7 comments/ 1268 views/ 1 favorites F6: Deidre By: FAWCker This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y C. Each item was used in the story. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition. The list for this story includes: Lecturer, Licorice, Laundry room, and Lech * * * * Once in a while a person comes into your life that can teach you things about yourself that you don't already know. They seem to know you better than you know yourself. For me that person was Deidre Waterford. To be honest, after I first dated Deidre I was ready to give up on the female of the species. It wasn't just her, but she was the last in a line of failures. Kristina Naples was the first. Kristina and I became a couple during our sophomore year of high school, and gave each other our virginity after our junior prom. We'd known each other since eighth grade and had been close friends since. We applied to and got accepted to the University of Massachusetts, and lived together in an off campus apartment. Up until two weeks after graduation I thought we were on the same page. Our plan was for me to join the Navy while she continued her education; she was studying to be a cardiovascular surgeon. She was accepted to Johns Hopkins at the same time I was reporting for Officer Candidate School in Newport Rhode Island. I feel stupid when I look back. I blame it on the fact we were both busy and our communication fell off. I did make it to Baltimore often to see her, but I didn't pick up on the differences then. Shortly before my time at OCS was over I was tabbed to attend the Center for Information Dominance in Pensacola Florida. I rehearsed how I would break this news to Kristina. On one hand I would be a long distance from her, but once I went into full service the chance was decent that I would be assigned to shore rather than on a ship. When I sat with her to discuss the situation, she hit me with those four words every guy dreads; "We need to talk." "Chris, I've met someone," she said avoiding my gaze. I said nothing so she continued. "Dr. Bradford was a guest lecturer in one of my classes. I stayed after the lecture to ask a few questions." She paused to wipe her eyes. She glanced up at my face quickly the returned her gaze to her hands and continued. "As I was asking him things he asked if I'd like to go have a cup of coffee. Coffee led to dinner, and I ended up in his bed that night." "Ok, I have to ask; was this a one-time thing," I asked keeping my tone even, my officer training was helping already, "or are you leaving me for him?" "I've been seeing him for five weeks now," she said. "I want to be with him while you're away, but I'll be only yours while you're on leave. When you get out of the service we can go on as we planned." She looked at me expectantly, "I know we have enough love for each other that this won't affect us." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She wanted to fuck this guy while I was in harm's way, she didn't know yet of my career path change, then be with me like nothing had changed. I wondered how two way this street was. "So while I'm away we're free to sleep with others, but we'll be monogamous when I'm home?" The look on her face told me all I needed to know. "I figured you'd be at sea and saving yourself for me." "Oh. So you get to play while I stay faithful." She nodded her head but I saw the resignation on her face. I looked at her hand to see that the promise ring I had given her for high school graduation was missing. "You don't bother wearing my ring anymore," she looked embarrassed. "I take it off for..." "For fucking your douche bag doctor boyfriend," I said cutting her off. "Well I am glad you told me this before I proposed and put this engagement ring on your finger," I said patting the imaginary ring box in my pocket. "I'm sure I can get my money back for it." Her mouth moved like a fish out of water gulping the air as her tears started in earnest. "Good luck Kristina," I said rising. "I hope this asshole doesn't make a habit of taking future doctors out for coffee." I turned and walked away. "Oh God. Chris wait," I heard her wail as I walked off but I didn't look back. She didn't deserve to see my tears. I was back in Newport by evening and the next weekend found me in sunny Florida. I spent my first weeks in Florida learning my new craft. I never had a moment to stop and think about the Kristina sized hole in my heart. Once I settled in and things slowed down I decided it was time to fill that void, but since I had never really asked a girl out I had no clue how to proceed. Luckily I had made a few friends. One guy's wife set me up with a co-worker of hers. Not only was Pamela Miller the sexiest woman I had ever laid eyes on, but over a two month span she showed me things in the bedroom I had only read about in Penthouse Letters. The idea of marriage hadn't yet crossed my mind. With Kristina I had known from an early age that I wanted to spend my life with her. Pamela asked me several times how I felt about marriage. I wasn't sure how deep my feelings for Pamela ran. Two days later I would find out. The exercises for that day were centered around satellite intelligence and gleaning intel from "ferret" satellites. An hour into class, something happened to the satellite we had clearance to use. After an hour of our instructors haranguing their superiors we were dismissed for the day. Since the weather was bad I knew Pamela would be home. I got to her apartment and could see through her window that she wasn't in the front room. I decided to surprise her so I retrieved her spare key and let myself in. The surprise was on me. I could hear them as soon as I entered the apartment. I walked back to her bedroom and saw her on her back while a short haired red head girl fucked her with a strap on. The plastic cock that was splitting Pamela's pussy was larger than any dick I had ever seen on the internet. I felt like a lech as I stood there watching, but I