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Saving Caitlin Ch. 01

By: MaddieKim



If you're looking for a 'stroke' story, this probably won't be for you. If you want lots of sex in every conceivable way, it may be better to go to any one of the other amazing stories by very talented Lit authors. There is very little of that kind of story here until later. If you hang around, your need for a sex fix will be satisfied. I do promise submissions will come fairly quickly. If you decide to stay, I hope you enjoy. All comments welcome. Maddie. 

I want to thank all of you who read The Cabin and sent me e-mails asking for another story. Saving Caitlin is dedicated to you.

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Part I 

A Going Away Surprise

"Well, Steve, didn't I tell you she was something? And she'll do anything I say," Carl said, waving his hand toward the center of the room. He was talking to the friend and co-worker who just arrived. "I thought we would play cards for awhile then, if you guys want, we can play with her."

Carl started to close the door and ask Steve if he wanted a beer when he saw two other cars pull up.

"I didn't really believe you had a girl here. Not a bad shape. She's got a lot of bruises on her. What'd you do, beat her?" Steve asked.

"The bitch needs it. Doesn't always do what I want. Lets her know who's boss, ya know," he said over his shoulder as he opened the door wide again. 

"Hey, Paul. Hey, Jon. Come on in." Like Steve, they were surprised Carl really had a 'slave'. 

Carl had her nude in the living room and they walked around her. Her hands were tied together, pulled above her head, and hooked to the ceiling eyebolt. There were clothespins on each nipple and her legs were spread apart by a broom handle tied to her ankles. He had a full-face hood with gag on her. 

"Hey, man, can we touch her?" Paul drooled.

"Sure. I'll have to untie her some anyway to take her downstairs. Do what you want. She's always got a wet pussy and she likes it rough."

Jon noted the cuts and bruises. Although he couldn't see her face, he was fairly sure she was young.

Paul was feeling her up and Steve was tugging on the clothespins. She was flinching and groaning. Jon was pretty sure they weren't groans of pleasure or even pleasure/pain. They sounded more like muffled screams of terror.

"Where did you get her?" 

"Picked her up hitchhiking. I told her it was dangerous to do that nowadays," Carl laughed. "Come on, let's go downstairs. The card table is set up and I got a fridge full of beer. Undo her legs, Paul, while you're down there checking out her pussy. Nice one, isn't it?" 

"Nice hood. Where'd you get it?" Jon was curious to where Carl might have gotten a hood of this quality when his house was basically a dump.

"I had to deliver a piece of equipment to Kingston today and stopped at the adult bookstore at the edge of town on the way back. Got it there. They've got a back room with some pretty neat stuff. The company will never know I shop on their time," he laughed again. 

"How long have you had her?" 

Jon watched Carl unhook the girl from the ceiling while Paul removed the broom handle. 

"Only a couple of weeks. I picked her up on my way home from work. I'd stopped at Charlie's Bar to pick up a cold six-pack. It was, um, a week ago Wednesday. No, Thursday. Yeah, a week ago last Thursday."

Nine days. Nine days of hell, if Jon was any judge of character.

"I asked her where she was going and she said California or some place out west. I told her I could take her part way. At first, I didn't think she was going to get in the car, but then she did.

"What are you going to do with her?"

"Keep her, at least 'til I get tired of her. She cleans good and gives great head."

Jon thought, 'If he doesn't kill you first, little girl', looking at the bruises. 

Carl pulled on the rope still tied around her wrists. Jon grabbed her arm when she almost fell down the steps to the basement and nearly fell himself when the touch of awareness was like an electric shock. Carl hadn't taken the mask off. God, what a jackass. She could have died right then and there. He's got this beautiful girl and he'll end up killing her. Jeez. Jon touched her arm again to help her down the stairs. There was no jolt this time, but he was sure he hadn't imagined the early buzz that sent a shiver up his arm.

When they got downstairs, Carl pulled her to the center of the room. He tied the end of the rope to another hook in one of the beams. He pulled on the clothespins and laughed. 

"Come on. Deal the cards. I feel lucky tonight. There's beer in the fridge. The winner gets the bitch first. Well, Jon, I told you I'd give you a good goin' away party. Didn't really believe I had a bitch, did ya? Maybe you can have first shot at her since it's your last day and all. Yeah, that's a good idea. Ya'll can come back anytime and have her," he laughed, nodding to Steve and Paul. He'd already had a couple of beers and it was showing in his speech. It was easy to tell he was excited about showing off the girl to his friends. 

Jon didn't consider Carl a friend. Their paths crossed at work, but that was all. This was the first time he had been to Carl's house. Carl worked in product delivery. Jon was a consultant, hired to update the company's computer system. They probably hadn't said more than a dozen words to each other, but Carl had gotten it in his head that they were friends when Jon taught his department how to track, enter, and retrieve delivery data. 

Jon got up often to get rounds of beer for his soon-to-be former co-workers. He poured seventy-five percent of his down the small sink in the corner as he pulled four beers out of the refrigerator. 

He watched the girl. Carl hadn't let her down all evening and he could tell she was having a hard time holding her weight up. Carl had secured her so only the balls of her feet touched the floor. The strain had rubbed her wrists raw. He wondered how long she had been tied before they arrived. He noted not only her wrists and the bruises, but saw that her ass was well marked...not that he didn't like a reddened bottom on occasion, but this was a bit extreme. He didn't like the look of one of the cuts on her leg. He also thought it was time to move this party to its conclusion.

"Hey, Carl, I want to see the girl spread. Is it okay if I take her down and put her on the bar?"

"Sure," Carl slurred.

Jon got up, untied the girl, and carried her to the table. She was so weak, she hardly struggled. 

"Okay if I take the pins off and have a taste?"

"Sure. Maybe we all need a taste. Ya know, kinda a little break. Whatta ya guys think?" Carl's speech was so garbled, it was hard to understand him. 

When Steve and Paul answered, their speech wasn't much better. No one noticed Jon wasn't that drunk. Jon also saw that they could barely walk straight. It was getting late and he didn't think they would last much longer. At least, he hoped they wouldn't. There were three of them, and even though they were drunk, the odds weren't good.

Jon looked again at Carl and his buddies, which he privately nick-named the three stooges. Paul even looked a little like Curly. Each was at least 10 years older than he, two to four inches shorter, and somewhere between twenty and forty pounds heavier. Carl reminded him of an old comedian his mom liked, whose name was George Carlin or something like that. Carl looked innocent and cuddly until you got to know him. 

Jon considered whispering to the girl that he would help her, but thought it would be better to keep that to himself. He would do what he could tonight. She wouldn't be able to hear through the mask anyway. Nice mask, he thought again, but he would like to see her face. Tomorrow, while Carl was at work, he'd come back. Thank God the plant had to work Saturday. He was thoughtful as he took one pin off and heard the muffled scream. He gently massaged her breast before the three now very drunk men gathered around the bar. He directed Steve's mouth to the free nipple and removed the other pin. 

It wasn't hard to see the clothespins had been on for a long time and that it hurt more to take them off than it did to leave them on. Her muffled screams proved he was right. If those clothespins were left on too long, her nipples would lose sensation. That would defeat the purpose of putting them on. Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

Paul put his face in her pussy. Carl lifted her head off the table and pulled up the lower part of the mask, letting the gag hang to one side. Without giving her time to acclimate, he shoved his cock in her mouth.

"Like I said, she gives good head," he mumbled, running his thumbs along her throat. 

When Carl started pushing on her windpipe, Jon thought, 'Shit, he's going to kill her right now in front of us'. He would have to do something. Just as he moved to stop him, Carl fell backwards on the couch and shot his load into the air. Jon exhaled. He looked at the other two; they weren't in any better shape. 

The girl was choking so Jon put her head back down on the table. He noted a nasty bruise on her cheek and jaw. What he could see of her face looked nice. He bent his head and tasted her nipple. Even though she was thin to the point of being skinny, she had nice, big nipples that hardened like new pencil erasers.

Half an hour later, he volunteered to drive Steve and Paul home. He watched Carl pull the girl's arms behind her around a post and tie them. Carl planned to just leave her in the basement since he had to work the next day. Carl was in such bad shape that he could hardly tie the knots and climb the stairs. Steve had been too drunk to even get his dick in her. Paul finally managed to shoot a load on her belly after spearing and pumping into her a couple of times. 

Jon thought she would probably be okay the rest of the night.

A New Master, a verbal agreement

He planned to make an earlier start, but after seeing the girl, he knew he had to get her first. He wanted to know what that spark of awareness was all about and he couldn't do anything until Carl left for work. At least Carl's house was secluded. Jon should be able to get in and out again without being seen. He pulled up to the corner in time to see Carl drive down the road.

"Got a headache, buddy? Hell, you should have a real doozy. If I had my way, you'd have more than a hangover. If you want a slave, you need to know how to treat her. Doesn't matter now, though, because she'll be mine in a few minutes." 

He gave Carl enough time to get to work. If he had forgotten anything, he would have returned by now. Jon parked his car out of sight in the alley and went to the back door. He was prepared to pick the lock when he found the door unlocked.

"Damn, Carl, you deserve to lose her. Shit, you really are a bastard. If you're going to leave her tied up, at least lock the door and protect her." 

Then he had a jolt of anxiety, thinking she might have escaped without his help. 

He quietly entered the house and checked it quickly. If Carl had brought her upstairs this morning, there was no evidence of it. He thought the bastard should have at least let her come up and use the bathroom. She was too thin. When had she last eaten? There was no indication Carl had brought her upstairs to eat, either. 

When he was satisfied no one was upstairs, he ventured down to the basement. The girl was tied in the same position Carl had left her in last night. The mask still covered half her face. She hadn't escaped on her own and Jon felt a bit guilty that he was glad about it. He shook his head as he walked over and touched her. She cried out and tried to cringe away. He lifted the flaps over her ears.

"It's okay. I was here last night. I'm going to get you out of here if you want to go." He got a cup of water and held it to her lips. "I'm going to ask you some questions before I take the mask off. I want you answer them as truthfully as you can. Were you hitchhiking when Carl picked you up?"

"Yes," she stuttered.

"Why were you hitching?"

"I wanted to go to California, and didn't have much money. I thought I could save some by hitchhiking," she sobbed. 

Jon could hardly understand her through the crying. She was terrified. Then he thought of something. 

"How old are you?" Jon would not get mixed up with an underage girl. He would get her out of this basement, but he wouldn't keep her if she was jail bait. 

Still sobbing, she whispered, "Nineteen."

Uhm, nineteen. Jon smiled. Old enough. 

"Shh. Calm down and listen to me. I'll help you. Here's the deal, little girl. The way I see it, you have three choices. One, you can stay here with Carl. You probably don't want to do that, but if you do, I'll walk out of here and forget I ever saw you.  

"Two, I get you out of here and leave you on the road to do whatever you want. Hitch again and take the chance of getting hooked up with another bastard who may be even worse than Carl. Who knows? Maybe Carl will leave work early and will pick you up again. Or three, let me get you out of here and you stay with me...for a while. I'll help you, try and get you back on your feet, eventually get you to where you want to go, and help you find a job. If you take the third choice and I help you, you'll be mine during that time. Okay?"

Her lip trembled and she started to cry again.

"Okay?"

"You'll hurt me, too?" she sobbed.

"No. At least, not like this. You'll be mine, but I won't ever put you though this. I can see the bruises and Carl talked about beating you more than once last night. Now either you decide to stay with me—willingly for one year—and be mine or I leave you here right now and go. Which is it?" 

"I...I'll go with you." 

What choice did she have really? If she stayed here, Carl would kill her sooner or later. She was so scared, but this man's voice was soothing and she took comfort in it. She thought going with him couldn't be any worse than what Carl had done to her. 

"Okay. I'm going to untie you and take the mask off. I'm going to fray one of the ropes so it will look like you got loose on your own. Then I'm going to take you upstairs. I want you to take a quick shower. We'll get your things and get out of here. Carl won't report you missing. It would be kind of hard to say the girl he kidnapped has disappeared, but I don't want to stay any longer than necessary." Jon chuckled, "I plied him with lots of beer last night and he could come home sick."

By the time he had finished talking to her, he had one rope frayed and the others off. He dropped the mask on the pile of ropes and scooped her up. He smiled at her and saw very beautiful, but very frightened gray eyes. The eyes were surrounded by a face that would also be very pretty once the bruises were gone. He noted the way she cringed when he picked her up. Carl had really done a number on her. She was like a beaten dog, cowering back each time she was touched. 

"Where are your things?"

"I don't know what he did with them. I don't have much. He never let me wear clothes. I had a black duffle bag when he picked me up and I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt." While she was able to answer, the sentences were jerky. He could hear the fear in her voice.

"I'll look for them while you shower. Hurry." 

Jon found the duffle bag in the bedroom closet. Jeans and a t-shirt were laying on top of the bag. A bra and ripped panties were on the floor. There was no dress in the bag so he brought clean t-shirt and jeans to the bathroom. She was just stepping out of the bath and flinched again when she saw him. He shook his head. The bruises seemed even more pronounced. 

"Shh, it's okay."

He handed her the clean clothes. He had stuffed the loose clothing into the duffle, leaving the panties on the floor for Carl. 

Jon reached out and took her hand. He could feel her quivering and see her fear, but he was more concerned with the way both wrists were rubbed raw. Without a word, he opened the medicine cabinet. He found a tube of antibiotic cream and gently rubbed some on the raw areas.

"Get dressed. When was the last time you had something to eat?"

"I," she paused, lip trembling, "yesterday when he had me make sandwiches. I snuck a piece of lunchmeat and some cheese."

"Hell and damnation, that bastard. I'll get you some food." She looked up when she realized he hadn't given her any underwear. He smiled. "No underwear. What's your name, by the way?"

"Caitlin," she whispered.

"Caitlin. Got a last name, Caitlin?"

"Cunningham."

"Caitlin Cunningham. Come on, Catie. My name is Jonathan DeMarco, by the way. When we are out in public, you'll call me Jon. When we're alone, you'll call me sir or master. Understand?"

"Yes," and quickly added "sir" when he raised his eyebrows. Another tear leaked out of the corner of one eye. Would he be any different than Carl, she wondered?

He certainly was better looking. Tall with thick, black hair and sexy, chocolate eyes with the longest eyelashes Catie had ever seen, Jon was everything Carl wasn't. His tight t-shirt and snug jeans showcased broad shoulders, biceps and abs, a tight ass, and muscled thighs. Catie already knew he was stronger than Carl. He had carried her up the stairs seemingly without any exertion. And yet, when he put medicine on her wrists, he was very careful not to hurt her. 

He smiled at her, picked up her bag, and told her to come with him. They left the house after Jon stopped to get a hunk of cheese, some sandwich beef, and bread. He already had soft drinks and water in a cooler. When he got to the car, he threw her bag in the back. Before letting her in the passenger side, he turned to her and gave her a gentle kiss. He felt her flinch. He rubbed her back and whispered in her ear that everything would be okay. She was so frightened, Jon wondered if he'd ever be able to get the fear out of those striking gray eyes.

"I'll never hurt you like he did, Catie. I may do things you won't like, but I'll never, ever hurt you. I'm on my way east to start another job, but I don't have to be there for three weeks. We'll take our time getting there. That'll give me some time to start your training. It'll also give you some time to heal. I don't like the sight of all those bruises on you. Carl was a fool. I would never have taken you if he was, er, treating you well." He couldn't say it was consensual. She wasn't really giving her consent to be with him. She only wanted to be away from Carl and who could blame her? "Carl deserves to lose what he thought was his property. He didn't even lock the door. Anyone could have come in and hurt you. Jesus. He had a sub like you and didn't even take care of you." Jon just shook his head and kissed her lightly again. 

She was like a cornered animal, so he spoke quietly but firmly.

"Your training starts now. You'll always do as I say. I'm going to tie your ankles, but not your hands while we drive. I'm not a master who's into humiliation. I don't go for that sort of thing. Sit." 

There was no mistaking the command in his voice. It should have frightened her, but he said it so calmly, she wasn't afraid. For the first time in months, she realized she wasn't afraid. When she was in the car, he reached down, loosely tied a soft rope around her ankles, and secured it under the seat. 

"Okay, that's good. I'm doing this, Catie, for two reasons. One, because I can, and two, because each time you try to move your feet, you'll remember that you belong to me now. On the way to our first stop, I'll tell you what I expect. You can tell me about yourself. Don't be nervous, Catie. Nothing could be as bad as what you've just been through, could it?" he continued softy.

"No." Her shuddering voice showed she was not totally convinced. 

He caressed her cheek with his fingers and wondered how long it would take before she stopped flinching at his touch.


Saving Caitlin Ch. 01



He gave her the food he had taken from Carl's fridge and handed her a bottle of water before he pulled out of the alley. There was no other traffic. Good. He didn't want anyone telling Carl they had seen him drive away from his house with a woman.

Jon received his BS by the age of twenty and a Masters a year later. He had been working in the computer industry ever since and several companies used his programs. At twenty-nine, he had a nice bank account. He had been in this town eight months and, after only a few weeks, he knew he wouldn't stay. Still, he may be asked to come back someday. The money on this project had been very, very good. He might be asked to update the programs to fit future needs. 

He was silent for the first thirty or forty miles, letting her eat and digest not only the food, but also what had happened so far. Her jeans were too big on her. Carl had not only abused her physically, but had been careless with her meals more than just this last day. After a while, he decided it was time to outline what he expected from her, explain his rules, and try to calm her fears.

"Catie, Carl was a fool and a sadistic bastard. Unfortunately, there are a lot of men like him. Do you know what BDSM is all about? What the bondage, domination, and submission lifestyle is like?"

She shrugged and haltingly whispered, "Where you tie someone up and beat them?"

He frowned. "Well, I guess it can be. There are as many ways to live this lifestyle as there are people who practice it. Carl wanted a slave. He was so excited about abducting you, he couldn't keep it to himself. He's a bastard and, as I said, there are a lot of men like him. He felt powerful and he bragged about having you. He wants to be part of the D/s lifestyle.

"I'm in that lifestyle, too, Catie, but I'm with the group that believes you take care of your submissive. If you're going to control someone's life, you're responsible for that person's well-being. You make sure she's fed, among other things. 

"When I tell you about my expectations for you, they will be my idea of this lifestyle. While I don't expect you to remember everything I'll tell you right now, I probably won't remember to tell you everything I expect from you either. I will promise you this—if I have forgotten to tell you something, and you don't do something the way I want it done, I won't discipline you for it. You'll only be disciplined for doing wrong when you've been told the correct way and you don't do it. 

"For example, let's say I've told you I only want the pink towels on the first towel bar and you put out the blue ones. That would be a punishable offense. But if I hadn't told you what color to put out, then I would not discipline you. Understand?"

She slowly nodded her head, but the look on her face was priceless. "Pink towels," she mumbled. 

Jon laughed. "I don't give a shit about the color of the towels, Catie. That was just an example off the top of my head. The thing is, you do what I tell you and how I tell you. That's really the only rule you have to remember. Do what I say when I say it. 

