam times. Been to a few parties, always with Beth. I'm lucky to have her for a roommate; we've looked out for each other pretty well at parties and kept the sleaze buckets from talking us into stupid stuff. I've already had three guys try to schmooze me into bed with them. Don't worry, I told them all to get lost. I'm not ready to be a mom, there's too damn many diseases out there, and I want it to be special, not just a roll in the hay. Well, gotta close this so I can get it mailed off. Oh, yeah, the big reason I'm writing. Remember, Parent's Weekend is weekend after next. I know you've got a pretty busy schedule at times, but I'd truly love it if you could be here. If you can make it, try to be here by 10:30, that's when the big festivities start. There is a breakfast earlier, but I'm not about to ask you to drive here Friday night or early Saturday morning for so-so waffles. Bring Paul; he'll love the campus. But you two have to promise me -- no wild sex while you're here. Can't have you two corrupting the morals of the younger generation!!! But then again... maybe we'll corrupt you!!! All my love, Cindy Geez, Kathryn thought, I gotta make sure Rich doesn't need me in that weekend. Wait, this is my daughter. Rich will have to get along on his own. Besides, he's never given me any flack when I've wanted to see Cindy. Or to have time with Paul, for that matter. I think Monica might have said a few things to him. How Rich ever got lucky enough to get her for a wife, I'll never know. Shoot, I had better call Paul before I forget. Kathryn picked up the phone on the wall by the kitchen table and dialed Paul's number. He picked up on the second ring. "Hello, Paul? Honey, what are you doing weekend after next?" "Nothing major, Kathryn. You have something in mind?" "No major plans, eh? Well, then, you're gonna drive me to the University. It's Parents Weekend, and Cindy wants us both there. Got a letter from her today reminding me of it. And yes, she asked me to bring you along. But, she insists we don't provide any bad examples." "I'm surprised she isn't trying to hide the bad examples from us!" "Actually, she did mention something about that in her letter." They both laughed. "I hate to impose on you, but it's probably too late to get a hotel room or anything like that up there. I'm afraid we'll have to make it a day-trip." "Kathryn, it's only a two-hour drive to the University. That's two hours there, and two hours back at the end of the day. It's not like we'd be driving across the country. We just have to get a lot of sleep on Friday night. Listen, how about I pick you up about seven, we get some breakfast at Paradise Café, and get on the road by eight. We'll be at the University by ten, and have a little time to find Cindy before things get into full swing. Sound good?" "Perfect. I'll let you know if there's any change in plans. I'll let you go so you can finish your dinner and I can start mine. You take care, now, hon. Love ya!!" "I love you too, Kathryn. Talk to you soon." Kathryn hung up the phone and saw the other envelope. It had no return address, making her wonder whom it was from. Opening it, she found another envelope inside. This one had a single word written on it -- "Katya". Kathryn shuddered, put it down and went to make dinner. 30 minutes and a plate of leftover spaghetti later, she picked it up again and went upstairs. Once she was seated in a warm tub of lavender-scented water, she opened the note. Dearest Katya, I hope this notes finds you well and rested. If you are reading this, I am assuming you are in the bathtub with some candles lighting the room. When you are finished reading this note, you will give your legs and arms a good massage. If you are reading this on Wednesday or later, you will follow these instructions after your bath. If you get this note before Wednesday, you will wait until after your Wednesday night bath to follow these commands. At that time, you will put on your pleasure harness and a pair of white panties. You'll turn off the ringer on your bedroom phone if you have one. You will then take your kitchen timer and set it for 20 minutes. In that time, you will pleasure and explore yourself with your hands as you did before. When the timer goes off, you will orgasm. Only when the timer goes off, that will be your trigger. Then you will set it for 25 minutes and again masturbate, cumming only when the timer goes off. Then you will set your alarm clock to go off in 35 minutes. That time, you will use your hands and whatever toys you may have available. When the alarm clock buzzes, you will cum. Once that