couldn't tear my eyes away. Pamela's moans and urging got louder and the red head pounded into her harder. They were fucking so hard I expected the bed to start bouncing. As her orgasm peaked, Pamela let loose a shriek that I am sure had every dog in a five mile circle barking. As the girls slowed and collapsed I began clapping. Two sets of eyes locked onto me as I clapped. Pamela's eyes got wide. "Who the fuck are you?" asked her friend. Pamela didn't seem to be able to say anything. "I'm just someone Pam used to know," I said as I turned and left the room. I was just out the front door when I heard Pamela call for me to not leave. For a moment I considered waiting but in the end I left her spare key by the door and left. I didn't see her again the rest of that week. On Saturday I came home from morning PT to find her sitting on my door step. "Hiya stranger," she said trying to sound jovial. "I haven't heard from you since the other day and I've been wanting to talk to you." "I'm not sure what can be said. I mean we aren't married so you don't owe me an explanation." "I know you were hurt. It was on your face, and what you said confirmed it. I should have told you that Kara and I play once in a while. She's upset because I didn't tell her about you. I just want to beg your forgiveness. "I'm over it Pamela. No need for you to beg, there's nothing to forgive. Like I said, we aren't married and we never discussed exclusivity. Besides, I am only here for another week." "Another week? Where are you going?" she asked with a sniffle. "I'll be going home to Boston for a few days, then I am off to San Diego for fleet orientation, then I'll join my task force in Yokosuka Japan." She seemed to be genuinely stricken by the news. "No, please tell me you're just upset about catching me and are yanking my chain. Please Chris, this isn't funny." "I told you I have no hard feelings. I'm not fibbing, my orders have come down." "Damn you Chris. You make me realize that I am in love with you and you're going away. Why Japan? Can't you go somewhere closer, like here?" "Love? What part of the strap on fucking made you realize your love for me?" I hoped that didn't sound like a dig. "When I saw the look on your face as you turned to leave, I felt like I had betrayed you. I know we've never committed to each other, but I saw your pain and it killed me that I had hurt you." I didn't know what to say. She asked if she could spend the week with me, and against my better judgement I said yes. On the day I was set to leave Pensacola I awoke to an empty bed. A quick search of the apartment proved that she had left. I found a note on the table which read; My dearest Chris, I feel like a complete heel for not saying good bye in person, but I couldn't handle seeing you leave. If you are ever around these parts again please look me up. I wish I could go with you. I love you and will miss you terribly. Pamela I thought about driving by her apartment on my way to the airport, but in the end decided against it. I wanted to say good bye but I figured she either wouldn't answer the door or wouldn't be home. So I honored her wish and went on my merry, or less than merry way. My parents weren't too thrilled to hear of my port assignment. "Didn't you join the Atlantic navy?" "No dad. I joined the United States Navy. They'll send me where ever they need or want me. Most of my class was destined for the Pacific fleet." "But you don't know Japanese. How will you make it in a place that you can't communicate?" "Mom, most of my time will be aboard a ship, either an aircraft carrier or an Aegis cruiser. I most likely won't need to spend much time in Japan itself." "What about Kristina? How can you repair your relationship with her if you are on the other side of the planet?" "No relationship to repair dad. She chose to sleep with the visiting professors and such thus removing me from the equation." "She asks about you all the time Chris. I think you two should seriously try to work your issues out." "Sorry mom. I am not one to stand in line. If I am in a relationship with someone I expect to be the only one." "What does the Navy think of your bull-headedness son? Surely they want obedience." "They have my obedience and loyalty dad. My orders will always be carried out to the letter. In a few years I'll be giving orders. Kristina made her choice. She decided for us the direction our relationship was going to take; I exercised my freedom to seek another path. Can we talk about something or someone else? I have to leave for San Diego in three days." "I think you're making a huge mistake Christopher Elliot Bernhard. Marrying Kristina has been your goal for as long as you've known her." "That was before she wanted someone else mom. I can't be two hours away and have her be loyal, what could I expect when I am thousands of miles away?" "Well if you had joined the Atlantic Navy that wouldn't be an issue son." By the second day home I was ready to walk to San Diego to escape the constant badgering. At least to their credit they didn't have Kristina come see me. I'm not sure I could have handled that. I found out the morning I left why Kristina hadn't been around. "I wish you could stay another day Chris. Kristina hasn't been able to get time off from her residency program to come down to visit." "That suits me just fine mom. I'm sure Dr. Delightful or whomever she's currently banging would like her to stay in Baltimore anyway." "No need for rudeness Chris. She still loves you and always asks about you. It's killing her that you are this close to her and she can't see you. Please wait another day or two." "Sorry mom. I'm not risking prison for a woman who didn't want me in the first place." "Prison? I think you are being melodramatic." "No Susan, he isn't. If his orders are for him to be in San Diego tomorrow he needs to be in San Diego tomorrow. Next time you come home for leave son we'll have to make sure Kristina gets enough notice so she can come see