"As I said earlier, you'll call me Jon when we're in public and sir or master when we're alone. Never wear underwear unless, for some reason, I've given them to you to wear. I want easy access. You'll be allowed to wear what you want at home when I'm not there. If we go out, I'll either choose what I want you to wear, or you'll have me okay what you've chosen. I like dresses or skirts, but we'll see how it goes. 

"I really like the length of your hair so it won't be cut, but anything you do to it will have to be okayed by me first. I do think it would be prettier if it were a little lighter, less brown or some highlights in it. Would you be opposed to having it lightened some?" 

He would let her think she would be making some of the decisions. It would help put her ease a little, help her trust a little. He knew in the end she would have it lightened and soon. 

"I guess not." She had always wanted it lighter herself. 

He smiled again at her confusion. Last night, he had seen her matted brown hair under the hood. It didn't look dirty, just dull. She had washed it in the shower, towel-dried it, and ran a comb through it. It was just a shade or two darker than he eventually wanted it. It had a dull tone, probably from lack of conditioner and a balanced diet.

"In the next week or so, I'll write up a contract that will include what I expect of you and my responsibilities toward you. You'll have some input and I'll respect your concerns, but the final contract will be approved by me." He was thoughtful for a few minutes, then said, "Tell me about yourself and how you found yourself in Carl's possession."

Quietly, she told him that her life had been pretty normal until she was fifteen. Her father died and her mom kind of fell apart. A year and a half ago, when she was almost eighteen, her mom married a man named Larry. Her brother, three years older, had left the day after graduating from high school. She said he hardly ever called and never came back after her mother remarried. Her stepfather was a monster. He drank and he was abusive. 

One night, a few weeks before she graduated, he came home drunk and raped her while her mom was at work. She remembered screaming and then nothing. She woke up on the floor, curled in a ball with blood on and around her. Catie told Jon she had told her mom, but her mom didn't believe her. Her mom said she was just jealous because she had found a man to love her. Catie said she stayed out of Larry's way after that. She wanted to finish high school before she left, then like her brother, she left as soon as she graduated. 

She went to Kentucky and found a job as a waitress. She stayed with a girl she'd met at the diner. The diner closed about a month ago and she decided to move on. She got to Illinois by hitchhiking with different truckers before Carl picked her up. Catie told Jon that Carl seemed like such a nice man when he picked her up, even telling her that it was dangerous to hitchhike. 

She told him Carl had raped her nearly every night. He would choke her until she passed out. He liked to hit her, tell her not to cry, then hit her until she did. As she related the story, each word came out with a hitch, halt, or a catch. She flinched if she thought he was going to touch her. She was sobbing by the time she finished.

"You've had it rough, baby girl. I'll never hurt you like Carl did. I may do some things you won't like, but I'll never hurt you like Carl did," he repeated. He trailed his fingers across the bruise on her face. "I'll never hit you in the face, I promise." She flinched slightly, but she didn't cower as much. 

She looked at him cautiously. "But you'll hit me other places?"

"It's possible, but not like he did. If I have to discipline you, I'll most likely use a paddle because you've disobeyed or done something wrong. I won't leave bruises, at least not where you can see them. I may redden your ass from time to time," he said with a sexy smile, "but that'll be for a different purpose, which I'll explain the first time I do it. You look tired. Why don't you let the seat down and try to catch a nap. I want to get a few more hours on the road before we stop for lunch."

She hesitated only a moment, then said 'yes, sir', put the seat down and tried to sleep.

"Very good, Catie, very good," he whispered.

~*~*~

He drove another three hours before he pulled off the road and untied her feet. 

"We are going to get gas. I'm sure you need to use the restroom. Don't disappoint me, Catie, by trying to escape or telling someone I'm holding you against your will. Remember your promise and that you're with me willingly." 

When they stopped, she never even considered trying to escape. She was still too fearful. If he caught her, no matter what he'd said, he'd probably beat her like Carl did those first few days when she tried to get away. 

Jon was cautious, but decided not to test her again by eating inside a restaurant. Instead, he drove through the drive-thru and got fast food for lunch. He knew he wouldn't stop her, but he hoped there was still enough fear from her experience with Carl that she wouldn't run. He needed time for her to want to stay. He knew soon she would realize she really was free. He didn't retie her ankles after they got gas. They would be on the road several more hours, a long time to stay in one position and she had already been restrained for over three hours. 

They were back on the road less than twenty minutes after getting gas and food. He headed toward a motel he had seen in a flyer. He had planned to stay there for a couple of days even before he had been invited to Carl's. He wanted to unwind from this job and finish a small contract program before starting his new job. The motel, with secluded cabins around a picturesque lake, seemed perfect for this new situation. Six hours later, he checked them in as a married couple. 

Jon enjoyed sex and once he was in college, he never wanted for a soft body in his bed...if he wanted one there. Later, when he embraced this lifestyle, there had never been someone he wanted to keep. He couldn't explain, even to himself, the need he had to control and dominate a woman, but not just any woman. He had dated many women he didn't feel the need to dominate but then, he hadn't wanted to keep any of them.

He knew if he found that special person people always talk about, it would have to be a D/s kind of relationship...at least when it came to sex. Was Catie what he was waiting for? Probably not for the long haul, but for a year? He could work with that. He couldn't picture himself in a 'forever' relationship right now, maybe never. He could picture her as a test run, though. 

Slave Training Starts

"Lie in the center of the bed, Caitlin. Spread your arms and legs out to the corners. Don't be afraid, little girl. I have to get some food and run a few errands before it gets any later. You're too new a possession to leave unattended, sweet. Now do as I say. I won't be gone long."

He had requested one of the more secluded cabins in the woods near the lake. It was everything the flyer described, very pretty and isolated. It reminded him of another cabin in the woods, the one they would be going to in a day or so. He used his portable restraints, being very careful with her wrists by wrapping them first with washcloths. He kissed her, then put a ball gag in her mouth.

"You're very pretty, Caitlin. I can't understand why that asshole would want to bruise you. I, myself, can't understand why anyone would want to see these unsightly marks, especially on your face. Don't pull on the restraints. I don't want your wrists hurt any more than they are already."

His fingers caressed her face where Carl had hit her just yesterday afternoon and bent to brush a light kiss there.

"I'll be back soon, baby."

He switched on the TV for her. He turned to leave, then turned back and flicked the bedspread over her. He bent down one more time and kissed her on the forehead. As he closed the door, he hung the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the doorknob.

Caitlin tried not to panic when he closed the door behind him. She tried not to think what would happen to her if he had an accident or something. She tried not to think at all.

Jon's first stop was a little shop he'd noticed on the main street in the small town. Not lingering, he quickly purchased two sundresses. Next, he stopped at the grocery store and got antibiotic cream, body lotion, deodorant, hair scrunchies, a cute rhinestone-studded dog collar, orange juice, donuts, lunchmeat and bread. He made two calls on his cell phone. His last stop was the pizza parlor.

At the cabin, he carried in the shopping bags and pizza, and opened two cans of soda before untying her and removing her gag. He pulled her in his arms. She still flinched, but he could tell she was trying to control it. 

"I think going to Carl's last night was my lucky night. I wasn't going to go until he said he had a slave we could all use. I couldn't believe someone like him had a sub, so I wanted to see. I should have known he didn't know what he was doing."

Again he thought what a bastard Carl had been to her. Jon knew, without a doubt, that Carl would have killed her, either accidentally or on purpose within a month or two.

"But as soon as I saw you, not even being able to see your face properly, I knew I had to have you. Yes, going to Carl's was my lucky day."

She didn't know why she felt comforted or protected or safe, but she did. She was still afraid, but she knew she would do whatever he wanted.

"Come on, let's eat."

They ate the pizza out of the box and he was able to get her to laugh a couple of times. After they finished eating, he just held her in his arms for a while. He wanted her to get used to his touch without flinching or cringing.

"Caitlin, take off your clothes."

She looked at him with apprehension, but did as he asked when he just stared at her. He kissed her forehead after she slipped out of her jeans and pulled her t-shirt over her head. He could see the fear in her eyes like a flashing neon sign.

"I am proud of you. I know you're scared, probably worried, and maybe even a bit confused, but you're doing exactly as I ask, Caitlin. I want you to feel comfortable when you're naked in front of me. I thought it best for you to know that right away since you'll be naked a lot. So even though this is the first night we're together, I want this to be your first lesson.

"From this moment until the end of our contract, nothing of yours is yours anymore, not even your body. Your body now belongs to me. Remember this lesson. Nothing is yours anymore. It's mine. My lips, my tits, my cunt." His fingers touched her lips, breasts, and vulva as he mentioned them. "Understand?"

"Yes, master," she whispered cautiously.

"I want you to take a shower. Since I rushed you this morning, I thought you might like to take a more leisurely one now. I got moisturizing soap and some shampoo for you. Later, you can pick out the brand you like if you want something different. Okay?"

"Yes, master."

"You're doing fine, Catie." He shook his head. After what she had been through, she was doing amazingly well.

"Did you ever think about going to college, Catie, or what you wanted to do with the rest of your life before your dad died or before your mom remarried?"

"When daddy was still alive, I didn't think much about the future. After he died and mom married Larry, I just thought about the day I could leave."

"Besides your training, college is something we can think about during the next few months. Maybe you can take a few courses to see if it's something you might like."

She seemed shocked when he talked about her going to college. He just grinned.

"Catie, I'm not going to have intercourse with you for a few days. I want to know you're not hurt inside from what Carl did to you. And until I get you on some kind of birth control, I'll use a condom when I'm inside you. I don't suppose you're on any kind of birth control right now, are you?"

"No."

"I didn't think so. I'm going to take you to a friend, a doctor friend I know. He will check you out, make sure you're okay, and get you on some birth control." And make sure you're not pregnant or infected with any STDs, he thought. "I'll use a condom until we know the birth control is effective. After that, I won't. Ultimately, you're here for my enjoyment and I don't enjoy sex with a blanket wrapped around my manhood."

Catie smiled, maybe the first real smile in the last month.

"Go take your shower or bath now, whatever you want. Take all the time you want, then come back to me."

Christ, he wanted her, but he wouldn't hurt her. She still cringed involuntarily every time he touched her. She needed to trust him and he wanted a signed contract before he took her. He grew hard just thinking about her in the shower only a few feet away. Christ. It had been a long time since he had felt this kind of need after knowing someone for such a short time. Hell, he didn't think he'd ever felt like this for any girl, no matter how long he'd known her.

After cleaning up dinner, he sat down at the small table, opened up his laptop, and started writing up a Master/slave contract.

Just when he didn't think she'd come out of the bathroom unless he went in and got her, she walked into the room with the towel wrapped around her. He locked eyes with her and shook his head slowly. She reluctantly let the towel drop.

"That's better. Come here, Caitlin. I going to rub some of this moisturizer on you and check out those bruises."

He sat of the side of the bed and pulled her between his legs. He squirted a liberal amount of aloe lotion on his palm, started at her shoulders, and worked down. He paid close attention to every bruise and cut, using antibiotic cream instead of the lotion. He asked Catie how and when she got each one.

"What a bastard," he hissed when he noticed the cut under her right breast on the tender swell. "I didn't get you out of there a minute too soon." When he felt a drop of wetness on his hand, he looked up. Tears were flowing from her eyes. "Oh, baby." He pulled her into his lap and rocked her, gently brushing his lips across her temple. He stood her back up. "Come on, sweetheart, let me finish putting this lotion on.

"Caitlin, I'm going to start your training right now. There are several positions my slave must know and do immediately upon command. You'll usually take a position only when I command it. I'm going to show you two tonight. They are probably the two most basic positions a slave is commanded to take.

"The first I'm going to call 'Attend'. Whenever I say 'Attend', you will immediately and without hesitation, take that position. It is the standing submissive position. If you're dressed, you will, as quickly as possible, remove your clothing, fold everything neatly, lay them aside, and stand facing me with you arms behind your back." Jon gently turned her so that her back was to him while still standing between his knees. He gently crossed her arms behind her back, telling her to hold the opposite elbow, and turned her gently back to face him.

"Caitlin, arch your back slightly. Yes, that's good. I want your nipples displayed just like this. Now spread your feet about two feet apart." He spread his own knees farther apart to give her room. "While in this position, Caitlin, you will always keep your face lowered and your eyes downcast unless I command you to look at me. Do you understand?"

"Yes," was her whispered reply.

"What?"

"Yes," she repeated haltingly then remembered. "Yes, master."

"Good. Now Caitlin, I want you to take this position right there." 

He pointed to a place about three feet from the small table. He moved back to his chair and typed for about thirty minutes into his laptop. Occasionally he would look up and scan her posture. He had not told her not to speak, but somehow she knew she wasn't supposed to and, therefore, didn't. He noted her nervousness, but did nothing to soothe her. She must learn that he had command of her body. He felt it would be easier to set the code of behavior immediately so there would be no confusion later.

"You've done well, Caitlin. Some masters prefer that a slave, while in this position, lock her hands behind her head. I prefer them to be behind your back. Unless I've told you differently, you'll put them just like they are now."

Jon snagged a pillow off the bed and dropped it on the floor closer to his chair.

"The second position is 'Kneel', which is just like the one you're in now except you are kneeling. Kneel on the pillow for me, Caitlin."

After she was in the kneeling position, Jon continued. "I would like you to practice going from a standing position to a kneeling one more gracefully, but you've done well. Spread your knees farther apart. Yes, that's the way. Your buttocks should sit on your heels. Head and eyes down, back arched."




Saving Caitlin Ch. 01



He reached out to caress her breast. She gasped and pulled back. He didn't scold her, but put his hand on her back, arched it, and gently nudged her head down. Then he once again reached out to caress her breast. Her fear was like a heavy mist permeating the air, but he knew it was best to let her know exactly what he expected from the very beginning. He wanted no misunderstanding later.

"I want you to practice going from the 'Kneel' position to the 'Attend' position and back to the 'Kneel' position. It will help that you're young and agile. The movement from kneeling to standing and back again should be smooth and fluid. I'm going to work on the laptop for a while. I want you to practice. Why don't you go over there where there's a bit more room?" Jon pointed to the corner across from the bed on the other side of the room.

He worked for more than twenty minutes, watching her out of the corner of his eye. After a few times standing and kneeling, she was able to do it with a great deal more grace then the first time. He could also see she was getting tired. He shut the computer down and closed it up.

"Come here, Caitlin, and kneel."

Her face was a bit flushed, but the little bit of calm she found while practicing was replaced by fear as she did as she was told.

"Most slaves wear symbols of their master's ownership. The most common is a collar, but other symbols could be a ring, a tattoo, or even perhaps a branding. You agreed to become my submissive this morning when I rescued you from Carl. Is that true?"

"Yes, master."

He pulled the dog collar out of one of the shopping bags and showed it to her.

"As a symbol of your submission to me, you will wear this collar to signify that you are mine. It is also a symbol of my promise to take care of you. You will not take it off except to bathe unless I tell you. I will get you a more suitable one when we're settled or if we happen to pass some place that sells them. This is called 'collaring'," he said as he buckled the collar around her neck. "You will wear this collar or a more suitable one for the next year.

"Now it's been a long day and I'm tired. I'm sure you are, too. If you need to go to the bathroom, go do it, then get into bed."

He could see she was so apprehensive that she could barely rise from her kneeling position, but she obeyed silently. When she came out of the bathroom, he went in. When he came out, she was sitting on the bed.

"I told you to get into bed, Caitlin."

"Master?"

"Yes, you may speak."

"Can I wear a nightgown or something, a t-shirt maybe?"

"No. You'll sleep in the nude while you're with me, Caitlin. In consideration of the hell you went through with Carl, I'll keep my underwear on for a night or two. Would that suit you?"

"I have no other choice?" she whispered.

"You don't," Jon said, a little more sternly than he intended by the way she flinched.

They got into bed and he wanted to pull her close, but thought he'd give her a couple more days. He could feel her trepidation, but her breathing soon evened out and he sensed she had fallen asleep. He thought about the events of the day and the beginning of her training. He was well satisfied so far and fell asleep not long after she did.

When he awoke, he was surprised at how well he had slept. He smiled when he saw Catie had barely moved from her side of the bed. If she were any closer to the edge, she'd fall off. He eased out of bed, picked up his duffle bag, and went to the bathroom. When he came out, she was beginning to wake up.

"Good morning."

Her smile was timid with a good bit of apprehension. "Good morning, master."

"Why don't you call me 'sir' unless we're in a scene." He saw her confusion and added, "I'll explain what a scene, situation, or action is later. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, it was wonderful." Her cheeks turned bright red and he knew she was thinking she slept so well because no one raped her. 

"I got donuts and juice yesterday. Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

"Yes...sir."

He pulled his robe out of his bag and handed it to her. "Here, you can wear this while we eat. Do you have a toothbrush?"

"Oh. I forgot back at—"

"That's okay. I've got one that's never been used." He searched though his bag and handed her a plastic wrapped toothbrush with a dentist's name on it. "Here, you can have this one. Do you drink coffee?"

"Not really."

"Not really? What does that mean?"

She blushed. "I never learned to like it."

"Well, it's a good thing I got some juice then, isn't it?" 

She was holding the robe in front of her like a shield.

"Go on now. I'll get the donuts out. You do like donuts, don't you?"

"Oh, yes."

"Good because one of our first goals is to get some weight on you."

When she came back to the room, the sleep was washed away from her face, her hair was combed, and he could tell she had made use of the toothbrush. He made a half pot of coffee with the complimentary sample in the basket given to him when he checked in. The fragrance of the brewed coffee seemed to make the cabin homier.

"Thank you for letting me, you know, er, clean up, sir."

"You mean right now or last night?"

"Both. He didn't always remember to let me go to the bathroom in the mornings," she said quietly. A tear rolled down her cheek.

Jon held out his hand and she cautiously came to him. He brushed away the tear and kissed the top of her head. He led her to the table, pulled out a chair for her, and took the other one. He had poured himself a cup of coffee and a glass of juice for her. He took out a cake donut and handed her the bag, chuckling when she pulled out a Bavarian cream.

"They're my favorite."

"I had a feeling you'd be a Bavarian cream girl when I first saw you. Tell me what other kinds of food you like."

She shrugged her shoulders. "I like most anything, but I'm not fond of vegetables."

He laughed. "Vegetables are good for you."

"I like corn and peas and cauliflower."

"Well, that's a start. We'll stay here today and just get to know one another. Don't go pale, Catie. I'm not going to beat or rape you. When we do have sex, I'll be gentle. I won't hurt you like Carl did."

Her head was lowered and she didn't look up, so he continued telling her more about what he would expect from her. He explained scenes, using yesterday as an example when he tied her before he went to the store. He also explained that a scene may include restraining her with cuffs or belts as well as ropes. Later he would show her other positions he would expect her to take if commanded. He talked about ways he might use her and what he might do while in a specific scene. He explained about safe words and she would use the most common ones—red, yellow, green.

He told her that, during this year, he would have only one slave—her—and, unlike Carl, he didn't share. He told her it was not uncommon for Masters to share their subs, but he didn't. She would be given to no one. He smiled when he saw the relief in her face. He took a chance and caressed her cheek with his fingers. She flinched only slightly.