is done, you will sleep in your harness and panties, no matter their condition. You will only do this one night. After that, Little Katya, you will go back to the covering sleeping clothes I told you to wear. And you will sleep in them until you return to the Temple. When you do, you will bring those panties with you, unwashed, as well as your pleasure harness and the items you brought before. Now, Katya, massage yourself in the tub as I told you at the beginning of this note. Relax. Follow the schedule for your self pleasure properly. I look forward to Saturday, when I hope to again see you in Temple. At that time, you will tell me if you followed the instructions, how you followed them, and what the results were. You will serve me now by following these instructions well. In doing that you will please yourself... and please me. As always, the note was unsigned. The breadth of the instructions, and the pleasure they seemed to promise, put a small lump in Kathryn's chest. She put her hand on her chest, as if to drive it away -- and felt the pendant He had given her. For some reason, she had not taken it off with her clothing. But holding it now, she knew she would follow the instructions on the note. For better or worse, she was linked to him, under his "spell", and would give herself as He dictated. No matter her love for Paul, she was His. She laid the note on the floor outside the tub and massaged her legs and arms. Feeling very relaxed, she dried off and put on her bra, panties and sweats. She was asleep seconds after setting the morning alarm. The Temple Ch. 04 Author's Note: This story is purely fictional. It is not based on any actual events, nor is it in any way intended to recommend a course of action by anyone who might read this. Please take it simply as an entertaining fiction to enjoy. * * * * * Kathryn walked into her bedroom, clad in a robe as she towel-dried her freshly shampooed hair. She sat down at her vanity table, brushing out her hair until it was silky smooth. Another glance in the mirror, a smile at herself, and she walked over to her dresser. From the top drawer, she took out her sleeping clothes for the night. Katya shrugged off her robe and donned a pair of simple white cotton panties and her pleasure harness. Another glance in the mirror, another smile, and she lay down. A nice shampoo after her bath had further relaxed the young widow, making her feel sleepy and even a little sultry this late Thursday evening. "Thank God," she yawned, "tomorrow's Friday. Half day of work, and casual dress. God, I love having Rich as a boss." Between her exhaustion from a long day of work the relaxation of her nightly bath, she had lost track of days and allowances. Lost track, that is, until she absentmindedly ran a hand over her bare left nipple. "Mmmm, yess… oh, that feels good… such a great way to relax into sleep… and with a half-day Friday tomorrow… Friday? Friday? Oh no!!!" Kathryn sat up, then walked back to her vanity table. She read the latest note… and realized she was breaking the rules, starting to repeat Wednesday night's instructions when it wasn't allowed. After several minutes of trembling confusion, she removed her harness, replacing it with a regular bra. Her sweatshirt and pants were also donned. Katya pulled out her journal and wrote for several minutes about her confusion -- not only over the precious 15 minutes, but on whether she should actually follow the rules the Robe set out for her, and even on whether she should go back to that oddball church he seemed to live in. After putting the journal back in her dresser, she returned to bed and cried herself to sleep. The Temple Ch. 04 "Yes," she began to cry. "I love Paul, but he hasn't given me this. All the fantasies I had over the years. You've taken me to them, sir. Paul… Paul's reaction when… when I described them once… was so quiet. He looked nervous. And we never talked about them again. And now… now that I've experienced them… I know they are what I need. But I don't want to lose Paul!!!!!" She collapsed in a fit of tears. The voice untied her from all of the restraints and hugged her again. "Listen, Katya, and listen closely." The "robe" hugged her close, but made sure his voice could not be heard directly in her ears. "You have grown today. You have learned about yourself. And you have learned… that your boyfriend may not provide you with what you need. You need to realize… that he may never provide you what I have provided you with. You can try to keep the two of us in your lives. But that won't work for long. How do you feel right now, this