you. Maybe you kids can work something out." I just shook my head and called for a cab to take me to Logan Airport. At least I knew I wouldn't be hearing about how Kristina might get tire of waiting for me and marry a doctor, or what a mistake I was making by not marrying her before I got shipped out. Unfortunately I realized that coming home couldn't be a spur of the moment thing and I was likely to get ambushed the next time I was home. I actually spent a week in San Diego. Fleet orientation and everything I had to do before being sent out took mere hours leaving me five days to see sights. A couple of us went to LA for a day and saw the tourist stuff there. On our next to last day one guy suggested going to Tijuana to see some sex shows. A CPO that overheard our chat strongly suggested that we stay north of the border. "They don't always take kindly to US sailors in TJ," he said. "We have lost many officers and recruits because of trouble down there." We ended up heeding his advice, and the next day I took the longest damn plane ride I have ever taken in my life. After what seemed like a week in the air, I touched down in Japan. A bus met us as we debarked and took directly to the Yokosuka Naval Base. I had a two day stay there before my first voyage started. I got to see a little bit of Yokosuka before I left for a three month cruise. Most of that first cruise was spent just putting our new group through the paces. We mainly cruised around Thailand. Our second cruise was more demanding, but still fairly tame. We spent most of that one off of the west coast of Russia. My main job was looking through the intel we got from radio communications, and some satellite to ship communications. It was mundane, but we practiced our craft well. When we got back to Yokosuka, we were given a week's shore leave. While on leave I attended a party put on by a local women's group. The party was a traditional Japanese tea party and I actually had a good time. I also met Naoko. While many of the girls attending the party spoke English, Naoko's was perfect. As we talked I learned that she had attended school for six years in New York. I didn't sleep with her that night, but we did make a date for the following evening. The following evening we went out to eat and then ended up at her apartment. We didn't leave until I had to report back to my ship. I had to give Naoko a lot of credit for honesty. She told me that her father didn't approve of Americans, and she was forbidden from getting serious with any sailor. She was also engaged to a guy name Kenji. "But I have enjoyed my time with you, so if you are willing, I will be your girl anytime you are in port. But I will be with Kenji while you are gone. Kenji will understand if he wants to stay with me." I wasn't sure how to feel about the arrangement. She was asking Kenji to basically take the same deal I had walked away from with Kristina. I didn't commit, but told her we'd talk the next time I was in port. Our next cruise took us into the northern Sea of Japan where we listened in on North Korea. Pyongyang of course was displeased with our proximity to their territorial waters and spent a lot of time and energy sabre rattling. Our ASW, anti-submarine warfare, guys worked around the clock as did the two carriers in our group. I think I saw top side twice in the four months we were up there. When I wasn't asleep I was in the cramped communications room poring over data. We knew the sonar guys had tracked several subs just beyond our outer pickets, and Korean fighter jets could be often seen on the edge of our radar scopes. One night before we were to head back into port, the subs actually made it inside our defense ring. The pinging from our subs and their subs reverberated through our ship's hull making it impossible to hear normal conversation. We were all relieved to get two weeks' leave when we returned and many of us headed to the bars to settle our jangled nerves. I had no inclination to find Naoko again, I empathized with Kenji. I was drinking with a couple of guys from one of our carriers when I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Were you planning on telling me that you were back in port Chris?" I turned to find myself staring into the unwavering gaze of Naoko. "We've only been back for a few hours," I stammered out. "Finish your drink and come with me," she said. I'm not sure why I did it, but I gulped down my beer and followed her all the way back to her apartment. Once there she turned and started stripping. "Please hurry Chris. I have missed you terribly." I almost asked if Kenji wasn't getting the job done, but thought better of it when she latched her mouth onto mine and kissed my soul. It wasn't until we came up for breath that I noticed that she'd opened my fly and had pulled my cock out of my trousers. She said something in Japanese then started stroking my hardening cock. I groaned and looked down just as she looked up and I lost myself in the dark pools of her eyes. She never broke eye contact as she took my cock in her mouth and slowly took in the entire length. After four months of no sex I didn't last long. Within five minutes I was spilling my load down her throat. She swallowed every drop then removed her mouth from my cock and smiled at me. "That was a lot Chris. Now the rest of these two weeks can proceed." It didn't dawn on me that she knew how much shore leave I had nor that she had known I had already disembarked and headed to the bar. It seemed every time we got together she knew how long I was going to be in port. I found out later that her friends in the ladies' group knew when our ships came in. I also found out that Kenji traveled for his job and was gone almost more than I was. For the first four years it went like that. I was either at sea or in Naoko's arms. Several times I came back rattled after being off the coast of North Korea. The worst was a six month cruise we made into the Persian Gulf. I knew going in it could go