He told her again he would not punish her for something that was out of her control, but if she needed discipline, he would not hesitate to give it. It would be well for her to remember that. He fed her more donuts and juice until she said she couldn't eat anymore. And then he said, 'Attend'. Her breath caught and she hesitated before rising. She removed the robe, folded it and put it on the bed, and took the position he taught her last night.

"Good girl. You only hesitated for a moment, but I'm willing to overlook it today. Come here and stand between my legs."

He took the antibiotic cream from the table where he had put it the night before and opened the cap. She visibly relaxed when she saw what he was going to do. As embarrassing as it was to stand naked before him, he still had not hurt her as Carl had done. 

"I know that, although you've been naked for nearly, what, two weeks, it's still hard for you to be naked in front of me. Soon it won't be so difficult and you'll get used to it. You're a very pretty girl, Caitlin. When these cuts and bruises heal, you'll be even more so. Enjoy the fact I like to see you naked. But, Caitlin, I'm also going to be touching you whenever I feel like it. I won't hurt you so you've got to relax and try to stop flinching whenever I do. I'm not Carl. Okay?"

"I'll try, sir."

He put the cream on all the cuts as he had the night before. She turned a bright pink as he lifted her breast to get the one on the tender underside.

"Put your hand on my shoulder for balance and put this foot," he tapped her thigh, "on my chair." She lifted her foot to the chair so he could get to the cut on her leg. Before he let her put her foot down, he ran his hand up her leg to the inside of her thigh. He stopped just short of her crotch. He felt every muscle and tendon tighten.

"Relax," he whispered and she seemed to try. He massaged her thigh until her breathing evened. Then he took a pillow from the bed as he had last night and dropped it on the floor. 

"Good girl. Kneel for me, Caitlin."

She put her arms behind her back and knelt gracefully. He watched her for a few minutes, then opened his laptop and typed a few minutes before turning his attention back to her.

"This bruise on your ribs here seems to be the worst one. Does it hurt when I touch it?"

"Only a little, sir."

"Probably no broken ribs then. Hell, I can't believe he'd leave these kinds of marks on you."

He had her stay in the kneeling position for about fifteen minutes as he entered a few more notes. Then he touched her hair, caressing it with his hand. She held very still. He moved his hand to her cheek and outlined her jaw with one finger.

"This bruise on your cheek isn't as bad as it looked last night. Did he do it Friday?"

"He hit me before you and the others came, sir."

He let his finger linger on her cheek before tracing a vein down her neck. She inhaled sharply and nearly cringed before stopping herself. He noted the reaction and stopped to finger the rhinestone collar.

"Does wearing the collar bother you?"

"No. No, not as much as I thought it would. I was kind of afraid to sleep in it, but it didn't bother me once I got use to it, sir. It's kind of like a necklace and I've seen other girls wear similar things."

"It seems to be the fashion with teenagers right now. Most probably have no idea about a real slave collar. If wearing it doesn't bother you, why did you react when I touched your neck?"

"I thought you were going to choke me," she whispered.

"Choke you?" he asked astonished.

She nodded.

"Did Carl choke you?" he asked, then thought of how Carl had begun to press her throat before falling on the couch.

She nodded again as tears slid to her cheek.

"I saw him run his thumbs over your neck on Friday. Did he do that often?" He remembered her telling him something in the car about Carl choking her.

She nodded again.

"Like that night or worse?"

"Worse. Sometimes I would pass out. I thought he would kill me." She was visibly shaking.

"Hell. Catie, I promise you I will never, ever choke you or impede your breathing in any way." There would be no breath play ever. Jon had always thought that was terribly dangerous.

He gently caressed her shoulders, but she couldn't calm down and began sobbing. Jon lifted her to his lap, gently caressed her, and whispered to her until her sobs stopped. He gave her a few more minutes, then told her to kneel again. When she did, he slid his finger over her collarbone, then gently made his way to her breast. Her breathing became a bit ragged and he knew it was caused by fear instead of sexual excitement. One day, he would be able to simply touch her nipple with a fingertip; it would grow and harden for him, and she would become aroused. 

But not today.

He would like to suckle her pert little tits, but didn't want to rush it. He wanted, needed, to gain her trust first. He really wasn't sure why that was so important to him. He reached out with his left hand to her other breast. He took each of her nipples, gently rolling them between his forefingers and thumbs. He continued to caress and fondle her breasts until he could feel her beginning to relax, if only slightly. And, although her nipples hardened as they had at Carl's, he knew it was only in response to his manipulations and not arousal. One day, he would arouse her with a look, a word, or a touch.

"We slept rather late, but that's what vacations are for—sleeping late and fooling around." He laughed at her reaction.

"It's okay Catie. We've not going to fool around like that for awhile. I've got something for you." He reached into one of the shopping bags and brought out one of the sundresses. "Why don't you put this on and see how it fits."

He felt a swell of pride when she was so obviously surprised at the gift. When she thanked him for the dress, there were tears in her eyes. She slipped it on and he pulled the tags off.

"A bit big, but once you've gained a little weight, it'll fit better. Do you like it?"

"Oh, yes. It even goes nicely with the necklace. The colors match. Thank you, sir."

"Collar, Caitlin. It's not a necklace, although others might perceive it as one. As a slave, you need to know the difference. A collar is a sign you belong to someone. You belong to me." He gave her a moment to digest that and remember last night's conversation. "I thought we would explore the woods and walk around the lake. I was going to take your collar off, but since it matches your dress so nicely, and, as you've pointed out, other girls wear collars like this, I don't think I will. I like it. And it'll help you remember who and what you are while you're still learning."

They enjoyed the peacefulness of the woods and lake for the rest of the day. She seemed to relax by degrees as the day went on. He would have liked to take her in the woods or have her go down on him, but held back, knowing his decision not to take her until she trusted him a bit more was the right one. He wanted to wait until she had seen the doctor, too.

They picked up a late lunch at the deli in town and ate in the park by the school. He had no fear that she would try to escape now. After they got back from town, he had her strip and again tied her to the bed. He wanted her to get used to it, and for him, there was the pleasure of seeing her bound. When she relaxed, he proceeded to tease her mercilessly until she begged him to stop. Laughing, he continued to run his finger up and down the instep of her foot. He found she was very ticklish there.

"Caitlin, you must remember to call me master when you're asking for something, like wanting me to stop teasing you. You must call me master especially when we're in a scene. Remember when I explained a scene? Well, this is a scene, a situation, an action where you are totally at my mercy. I can do anything I want to you. When we're in a scene, you'll call me 'master' or be disciplined. Understand?"

"Yes, master."

"Good girl. I'm going to release you now. If you want to watch some TV, keep the volume down. Stay naked though. I'm going to work for a while. I've got a contract for a program I'd like to finish before I start my new job."

He worked on the private commission program for several hours, and on the M/s contract, adding items as he thought of them. Later he talked to her more about his expectations and the limits he would voluntarily abide by because he didn't have a taste for such things.

"Do you know what 'water sports' and 'scat' mean in the D/s lifestyle?"

"No, master."

"'Water sports' is another term for urination and 'scat' is shit."

He heard her gasp. He was relieved that Carl had not played that way with her, but couldn't hide his smile at her shock when the terms were explained.

After she bathed that evening, he again put antibiotic cream on the cuts. Dinner was sandwiches made from the groceries he purchased the previous day.

He taught her two more positions, both on the bed. One position was 'Spread Open', where she lay on her back, hooking her arms under her knees, pulling them up as far and wide as she could. The second position was 'Dog' and she was on her hands and knees. She was terribly embarrassed with the 'Spread Open' command, especially when he stood at the foot of the bed facing her in this very erotic position. She even closed her eyes tightly, not opening them until he commanded that she look at him.

Someday he thought, when she wasn't feeling so humiliated, so self-conscious, she would recognize how much this position affected him, that she had power over him too. But he knew that wouldn't happen for a while either.

They slept much as they had the first night, but she was more relaxed. He didn't think she'd fall out of bed with the slightest provocation this time. She was accepting his touch easier, even slight sexual caresses, and he felt they had made great progress. 

The next day they left to visit the doctor.



Saving Caitlin Ch. 02



Part II

The examination

"I want you to make sure she isn't pregnant. I don't want her to have to live with that. He was such a bastard to her."

"I've already had her give my nurse a urine sample and we should know the results in just a few minutes. I'm going in now to give her a complete exam."

"I'm going with you."

"Now, Jon, why don't you just relax here in the waiting room? She'll probably be more comfortable with you out here."

"No, I'm going in. I think she'll be more secure with me. You don't know everything that bastard did to her. She's beginning to trust me. She'll be more at ease with me than with your nurse."

Jon followed Doc Kerry into the examination room. He met the elderly doctor more than ten years ago and knew he could bring an injured slave here without anyone calling the police. Although he was not responsible for the cuts and bruises on Cate, there would be too many questions from another doctor that would be hard to explain. Jon walked to the table where Cate lay quietly. She smiled shyly and held her hand out to him. It was Monday morning and she had come a long way in just a few days.

The examination that followed was very complete and, at times, a bit painful. The doctor asked about the bruises and cuts. 

"I'm going to give you penicillin and some ointment for these cuts," he said as he examined the cut under Caitlin's breast and the one on her leg. 

"I got some over-the-counter antibiotic cream Saturday and put it on her several times."

"That's good, but this will be prescription strength. It'll be stronger and help her heal faster. Put it on three or four times a day. It'll promote healing, not only here," he added as he lifted the breast again, looking at Jon, "but also for all the little cuts and nicks. The penicillin will ward off infection while she's healing. How did this happen?" He looked at Caitlin while indicating the cut under her breast.

"I don't know."

"Don't know?"

"Sometimes he pressed on her windpipe until she passed out," Jon hissed.

"Good grief."

After shaking his head, the doctor continued to poke and prod. He was concerned about the bruise on her ribs and examined it thoroughly until he was satisfied nothing was broken. He inserted a speculum, took a swab from her vagina, and a scrape from her womb. The tissue scrape was painful and brought tears to Caitlin's eyes as she squeezed Jon's hand. The doctor promised to send Jon the results of all tests.

"Do you want her pierced while you're here?" the doctor said as he lightly touched her clitoris hood.

Caitlin's eyes went wide, but Jon smiled and rubbed his thumb over the inside of her wrist.

"No. I don't think we're ready for that."

"If you change your mind, bring her back. I'll be glad to do it." He ran his hand down her thigh. "You got a nice little bitch girl here, Jon," speaking to Jon as if she were a puppy.

Jon squeezed her hand and said, "I know."

The doctor told her to dress and motioned for Jon to follow him. He closed the door to his office and asked Jon to sit down.

"She's not pregnant, Jon. I'm not sure she'll ever be able to get pregnant. There's some scar tissue around her uterus, but it's okay to have sex if you're not too rough. It would probably be better to wait a couple more days to give the antibiotic time to start working. She's healing nicely, but give her another week or so to heal inside completely before you, er, stick anything inside her besides your penis."

"You mean a vibrator?"

"I was thinking of something bigger."

"What? You mean a baseball bat or something?"

"Well, that too. But I was thinking more of a fist."

"Oh." Jon wasn't into fisting so that wouldn't be a problem. He looked down at his hands. He had large hands. Lots of people were amazed that he could keyboard so fast with such large hands. He made one into a fist and it looked huge compared to her little opening. "I'm not into fisting. I can't imagine not tearing her apart if I tried so fisting will not be a problem."

"Well, just in case, I thought I'd caution you. Some of the damage is older than a few weeks. Oh, quite a bit of the bruising is new in the vaginal area, but my guess is the stepfather did more than rape her. He may have used something like a bottle on her or he was just very, very rough. If she was a virgin, well, it could have been bad. 

"She has a rather small pelvic area, and if her stepfather was an exceptionally large man and didn't give her time to adjust, he could have hurt her. She may have gotten an infection, but something has caused some damage. It's cleared up, leaving only some scar tissue now, so nothing needs to be removed at least for now. I'm almost certain there's no STD either, but that will be confirmed by the end of the week with the blood test. She was quite scared of the needle and didn't like me taking blood."

"I know. I thought she would squeeze my fingers off."

The doctor chuckled. "She'll be quite pretty when the bruises heal. Several are just faint shadows already. I'll let you know as soon as I have the test results. The prescription for birth control will last for a year, then she'll need an annual check-up before getting a new supply. It'll take about a month for the pills to become effective. I'll give you some samples to get you started. While I don't think it's possible right now for her to become pregnant, she wouldn't be the first to surprise a doctor and do exactly what he didn't think she could do. Oh, and it would be nice to get a little more weight on her."

"I'm working on it. Thanks, Doc."

"If you take her ass, wait at least a month and lube her well. There's damage there, too...more recently...some tearing, but nothing that won't heal in time. Probably your friend Carl didn't take time to prepare her."

Jon collected the sample of birth control, a pack of antibiotic tablets, and a tube of antibiotic cream. He also left with $285.00 less in his bank account.

Caitlin was subdued when they left the doctor's office. Jon tried to reassure her that the checkup went well, soon her stepfather and Carl would be nothing but a bad memory, and he was very pleased with her behavior.

~*~*~

Five hours later, they were standing in another log cabin in the woods outside of another small town. This cabin was bigger, almost lodge size, and belonged to Jon's friend. He had been there several times before, but never with a sub. He pulled her to him in a hug, closed his eyes, and kissed the top of her head. She didn't have time to flinch.

"Catie, are you alright? You haven't said twenty words since your examination. The doctor said you were okay. Everything is healing."

She looked up at him and gave him a weak smile. "I'm okay, sir, maybe just a little tired."

Jon looked her over, then ran his hands up and down her arms.

"Okay. Let's have a light supper and go to bed early tonight. We were on the road a long time. There's probably some soup in the kitchen cabinet. Why don't you heat it up while I get our luggage out of the car?"

An hour later, he had her strip and get in to bed before he turned out the lights. Sliding in behind her, he pulled her into the crook of his body. They fit well together, he mused. This was the first night he had held her while going to sleep, but she was accepting his touch now with only the slightest tensing before calming.

~*~*~

When Caitlin woke, she was alone in bed. Except when he went to the store the first day, Jon had been no more than a few feet from her for three days. It seemed strange to be alone, then she smelled the coffee. Jon was making breakfast.

She got out of bed, made a trip to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and slipped on the sundress. She wasn't sure what he wanted her to wear, but he had her wear the other sundress almost all day yesterday, so she hoped she'd be safe in putting the other new one on. The material was soft and clingy.

When she came out of the bathroom, Jon was leaning against the bedroom doorjamb. He had taken her by surprise and her eyes widened, fear passing through them, before she quickly controlled herself and dropped to her knees in a graceful kneel.

"Good morning, sir. I didn't hear you. I'm sorry. If this isn't what you want me to wear, I'll change."

Jon walked over to her, held his hand down for her to take, and pulled her to her feet.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Catie, and this dress is fine. It looks very nice on you, even though it's a bit too big. We still need to put some weight on you. I wonder how much weight you lost while you were with Carl."

"If the scales at the doctor's and the one at mom's are the same, I've lost about ten pounds."

"Jesus! Ten pounds in less than two weeks! Ten pounds you didn't have to lose. Have you always been thin, Catie?"

"I think I lost some weight while I worked at the diner, but Mom hated that I could eat almost anything when she had to work so hard not to gain. My dad, my real dad, was thin. I guess I inherited his genes. My brother is thin, too."

"Come on. I've started breakfast, then I want to work on the contract. It's a bit overcast and misty out so we'll stay inside until it clears up. I need to work on that program for ABC Contractors, too. There are books downstairs if you want to read something while I work."

For three days, they went over rules, positions, responses, and responsibilities. For three days, when he wasn't training her to be an obedient slave, they did what any other couple might do at a secluded cabin in the woods by an inviting lake...everything, that is, but have sex.

Jon allowed Cate to wear jeans while they explored the woods, but made her strip when they went swimming in the lake. He found out she was a fish in the water. They enjoyed the sunsets and late summer breezes. They cooked hamburgers on the grill and sunbathed on the dock. He took her out in the boat.

He taught her the 'Submit' position. In this position, she was curled on her knees with her head touching the floor between her arms which were extended straight out in front with her, palms up. From the back, her cunt was so open and ready for him that he had a hard time remembering his promise to himself not to take her until the contract was signed.

She slowly accepted his touch, but still flinched if she didn't see it coming. He had caressed her breasts and even cautiously suckled them the last two days. Her fear was still palpable, but nowhere to the degree of the first couple of days. This morning, he had her arms restrained while naked on the bed, and he shaved her pussy. He had not yet touched that area in a sexual way.

While he shaved her, he kept the conversation light, even teasing her about the pretty pink blush that blossomed on her entire body when he pulled her pussy lips out. He cautioned her to be as still as possible because he didn't want to cut her. When he was finished, leaving only a small strip of curls about an inch above her hood, he could see the relief in her eyes.

He praised her, told her how beautiful she was, and how much he would enjoy seeing her bare. In one week, her color was much improved and she had actually gained a pound or two. In time, he felt she would regain the weight she had lost. She had complained that he made her eat every time she turned around.

At the moment, he was reviewing one-word commands and the responses he expected. It was raining; it was the first day that wasn't absolutely gorgeous since the first morning after he had brought her here. That morning, the mist had cleared by noon, but this rain threatened to last all day.

All but the worst bruises were fading. The cuts had healed; even the cuts on her leg and under her breast were now a fine line. By the time he bound her breasts, if he ever did, it would be nothing but a scar and a memory. The rawness on her wrists was still a bit pink, but so much better that he could use the cuffs without padding under them. He would finish the contract today and she would sign it. Tonight he would have her.

They had finished lunch. She was kneeling with her bottom on her heels and her hands, palms up, were on her thighs. Since he would probably have her in the kneeling position for a while, he let her put her hands on her thighs rather than behind her back. It would be the 'Relaxed Kneel' position, he said. Her head was lowered, as were her pretty eyes.

She had been in this position for about twenty minutes. Jon was working at his laptop, and asking her questions or telling her rules...again. Some of them were the same rules he had told her the first day as they drove away from Carl's; most of them were rules they had talked about these last seven days, but others were new.

"Catie, our relationship will be 24/7. Do you understand what that means?"

"It means all the time."

"That's right. All the time. You'll be mine all the time, my slave, my submissive for one year. We won't be in a scene all the time, but you'll always treat me with respect. Unless we are in a particular scene, our relationship will be as normal as any vanilla couple. Do you know what vanilla means in the D/s world?"

He could tell by her slight body movement that she wasn't sure so he answered for her.

"In the D/s world, an individual or couple who doesn't practice our lifestyle or believes it's wrong for one person to dominate another is often called 'vanilla'. Most of the time to the outside world, our relationship will be no different from theirs...like this week when we were boating, swimming, or hiking. And, Caitlin, this is important; if we entertain or we're at the mall or a movie or wherever, with only few deviations, we will be just like them. That's why, when we're in public, you will call me Jon instead of sir or master. But under no circumstances will you be allowed to show me any disrespect. Is that understood?"

"Yes, master."

"Good. Now back to the 24/7 relationship. As I said, to the casual observer, our life will be no different from theirs, but in our house, if at any time I say the word 'Silence' that will signify the beginning of some scene, situation, and/or action.