minute?" "Torn!!" Kathryn cried. "Torn between a man I care about and love… but who isn't giving me what I need…" Kathryn sobbed for a minute. "Between Paul, and you… a man I don't… I don't even know who you are, or how or why you chose me… but you… somehow, you give me what I need. I don't know how to choose, or keep you both." "You are torn now, Katya. Torn and stressed. Imagine how you will feel in several months of serving me… while loving him. Realize that sooner or later, you will have to choose. It's better for you if it is sooner, before you are torn totally apart. Do NOT choose now… take your time… but soon, you will have to choose. For now, you will relax for a while before you to leave here. You must go home… rest… relax. Do not think about this place until tomorrow." "Will you stay with me for a while, sir?" "Yes, little Katya. I will see that you are all right before you leave. And you will come back here next Saturday--" "No… sir, not next Saturday… please…" "And why," the "robe" replied, his voice hardening, "will you not serve me when I require it?" "It's my daughter, sir. I promised to visit her at college next Saturday. Please, please, sir… don't make me--" "At some point," he replied in a softer voice, "you will have to choose between me and your boyfriend. I think I already know how you will choose. That is one thing. Your daughter, however, is another matter entirely. You will NEVER choose me over your family. I forbid it. Is that clear, my little one?" Kathryn nodded her head. The "robe" then walked away for a moment, draping an old bathrobe across her shoulders when he returned. "Now, Katya, come with me." He led her to a small love seat. There they sat for 20 minutes as he cradled and slowly rocked Kathryn, neither saying a word to each other, his presence providing security. "Now, little Katya, we are done for today. Are you able to drive?" "Yes, sir… I'm feeling better now. I think I can drive home safely." "Then go home, my precious, and sleep. What you wear to bed does not matter tonight, only that you sleep comfortably. Tomorrow night you will return to sleeping in your underwear and sweats. Do you understand all of this?" "Yes sir. I need to ask something." "Yes, little one?" "About Paul… he's been wanting to be intimate with me… to…" "To have sex with you? Don't be afraid to say such things, little one. You are wanting to know if this is permitted or denied?" "Yes, sir." "I will not make that choice, Katya. That will be at your discretion. If you feel you need or want it… you have my blessing." "I do? But… I don't understand… you would let me---" "I will let you be yourself, Katya. I will let you learn, and grow. I can teach you many things… but some things you must learn for yourself. And you will only learn them on your own. And since you can't come back next Saturday, you will be back here next Sunday afternoon. Two o'clock. Does that present a problem?" "No, sir… I will be here." "Very well. Kneel before me." Kathryn quickly complied, showing no signs of physical unsteadiness. The voice put his hand on her head. "You will come back next Sunday afternoon. I will send you instructions on your clothing later this week. Put on your harness when you dress. You will leave your bra and one of your clean panties here. Take your other items with you." He placed the egg whisk used in her spanking back in her hand. "Do you understand all of this?" "Yes, sir," Kathryn sighed. "Then it's time for you to go home and rest. Enjoy your visit with your daughter. I shall see you next Sunday. And be happy, for you have pleased me greatly." The voice caressed her left cheek, then walked away. Kathryn removed her headphones and blindfold, seeing only the voice's back as he walked into the darkness. Then the lights over the aisle came up, lighting her way out of The Temple. Kathryn looked around and saw her bra lying by the wooden spanking frame. She dropped a clean pair of panties and dropped on top of it. Gathering the rest of her things, she redressed herself and left. Once home, she removed all her clothing (including the harness) and climbed into bed. She was asleep in minutes. Having forgotten to set her alarm, Kathryn missed church the following morning. The Temple Ch. 05 Copyright © 2000-2008 Patrick a.k.a. LrningDom All Rights Reserved Author's Note: This story is purely fictional. It is not based on any actual events, nor is it in any way intended to recommend a course of action by anyone who might read this. Please take it simply as an entertaining fiction to enjoy. * On Tuesday evening, Kathryn looked through the usual