bad. I was highly thankful for our perimeter defenses; they saved our ass several times. We had just returned from a Thailand cruise when I had three months left on my commitment. Naoko did her best to reduce me to jello then looked at me and said matter of factly, "Chris, I am supposed to get all teary eyed and tell you how much I'll miss you if you don't re-enlist." I wasn't sure what to say, or what she wanted to hear. I was saved by her continuing. "Chris I hope you know how deeply I feel for you. I love having you when you are here, and I hate having to put you back together after they send you to bad areas. Chris I am torn between two feelings." I hadn't given much thought to re-upping, but I knew the pitches would be coming. I had never imagined they'd get girlfriends to pitch for them. I told her that either way, I'd see her next time we were in port. I figured that we'd go to a peaceful area on this cruise. I was wrong. We were headed for North Korea again. This time felt different. For the first month it was all the same sabre rattling as always. About half way through they fired a missile at our position. Outer perimeter defenses shot it down. Then I scored a big find. I happened across two pieces of communication. One was a directive to an air base north of our position spelling out an attack on our group, the other to a bae south of us outlining an attack from the south while our attention was turned to the feint from the north. I immediately contacted the group commander and he was able to use the information to successfully meet both sorties and repel the attack. For my part, I received a commendation, which due to the secrecy of our mission was not part of my public record, and I was promoted to Lieutenant Commander. I also accepted another four year commission. F6: Deidre Naoko was pleased that we'd be together for another four years. I wasn't sure if Kenji was still around, we never talked about him. At the end of my second four year stint, I decide to not accept another commission and return to civilian life. Naoko was a bit sad, but she also felt she was ready to dedicate all of her time to Kenji. He'd been patient for eight years and she felt he deserved her undivided attention. We spent one last night of unbridled passion and I was on my way back to San Diego the next day. I had only seen my parents twice during my time in Japan. The first time was two years after I had left. Kristina did put in an appearance, but I made sure the family knew I was involved with Naoko. Of course I made it sound a lot more serious than it was. The second time was two years before I got out of the navy. This time Kristina and her new husband came by. He wasn't at all what I had pictured for her. He was bald and at least three inches shorter than her. One look and I told myself that he must have money. "She still pines for you," my mother told that evening after they'd left. "She's told me on many occasions how stupid she was to throw you away. If you showed the slightest bit of interest in her I guarantee she'd leave him in a heartbeat." 'Then I'd be no better than the professor she left me for." I spent two days in San Diego before I called home to let them know I was stateside. While there I was also given orientation for my Naval Reserves duty. In four more years I would officially be out of the military. While I was in San Diego I was also contacted about my future career. Of course Naval Intelligence was the first to offer me a civilian position, soon followed by the Pentagon. The most intriguing offer came from the Central Intelligence Agency. In two weeks I had an apartment in Fairfax just a short commute from work. Mom was disappointed that I couldn't stay more than a couple of days at home, but I was closer than I had been in years. One weekend I made the eight hour drive to see my folks. Of course they were overjoyed and Saturday night had a dinner party. By dinner party I mean they invited Kristina and her man over. It didn't take dad long to steer the dinner conversation to my return and subsequent career. He already knew from previous conversations that there were aspects of my job that I couldn't talk about. "So, Bruce tells us that you work for the CIA. That sounds exciting and adventurous," said David, Kristina's husband. Bruce is my father. "Are you a spy now Chris?" asked Kristina. "Or are you not allowed to tell us that?" "These people are doctors?" I thought to myself. "No I am not a spy, and my job isn't all that adventurous. I am pretty much doing the same thing I did in the navy, just on a bigger stage." 'A bigger stage?" asked David. "Ok what I do is analyze intelligence data. In the navy I looked at data that would most likely affect the task force. At Langley, I analyze data on a global scale. I look for things that might be important now." They all nodded but I got the feeling they really didn't get it. 'Where does the data come from that you see?" asked Kristina. "I usually don't get to know which assets produced what I am seeing, nor am I allowed to discuss these assets." I could have told them that it came from satellites and radio and telephone communication, but I thought I'd add an air of mystique and maybe bring the topic to a close. "Was it hard to get the job? I mean how does one even apply for something like that?" David asked. "Actually it was one of several offers that I got during my debriefing in San Diego. NSA, Naval Intelligence, and Homeland Security were among the others recruiting me." "Are they after every guy who gets out of the service, or did you do something special?" asked Kristina. "It was because of some things I did, and before you ask, I am not at liberty to discuss what made me a hot commodity." "Oh Chris, I hate that you can't share your achievements," my mother chimed in. "I really didn't achieve all that much mom. Some of what I did got over-inflated." I felt that was true because anyone could have come across the things I did. I had three