"Your response to that word will be to immediately remove any clothing, if you are wearing any, except for your collar, fold them neatly and lay them on the nearest table or chair, and without hesitation, stand in front of me in your 'Attend' position. From the moment I say 'Silence', silence is what I expect. You will say nothing; you will have no response except to obey anything I tell you to do. Is that clear?"

"Yes, master."

"When I say no response that means to anything I do to you. You will not move, speak...even moan, unless or until I give you permission." He typed for a few minutes while watching her out of the corner of his eye. He could see she was nervous, but trying valiantly to remain calm in the position he had her in.

"Caitlin, we will never have a scene, situation, and/or an action which involves water sports or scat. You remember we talked about that earlier. That's not my thing. We will never involve ourselves with that aspect of BDSM.

"If we are home or even in public, if we are in the same room, you will ask to be excused if you wish to leave the room. You will tell me why you are asking. I may or may not allow you to leave, but for your benefit right now, I cannot foresee a time I will not allow you to perform basic bodily functions. If we are in public, you will indicate in a non-intrusive method, such as whispering in my ear that you request to be excused to use the restroom.

"Another given is that I will never break any of your bones or mark you in any way that will leave permanent scars or marks. Even though these, water sports, scat, and no broken bones are a given, they will be included in the contract to ease your mind.

"Now that you have healed sufficiently, I will take you shopping. You have almost no clothes, and while I'll have you naked quite often, you will need clothes when we go out and at other times. I'll have the final say in anything we buy, but you will have considerable leeway to wear what you want when I am not at home. While I like dresses for the obvious reason, I also like snug fitting jeans. I think they're sexy.

"Most of the time, you will wear no underwear and little make-up. You're young, you have very nice skin, and now that the bruises and cuts are healing, your pretty face needs little enhancement; maybe just a little until the bruise on your cheek fades completely. I will advise you how to wear your hair when we are together, but, as with clothes, you can wear it in any way you want when I'm at work unless I've specifically told you to wear in some manner. At no time will you cut or alter the length without my permission."

He told her that it would be his responsibility to see to her well-being and happiness. He said he would print off a draft copy of the contract, which he felt was probably as near complete as possible. He wanted her to read it and mark anything she had questions about.

"As Master, it will ultimately be my decision about what is or isn't included in this contract, but I will consider your thoughts. Is there anything you want to discuss? Any limitations you wish me to consider?"

She was silent for a minute, then timidly spoke. "I don't want to be blindfolded."

She was still in the kneeling position so she was unable to see the grin spread across his face. Then his face turned grim as he realized she was remembering the full-face hood and that Carl had forced her to wear it for more than sixteen hours. He put a blank expression on his face and spoke.

"Caitlin, come here."

She rose gracefully and stood in front of him. He took her hand and pulled her gently into his lap.

"A blindfold can be a very sensuous tool, Cate. It doesn't have to be an implement of torture. No master would ever consider not using one, if only occasionally. It will give me great pleasure to see you blindfolded and it will enhance your response to me if you're deprived of other distractions. 

"I will, however, refrain from using a blindfold for one month, but that month will start retroactively from the day I first saw you. At the end of the month, we will discuss the use of a blindfold again.

"Now why don't you go clean up from lunch and I'll finish with these last few additions to the contract. Then I want you to find a quiet place and read through it. Once it is finalized, both of us will sign two copies, one for you and one for me. I will expect you to read your copy at least once a day until you are totally familiar with every aspect of it. The year you've agreed to will start from the day I got you out of Carl's, so the contract will start retroactively. You agreed to a year so I won't make you stay a year and a week. Now, go and clean up the kitchen."

When she came back into the den, he said, "When I first mentioned a contract, I was only going to include the basics and make it one page or so. It would say you agreed to stay with me one year and do whatever I wanted. Since then, I decided to be a more specific. I checked the Internet, looked up some samples, and went through my files. This contract is a composite of several others and includes everything I think should be in a comprehensive contract. It includes everything we've talked about this week. It's much longer than I first expected it to be.

"I want you to find a quiet place, in the bedroom, living room, or on the porch, I don't care where, but a quiet place with no distractions so you can read it. Read it twice. Mark anything you have a question about or don't understand. We'll discuss it. I would like to have a signed contract by this evening."

He handed her four sheets of paper and she went into the living room. Curling up in one of the chairs, she pulled an afghan throw around her and started to read while Jon walked out to the porch. 




Saving Caitlin Ch. 02



Catie's Response to The Contract

unconditionally ... belongs ... sexual object ... suspended in the closet ... all that she does ... right to privilege ... left in a cage ... cry, scream, beg ... may take other action to silence slave

An hour later, Jon walked back into the house to find tears running down her cheeks. He took one look, scooped her up, turned and sat down in the same chair. He tightened his arms around her. The sheets of paper floated to the floor.

"Caitlin, we've talked about everything in this contract several times for a week now."

"I didn't know it would be...be..." She started to sob. "So..."

"Are you trying to say complete, Catie, or all encompassing?"

"I guess."

"And that bothers you?"

"You'll have total control of my life."

"Yes, I will. I've said that...repeatedly."

She sobbed quietly and he pulled her closer. Her hand curled in his shirt. He tucked the throw around her naked body. Jon reviewed the contract in his mind as he caressed her arm. He couldn't think of a thing he'd change.

He could have made the contract ambiguous, but the results would have been the same; he didn't want it vague. He would control every aspect of her life. He wanted it spelled out. He wanted her to know that. He was Master; she was slave.

When she seemed to calm a little, he eased her away a little and lifted her chin so she had to look at him.

"Catie, is there something in particular you want to talk about? Should we go over each line item by item?"

"Will you really put me in a cage?"

"Maybe. I don't know for sure right now, but I may later. I won't do it until you're ready, but you have the right to know that I might at some point."

"And you'll beat me whenever you feel like it just like Carl."

"No," he told her and his eyes went black. "I'll never beat you like Carl did. Our relationship will be about pleasure, but sometimes pain can lead to pleasure. I might use some pain to enhance your pleasure and that, in turn, will give me greater pleasure. Never will I leave permanent scars or break your bones. I'll never leave cuts and bruises like he did."

"When Carl beat me, it brought him pleasure. He liked it. What would be the difference?" she stuttered.

Her courage to speak, mixed with the fear he could see, seemed to defuse his anger.

"The difference is that beating you like Carl did would bring me no pleasure. Your pain with no pleasure, because of excessive punishment, will bring only pain and suffering to both of us."

He pulled her back to his chest, and they remained in silence for a few minutes before he spoke again. "I think it would be good to go over the entire contract together."

Two hours and a few glasses of wine later, only minor changes were made, although she wanted other things deleted. She finally agreed to the contract that basically was the way he wanted it. The only addition was something he wouldn't have done anyway. He would not leave the house if he had her tied up. She had been terrified he wouldn't come back and untie her that first night, she whispered.

Consummation of the Contract

He signed the contract and handed her the pen. She took it, but her hand was shaking so badly, he curved his hand on top of hers. He put the pen on the line he wanted her to sign.

"Caitlin, I realize there are some items in the contract that, at this time, you are unable to fulfill such as 'constant state of arousal' or perhaps 'not being allowed to reach orgasm without permission'. As your training progresses and you develop more trust, these things will come naturally. I don't expect you to be ready for everything all at once. I won't do anything to you until you're ready. I promise."

He turned her and lifted her chin with a knuckle, then softly brushed his lips across hers before turning her back to the table.

"Write your name, Caitlin," he whispered firmly.

After a halting start, she got her first name down, but hesitated with her last name.

"You're...we...you're... tonight..."

"No. I was going to wait until tonight, but I know you're going to worry until it finally happens, so as soon as you finish your name, we're going upstairs. We'll have supper later. Come on, Caitlin, finish writing your name. Come on, baby," he said softly as his breath caressed her ear. He stroked her arm with his other hand. They both knew what 'it' was. "It's okay. I won't hurt you."

She finally wrote her last name and when he guided her hand to the date line, whispered the date, she wrote it down. He took the pen from her hand, put it on the table, and turned her in his arms. He lowered his lips to hers and gave her a gentle kiss, then eased back.

"Silence. Bed. On your back."

She stood and the afghan floated to the floor. She took a step, two, then three before she started to sink to the floor. He caught her, picked her up, and climbed the stairs without saying a word. He carried her into the bedroom. He flicked the comforter and top sheet back, put her gently on the bed, backed up, and started taking off his clothes, never taking his eyes from hers.

"I won't hurt you, Catie. Today is for you. No restraints. No pain, no discipline. No asking for permission to orgasm, only pleasure for you...and for me. You've only known rape and torture, Catie. Today I'll show you how it should be. I'll give you pleasure."

He moved to the bed and slowly lowered himself. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her temples, her cheeks. He caressed her earlobes with his lips, then gently took a lobe into his mouth and gave it a soft suck before kissing the corners of her mouth. When he took her mouth, it was like a butterfly's touch before he moved to her neck. He felt her inhale. Fear tensed her shoulders. He kissed along her collarbone, but then went to her toes and sweetly caressed them with his fingertips, keeping his eyes on hers.

"Turn over, sweetheart. Fold your hands under your head and relax."

After a moment, she did as he requested, but when he straddled her hips, a faltering cry escaped her mouth.

"Shh. I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered in her ear. He could feel the tension, the anxiety, the tautness of her whole body, the conflict of jumbled emotions. He rubbed her shoulders, ran his thumbs down her spine. He brushed her hair to one side and kissed her neck, whispered softly and moved down. When he got to her hips, he skipped over her buttocks, and massaged one leg from just below her hip to her toes, then moved to the other foot and made his way back up to her hip.

Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the week of kindness, maybe it was the time he took, but she slowly began to relax under his gentle touch.

"Roll back over, baby," he said softly as he moved to give her room.

This time when he kissed her and moved to her shoulder, he didn't skip her breasts. He cupped them in his palms and toyed with the nipples until they became rigid in his hands. He whispered to her. She was still tense and it seemed her breath was caught in her throat, but she didn't cry out. 

"You have beautiful, delicate breasts, Catie. I wanted to taste them the first moment I saw you. Even with the bruises and cuts, I knew you'd taste sweet." 

He lowered his mouth and suckled. He took his time here, too, savoring each. She did have beautiful breasts. Her areoles were a rosy pink brown and when her nipples hardened, they were a feast to behold. He made a mental note to purchase some nipple clamps.

His mouth eventually made a slow, maddening trip down her torso. She gasped when he made it to her navel and thrust his tongue in and out, then sucked it gently. Even though the movement was slight, and he wouldn't have caught it if he hadn't been watching for it, when her hips lifted ever so lightly off the bed, he moved the rest of the way down. He gently nudged her legs apart and lowered his head to her bare sex. He kissed all around her vulva and heard the little whimper when he traced her nether lips with his tongue.

This whimper was not of fear or anxiety, but of surprised arousal. The soft moan of pleasure became more intense. He felt a moment of triumph as the scent of woman, the scent of Caitlin, filled his nostrils. The roughness of his tongue rubbed against her clit again and again, and when she bucked, he covered the area around her clitoris with his mouth and sucked. She was wet and ready. He inserted one long finger into her, then two, and gently finger fucked her as he continued to suck, nibble, and tease.

Her hands fisted in the sheets. He knew she was near, reaching for that release. He lifted his head for a moment, but his fingers continued to thrust in and out just a bit faster.

"Come for me, Catie. Let go. Let it happen, baby. Come," he whispered.

"Oh. Oh. Noooo." He felt the contractions of her vaginal muscles pull at his fingers. He flattened his tongue on the heart of her sex and felt it throb.

When she quieted, he moved up her body and kissed her. He worried her lips until she opened her mouth to him.

"I'm going to make you come again, Catie." His erection lay in the valley of her sex, the length nestled between their bodies and the tip pressed into her stomach.

"I can't," she whimpered.

"Yes, you can."

He hooked his arms under her knees, opening her more, putting exquisite pressure against her engorged sensitized clitoris. She lifted her hands to his shoulders. He thrust against that perfect little bundle of nerves until he sensed her second orgasm coming. He slowed the rhythmic thrusts only enough to keep her on the edge, but not allowing the release she silently begged for.

"Open your eyes, Caitlin. Look at me.  I am your Master." He kissed her deeply, passionately.

"Who am I?" he asked her.

"Master. You're my master."

"Who are you?"

"Slave."

"Again Caitlin, who do you belong to?" he whispered.

"You. I'm yours."

He bent and kissed her thoroughly, and gave her the release she desired. When she arched, he backed up and entered her in one long hard thrust. She cried out and her hot, wet flesh fisted around him. He could feel the ripples of her contractions pulling him deeper into her. She was magnificent. He continued his thrusts, extending her climax and finally, after a week of wanting her, he gave in to his own need. He buried his head in her hair and shot ropes of hot semen into her.

After a while, he rolled to his side, taking her with him so she was half on him with one long leg nestled along the length of his and the other leg laying across his hip. He cradled her head on his shoulder and caressed her thigh from knee to hip. They lay in silence for a long time before he spoke.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes," she whispered. "I didn't know it could be that way."

"Oh, my lovely little slave, this is only the beginning."

The apartment

They stayed at the cabin for three more days and spent most of those days in bed. Soon it was time to leave, settle into the apartment, and prepare for his new job.

And find a house.

Late Monday morning, they left the cabin and drove to a suburb in Virginia about an hour or so from DC. Jon had contracted to rent an apartment before he even knew he would be bringing Catie with him. He never even considered buying a house before she came into his life, but now he was glad he had made sure there was an escape clause in the apartment contract.

When he picked up the key to take possession of the apartment, he spoke to the same realtor who had handled the lease agreement. He asked if there were houses on the market that might meet his requirements. After a discussion about those requirements, Ms. Logan surprised him by saying she may have something on the market right now that he might be interested in. They made an appointment to meet on Thursday morning.

They arrived at the furnished apartment about three o'clock. Since they only had to unload his computer equipment and their clothes, of which Cate had next to none, it took less than an hour to unpack both their clothes and bring in Jon's equipment. He started to set his computer in the second bedroom. He pushed the twin bed against the wall and decided he'd have to get a computer table. He'd wait and see what the house looked like first.

If they would be moving again soon, he didn't want to have to move any more than necessary. For now, he'd put one of his computers on the small desk and the printer on the floor. He wouldn't set up the rest until he knew if they'd be moving again. If Cate hadn't been with him, he'd just put his stuff on the kitchen table, but now that wouldn't do.

"Hungry?"

"A little."

"Let's leave the rest of this for later. We'll go have a late lunch. Get our bearings. Go to the grocery store. I want to look at computer tables. I may be buying one soon and there are some other things I want."

She had on one of the sundresses he had gotten her the first day. In the sunlight, you might be able to tell she didn't have underwear on, but it wasn't so see-through that it would be indecent. Length-wise, it went to mid thigh. He'd seen sundresses that were much shorter.

"Do you...can I, uh, would it be okay...?"

"Underwear? No, Caitlin. I like it just like this. Unless the dress catches the wind, no one will know you're bare underneath."

No one but him.

No one but her.

They ate at a deli in the mall, then he took her to a couple of shops and one of the larger department stores. They were in Virginia. Autumn was just around the corner and soon the nights would be cool. He let her pick out a couple pairs of jeans—they were snug, and when she gained back some weight, they would be a tight, the way he liked them. He picked out a couple of dresses, then spotted a denim mini skirt. He could picture her long slender legs in that skirt. He let her choose a blouse to go with it.

A light jacket for the cooler nights that would soon be the norm, a winter coat and other warmer clothes were purchased, too. Jon couldn't help but smile at her wide-eyed appreciation for so many new clothes. He also realized he'd have to be careful or he'd bankrupt himself buying her things. He surprised himself when he found it so enjoyable getting her more than just the necessities of life.

Catie was careful in each shop they went into, especially after they entered one and a gush of transitional air lifted the hem of her dress. Jon smiled as she quickly pushed the dress back down.

On the pretense of looking at a computer table, Jon drove to the furniture store near the mall. The salesman thought they were newlyweds and Jon didn't correct him. He just put his arm around Catie's waist and drew her possessively close, chuckling when she quickly pushed at her skirt that his embrace had raised.

When they left the furniture store, Jon noticed a little specialty shop across the street. Candy's Closet had several mannequins in the window and he could see the not-so-subtle sexy outfits. Caitlin was so uncomfortable when they entered the store, he had to remind her of her status. He picked out a bustier and a pair of thigh high hose, both in black. He also got a pair of boy-style spandex panties. When she slid back in the car, the relief rolled off her body in waves.

"I'm proud of you, Caitlin. I only had to remind you once that you belong to me and that you'll wear what I want you to wear," he said.

"If that clerk touched me one more time..."

"I noticed that she liked to have her hands on you, feeling you up. I got the feeling she likes girls and doesn't go for good looking guys like me," he chuckled. "She sure had a hard time and when I ran my hand up your thigh. Nevertheless, I had to remind you of your status so there will be a small punishment when we get back to the apartment."

He laughed when her eyes widened in fear. "Don't worry, Catie. My punishments won't be anything like Carl's. If you're very good at the grocery store, you may not feel a thing."

~*~*~

"Silence."

They had just walked into the apartment, each carrying bags of food. Catie's hands trembled as she put her bags on the counter. She hesitated, then removed her dress and sandals. She was shaking and there was a mist in her eyes. John almost relented until he remembered what he was going to do. 

"Your punishment will begin before you put the groceries away. Come into the bedroom, Caitlin."

By then, she was shaking so hard she could hardly make the short distance down the hall. John put the Candy's Closet bag on the bed and went to one of his duffle bags. He pulled out a small rabbit vibrator. He had purchased it the last time he was in a BDSM relationship, but never used it. It was perfect for what he had in mind.

"Come lay across my lap, Caitlin."

Jon didn't think Catie was going to make it the five feet. He took her hand and pulled her across his thighs.

"Your infraction was small so your punishment will be small. Put your hands on the floor and spread your legs. You will receive ten smacks and you will thank me after each one." He brought his hand down firmly but lightly on her right cheek.

"What do you say, slave?"

"What, oh, thank you."

"That will add another for forgetting to address me properly." Jon smacked her on her left cheek.

"Thank you, sir."

"Count them."

"Two, sir."

"No, the first doesn't count because you didn't thank me properly."

"One, sir. Thank you, sir."

When Jon finished with the last smack, Catie's bottom was only slightly pink. He rubbed his palm over her bottom, but there was hardly any warmth. He hadn't hit her hard. In fact, he was almost certain that Catie was holding back a giggle. Let's see if she still wants to giggle when bedtime comes, he thought. He ran his fingers down the crease between her pretty light pink ass. She was only slightly moist. He rubbed and teased gently until the gathering dew increased. Picking up the vibrator, he ran the tip up and down her slit until her own moisture lubricated it. He gently pushed it into her sweet tunnel.

"Be still, Caitlin, or I'll decide ten wasn't enough and add a few harder ones."

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir."

Jon picked up the shopping bag and took out the spandex panties, pulled off the tag, and slipped her legs into the holes.

"Stand up, slave, turn away from me and pull up your panties. I'll hold your toy in."