collection of junk mail over dinner. As she flipped through, she found a package delivery notice. The next day, she arrived in the office early so she could take a long lunch and go to the main post office downtown. It turned out to be a good decision, as the counter was undermanned and a large crowd of people was waiting. The long wait, however, didn't keep the lady behind the counter from making comments. "Oh," she said, "You're getting this package?" "Yes, miss. Is something wrong? Do I owe something for it?" "Oh, heavens no, Ma'am. I just happen to remember the guy who brought this in. Said it was a surprise gift for someone special." "Do you remember what he looked like?" "Not many details, girlfriend. And truth be told, white boys rarely catch my eye." The clerk leaned closer to Kathryn, giving her a conspiratorial wink. Kathryn leaned closer as the black woman's voice dropped. "I shouldn't be saying this at work. But between you and me, honey, I wouldn't mind being the fudge topping on his sundae." The woman giggled, causing Kathryn's mild blush to turn a deep shade of red. "Oh, I'm sorry, girlfriend. Seriously, though, he was cute. He was probably a little taller than you, a little younger, good skin, wore sunglasses. Was nicely dressed, but not flashy. You could tell he's got some money, but he's secure enough in himself that he don't need to parade it." "Did he say anything about what was in the package?" "Just that it was a surprise gift for a friend." "What was his voice like?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you there. Most voices sound the same to me." Looking over her shoulder, cashier said, "Oops, my boss is coming. I'm gonna have to let you go. You have a good day, ma'am." "You too, and thank you." Kathryn picked up her package and walked out to her car. Looking at the dashboard clock, Kathryn swore at the long line in the post office. If she were lucky, she'd have time to bolt down some fast food as she drove back the office. Conscious of her appearance, she stopped at McDonald's for McNuggets, fries and a coke. She would have preferred a good hamburger, but decided she couldn't chance a drop of ketchup landing on her beige blouse. "Welcome back, Kathryn. Have a good lunch?" "Not really, Rich… I had to wait a while at the post office. I'm not late, am I?" "Late? Kathryn, you've got another fifteen minutes yet. Settle down." Richard Beckner turned on his laid-back smile. "I haven't turned into that much of a bastard of a boss, have I?" "Oh good grief, no, Rich. I was just worried I would be late because of the long line at the post office. I guess I just caught the lights right on the way back." "Okay, Kathryn, relax for a few minutes. Let your lunch settle." Rich stood in front of Kathryn's desk, holding several folders. "I take it the post office was a madhouse?" "A crowd, and understaffed as usual. I sometimes wonder how they make any money." "Ever notice how often they raise the rates? Anyway, I've got a few projects for you to follow up on." He handed her the folders. The first two were pending cases. The third said "Invitation", which she opened first out of curiosity. "Ah, you noticed. That, young lady, is an open invitation to come visit us for a weekend breather, now that we've got the new house southwest of town all set up." "Don't call me 'young lady', Rich. You're 12 years younger than me." "Details, details. Anyway, the new place is set up, and you now have a standing invitation to come out and visit, de-pressurize in the Jacuzzi, what have you." "That sounds good. I may just take you up on that for an afternoon. " "You'll love it, Kathryn. Monica and I bought this old place out southwest of town. We did a BUNCH of renovations, but now it's nice homey little place. Great for partying, even, it has lots of room now that we took out all the pews. Don't worry, we're not gonna pull an 'Alice's Restaurant' and leave all the garbage where the pews used to be." "Pews?" "Yes, it's one of several old church/rectory combos for sale out in the country." "An old church and rectory? That must be… interesting." "We managed to leave a nice quaint feel to it, make it a nice spacious home on the inside, but it does look like a church and rectory on the outside. Anyway, we'd love to have you out for a visit some weekend. Now, I'm going over to the legal library to check some probate statutes for the McFeeley hearing. If you could check those files I just gave you, I'd appreciate it." "Sure thing, Rich. Not a problem." Looking at the files, she figured it wouldn't take too long. Getting both projects' work