secret citations on my record that only a handful of people knew about. "I think you are probably too modest Chris," said Kristina. I had noticed that she barely looked away from me all through dinner. I wondered how David felt about it, but wasn't about to ask. I figured that if I pretended not to notice myself, it wasn't obvious. Finally dad steered the conversation, much to the chagrin of my mother, to sports. I'd heard it all before, and I had to assume that since David seemed to be on a first name basis with him he might have heard it all before. "The Sox aren't the same without Nomar. The Celts aren't the same without Bird and McHale. Bourke should have never left the Bruins. Everyone is jealous of the Pats' success. I'd heard it all many times so I went into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. I was waiting for the coffee to brew when Kristina came into the kitchen. "I like this," she said. "You and I, in the same room." She sighed, "I miss you Chris." I wasn't going to make a comment about why we were apart. She knew why. I turned to make conversation when she threw her arms around my neck and pulled me down into one of the steamiest kisses I had ever gotten. I resisted for a moment, but despite my better judgment I kissed her back. I could feel the heat radiating off her, and I could feel my cock beginning to rise; I think she felt it too. Then I thought of her husband in the other room. I broke the kiss. "We can't do this. You're married! Your husband is sitting right out there." She was breathing heavily, "Just say the word Chris. Say it and he'll be history tonight." * * * * Three months later I was standing by the bar at a cocktail party put on by some senate aide. Sadly the kiss with Kristina was the hottest action I'd had since leaving Japan. I definitely had missed her, but I couldn't be with her. I would always be wondering if the was playing on the side. I was scanning the room for anyone I might know when I saw her. Her blue cocktail dress put any little black dress to immediate shame. She seemed to glide when she walked and her jade green eyes commanded the room. Every male eye, and several female eyes were on her as she made her way around the room. She seemed to know everybody, and she seemed to command attention. I instantly knew that she was out of my league and turned back to the bar. No use lusting after an unattainable idol. I saw her from time to time that night; I did my best not to gawk. I was ordering what I planned on being my last drink when a voice behind me asked, "Why aren't you drooling over the babe in blue like everyone else?" "I'm not flashy enough for her," I said turning to face the owner of the voice. "A wo..." my words caught in my throat as my eyes fell upon her. Even from a foot away she was flawless. "Don't you think she should decide who's flashy enough?" she asked with a wicked smile. It was obvious she was enjoying my discomfort. "You were saying...." "I was obviously about to say something stupid, so let's pretend I said nothing." "Deal," she chuckled offering me her hand. "Deidre Waterford." "Chris Bernhard," I replied. "Well Chris Bernhard, I assume that you were going to ask for my phone number, or e-mail address so that you could ask me out some time." "I was? I mean, yeah I was." She handed me a card and said "I look forward to hearing from you Chris," and then she was moving about the room again. The next Saturday evening I took Deidre out to dinner and a movie. I found out she was a press liaison for the Pentagon. I also found out that Dennis Bradley, the Deputy Director of the CIA had been talking me up as a rising star. At her front door that night I got a kiss. It wasn't a toe curling "get your pants off ASAP" kiss, nor was it a "Hiya Aunt Jan" kiss. She told me that she'd had a nice time and bade me to call her later. I called her the next day and we made a date for the following Friday. As I talked to people I realized that many knew Deidre, but very few really knew her. Several guys told me that she didn't date much and a second date was rare. I wanted to make the best impression possible so I made reservations to the hottest restaurant in DC. Dinner was wonderful then I took her to the most popular dancing club in the city. We danced and drank until one then she begged off because she had early plans the next day. Once again I got a kiss and a request to call her. My dating experience was quite lacking and I needed to knock her socks off on the third date. With Kristina our dating had always been simple; burgers and a movie and sometimes we went dancing. Pamela we went to dinner once and after that we always stayed in and naked. With Naoko it was pretty much the same. We went to the base clubs once in a while, but mostly we were in her apartment. So I searched the web and came up with an idea. On Tuesday I called and invited Deidre on a picnic for Saturday. I had planned a lunch of chicken and some wine and cheese. She seemed excited and readily agreed. I was excited and stayed up late Friday night making sure the lunch was on point. Saturday morning I was dismayed to find an email from Deidre begging off of our date. I responded asking when a good time to reschedule would be and she responded that she felt no spark between us and felt that we should go our separate ways. I was stunned. She had never invited me in after our dates, but the kiss had always been nice, and if she didn't want to see me again, why ask me to call her? I was tempted to send her a two word reply, but in the end I just deleted it and got shit faced. Over the next nine weeks I "dated four women. I made a date with Melanie who was a receptionist for one of our department heads. At the end of the night after a chaste kiss, she informed me that she had gotten back together with her husband, but decided to keep our date anyway because I was a nice guy. A Friday night dinner and movie date with Candy who worked in a Realtor's office ended up with me