The panties were close-fitting on Catie's slender frame, but between them, they managed to get them up. Jon put his hand down the front and spread her outer lips. The rabbit nestled right where he wanted it.

"Here, wear this." He pulled one of his own shirts out of the closet and handed it to her. "All right, slave, go put up the groceries and make us some supper."

Catie started down the short hallway to the kitchen. Jon slipped his fingers into his pocket and found the remote control. He wondered if the batteries were still good. Catie jumped, her legs almost buckled, and her hand flew out to the wall to steady herself. Her head whipped around to look back at him. Her mouth formed a surprised O.

Oh, yeah, they still worked.

"The kitchen, Caitlin," Jon said straight-faced, waving his hand toward the specified room. "I have some work I want to do on the laptop. I'll do that while you fix supper." He did his work at the table so he could torment her. He made sure she didn't have something hot or a knife in her hands each time he hit the remote. Safe, sane, and...well, maybe not consensual, he hadn't given her many choices since she agreed to be his.

By bedtime, Caitlin was desperate with need. They had been together only a short time, but Jon knew he was going to enjoy her to the fullest. With the exception of the first night when he tickled her, this was the first time he had teased her. He was beginning to know her body, but not well enough yet to know how much she could take without coming so he kept the vibrations short and on the lower speed. One day he would demand that she not come in a situation like this, but not today. Today, he taught her that teasing could be fun and that not all punishments would be terrorizing.




Saving Caitlin Ch. 02



He took her in his arms gently and kissed the top of her head. "I think you've had enough for one day. In fact, I think you've taken your punishment so well, you deserve a reward. Would you like a reward, slave?"

Jon smiled down at her and saw her lips quiver. Oh, yes, she was in need. "What kind of reward would you like, Catie?" he murmured as he slid his hand down to her crotch. In the hand wrapped around her waist, he held the remote. Just as he pressed his palm harder against her clit, he pressed the 'high' button.

He was sure her screech could be heard in the next apartment. She staggered and her fingers at his shoulders curled around the cloth of his shirt. Within moments, she went rigid and would have collapsed if he hadn't been holding her. He saw the next scream coming and covered her mouth with his.

"Beautiful," he whispered as he dropped the remote on the duvet, picked her up and put her on the bed. He peeled the panties off. Now he would have his reward.

~*~*~

He hadn't planned on buying a house for this job. An apartment would be good enough, even though it would be at least a two year job with the option for contract renewal, but Catie changed that plan. He wanted a quiet place with privacy. He wanted a playroom. An apartment was not conducive to the type of playroom he wanted.

While he had dated extensively, and been in few short-term relationships, he realized that none were as satisfying as this one was beginning to be. Catie was proving to be a natural slave with a wonderful mix of submissiveness and free spirit with a thirsty mind. She had an underdeveloped intelligence and was eager to learn. With each conversation, he felt she had been cheated by not having been encouraged to attend college or pursue a goal; he found her mind was like a sponge. If she was interested, he would help get her in the junior college right here in town.

This last week was nice as they got into a routine. On Thursday, he had told her that he had an appointment. And while he was certain that she wouldn't try to escape, he was a bit nervous because he knew he'd be gone for a couple of hours, leaving her on her own and in a place that would be easy to leave. The only time he had left her unattended was the first day he got her out of Carl's, and he had restrained her to the bed. Now when she smiled and said she'd see him when he returned, and was there anything in particular that he wanted her to do while he was gone, he knew she would not break the contract.

He said a little prayer of thanks. He didn't know what he would do if escape was still on her mind because he already realized he wouldn't be able to restrain her all day while he was at work. He was also beginning to realize that he probably wouldn't be able to use a cane or anything else on her in a way that might cause her extreme pain.

In fact, he was beginning to realize that many of the items in the contract would never be tested because there were many things he had listed that he would probably never do. He wondered if she realized that yet. While he would always be the Master and she the slave in their relationship, he couldn't imagine himself putting her in a cage that she had worried about. He knew, though, that he loved seeing her restrained. He thought of all the ways he could restrain her and what he could do to her in all those different positions. He got hard just thinking about it.

He met Ms. Logan at her office and drove to the house. The minute he stepped inside, he knew it was perfect. He returned to the office with her and started the paper work. They already had much of what they would need from the credit check for the apartment. His only bills were the loan on his SUV, which was nearly paid off, and a small balance on his Visa. With the down payment he was willing to make, Ms. Logan assured him there would be no problem with a homeowner's loan.

~*~*~

Jon left the apartment about 9:00 a.m. and went to SunMan.com to complete the new employee paperwork so it would be done before he started to work on Monday. His health insurance would start October first. He was pleasantly surprised to find they had a co-habitation cause allowing insurance for a live-in partner. He was able to enroll Catie on his plan, a real bonus he hadn't expected to need when he accepted the job.

He stopped in at the realtor's office and talked to Ms. Logan about the loan process. She told him everything looked good and they would probably close in about three weeks. He talked her into letting him have the keys so they could start painting and picking out furniture. The house would need appliances, too, since there were none except for the dishwasher. She said it was against policy to let him have possession before closing, but since he wasn't going to move in until after the signing, she relented. His boyish charm didn't hurt, and, of course, they already had his earnest money.

He picked up his cell phone and dialed Caitlin.

"Hello."

"Catie, it's Jon. I'm on my way to pick you up. I want to show you something, then I'll take you out to eat. Wear that little mini-skirt I got you the first night we got here. It'll take me about 30 minutes to get home."

"I'll be ready, sir."

The House

He opened the apartment door just as she was coming out of the bedroom. He smiled. She looked so cute, so innocent...so virginal. He crooked his finger. She came to him and stopped, waiting for his command. He wondered why every man in the world wouldn't want a Master/slave relationship with his chosen woman. This part of the contract would never change as long as she was his. He enjoyed seeing Catie fall completely apart in his hands. He loved the expressions, the tremors, and the sighs when she climaxed. Jon remembered that spark of awareness when he had first touched her and feeling there would be fire beneath the fear. He was right.

He pulled her blouse out of the waistband of the skirt, unbuttoned the bottom two buttons, and tied the tails in a knot. It left about two inches of bare midriff between the bottom of the shirt and the top of the skirt. He opened another button at the top, letting a little more cleavage show.

"Perfect." He lifted her chin and gave her a kiss. Good thing he had a lot of self-control or he'd have her on her knees right now.

Twenty-five minutes later, he pulled into the driveway of the house that would be his in a few short weeks.

"You know all those home decorating magazines I've given you to look at this last week?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "This is the reason. I've bought a house. We're going to need furniture, dishes, linens, and a multitude of other things."

Her mouth dropped open. He helped her out of the car and smiled at her wide-eyed reaction.

"It's beautiful."

"You haven't even seen the inside yet."

"It doesn't matter. It'll be wonderful. Look, there's a flowerbed by the porch."

"The house is small, but I think it'll meet our needs." He took her hand and opened the front door.

"You can think about what kind of flowers you want later. Right now, you have an assignment. You need to buy dishes, pots and pans, and whatever else you'll need for the kitchen.

"You're in charge of picking out living room and dining room furniture, and linens such as towels, sheets and blankets. Curtains. There isn't a single curtain anywhere in the house. We'll pick out appliances for the kitchen together. You'll have a budget. The appliances will be included in your allowance. You will keep a ledger with all of your expenditures. I suggest you keep a notebook listing the item you're considering, the cost, and the store you saw it.

"I'll pick out the furniture for my office and the bedroom," and the playroom, he thought. "But before I purchase the bedroom furniture, I'll take into consideration any suggestions from you. As for your assignment, I will give final approval for any purchase, but you'll have considerable freedom. If you're going to go over your allowance, we'll sit down together and see if it's justified."

He led her through the house. She was stunned. The amount he mentioned seemed enormous to her and she'd be in charge of spending it?

"Catie, are you still with me? Earth to Caitlin."

He turned her gently, put his knuckle under her chin, and encouraged her to look at him. He smiled at her and brushed his lips against hers.

"The closing won't be for a couple weeks, but the realtor is letting me in early. We can't move in until after closing, but since we have no furniture at all and we'll need just about everything, I thought we could start looking. You can clean and paint; everything looks like it could use a fresh coat. It'll keep you busy once I start working. I'll pay another month's rent on the apartment if we need it, so we don't have to rush to move in. What do you think?"

"I don't know what to think, master." It was a whisper.

"Catie, we've not in a scene or action. I haven't indicated that you must call me master. Are you afraid you can't handle the responsibility?"

"I, I...don't...know. Do...do you think I can?" She was wide-eyed and her voice was a whisper.

"Yes, and if you stumble, I'll help you up. Let me show you the rest of it."

The house was a one-story brick colonial cottage on two wooded acres. It was only about 1,400 square feet, but it was nice and fairly secluded. It had a garage and partial basement. There were several houses around, but nothing close.

The kitchen cabinets were in good shape. The counter, sink and dishwasher were fairly new. An open space at one end of the room could be used as a breakfast nook. The walls, though, were in desperate need of a fresh coat of paint. The master bedroom was fair sized due to a previous remodel. A once-tiny bedroom was now a walk-in closet and bathroom, changed by the door connecting it to the master bedroom.

For Jon, it would actually be a shorter distance to work than from the apartment. He ran his forefinger down Catie's nose. The shocked and bewildered look she had when he first told her about the house and her allowance was slowly being replaced with excitement.

"What do you think?"

"It'll be fun. I remember my grandmother had lace curtains in her living room. I loved the pretty pattern they made on the floor when the sun was shining. Can we have lace curtains?"

"Price them out and put them on your worksheet. You're going to have to coordinate them with everything else. Once you've got it all worked out, we'll look it over together. I need to get a tape measure tonight so we can get the window sizes tomorrow. I need other basic tools, too."

After they took a turn around the yard that Jon mentally noted also had possibilities, they headed for the number one discount store in America. They would probably give Wal-Mart a nice chunk of Catie's allowance. The first thing she picked up was a notebook and she immediately started writing in it even before they paid for it.

They stopped at a buffet, and Catie could hardly sit still long enough to eat. She had her notebook on the table beside her plate and kept making notes in her nice, neat, precise cursive.

At another store, Jon got paint and the paraphernalia to go with it, then they headed for the first of two furniture stores. By the time they got back to the apartment that night, Catie was so hyped up that Jon thought he'd have to give her a sleeping pill to get her to sleep.

She woke up at the crack of dawn on Saturday and he barely got her pulled under him before she could bounce out of bed. To keep her there and still, he bound her hands to her thighs. He straddled her chest and started teaching her how to pleasure him with her mouth. He wouldn't go deep, not yet, not while they were still in the apartment with its thin walls. He wanted her to become accustomed to him in her mouth. He knew Carl had terrorized her this way, too. She needed to get past the fear that he would cut off her breathing. He moved in and out of her mouth, giving her instruction.

"Lick the tip, Catie. Circle your tongue around the head. Worship your Master. Suck me in as deep as you can."

Fearful eyes looked up at him, but when all he did was move slowly in and out, she relaxed. When the slow play started to pull at his control even though only a third of him ever went in, he leaned forward and snagged the gag and inserted it into her mouth. Jon scooted down her body, put his hands on her knees and pushed her legs open wide. With one swift thrust, he entered her.

Catie wanted her hands unbound, but he was in charge. He was Master. Just when she was about to climax, Jon pulled out and flipped her over onto her knees. Her hands, still bound to her thighs, gave her no purchase. He plowed forcefully back into her. It pushed her over and only the gag kept the neighboring apartment residents from hearing her scream. Jon slowed his thrusts. He leaned over her back and used his fingers to kept Catie coming. He started to thrust harder again with more force. He growled in her ear.

"You're mine."

Catie came again, harder, and Jon followed.



Saving Caitlin Ch. 03



Thanks to everyone who read Parts I and II. I especially want to thank those who voted and those taking time to leave a comment. I hope you enjoy this part—it's a fun one. Maddie

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Part III

Working on the House

For a couple of weeks while Jon was at work, Catie worked at the house. She cleaned cabinets and floors and painted the each room. Jon would drop her off every morning and return in the evening to pick her up. Sometimes they would go out to eat. Sometimes he took a change of clothes and would work with her for a few hours. A few times, he just took her back to the apartment because she was so tired.

They bought a small camper size refrigerator so she would have a place to put drinks and food for lunches, and Jon gave her his cell phone so she could call if there was an emergency.

Jon commissioned workers from a store called the House Doctor to build custom bookcases and install a bay window in his home office. He also had them change the basement stairway door so it opened from behind one of the bookcases. The bookcase could swing out to reveal the hidden door behind. The only days Jon didn't let Catie work at the house were the days when the workers were there. He knew the dangers of being alone with strangers.

By mid-morning one Saturday, Catie's clothes were so covered with paint, Jon made her strip before painting the rest of the room. An hour later, she was covered with paint. He had spanked her gorgeous ass until it turned a luscious red, so it would match the paint she had all over her, he said. He then turned her and bent her over the make-shift table where he fucked her hard from behind. She was still whimpering, but came so hard around his cock, he followed her over the peak. His hands were flat on the table on each side of her shoulders and after a few moments, he pulled out of her and sat down, pulling her down on his lap. "Think you can get the paint on walls instead of you now?" he asked and she answered, "I'll try, sir." He had laughed and she started giggling as he gave her his shirt to wear.

That afternoon, they ate take-out he had delivered. Later, he backed her up against the wall and curled her fingers around the scrolled shelf bracket he had installed a few days before.

"Leave them there."

He kissed her hungrily, almost as if he hadn't had her for a month instead of only an hour ago. His eyes never left hers as he unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing—his shirt. She had rolled the sleeves up several times. It was the only thing she was wearing and it came nearly to her knees. When he had it open, he pushed it to the sides of her lovely body, exposing her rounded breasts and everything else. He placed his fingertips on her shoulders, lightly pressing his nails into her skin and pulled then slowly down to her breasts, leaving thin white lines that would fade before he was done. A nail on each hand scraped a hardened, aroused nipple. He teased her nipples over and over again, pulling and pinching them as she moaned. He bent his head and licked each hard point as his both of his hands traveled to her stomach.

He had her in this same position earlier when he spanked her, but then she had been facing the wall.

"I want to taste you. You're my dessert," he murmured. His fingertips traveled down her from stomach to her thighs as he crouched. One hand went between her legs and moved to the left, taking her leg with it. As his hand moved higher on the wall, her leg went up, too. She was now open and vulnerable. He leaned forward and closed his mouth over her sweet pussy.

She cried out and leaned fully against the wall. Her fingers tightened around the bracket.

"You like that, don't you? You like to be fully exposed to me. You like what I do to you, how I make you feel."

He bent his head again and thrust his tongue deep. He swept the roughened tip up to her clit, teasing it again and again. She moaned and sagged a little as she arched her pelvis.

"You want more, slave? Ask for it," he murmured.

"Please, master," she cried out. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed.

"Please what, slave? Tell me what you want."

He teased her clitoris again, but not enough for her to climax.

"Please, master."

He hadn't got her to the place where she could ask him for what she wanted. He would someday, he vowed. He gave her what she could not ask for. He rammed two fingers into her and covered her clit with his mouth, sucking forcefully as his teeth scraped over her swollen nub. She cried out again and came.

"Let go. Let your hands go," he demanded.

She slid down the wall into his waiting arms.

~*~*~

By the time of the closing, the house was move-in ready. The furniture had been delivered—Jon had vetoed only a few of Catie's choices. The door and window changes and the bookcases turned out just the way he had envisioned. He installed a secret lock for the hidden door to the basement and a release on the other side.

A couple of times, Jon felt he and Catie were like any other newly married couple. He almost felt like a husband. Then he would shake the feeling off. This was a year agreement. He wasn't looking for a wife. This was a short-term Master/slave relationship. She'd be gone in eleven months and he would be left with a nice home.

And no Catie.

No Catie.

He shook off the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach.

~*~*~

Several nights a week for two months after they moved in, Jon worked for an hour or two in the playroom.

The basement playroom was semi-dark in keeping with the atmosphere of a dungeon. He put fake stone on the walls after installing soundproofing. He left the ceiling beams exposed, but put sound-reducing tiles over the soundproofing material between the beams. He knew he really didn't need the soundproofing. He would never do anything that would cause Catie to scream loud enough that someone upstairs would be disturbed, let alone a neighbor a quarter of a mile away, but it seemed the thing to do. He painted the ceiling between the beams battleship gray and the floor black. Against one wall was the antique cabinet he had purchased for the play toys that wouldn't go upstairs in the bedroom armoire and the new ones he acquired these last two months—the Internet was such a wonderful source for adult paraphernalia. There was a padded table, a sawhorse-like thing, a bar, and other items. On one wall, he placed an A-frame equipped with attached rings and straps. The camp fridge he had gotten for Catie to use before the appliances were delivered found a new home in the playroom.

He surveyed the room when he was done. With somewhat startled shock, he realized this room would truly be a 'play' room...not a dungeon to be used for punishment or pain. Any play done in this room would be just that...play. He knew without a doubt that he could never hurt Caitlin in any way. Their roles as Master and slave would be that of sexual submission rather than a true 24/7 slave. He knew he would broaden her sexual experience, but wondered if he would, or even could, dominate her as he had outlined in the contract.

November Pictures

"I don't want you to say your safe word, Caitlin, unless it's absolutely necessary because you won't be tied this tight for long."

"I understand, sir."

"It may be uncomfortable for a few minutes, but I don't think it'll take me longer than ten or fifteen minutes to get what I want."

She had no idea what he wanted. He hadn't shared that. He was busy for a while, taking things outside such as a blanket, some rope, and a fan. Why in the world did he want a fan? It was the middle of November and, although they were having a stretch of Indian summer, the air was cool. She watched him for a couple of days, noticing that he seemed to be waiting for something, watching for something. He'd go outside, look around, check his watch, then have her come out and sit in this spot or that.

Before, she had no idea what he was doing.

But she knew now; he was going to take her picture.

Outdoors.

Nude.

Tied up.

He had her sit on the blanket and fiddled with the tripod, angling the camera just so. Then he had her sit on the table while he tied her arms tightly behind her. He started with her upper arms and pulled them behind her. When her elbows touched, she moaned softly and arched her back to take the pressure off her shoulders.

"Yes, that's what I want, Catie. I want you to have to arch just that way. I want those beautiful breasts to obtrude just that way."

He pulled the rope just a little tighter and she winced.

"Just for a little bit, Caitlin. You can take it, baby." But he ran his hands over her shoulders to make sure the tension wasn't dangerously tight.

He looped the rope with an intricate, artistic flare. Cate's newly lightened and highlighted hair flowed in natural waves down her back. When he was finished, he helped her off the table and led her to the blanket. He kissed her deeply and toyed with her right breast, teasing the nipple until it peaked in his hand. He whispered all the things he wanted to do to her as his hand caressed its way down to the valley between her thighs. She automatically spread her legs to welcome his touch. She was already wet. He wanted her flushed; he wanted her to look fuckable.

"Kneel, Caitlin," he whispered as he brought his hands up to circle her ribcage and help her down. He spread her legs more and moved her head just the way he wanted. He nibbled on her neck and again whispered in her ear. He put his hand on her back and arched it a bit more.