done in a timely fashion, she tried to start in on another folder on her desk. Instead, though, her mind drifted to an old church on the southwest side of town No, it can't be Rich, she told herself. There's no way he'd cheat on Monica! And the stuff that guy in the Robe has me do, that's not Rich's style… or so I thought. No, no, it can't be Rich. Come on, Kathryn, get your mind back on work. There'll be time for this after you get home. Kathryn not only hurried through the rest of her work, she raced home. She wanted to be in comfortable surroundings to face these unsettling thoughts. "Okay," she said as she pulled out some leftovers for dinner. "Whoever the man in the robe is, he seems to know a lot about me. He's also got some money. He has that church and rectory, which has obviously been remodeled. Now, Rich tells me about this old church and rectory he's remodeled. He's certainly got the money to do that, even to install things like those crazy lights. But some of the things the guy in the Robe has had me do, they don't seem like Rich. "But Paul also has a place out there. He's never told me what it is or where it is, just that it will be nice when I see it. And Paul's got the money to make the wild changes I've seen in that Temple. But that one time I mentioned some of those fantasies I had, he cringed. It was like he couldn't stomach some of those things." Stopping for a moment, she hugged herself and said, "That's one of the reasons I feel so torn." Kathryn sat down with her dinner, mulling over her thoughts as she ate her meat loaf and green beans. "Whoever this is," she said, "he's got a hold on me somehow. I can't let things go on without knowing more about him." Kathryn then remembered the package. She opened it to find a note. "Dearest Katya, Have dinner before reading this note. Then take the box to your bedroom. There you will remove the contents and try them on. You will wear them instead of your normal bra and panties the next few days, including when you visit The Temple on Sunday afternoon. There is one exception -- if you spend time with your boyfriend, especially any sensual time together. Should you have any dates with him, you will wear your regular undergarments. Now, assuming you are alone the next several nights, you will masturbate just before you go to sleep. Set your timer for fifteen minutes. As before, you will not orgasm until the timer goes off. You may wear anything you choose while you do this. When you go to sleep, however, you will change into a bra, clean panties, and sweat clothes. Be sure to take some time to relax, Katya. Enjoy your bubble baths. Have a very good time visiting your Daughter. And I will see you Sunday afternoon. Sir" Looking into the box, she found a white satin-and-lace bustier and a package of white bikini panties in her size. Kathryn tried to finish her dinner, but found her eyes continually drifting back to the open box and its contents. She sent the last few bites of dinner down the garbage disposal, put the dishes in the dishwasher, and took the box up to her bedroom. As directed, she tried on the bustier, and found it an agreeably comfy fit. She was also grateful it was a front-closure garment, making it easier to put on and take off by herself. Strapless and cut somewhat low in the back, it reminded her of various formal evening gowns she had worn over the years. Then she tried on one of the panties. Normally a briefs wearer, the bikini panties made her feel even more vixen than the French-cut undies she had worn on her previous visits to The Temple. After a few minutes of self-admiration in the mirror, she removed the garments and returned them to the box. Kathryn then went to the bathroom and started the water in the tub, with some lilac bath oil mixed in. As the tub filled, she spent a few more minutes looking in the mirror, seeing that she still had a good trim figure – especially for a 44-year-old widow with a college-age daughter. The tub full, Kathryn climbed in and relaxed instantly. She let herself drift into a quiet mood, enjoying the warmth. After drying off, she went back to her bed and set her cooking timer for 15 minutes. Her breathing became more ragged as she groped, pinched and fingered various intimate parts of her naked body with abandon. Then the ding of the timer was drowned out by a husky yell of orgasm. Kathryn tried to get off the bed, only to find herself exhausted. It took her several minutes to get up enough energy to walk to her bureau. There she pulled out her regular bra, panties and sweat suit. Climbing back into bed, she was asleep in seconds.