waiting at the appointed time at the restaurant. I called her three times and waited for an hour before I decided to go home. Next time I saw her in public she just avoided me. Tina spent the bulk of our dinner date telling me of all the ways she had considered castrating her ex and Launa got drunk and slipped out of the night club with three girls she'd gone to school with. I decided that night that I was done with women. If I got horny and my left hand wasn't enough, there were always hookers. One Saturday night I was in my recliner with college football on the TV and various windows open on my lap top. I was dumping a bunch of email offering me everything under the sun when a message popped up on my IM window. I had no clue who it was from, but I had little else going on so I opened it. KnottyMiztrez: Hey! How are you tonight? ChrisB: Um...I'm good. Not near drunk nuff yet tho. KnottyMiztrez: Why do ya feel the need to be drunk? ChrisB: No reason. Just goes with football. That started a rather mundane conversation. All I knew from the profile was that the person was a female in the DC area. I was going through my contacts trying to figure out who I was talking to when I was asked, "What do you think about Katy Perry?" ChrisB: I really don't think about her. KnottyMiztrez: You think she's sexy? ChrisB: Ya, I guess. She wouldn't have to tie me up to hold my attention. KnottyMiztrez: Interesting choice of phrase. U like being tied up? I thought about it for a moment. I had seen a lot of bondage porn on the net. Some was sexy, but some truly scared me. ChrisB: I don't know. Never have been. KnottyMiztrez: Would you try it? ChrisB: Maybe, but the girl, and yes it would HAVE to be a girl must promise not to hurt my junk. KnottyMiztrez: Hurt your junk? ChrisB: Yeah. Step on my balls with high heels. Smack my dick with a ruler. Stuff like that. KnottyMiztrez: Oh...I don't do that. Ask your girl to tie u up and see if you like. ChrisB: Don't have one, don't want one. KnottyMiztrez: No? Why? ChrisB: Tired of being thrown over and stood up. ChrisB: My hand won't hurt me. KnottyMiztrez: Call me? ChrisB:? Don't know you. Don't have your number. KnottyMiztrez: You deleted me? Now I was puzzled. She knew me. ChrisB: Don't take it personally; I deleted everyone but family and co-workers I need to call. KnottyMiztrez: You can come see me. Her next post was an address. It looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't place it. I know it was a stupid idea but I messaged that I was on my way and went to the address. I was surprised when I pulled up in front of Deidre Waterford's door. She answered the door and smiled at me. "Hi Chris. Please come in and let me apologize for not talking to you in person after we dated." She led me in to a very stylish living room. She bade me to have a seat, and then sat across from me. She offered me a drink which I declined. I was close to driving illegally as it was. "Chris, I am a 'take charge' type of girl and I was letting you select our dates. I also got the vibe that you were trying too hard and were more or less following a check list." She paused and took a sip of her drink. "I like you Chris. I like you a lot. I felt you were out of your true element when we dated. I want to try something Chris, something that if I'm correct, you will enjoy, but you have to trust me." I wasn't sure what to think. She had dumped me by email and now wanted me to trust her. Even after my dating disasters, I was still stupid. I told her I'd trust her and she could try whatever it was she wanted to try. She gave me the most radiant smile and told me that I wouldn't be sorry. I hoped she was right. She led me into a room. On one wall there was a large wooden cross laid on its side like an X with handcuffs attached to all four tips. In the middle was a table that was half padded and half bare wood. The third wall had various spanking implements hanging on pegs and there were a set of leather cuffs hanging from pulleys mounted to the ceiling in front of it. Most of the dungeons I had seen online were black and gothic. This room was a shade of teal and all of the wood was a light pine color. When she closed the door, I noticed that the interior side was padded and a pair of cuffs were fixed to the frame. I looked down into Deidre's smiling face and gave her a sheepish smile. "Nervous?" she asked. "I'd be lying if I said no. But oddly I do trust you." "Good," she said her smile lighting up the room. "I've been thinking of this since that night I saw you in the waiting area of Luigi's all by yourself." "Was a banner night for me," I said. "I wanted to go say hi, but I wasn't sure if you hated me or not." "I never hated you. I was hurt, but I'm over it." "Well, I'm glad you're here." She led me over to the wall of spanking tools. As if she read my mind she said, "No, I'm not going to use these on you tonight. Take off your shirt Chris." I removed my shirt and laid it on the table. I returned to her and she put one of the cuffs around my left wrist and using the line through the pulley raised my hand above my head and tied it off. She repeated the action on my other wrist and walked in front of me. "Just wait right here a moment Chris," she said tracing circles around my nipples. She rose up on tip toes and kissed my chin, and then she left the room. She returned shortly afterward wearing a pink teddy. "Aren't you supposed to be in leather and spike heels?" I asked. "You watch too much porn," she laughed. For the next twenty minutes she lightly ran her fingers over my upper torso. Her light touches on my pecs made them twitch and jump. She giggled and continued working her way around me. My cock was as hard as it ever had been and was pushing uncomfortably against my slacks. "If for any reason you want me to stop, or if you become too uncomfortable I want you to use a safe word. I expect at times you might say no, or plead with me to stop. That is part of the game. If you really need a stop, you