"Almost done, baby, then I'll give you what you want."

He got up and moved behind the camera before returning to change the angle of her head slightly while pushing most of her hair over her left shoulder. The little wisps that still hung down would blow when he turned on the fan.

It was chilly and she shivered. He rubbed her arms and nuzzled her neck again. He got up quickly, made a small adjustment to the camera, and turned on the fan, taking four pictures with just slightly different angles or settings. He took the camera off the tripod and took four more pictures. For the last two photos, he pulled her hair off her shoulder and let it cascade down her back. He took one picture with her head thrown back and her hands on the blanket. The ropes were barely visible through her windswept hair. Her nipples were tight and distended. He turned off the fan, toyed again with her breasts as he kissed her roughly, then backed up and took one last picture just from her shoulders up as she looked directly into the camera.

He laid down the camera and unzipped his pants at the same time. In two strides, he was by her side. He covered her mouth with his as he pulled her up.

"Wrap your legs around me, Caitlin."

With a strength that made her shudder, he lifted her just a bit higher and pressed her down on his erection. She moaned and tightened her legs around him. He had his hands around her and pulled her arms a little so she arched more, offering her breasts up for him to feast. His lips covered one breast and sucked strongly. It was almost as if he hadn't had a meal in months. She cried out as he suckled and the electricity shot straight to her pussy.

His hands tangled around her still bound arms. He whispered not to be afraid, he wouldn't let her fall. Her fear melted away as he excited and aroused her. As her breathing became labored, she leaned her head back as he continued to suckle almost roughly at her breasts. It didn't take him long to push her to the edge, but not quite over.

"Please, master, please."

"Not yet, Caitlin."

He pulled her hair, making her arch even more. He moved his hands to her hips and thrust hard.

"Now, Caitlin, now come for me."

He held her firmly and thrust once more. Every muscle tightened and she screamed softly. Her muscle contractions pulled him deeper and he spent deep inside her. She went limp and her legs started to slide down. Jon moved his hands to her thighs to hold her up. He stood still a moment longer, then walked to the bench and carefully sat down with her still impaled on him. He pulled her to his chest, reached around her, and started untying the ropes. She had trusted him not to drop her; what a difference a couple of months made.

The Blindfold

Her eyes darted to the red satin sleep mask.

"I know it's unreasonable—"

"Caitlin, it's been more than three months since we agreed I'd wait a month. You know I'm not going to hurt you in any way. You know that."

"Yes," but the word was spoken hesitantly.

Jon watched her eyes dart again to the mask. He knew it brought back memories of her time with Carl. She had come so far since that night when he first saw her tied up and nude in that bastard's house. He wanted her to conquer and get past her fear of blindfolds, which Carl had used to terrify her.

"I'll tell you what, we won't go downstairs. We'll play in our bedroom."

"Jon—"

"Silence. It's time to get past this fear, Caitlin. Go to the bedroom, undress, and put on the cuffs that are on the bed. I will be there in a minute to help you." His voice brooked no disobedience.

Caitlin's lip quivered and there was a slight hesitation, but she got up and headed for the bedroom. It was the first time since the first couple of weeks that she had not obeyed him immediately. Jon had tried on two different occasions to get her past this blindfold phobia, but he had relented each time when she became so distressed. He made up his mind that tonight he wouldn't stop. He knew, without a doubt, that once he got the mask on her, she'd be okay.

He picked up the mask and walked to the bedroom. Caitlin had removed her clothing, but had not yet put on the ankle and wrist cuffs. Jon didn't go to her immediately, but took the matches off the dresser and lit the candles placed around the room. When he turned to her, he put his finger under her chin, lifted her face, and brushed his lips against hers. He put his hands on her waist and backed her up to the bed. He gently nudged her down, picked up a cuff and buckled it around her wrist. When he had all four cuffs on, he had her stand in front of the mirror. He hooked her wrist cuffs together behind her back.

"You are beautiful, my lovely little slave. I want you to take five deep breaths," he whispered in her ear as he stood behind her with his hands on her hips.

He caressed her hips and arms before bringing his hands around her to knead her breasts. He fondled her and pinched her nipples, all the while telling her how beautiful she was and that he would not hurt her. Then he picked up the mask and gently, but quickly slid it over her eyes.

Caitlin's breath caught in her throat and she started to whimper.

"Shh. You're not hurt. Trust me." Jon cupped her breasts again and, as he played with them, he whispered in her ear, calming her.

"Stand here. Do not move, slave," he said softy but firmly a few minutes later when she had calmed somewhat.

Jon quickly pulled the comforter down and spread a flannel-backed vinyl cloth on the bed, flannel side up. He moved in front of Caitlin, unhooked her hands and brought them together in front of her body, and reattached the clip. She inhaled, but before she could utter a word, he kissed her breathless and reminded her she had not been given permission to speak.

He lifted her into his arms and put her gently on the bed. Pulling her arms above her head, he attached the cuff clip to the hidden hook on the headboard. She had been restrained on this bed many times, but tonight he wanted the freedom to turn her over without untying her hands if he felt the need. He did restrain her ankles to the corner posts.

Caitlin felt Jon sit down on the bed beside her. His hands moved over her body, caressing and kneading. She tried to forget the mask and pretend that her eyes were just closed because they were closed. By degrees, she relaxed under his gentle touch.

"Stay right here, my pet. I'll be back in a minute or two. There are a few things I need to get."

Jon left the room smiling and hurried to get the items he wanted. He returned quickly, took off his shoes, socks, and shirt, and sat on the bed beside her again. He put a small bowl of ice chips on the nightstand, took the feather he gotten from his dresser and ran it up her side, across her chest, and back down the other side. Catie caught her breath.

"You see, my delicious slave, what the mask does? You can't anticipate what I'm going to do. All your focus will be on what you feel, not on what you see."

Jon continued to tease her with the feather, touching her cheek, nipples, and stomach.

"What is it, pet? What is touching you?"

"A feather, master," she replied tentatively.

"Tell me how it feels," he chuckled as he continued to brush her body with it.

"Soft. It kind of tickles, but not quite," she whispered breathlessly as Jon pulled the feather up the inside of her thigh and between her already wet vulva.

Jon chuckled as he picked up a crop and lightly tapped her nipple.

"And this, love?"

"A paddle?"

"It's a crop, love, a riding crop."

He ran the edge between her legs, applying a little pressure on her clitoris. She gasped and arched her back when he started to tap it almost tenderly. He teased her for a while before picking up a soft leather whip. He pulled it over her body, giving her soft little flicks, then laid it aside. He picked up a piece of ice and held it to her nipple.

"And this, love?"

"Ice!" she shrieked.

"And how does the ice feel, pet?"

"Cold!" she cried out trying to move away from his hand.

"Perhaps I need to warm you up, love," he laughed, and bent his head down to take the cooled nipple into his mouth. He sucked until it warmed and hardened in his mouth. He alternated ice and his mouth on each nipple several times, then moved down her body, licking the melted ice he had dribbled on her. She wiggled and tried to move away, but he just chuckled. He took his time at her navel, thrusting his tongue in and out. In the back of his mind, he thought a piercing would be nice right there with her birthstone dangling from a chain.

He picked up the crop again, tapped her nipples a bit harder, put ice on them, and drew each in his mouth again. Lightly, almost teasingly, he had avoided her cunt, but he had no trouble reading her body. She arched her back and pleaded. She had forgotten all about the mask and wanted him to make love to her. And he wanted that too, but not yet. It was too soon.

"Please..."

"Please what, pet?"

"Please..."

She still had trouble asking for what she wanted even when he gave her permission to speak. He knew what she wanted, but...

"What, pet? What do you want?"

"Please, master," was all she could get out.

He continued to tap her nipples or rub bits of ice on her while she squirmed with need. He knelt between her legs, opened her with one hand, and held a piece of ice to her clit.

"Oh, ohhhhh."

He took her clitoris into his mouth and laved his tongue against it, over and over. She was near. He moved his mouth to her thigh.

"No, no."

He laughed and took her distended clitoris into his mouth. He marveled at how enlarged it would get during her arousal. He had never made love to a woman whose clitoris got as distended as hers. Her nipples would harden to fat eraser size and her clitoris was at least half-inch long when aroused. Absently, he wondered what a nice bar would look like in her hood. What was with him and piercings today, he thought.

"Tell me what you want, my darling little slave. You can have what you want, but you have to ask for it. What is it that you want?"

"You, I want you to..." she couldn't say the words even now. But as he kept her on the edge, she finally cried out, "I want you to fuck me, to let me come. Please master, please."




Saving Caitlin Ch. 03



She had finally said it. Jon smiled and this time, when she was near, he didn't stop or slow down. He slid another finger into her cunt, thrust hard, and took her over that peak she so desired. As her muscles quivered, he quickly got off the bed and finished undressing. He pushed an ice chip into her still quivering heat and entered her in one hard thrust, warming her up again.

Much later, after he had taken her—he had been so hard at that point, he was in pain—he removed the restraints. He held her in his arms in bed with only her collar on. She was curled around him with her hand on his stomach and her head on his chest. He was stroking her hair.

"How'd you like the mask?" he chuckled.

She was silent for a moment before answering. "I know it was silly to be so afraid of being blindfolded," she said seriously. "Carl did so many awful things to me and that really was the least of them. I think when you tied me to the bed that first day and gagged me, I was still in shock and so afraid I didn't have time to panic about those things. You'd already done them so I wasn't as afraid when you did them again. But you didn't do a mask those first few days, so that was what I associated with Carl."

"And now?"

"I think I'll be okay," she lifted her head and smiled at him.

"So you're okay with anything I might do now?"

"Well..."

"I'll never hurt you, my beautiful little slave. I hated all those bruises on you those first weeks."

"I know. I could see it in your face when you'd put that antibiotic cream on me."

They were silent for a few minutes before Jon rolled her to her back again. He suckled her breasts, slowly arousing her with his mouth and hands again. He rolled to his back, pulling Catie with him.

"Ride me, Caitlin."

She took him into herself, put her hands on his chest, and rode him. She was free to enjoy him. He liked her tied when he had sex with her. She so seldom got to be in control, to touch him. She wanted to please him. She was his and she accepted that, but couldn't say why it didn't bother her anymore. She only knew it was true. He reached up and took her breasts in his hands. She moaned and let her head fall back. Her climax this time was not as violent as before.

The Red Corset and a Christmas Surprise

"I got you something to wear with the mask, pet."

Jon had purchased a soft sleep-like mask couple of weeks before when they were looking for Christmas ornaments. He had a more restrictive bondage mask in the playroom cabinet, but she panicked so completely, he had to stop when she cried 'Red'. But Catie was so excited about putting up a tree, she didn't even notice when he put the mask on the counter with the ornaments when he paid.

He finally got this new mask on her last weekend. He got on a popular bondage gear site on the Internet that same evening and express-ordered the Merry Widow, gloves and a bit gag. They had come in the mail yesterday. He bought the corset to match the mask and thought it would fit the Christmas spirit if he decided to use it instead of the bridle or in addition to the bridle. He also purchased a pair of black, thigh high pony boots.

Caitlin looked at him from the sink as she finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher.

"It's something I want to see you in, then I'm going to take your picture. It'll be a Christmas picture for my office. Then I'm going to fuck you breathless."

He had her in a 'state' before he even began to play in earnest. The first things she saw when he lead her to the bedroom were the red satin corset and pony boots.

"Put on the boots, then I'll help you with the Merry Widow," he said.

He had her step into the corset after she pulled on the boots. He moved behind her and slid his hands around her, adjusting until it was positioned correctly.

"Lean forward, Cate, and put your hands on the bedpost." Jon took the cords and started pulling them snug, giving her a bit more waist to accent her slender hips. "Suck in. Yes, that's the way. Lovely."

He had picked up black, lacy, thigh-high hose and black shoes to match another outfit he had chosen earlier in the week. She would wear those later this evening. The outfit was a black cocktail dress for the office Christmas party he hadn't told her about. He knew, without a doubt, that she would worry, so he intended to tell her right before they had to leave. He smiled about it and turned his attention back to the pretty picture she presented in the corset.

They had put up the tree today before he started working on a program in his office while Catie fixed lunch.

"Here, love, put these on," he said as he handed her a pair of wrists cuffs after she pulled on the long gloves.

"Lovely."

He pulled her gently in front of the full-length mirror he put on the back of the closet door as he did so often when he began a scene. He took off the collar she wore at home, replacing it with a black velvet choker. A teardrop ruby nestled at the hollow of her throat.

"You are beautiful, my sweet slave," he whispered.

He was standing behind her with his hand circling her waist. He caressed her down to the bare skin of her hips at the bottom of the corset to her thighs and back up to her exposed breasts. He took a nipple in each hand and played with them as he whispered to her while his tongue caressed the whorl of her ear. Her breasts seemed to swell in his hands and her nipples became impossibly hard. He could feel her relax by degrees. 

"Come into the living room. I want to take your picture by the tree."

He had her pose while hanging an ornament on the tree and while bending with a package to place under the tree. Both pictures were in profile, showing a bit of perky breast and a hint of vulva. Her face was flushed with arousal. After a couple of different shots, he took her back to the bedroom.

He again fondled her breasts and caressed her cunt. When she leaned back against his chest with a moan, he gently pulled her arms back behind her and hooked the cuffs to a ring high on the back of the corset.

"Come lean over the bed."

Jon helped her into the position he wanted with her torso on the bed, head turned away from him and legs spread wide. He gently rubbed her slit. Quietly, he pulled a small tray out from under the bed, picked up a slender vibrator and started teasing her clitoris.

"You may rub against the vibe and even come, but you are not allowed to make a verbal response with the exception of moans of pleasure. But no talking, not even a safe word, Caitlin, because I'm not going to hurt you in any way."

As he was talking, he was gently finger fucking her. He pulled his wet fingers out of her cunt and softy rubbed them against her other orifice. When she gasped and tried to pull away from his fingers, he just put his other hand on the small of her back.

"Shh, love. I'm not going to hurt you. Press down against the vibe, Cate."

He kept one hand on her back. He squeezed a generous amount of lube from the already opened tube onto a strange looking U-shaped butt plug. It was only about three inches long, but one side of the U was less than a half inch across, widening to about an inch before the flange curved around and back up. It was on that side from the tip to the flange he applied the lubrication. He rubbed his lubed finger on her opening.

"Relax, Caitlin. It is very small and will slide in easily if you relax. That's the way."

He had a plug in her a couple of times this last month. He knew one day he would take her ass. Not today, but one day. She finally relaxed and he slowly pushed the plug into her. He picked up a cloth and wiped off his fingers. He picked up a multi-tailed whip with a small tube handle that slid over the U part of the plug on the outside of Cate's body.

"Stand up, Caitlin," Jon said as he helped her up from the bed. "I have just a couple more things."

For a moment, she forgot about the intrusion in her back end as Jon once again positioned her in front of the mirror and toyed with her breasts. When her nipples were hard again, he pulled a small chain from his pocket and attached a clamp to each. The chain connecting the two clamps had little bells hanging from it and when she walked, they jingled sweetly. The clamps weren't on exceptionally tight, but the slight pain shot pleasure down to her core. When she moaned, Jon's grin widened.

"One more thing," he said and reached for the bit-bridle harness he had purchased with the U plug and tail. Her eye flew to his and he smiled. "Open your mouth, my little pony, so we can complete the outfit."

He could tell she didn't want to open her mouth, but she was, indeed, a well-trained slave and did as she was told. He slipped the bridle gag into her mouth, pulled the harness over her head, adjusted the chin strap, and buckled the straps behind her head. Two little pony ears were attached to the side straps, completing the look.

"Look at you, Caitlin. I want to take another picture or two. I'm going to call them 'Santa's sweet pony'."

He could tell she was embarrassed and maybe even a little humiliated, but there was a good dose of excitement and arousal too. And the pink blush was perfect for the picture.

By the time he had positioned her in front of the tree a couple of times, always being sure to gently tug on the chain or rub her clit, she was in a high state of arousal. She hadn't cum when she had the opportunity while leaning the bed. She had been too worried about the plug to concentrate on the vibe and get herself off, which was just as well because he loved keeping her on edge for as long as possible.

"I think I might have to train you as a pony slave. I went to a pony showing once when I was in California a few years ago. I think you would have a real chance at being one of the top ponies in a show. I might have to build a stall in the back yard."

He couldn't keep the laughter inside and finally roared when she went from flushed to absolutely pale.

"I'm just kidding, Catie. No one gets to see you like this except me," he said through his chuckles. "But you really are a sight to behold like this. We may have to have some pony play—just us, of course."

After her color returned and he had taken several more shots in different poses and angles, he led her back to the bed. He positioned her with her back at the foot of the bed and tied her wrists to the posts with dark green scarves. Doing the same to her ankles, he stepped back to admire his property, his slave, his Catie. After removing the bridle gag, Jon whispered again that she was exquisite as he arranged her hair, and directed her eyes where he wanted them. He toyed with her nipples again and teased her cunt, asking her if she was wet for him. He kissed her deeply and before she could respond, he slipped the mask on.

"Silence, Caitlin, silence. Not a sound. Not a moan, not anything."

Then he picked up the camera and took pictures from different angles. He even knelt on the floor to take one. He teased her slowly with the vibrator until she was tugging on the restraints. He placed his hand on her hip to hold her still as he concentrated on her clitoris, and when she was almost sobbing, he brought her to climax.

It was late in the afternoon when he had untied her and took off all but her new collar. He was holding her and told her they should nap a while. She was near sleep when she asked, "Uhm, the pictures, what are you going to do with all the pictures you took of me?"

"Why, I'm going to enjoy them, of course." He kissed the top of her head, then answered what he knew she was really asking. "You already know I have one on my office wall. I enjoy looking up and seeing you. I plan to frame at least one of the photos I took last week when I finally got that mask on you and another from the pictures I just took. But to answer your question, I'll save the best on the computer that isn't networked to the others. It doesn't have Internet capacity.

"No one can get to those pictures unless they're on that computer. You can't get them from another computer. The file is password-protected and, if by chance someone would try to break into it, there are several files that will self-destruct. That file is one of them. I have a disk back-up, but it is well secured. Those pictures are for my enjoyment only, Catie. If and when we do entertain here, those pictures will be replaced for the night with ones that will not embarrass you. Now go to sleep, we're going out for supper."

~*~*~

"I want you to go take a bath. I have something new for you to wear tonight when we go out. It'll be on the bed waiting for you."

He laughed and kissed her forehead, then her lips when he saw her suspicious look. Jon ran the water in the tub himself. And washed her himself.

"It's so beautiful," Catie whispered in awe when she saw the dress.

"I hope it fits because you're going to wear to a party my company is having for their employees."

Caitlin's eyes opened wide and her face quickly went to panic mode.

"Shh, my love. The people at work know I have a live-in lover. You're on my insurance, I've mentioned you several times, and I've talked about remodeling this house and all you did. No one knows about our Master/slave relationship, Catie. That's between us. The people at work—they're just normal people, normal vanilla people. And we'll be a nice, normal, vanilla couple tonight. I won't leave you alone until you're comfortable."

The annual Christmas party was in full swing when they arrived. Caitlin relaxed after a while, but Jon limited her alcohol intake, which was fine with her since she didn't really like it anyway. He introduced her to several of his co-workers and asked an HR clerk to tell Catie about the college in town. By the time they got home, both of them were pleased with the evening.

Jon was even more pleased when he peeled the cocktail dress off her and made love to the woman inside it.

Catie Has Homework

Catie eyed the clock and saw she had about twenty minutes before the special came on. She had cleaned the kitchen after supper, spread her books on the coffee table, and started reviewing her notes. The class would be discussing the effects of society on the individual.

"Caitlin?"

Catie glanced at the clock and tried not to panic. Ten minutes to show time. "I'm in the living—"

"Silence." Jon walked in the living room, noted Catie's panicked look, kept a blank face and repeated softy, "Silence."

Catie's lip quivered. He knew how important this class was to her in building her confidence, but there was no mistaking his tone even as softy as he said it. She rose and took off her t-shirt and jeans, the only clothing she had on since she was barefoot.

Jon's eyes scanned her body and, as always, liked what he saw. He adored her. He walked over and touched a nipple with his fingertip. It pebbled immediately.

"Attend."

Catie immediately took the position and nearly sobbed, wanting to remind him about the show she and the entire class had been assigned to watch. His hands caressed her body. Her nipples hardened more and her pussy became moist. He attached clamps to her nipples and sat down in his recliner.

"Get your notebook and come here, Caitlin. Sit on my lap facing the TV. I haven't forgotten about the program you're supposed to watch." 

She walked to him, turned around with the notebook and pen in her hand, and he pulled her to his lap. He positioned her with her thighs over his. He pulled his legs up and spread his knees, making her as wide open as possible.

"There. You watch your show—in silence—and take notes. I'll just sit here and amuse myself."

He had his hands at her waist and she knew, just knew, he wouldn't leave them there. She resigned herself to this and told herself to concentrate on the show. He wouldn't be too bad, surely; he was the one who had encouraged her to return to school and praised her every accomplishment.

The show was an hour long and for the first thirty-five minutes or so, Jon just sat with his hands softly caressing her hips or thighs. It was distracting, but she was valiantly trying to block it out.

During the next fifteen minutes, she could hardly take notes and missed some things altogether as his hands kneaded her inner thighs, stomach and even tugged repeatedly on the chain connecting the clamps. He hadn't put them on tight, not enough to hurt, but tight enough that his tugs didn't pull them off. What the tugs did, though, was arouse her, sending tingles of desire to her core. His lips continually caressed her spine and shoulders. The kisses sidetracked her and made her want to scream...or moan.

Then the real torture began. With ten minutes left of the show, he began to finger fuck her, slowly, teasingly. And, as if this wasn't enough, as his fingers continued their maddening play, his thumb searched for and found her clitoris. Every time an important fact was being discussed, his free hand would find the chain and give increasingly more insistent tugs. Her hands were shaking. She couldn't hold the moans in, let alone take notes.

"Shh, love. I believe you're going to be tested on this. Watch the show." With the last sentence, his fingers pumped harder. With five minutes left of the show, his fingers plunged into her. His thumb worried her clit, his hand pulled the chain, and his lips nipped at her shoulder. He whispered, "Cum."

Cate dropped the notebook as a powerful climax shot though her. The credits were rolling when she finally opened her eyes. Her lips quivered again and she broke out in sobs.

Jon laughed and gently laid her on the couch before walking to the VCR and popping out a tape.

"Maybe, my pet, you'll want to watch this again tomorrow. You seemed distracted tonight."

He handed her the tape and gently closed her mouth with a finger.

"But it's late now so I think we'll just forget the TV and go to bed," he said with a chuckle. He lifted her into his arms and walked to the bedroom. "Besides I have a very serious problem you need to take care of. I'm as hard as a lead pipe."

Later, much later, he asked her if she really thought he would do anything that would interfere with her schoolwork. She just popped him on the chest. He caught her hand and laughed. 

The Diversion

He needed a diversion. The program was not going well. He need to step back, take a break, and try again later to find the error.

"Caitlin," he called smiling. He wanted to try something. He had thought about it for a couple of days after reading a story but wanted it just right. You never had another opportunity after the first time.

"Yes, sir?"

They had been together long enough now that she knew from the tone of his voice if this was a time she should answer as a submissive. It still amazed him how quickly she had taken to this life style and wondered again how she ever found the courage to run away from her stepfather.

Just as amazing was the fact that their life was not one of just D/s. Within a few weeks of her 'enslavement period', he had her call him Jon instead of sir or master unless they were in a scene. It just seemed right. In fact, their everyday lives had evolved more or less as other couples might.

He just watched her for a minute. He smiled to himself when he saw her nipples harden under his stare. He could arouse her now with just a look, a few naughty words, and a command. Sometime in the spring, he would start withholding her right - no, the privilege - to climax and see if he could get her cum on command only.

He never tried to train a sub to do that. From what he had read, it wasn't something all subs could do. He'd never had a sub long enough to even consider doing it. Catie could, and probably would, become very frustrated before she could complete the task or he gave up trying to train her to do it.




Saving Caitlin Ch. 03



For a moment, he wondered if he really would try to do that. It would change their mostly comfortable 'normal' lives back to more of a 24/7 D/s lifestyle, at least for a while. He would have to think carefully before he initiated it.

"Get the blue vibrator, take your shorts off, and come back here."

She turned immediately and went to do as she had been told. Since she only had to go down the hall to do his bidding, she was back in less than three minutes, vibrator in hand and wearing only her t-shirt.

He took the vibrator from her and pushed his chair about a foot or so from the desk. Pulling her between his legs, he had her put one hand on his shoulder and the other on the desk for balance. He then put her right leg on the seat of the chair. Her weight was entirely on her left leg now with other three appendages for balance only. He put his right hand on her stomach and gently massaged it.

"Are you comfortable, Caitlin?"

"I'm fine, sir," she hesitatingly replied.

"Good." He slowly moved his hand lower, lifted his left hand to her ass, and gently caressed the sweet globes, watching her face the entire time. The fingers on his right hand started to rub circles around her pussy lips, dipping in and out, slowly closing the space each time. She was smiling and her position opened her wide for him.

When she was good and wet, he slid the middle two fingers of his left hand into her heat. The palm of his hand still cupped her bottom. Jon picked up the vibrator with his right hand and put the tip on her clit. He rubbed across and around the bundle of nerves, slowly driving her into a frenzy.

It wasn't the first time he had his fingers inside her like this or used a vibrator. But it was the first time he had her stand in this position. He learned a long time ago that changing a position could also change the entire sensation. When they were in bed, Catie could just enjoy the sensations he caused; in this position, she had to concentrate on not falling. 

Her eyes began to flutter and her breathing was labored as she tried to maintain her balance. He watched her face closely, seeing the cords of tension in her neck and the sheen of perspiration at her temples. Her fingers tightened on his shoulder. But while his main focus was her face, he could see, or maybe sense, her leg trying to buckle. He knew she would be afraid of falling, but he had her. He wouldn't move or stop until he had to, though. When her jaw tightened with a tiny trembling movement, he whispered to her so quietly that she wouldn't have heard him if she were not a hair breath away from him. In her state, he wasn't even sure she had heard him—consciously.

"Come on, Caitlin, you're close. Let go. I'll catch you." He watched her face, but saw her elbow tremble. "Lock your arm tight, Cate. Let go now."

She gasped and her entire body tightened. She let out a stifled catch of breath. She would have fallen if he wasn't holding her up. He smiled; this was the way to hold a woman, he thought. If she were taller and heavier, he wouldn't be able to do it. But Caitlin was very slender and not too tall.

He had his left elbow on his knee and his hand still between her legs from the back. His two middle fingers were slowly pumping in her pussy. She was in the middle of orgasm when he slid his thumb in her ass. His right hand still held the vibrator against her clitoris, although now it was not rotating. It just kept her from coming down too quickly.

He watched her face and gently withdrew the vibrator, laying it on the desk. With his left hand still invading her body, he wrapped his right arm around her waist, gently drew her to his lap and kissed her forehead.

"That was ... that was ..." she tried to calm her breathing as she curled into his chest, laying her head on his shoulder.

"Amazing?" he supplied.

"Yes," she sighed.

He chuckled. Watching her was even better than he had anticipated. The only thing he really enjoyed about various Internet sex sites were the ideas they provided. He loved taking her a bit farther, doing things a bit differently.

"Lift." He slowly withdrew his fingers from her inner core. "Kneel, Caitlin." He licked the tip of one finger, then touched her lips with the two that had been embedded in her. She opened her mouth and snaked her tongue out. She licked her juices off his fingers before taking them one at a time and sucking them in her mouth. He would wash his thumb because licking shit was not his thing.

"Suck me, Caitlin."

She lifted her trembling hands and unzipped his pants. His cock was a rock-hard velvet pole pushing against his shorts. It sprang out as soon as she pulled them down. He remembered the first time he started training her to suck cock. They were in the apartment and she was still so fearful.

Today, months later with her training behind her, she took him in. She knew now just how to please him, how to relax her throat and take him deep. Her tongue laved him from root to tip. She teased him as he had teased her before finally taking him in fully. Her eyes sparkled as she watched his face. His beautiful Caitlin knew just how to touch him. Lord, could she suck. When he could take the teasing no more, he held her head between his hands and pumped in and out at his pace.

"Swallow," he commanded hoarsely. He smiled down at her as she cleaned him and tucked him back into his pants.

"I'm hungry. Let's have lunch." He pulled her up, walked to the bathroom and washed his hands. He didn't tell her that she could put her shorts back on so she didn't. Okay by him; he loved to see her bare bottom and smooth mound. 

Playtime

He walked into the house and she was kneeling in the living room as he had requested when he called her from work. She was naked and her hair cascaded around her shoulders, caressing the floor. The highlights made her honey-colored hair shimmer like gold. 

She had her legs spread and he had a wonderful view of her hairless pussy. She said nothing. She hadn't been given permission to talk. He crouched in front of her and ran his fingernail across her nipple, still not saying a word. Her nipple hardened by that soft touch only. He watched her face. He had a flash of those first days when she was terrified of him. He told her she would respond to him with the slightest touch and a certain look one day. That day had come a couple of months ago.

"Go to the playroom." Christ, he wanted her. It didn't seem to matter if he had just had her. Each time he had her, he just wanted more.

Without a word, she arose from her kneeling position and went to his study. She waited for him to open the secret door, then started down the basement steps. He followed her. She hesitated before taking the 'Kneel' position. He walked to the cabinet, removed her cuffs, and handed her all four. Still wordless, she put them on.

She had come a long way in the last six months. Six whirlwind months, especially the first month. He had rescued her, made her his submissive, started her training, traveled to a new town, and bought a house.

He decided that the transition was good. He didn't do anything much but straight vanilla sex until they were in their own home, some bondage as he had done from the first, a bit of teasing, but nothing heavy. Soundproofing was notoriously lacking in apartments. And this gave her more time to heal and learn to trust him. He also felt she needed to know that sex could be enjoyable and that every man who would have sex with her would not rape her.

In his mind, he did not see the sex they had as rape although she really had no choice. She did, after all, give herself to him for one year. She signed a contract. And from the first, he trained her in his ways, in his lifestyle.

He knew her body so well now. He knew where to touch her, how to make her cum, or how to take her to the edge. But he had not withheld her right...her privilege...to climax each time they made love. Each night when they made love, he made sure she was satisfied, too. Until this new training began.

While lately he had required her not to cum without permission, he never withheld that permission. She was so responsive to him. Now he felt that, with work, she would cum just on his command.

He might not be able to stop it if she had been fondled to the point of climax, but now he wanted to get her to climax without direct stimulation. Her training had started just this last month, two weeks ago, to be precise. She had not been allowed to cum since training had begun. He would take her so far, then stop caressing her just before the point of no return.

"Table."

She immediately rose and walked to the table. She turned and looked at him, then lowered her eyes and waited. Even though she obeyed his command, he could sense the sexual frustration in her every move.

He started to speak, but suddenly crossed the six feet that separated them, and stepped in front of her. He surrounded her body with his arms, pulling her to him in a bear-hug embrace.

"Caitlin, I'm so proud of you. You're a natural submissive. What will I ever do when you leave?"

Before she could answer, he crushed her lips with his. He lifted her to the table, placing her on her back with her head hanging off the end. When he tapped her mouth with his cock, she opened up and took him in.

He gave her a moment to adjust as he had taught her, then slid his entire length down her throat even as his cock hardened and swelled in her mouth. In slow even thrusts, he withdrew almost completely before pushing completely back in. He took her hands, intertwining their fingers and continued to rock against her mouth. His moans mixed with hers. When he could feel he would climax soon, he withdrew and pinched the base of his penis. He moved between her legs and pulled her down the table so her head no longer hung off the edge. He pushed her legs further apart.

"Open wide for me, Cate."

She pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her thighs. With her legs close to her chest, she spread them as much as she was able. She hated this position. She said it made her feel 'slutty'. He thought she looked delicious. Pulling a strap at the top of the table, he clipped it to her right wrist cuff and tightened it, preventing her from releasing her leg. He did the same on the left side. Then he took another strap from each side and clipped it to her corresponding ankle cuff. The restraints reminded her that she was his and he could do whatever he wanted to her.

He finally started to finger her clit and watched her face. It only took a few minutes for her to start squirming in the little movement the restraints allowed.

"I haven't given you permission to come, Caitlin." He put the fingers of his other hand in her already very wet, hot tunnel. "Do you want me, Caitlin?"

"Yes, master. I always want you."

Her breath hitched and he slowed his manipulations so she wouldn't climax. The tension he had kept her in for these last fourteen days was palpable.

Resentful even.

When he started this training, she was still attending school. Although it was only one class, he didn't want her frustration to interfere with her class work. So, while he had been planning this for a while, he waited until the week before spring break, hoping it wouldn't take long to succeed with this new 'assignment'. It was Friday and school would start again Monday. Her class met on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He had three more days. He expected to have to use every minute of it.

"Hold it, Caitlin. I haven't given you permission." He brought her up again, slowing again when he could feel she was close. Her back arched off the table and her breathing was ragged and heavy. He took her up again and slowed again. She was nearly sobbing, her face heavy with aggravation and frustration.

"Please, master, please. I can't take it anymore. Please."

No, Caitlin. You do not have permission to come."

He hadn't let her come for two weeks and she was getting very testy. After six months of orgasms nearly every night, she had been primed to expect an orgasm every time he made love to her. He had her play with herself, which she hated, for a required length of time, stopping when she got close to climaxing. He had her use the vibrator on herself every day and made her tell him about it when he came home, which she did in a voice that was just this side of earning herself a punishment.

He stopped touching her completely and he could see the resentment in her eyes and face. He turned away from her because he couldn't completely hide the smile that came unbidden to his lips. He walked slowly to the cabinet, giving her time to calm down. He took out a small pussy paddle. He snapped it across his hand and slowly walked back to her. He stood there a few minutes, then bent his head and brushed his lips across hers. He whispered in her ear.

"Come, Caitlin. Come for me."

She let out a cry and arched her back.

His cock was granite. He was awed while watching her climax, but he didn't immediately take her. He marveled that she climaxed at his command the very first time he tried. He had fully expected to play with her again, to take her up and withhold release at least once or twice again before she was so aroused that she would climax only at his command.

When her contractions abated, he saw shock on her face. He knew it was worth every bit of the frustration she had felt each day for the last two weeks.

As he walked to the other end of the table, she saw the look of triumph on his face. He pushed his fingers in and out of her heat while keeping his eyes on hers. Without missing a beat, he pulled his fingers out and pushed his cock in that warm tunnel. He circled her clit with his fingers, teasing her until he was on the verge of coming himself.

"Come, Caitlin, come for me again."

She screamed out his name and came again. Later, he pulled her into his arms and whispered laughingly in her ear.

"How was your day, love?"

Even breathing hard, she started to giggle, "Fine, sir." She had forgotten how wonderful it was to climax.

~*~*~

To be continued



Saving Caitlin Ch. 04



SAVING CAITLIN
by MaddieKim

Again I want to thank everyone who took the time to read this story. I appreciate the comments and the votes. I thought if one person likes this tale then I'll have done a good thing by submitting it. It seems more than one of you liked it, so again I say thank you to each and every one of you. Maddie

Part IV

Back to the cabin

When she saw the car coming up the drive, Ginny bolted out of the cabin and flew into Jon's arms the moment he was out of the car. He automatically pulled her into his embrace and she wrapped her legs around his waist. The kiss was loud and wet. Ginny laughed while she nipped his neck.

"God, Jonny, it's been too long. We've got ..." The rest of the sentence caught in Ginny's throat when she noticed Catie in the car. "I didn't know you were bringing someone." She wasn't mad...as a matter of fact, her eyes twinkled.

"Well, well, well. Todd will be happy," she continued.

"I doubt it. I don't share." He reminded her, "Except...maybe with you," he whispered as he nipped her ear. "Ginny, this is Catie. Catie, Ginny."

Catie stood quietly after getting out of the car. She refused to show her distress at seeing another woman in her man's arms. Her man. Catie realized that was exactly how she thought of Jon—her man. She remembered the reminder Jon had given her before they left the house and again in the car. Obey him without question or be disciplined. 

She had been with Jon for nine months now. She could only remember being disciplined a few times. Most of the time, the disciplines were very mild. Jon had tied her many times, used a paddle, whip or flogger on her. She realized that it only made her more sensitive to his slightest touch as he once told her it would.

Once he had made her wear only his collar and nipple clamps as a punishment. But that pain was a pleasure/pain that brought out her wild side, her need for him more. She couldn't understand it; she only knew it was true. The small tugs on her nipples, caused by the weight of the chain connecting the clamps swinging while she did the tasks Jon had given her, made her so aware of her breasts. Each tug sent a hunger between her legs and she was nearly frantic with need when he finally took her.

The truth was she loved it when he tied her up and made her fly. Before meeting Jon, she never knew that a man's simple touch could bring such pleasure.

She was still in awe when she thought about what he did to her and how he brought her nothing but pleasure. When Carl had done the same thing, he had brought her nothing but horror and pain. No, that wasn't fair. Jon never tied her, beat her, or terrorized her as Carl had done. Jon's touch only brought pleasure. This weekend was 'the final test of a true submissive', he said.

Now she was watching another woman in Jon's arms while trying to remain calm and stoic. The day before, he told her an old friend had called and they were going to his friend's cabin, the same cabin where they stayed after Jon had rescued her from Carl.

He worked a half-day so they left at noon. She was excited to return to the place where he had claimed her for his own, but she was also apprehensive. He had explained that these friends practiced a similar lifestyle to theirs. They would understand her position.

The test, he said, would be her response to him when they didn't have to hide her submission. It would include her appropriate response to his interaction with others, others who knew or would know immediately upon meeting her that she belonged to him. She didn't know the test would begin before she even got out of the car.

He had reminded her she was his and he did not share, but she must do everything he said this weekend without balking or hesitating. She must do it immediately. He would take nothing less this weekend. She must be very submissive. 