say 'licorice." "Licorice?" I asked. "It's something that you normally wouldn't say during play time," she said. "You have to deliberately say it meaning that you really mean it." She unfastened my belt and pulled my slacks down and worked them off of my feet. She then continued her light tracing, but now my legs and butt were part of the terrain. She avoided my cock and balls in all of her motions. I was shaking, both from the constant teasing and from being in the same position. She seemed to know that I was reaching my limit and started raking my cock and balls lightly with her finger nails. My cock twitched and jumped every time. She seemed mesmerized by it. After a few more minutes, she wrapped her hand around my shaft and slowly started jacking me off. "Here is my true apology for that email Chris," she said as she took the length of my cock into her mouth. Between her hand and mouth I knew I wasn't going to last long. In moments I felt my orgasm build. "Oh shit Deidre, I'm gonna cum." She just looked up at me and kept sucking. A minute later I felt my cum jet into her mouth. It felt like I had sprayed enough to fill a bucket, but she didn't lose a drop. "Are you sorry you came over tonight?" she asked as she ran her hands over my chest. "Not at all. I want to do you now," I said. She cupped my chin and kissed me. "No. Tonight was all about you Chris. If you wish for us to continue this, we'll get to my pleasure in time." Why would I want to stop? She had just given me one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. I was putty in her hands and she knew it. "Come tomorrow afternoon and we can play more darling," she said. I knew I'd be there. Our play times were rarely the same. Sometimes she'd experiment with some spanking. I wasn't thrilled at first to be spanked, but once again she knew me better than I knew myself. I soon found myself doing the things that got my ass paddled. She was never mean though. After a month I felt like I was in love. One Saturday afternoon I found out how she felt about me. I was strapped to the wall in front of the spanking implements when she came in dressed like the dominatrixes I had seen on porn sites. One of the things I knew about Deidre was that she had previously worked in an upscale dungeon in the city. She had "catered to" some of the most powerful men, and a few women in DC. She had left the life when she became more prominent in her job. She had kept a few clients, but had dropped them when she and I became serious. For the first time I was tied up wearing a pair of shorts. She came in and kissed me. Then went right back out the door. A moment later, she led some guy into the room by a leash attached to a spiked collar he was wearing. He was wearing a hood over his face, but I could tell he was older than Deidre and I by quite a few years. She led him over to the big wooden X and secured him to it. She removed the mask from his face and I was shocked to find myself looking at the blindfolded Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, General Joshua Bridges. It suddenly dawned on me that she didn't love me. She was going to have sex with this man in front of me. She grabbed a paddle and was running it over his thighs. I had to get out of there and lurched for the door before I remembered I was secured. "Um,,can you un-cuff me? Please?" She didn't act like she'd heard me. "Un-cuff me please?" I asked again and got no response. Then I remembered, "Licorice! Licorice damn it licorice!" F6: Deidre She quickly put the paddle down and ran over to me. "What's wrong Chris baby? Are you ok?" "No," I said trying not to show how hurt I was. "I can't.." my words were cut off by a sob. "I can't watch you with another man. Please let me go? Please?" "Oh no baby. You have the wrong idea. I promised you that I'd never betray your trust, and now I need you to trust me. Please baby, I love you and I would never hurt you." I was confused. She seemed to sense my turmoil and kissed me. "Trust me baby." I just nodded because I couldn't trust myself to speak. She kissed me again and returned to the general. "Ok worm," she said to him. "Is the worm allowed to touch himself in his mistress' presence?" "No mistress," he answered sounding more like a chastised child than the powerful man he was. "Is the worm allowed to cum in his mistress' presence?" "No mistress." "Does your mistress ever touch your pathetic little penis?" "No mistress." "What will happen if your mistress sees you try to touch yourself or if she sees your penis." "My mistress will punish me severely." "How will she punish the worm?" "She'll dry fuck him with a big dildo." I suddenly hoped that she would never dry fuck me with anything, but other than a few light spankings, she'd never "punished" me. "Have you cum since you were last told to by your mistress?" "Once" "Once what worm?" she yelled forcibly followed by a sharp slap with the riding crop she was carrying. I saw the welt rise on his pasty thigh. "Once mistress," he said through gritted teeth. "Why did you disobey your mistress worm?" "My wife blew me mistress." Wife? This guy had a family and he paid to have someone half his age treat him like a piece of shit. I guess the rich and powerful see things in a whole different way than the rest of us. But how does one explain to his spouse that he can't ejaculate because another woman forbade it? My train of thought was interrupted by a series of loud smacks as she whipped him with the riding crop. His thighs and the sides of his ass were filled with angry red welts. "How does he explain that to wifey?" I wondered. "There is a real man in this room worm," she said to him. "Yes mistress." "He's not a worm, worm." "No my mistress. If my mistress says he's a real man I don't doubt my mistress." She walked over to me and caressed my face. She spoke to him, but was gazing into my eyes. "Never doubt my words worm. This real man is all mine." * * * * Two months later I gave up my apartment and moved into Deidre's town home. That day with the general she told him that she wouldn't see him anymore. "I have no room in my life for worms," she told him as she led him out into the living room to get dressed. She'd left the door open and I could hear them as he dressed. "I'm going to miss you Deidre." "I know Josh, but I am dedicating myself to that man in there." "He's a truly lucky man," he said. "No, I'm the lucky one," she said. "I am looking forward to a long life with him. Call Natasha and she can get you with another mistress." He told her good bye and I heard the door close. When she returned to the dungeon she was naked. She removed my cuffs and put her arms around me and kissed me deeply. "Take me to bed and make love to me Chris. I really need you." That was the first time that we'd gone from dungeon play to lovemaking. We made love often, but rarely after a tie session. She always seemed to know when I needed to just make love to her, and generally I knew when she wanted that. Once while making love, I got into some kind of dominant mode and took charge. When I wanted her doggy style, I lifted up off of her and had her get on all fours. It didn't dawn on me until I was sawing into her that I had done that. The thought supercharged me and soon I was grabbing her hips and pounding into her. I know she came several times, and once I unloaded, we collapsed together. She turned to face me and kissed me. "I loved that Chris." "I love you too Deidre. You truly make me a happy man," I said returning her kiss. As we kissed I could feel my cock coming back to life. "Oh, we're not done yet are we?" she said as she fondled my stiffening cock. "We'll never be done," I said as I moved into position to enter her again. * * * * Two months later we were in the laundry room. Being busy through the week we had to do all of our laundry in one day. We knew that most people in the complex used the swimming pool on Saturday afternoon so we usually chose that time to wash clothes. I had just loaded one washer with our delicates, and another with whites when I turned to see Deidre had a mischievous look in her eyes. I knew that look well, she was in "mistress mode." I wondered if we were going to go play before we were done or after. Either answer would have been wrong. She came close to me and for the first time I realized that she'd brought her coffee with her. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she "spilled" her coffee down the front of my shirt and pants. "Oopsy," she said. "Now we have to wash that out." She removed my shirt and threw it into the proper washing machine. She went to the basket and came up with some silk ropes. She sashayed over to me and tied one end of the rope to my left wrist. "Put the rope up over the pipe Chris," she said indicating the pipe directly over my head. I did as she instructed and the she tied my right wrist. I wasn't too worried because it was hard to see my predicament unless you walked in and went to the end of the row of dryers. But my comfort level took a hit when Deidre announced that my pants had coffee on them too and removed them, leaving me naked in the laundry room. She put them in the washing machine and started it. For a while she sat and read. I could see her eyes dart to the front of the room every once in a while like someone was coming in. That made me nervous. I could see her nipples pushing at the fabric of her shirt, so I knew she was turned on. My arousal was even harder, pardon the pun, to miss. When the washing machines finished, she moved all of our clothes to the dryers. Just as she started them I heard someone come into the laundry. I was about to panic. Deidre calmly walked to the front and was talking to whoever had come in. I was relieved when I heard them start a washing machine and leave. Deidre came back to where I was. "Oh that was so close," she said fondling my rock hard cock. "Mrs. Temple was five feet away from you baby. She might have kept walking in and saw this." She stroked my cock a few more times and then threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. Then she climbed onto a washing machine and flipped her skirt up. She had no panties on under her skirt. "Fuck me baby," she said. From where I stood I was able to thrust about half of my cock into her. After several minutes she threw her arms around my neck again and pulled herself onto me fully. She wrapped her legs around me and rocked her hips. I was able to start swinging my hips increasing the action between us. She was able to bounce and meet my thrusts, and the sound of our flesh slapping together was louder that the drone of the dryers. I could feel my orgasm building and increased my thrusting. Deidre in turn doubled her efforts and I realized she was about to cum herself. When the first waves hit her, she bit into my shoulder to muffle her scream. I felt her juices running down my balls and thighs as I grunted and shot my load deep inside her. Our thrusts slowed and we stood there coupled and sweaty. I kissed her throat and shoulders. She then locked her lips onto mine. Moments later the dryers began shutting off. She dismounted me and untied my wrists. She lovingly handed me a shirt and pants from the dryer. I kissed her again deeply. As we broke the kiss I heard Mrs. Temple say, "You two shouldn't do that in the public areas you know. The kids might run in here and see." Deidre and I shared a look, and I knew we were thinking the same thing. I thought "What would she have said if she'd been here five minutes earlier?" We don't do that in public very often, especially now that we have our son. But once in a while we find a babysitter and go have an adventure. Of course at home the nursery displaced the dungeon, but everything fit into our bedroom just fine. I don't know how my life would have turned out without Deidre, but I count myself as one of the luckiest men on the planet to have her. * * * * Rest in peace Slyc, you will be sorely missed.