He may show her off and, if he did, she was not to show any defiance if he told her to undress. She would answer to no one but him, obey no one but him. She tried not to be nervous. He did not say how many people would be there, but this much was certain, Catie had not expected the old friend to be female, or that she would fly into his arms before his feet even touched the ground. But she remembered everything he had said, determined to make him proud of her.

Ginny cocked her head, but did not unlock her legs from his waist when she looked Catie over. Turning back to Jon, she said, "Well I guess you'll want the back room. I thought you'd sleep with me. I'm disappointed." She started to release her legs to slide down.

"Don't," he chuckled, pulled her tighter against his body with one hand. He aimed the keys at the car and heard the locks engage. After putting the keys in his pocket, he held out his free hand to Catie. "Yes, we'll want the back room, but we may just have to visit yours. How about right now? Come, Catie."

With his arm tightly around her waist, he carried Ginny into the house and up to the room he had stayed in many times. Ginny's room. Ginny was a bit shorter than Cate, but they were about the same weight, although Ginny had a fuller body with more lusty curves. Her weight was nothing he couldn't handle; he was used to carrying Catie. He didn't let go of Catie's hand until Ginny slipped down his body.

"Good, I see you've still got the table in here." He looked at Ginny as he spoke. "Take your clothes off, Caitlin." Jon pulled Ginny's broomstick skirt up, finding what he expected—a naked ass. Never looking at Catie, he pulled Ginny over to the table, pushing her face-down on it. 

It was a strange looking table, approximately three feet high and a foot wide at one end. It remained the same width for about three feet before it suddenly narrowed to four inches, continuing for another three feet. The legs were like a sawhorse connected to the table, but spreading much wider at the floor. Straps were attached to the back legs of the table. Catie didn't remember this table from their last visit, but they had used a different room. She watched as Jon bunched Ginny's skirt around her waist so that her stomach and pussy were bare on the wider end of the padded table. He positioned her with her pussy just hanging off the table so her clit could be fingered. Jon hooked the straps to her thighs, ankles, and waist to keep her in the exact position he wanted...open and ready. He walked to the narrow end and pulled up two cuffs attached by chains. He put them on Ginny's wrists, pulling the chain to stretch her arms under the narrow beam of the table. She was now immobile and taut as a violin string. Her breathing was already ragged.

Jon eyes never left Ginny. "Come here, Caitlin." He noted that she had done exactly as he commanded. He gave her a wicked smile and a wink, then pulled her to him. He crushed his lips to hers and gently pushed her back a foot.

"Unzip me, Caitlin, and make me ready. Are you getting wet, Ginny?"

"Of course I am, you fool. Ow..." Jon smacked her ass hard.

"I have a new submissive here and she shows more respect than you. Mind your manners, Ginny, or I'll get the whip before I release you."

"Yes, master. I'm sorry, master," but there was a chuckle in her voice.

Jon smirked, touched Catie's chin to stop her sucking, and withdrew his hard penis from her mouth. He had her rise and put her hands on Ginny's ass cheeks.

"Finger fuck her, Caitlin, and spread those pretty little cheeks for me."

Catie did exactly was she was told, but knew she was going to hate see his cock going in and out of another woman. When he put on a condom, pulled her fingers out of Ginny's cunt, and thrust his cock in, Catie knew she was right.

"Caitlin, let Ginny clean your fingers. That's right. Now straddle the beam and let Ginny pleasure you. Good. Lean back, Caitlin. Get into her face. She can't move. Good girl. Do her good, Ginny. Caitlin, you may cum at any time."

Ginny began licking Catie's cunt.

"Move a little closer to Ginny, Cate. She can't move to you. You've got to come to her. Ah, yes, that's right, baby."

He watched Catie's face for several minutes as he slowly thrust into Ginny's tight little cunt. He saw the confusion, the apprehension, then several minutes later, her orgasm as it rolled softly through her body. He began pounding Ginny hard when he saw Catie was nearing her climax. Jon started to finger Ginny's ass, pulling her moisture up around it. He pulled out and changed orifices just moments before the tension of orgasm crossed Catie's face. The sight of a woman taking Catie flying was intoxicating, and when Ginny's orgasm hit only moments after Catie's, he tensed and came, too.

Catie's back was against the narrow beam and Ginny rested her head against soft skin of Catie's thigh while Jon braced his hands on the small of Ginny's back. They stayed this way in suspended animation until Jon's breathing returned to normal.

"Come here, Caitlin." She immediately sat up, still breathing heavily. She swung her leg across the beam and over Ginny's head, and walked to Jon. He gave her a big smile, mouthed 'very good, baby, very, very good', and said out loud, "Kneel, Caitlin." He pulled out of Ginny's ass, pulled the condom off, went around to Ginny's head and swung his leg over the beam. "Clean me up, Ginny. Taste what you do to me."

Minutes later, Jon released Ginny from the table and gave her a mind-blowing kiss. He scooped the clothes off the bed, took Catie's hand, pulled her up, and started for the door.

"I'm going to take Catie to the back room, then get our bags. Who else is coming besides Todd?"

"Jane and Peter for sure and maybe Mark. If Mark comes, I don't know if he's bringing Krista. I heard they were last year's news. He said he would call if he couldn't make it. Todd is bringing someone, but I don't know who."

"Okay. See you in a bit." A moment later, he was pulling Catie down the hall and into the last room on the other side of the cabin. It was the same room they used during their first visit. He shut the door, pulled her still naked body into his arms and kissed her. He unzipped the pants he had just zipped moments ago and pushed her down on the bed. Following her down, he didn't even remove his pants all the way before rocking against her hips.

"You were perfect, baby. I thought it might be easier the first time to undress for just one other person. You did just what I told you do. That's why, love, I'm giving both of us a reward."

Then Jon's brows furrowed and a slight frown crossed his face. "I know I told you that I would never share you...that I don't share. So technically, I just did something I told you I wouldn't. I don't see what I just did as sharing, I guess. I think when I made that promise I was thinking more of sharing you with another man. That will never happen, Catie. I promise...not this weekend, not ever."

"I'll never do a threesome again, either. No man...and never again with a woman. I have to admit, though, Ginny's head between your legs was one of the most erotic things I've ever seen, but it won't happen again. For us men, we're such simple souls, seeing two women make love is a real turn on. I got so hard, I thought I'd come right out of Ginny's mouth and go right into you. Seeing your breasts peak as Ginny aroused you was hot. Your nipples got so hard, I knew if I reached out and touched them, they'd stab right into my palm, and when you climaxed, well, all I can say is it was hot.

"You obeyed me, my sweet slave, but I'll not ask you to do it again."

How could he talk so much, Catie wanted to scream, 'forget Ginny'. But soon she forgot everything as he slowly drove into her making her crazy with want.

He buried his face into the side of her neck and continued the age-old dance against her sex. His need for release having just been quenched, he focused on her; he could never get enough of her. She climaxed twice before he released his semen into her. With her, he didn't use a condom. He pulled them to their sides and held her tight against him, not wanting to leave her body yet. He kissed the top of her head.

"Is there anything you want to ask me before I get our bags?"

"Were you...are you and ..." she couldn't bring herself to say Ginny.

"Are Ginny and I lovers?" He pulled back enough to see her face. "Jealous?"

She blushed.

"Not now. We're just friends. Our temperaments do better as friends. Anything else?" he asked, smiling down at her.

She shrugged. "She's very pretty."

He chuckled, "Yes, she is, but not as pretty you, Catie, at least not in the same way. And you're quite a bit younger. Watch out, love, she may scratch your eyes out for that." When her eyes widened in apprehension, he laughed out loud. "I'm only kidding, Catie. Ginny is one on the nicest people I know. She's like a sister...well, maybe not a sister. I don't think I'd fuck my own sister, if I had one," he continued thoughtfully.

"Will I be able to do what you want me to?"

Anxiety crept into her voice as she thought about what had just happened in Ginny's room and her inward response seeing Jon make love to another woman. What would happen when they all were there?

"You just did. Mind me completely. I won't take you anywhere that you're not ready to go, Catie." Jon kissed the tip of her nose then ran the pad of his thumb lightly across her bottom lip before he kissed her so tenderly, Catie sighed. "No more threesomes, Catie. You're mine."

She looked at him a bit doubtfully and he chuckled at her trepidation. Then he got a very strange look on his face, she was his, damnit—but only for a few more months. He mentally shook off the feeling of loss that thought brought. He gently kissed her before getting up and zipping his pants.

"I'm going to get our bags. I want you to be wearing a dress when they come. Why don't you take a quick shower?"

~*~*~

"Jesus, it's been years since we've all gotten together. You were the baby, Jon, and now look at you. You make more than all the rest of us put together."

"Hardly, Todd, but I do okay."

Todd eyed Catie with open appreciation and lust that made her uncomfortable. Jon noticed both and said nothing, but let his thumb caress the back of her hand as he held it. It was just after lunch and they were out on the deck overlooking the lake. Jane and Peter had arrived just before supper the previous night. Todd and a girl named Susie arrived sometime very late after Jon had taken Catie to bed. Mark had arrived mid-morning. He had come alone.

Catie liked Jane right away even though she was older and so much more poised. She was feeling less intimidated by Ginny. Susie was an enigma and Catie didn't know what to make of her. She didn't seem to fit in with the rest of them, but Catie supposed she herself didn't fit in yet either. It was the first time for both Susie and Catie. Jon told her at every opportunity that she was doing fine and she should join in the conversation any time she felt comfortable.

"How'd you met Jon, Catie?" Todd was determined to find out all he could about their relationship.

Jon thought Todd was a probing bastard. He thought his relationship with Catie should be very obvious. Then Jon thought that it was natural to wonder how people meet even though he didn't care one iota how Todd met Susie or anything about their relationship. Of the six college friends, Todd had probably fared the worst both physically and materially. It was glaringly obvious that his fortune had not improved since the last time they had all gotten together. At thirty-five, his hair was receding, he had a beer belly, and he had the lowest paying job. He was still at the bottom end of management with little hope of moving up.

Even so, Jon and Mark were surprised Todd had such a drab girl with him. Todd usually brought the prettiest, sexiest girl...but not this time. Ginny was a redhead, green-eyed beauty with lush curves, inviting breasts, and enticing thighs. Jane was more of a reserved willowy beauty, understated and quiet, calm and serene; there was a lot of sex appeal hidden under her quiet good looks. Both Ginny and Jane were in their early thirties, three years older than Jon.

Caitlin had regained the weight she had lost when she was with Carl. She worked out with Jon—which she hated—making her slender figure curve nicely. Her hair reached nearly to the small of her back. The natural streaks caused from the sun while working in the yard, along with the salon highlights, brought out just enough blond to be alluring. Her legs were enviable. Jon knew he had found a diamond in the rough nine months ago...had it really been nine months?...and he had been right. Todd was drooling all over himself.

Since their college days when Ginny had inherited the cabin from her grandfather, they had been getting together a couple times a year. In college, they had found a common bond in many of their interests, including D/s. Jon and Ginny had paired up several times, but it didn't work because both had the need to be the dominant partner. Peter and Jane met and started dating in college. Their BDSM interest was casual and between the two of them only. They were less into submission and more into bondage. It seems little Janie liked being tied up during sex, but was pretty much her own woman any other time. That was fine with Peter. Like Jon, Peter did not share. Jane would have never have agreed to it and Peter never found it stimulating for his sub to be with another. 

Neither Mark nor Todd was averse to sharing, but Mark took the hint and never infringed on Jon or Peter. Ginny, who never found Mark unattractive, had paired up with him immediately when he came alone. After realizing that Jon was not going to make a threesome the entire weekend, she would have doubled with Todd if Mark had not come. Seeing the change in Todd, she was very glad she didn't have to. Ginny found it harder to watch Jon than she thought after last night. Jon was in love and didn't even know it. Ginny smiled knowingly to herself. Maybe it was the click she felt with Mark that helped her get past that little bit of longing, accepting that she and Jon weren't meant to be. A little smile played around her mouth when she realized she and Jon were never meant to be a couple. If they were meant to be, they'd have made a go of it years ago. The little sadness didn't last long as she wondered about her feelings for Mark. It seemed his feelings for her had changed since the last time they had gotten together. That was something they would have to explore this weekend and she smiled as she tuned back to the conversation.

"He was my knight in shinning armor and rescued me from the dragon," Catie answered Todd's question while smiling at Jon who held her in his lap. Jon laughed appreciatively. She had answered well by not revealing she had been kidnapped by Carl, Jon's part in freeing her, or anything that still made her uncomfortable.

"Well, that's a little ambiguous," Ginny chirped.

"I met her just before I started this new project and she's been with me ever since. I think we do well together," Jon replied, caressing Catie's thigh.

Yeah, Ginny thought, he was hooked. She wondered how long it would take him to realize it.

"I've heard you bought a house," Peter inquired. "I never thought you would settle down. Now it looks like Todd's the nomad." Todd glared at him. "Sorry, buddy, but it's true. How many jobs have you had since college?"

"No more than Jon."

"Ah, but his jobs are projects that move him from place to place. He consults, then moves on to bigger and better," Mark interjected. He and Peter both had good jobs with healthy incomes. "I've even had him do a program for Baker's. Do you realize I've been with them for seven years now? I may need you to add a few minor adjustments to that program, Jon. There have been changes to the retirement plan and some additional benefits that could be tracked better. Can you do it from home and not have to take time off your new endeavor?"




Saving Caitlin Ch. 04



"Sure. Fax me the particulars when you get a chance."

"Great. I'll get on it Monday. And you two," indicating Peter and Jane, "I never thought you two would stay together after college and two kids. You haven't showed us any pictures yet, Janie. I can't believe you didn't bring any."

Peter swatted her lightly on the ass, "Go get the pictures, honey. Show Mark what happens when you find the right person. Todd needs a diversion. He's eyeing Catie and it's making Jon nervous."

Jon laughed, "I can handle Todd."

"I don't need to be handled," Todd sniped at the same time. Susie hadn't said a word, but if looks could kill, Cate would be dead. Susie didn't like the way Todd was looking at Catie, either.

The small talk continued. Susie worked as a receptionist at Todd's previous place of employment. They had dated a few times and he asked her if she wanted to come with him for the weekend. What she didn't say was that sex with him was rough, but she liked it that way, and she wanted a husband. They could have told her he wasn't a good bet and they knew sex with Todd was rough. They all practiced that lifestyle to some extent.

Ginny was an investment broker and getting away to the cabin periodically rejuvenated her. She worked long hours and didn't have much of a personal life. These friends meant a lot to her. She, Mark and Jon particularly had become close even though they didn't see each other as often since each had taken jobs in different states. Mark had moved closer a couple of years ago after his company transferred him to this location. Now that Jon was only an hour away, Ginny was looking forward to more times together. When Jon had called last fall to use the cabin for a few days, she didn't know he had a girl with him. He had just said he needed a few private days before starting his new job. With their different schedules, this was the first time they been able to get together.

Jane had started a small daycare after the kids came and it suited her fine. Peter helped with all the paper work. With Jane's degree in education and the programs she started for the kids, she had a waiting list of parents trying to get their kids enrolled. Cate found the discussion about the daycare fascinating. Jon picked up on Catie's interest immediately and asked a lot of questions.

The afternoon seemed to slip by without notice. Catie enjoyed the camaraderie of Jon's friends. She knew she was the youngest, but they didn't treat her like a bimbo. She didn't have the same type of education, but she felt she was smarter than Susie. Jon seemed to think so, too, and told her so in a private moment when he was praising her. He took time, of course, to kiss her and nibble her ear. He realized that he liked showing her off more than he thought he would. And she was holding her own in almost every conversation. He was glad he had talked her into taking classes at the junior college. She had only taken two classes so far, acing both. She was signed up for two more classes for the summer session.

"Hey, Jon, you going to help with these burgers or does Peter have to do it all?" Ginny handed Peter a plate of hamburger patties as Janie brought condiments out to the picnic table.

"Catie, would you like to help me in the kitchen? Susie, you can get drink orders," continued Ginny.

Catie walked into the kitchen with Ginny, emptying bags of chips into baskets, and taking the potato salad Ginny handed her.

"You and Jon make a nice couple. I didn't realize he was in a relationship. We haven't seen each other for a couple of years. I hope I didn't offend you by nearly knocking him off his feet when you first arrived."

It was the first time they had actually had a minute alone since arriving at Ginny's cabin.

"No, of course not." Ginny laughed at Catie's bewildered look.

"When Jon and I were an item, I would have killed any broad who did what I did." She laughed. "That's probably why we didn't last. I was too pushy." More seriously, "You're good for him. He hasn't been happy for a long time. Thanks for making him smile."

Caitlin didn't know how to respond.

Ginny smiled. "I think he loves you."

Catie almost dropped the potato salad and her eyes couldn't have gotten any wider.

"He hasn't told you. I didn't think so. I don't think he realizes it yet. Catie, I've known Jon for over ten years. He was just a kid when we had a class together. Younger than anyone else, but mature in so many ways and just a kid in others. He grew up fast, maybe too fast, then lost both of his parents. He's a good man."

"I know. I think I love him, too, but I just don't know. He's been kind to me."

"Kind?" Ginny laughed. "The two of you will find your way. He's a kind Dom. You seem to be a natural submissive. I wasn't; I fought it tooth and nail. I need...I'm not sure yet what I need." Then she chuckled. "I guess I better figure it out soon. I'm getting too old to go from one guy to another. Come on, let's get the rest of the food out there before Jon comes in and boxes my ears for corrupting you."

Later that night in bed as Jon was nibbling Catie's nipple, he said, "So what did you and Ginny talk about when Peter and I were fixing the burgers?" Catie was moaning, trying to free her hands from the headboard where Jon had tied them.

"Caitlin? What did you talk about?"

"You," she moaned.

He laughed. "I figured that. I want specifics."

"Ginny talked about your college days. Please, let my hands go," she arched her hips.

"You can't have what you want until I hear more, baby girl. So unless you want me to tease you all night, you better give."

"She thinks I make you happy and she's glad about it. Please, Jon, please, sir. I can't stand it."

"Sure you can, love," but he slid in to her, whispering for her to cum. She was so far gone an earthquake couldn't have stopped her orgasm. He didn't know she was so fearful of telling him that Ginny thought he was in love with her that she couldn't concentrate on trying to hold the climax at bay. She only knew that she loved him, too.

~*~*~

Jon wrapped his arm around Catie's waist, pulled her out of harm's way, and caught Susie's wrist just moments before her hand got into Cate's hair. Before he could do more, Peter saw what was happening and bracketed his arms around Susie's body, trapping her arms with his.

"What's going on?" Peter asked calmly in a firm and controlled voice. Jon was steaming and he needed to defuse the heat.

"She better kept her hands off Todd," Susie hissed.

"What the hell? She's not the one you should be telling. If Todd hits on her or you try anything like this again, I'll break both your heads. Understand?" Todd had been hitting on Catie all afternoon. Jon was tired of it and Catie was tangled up in knots because of it.

Todd came into the kitchen as the last of Jon's words left his mouth. He sized up the situation immediately.

"I'll take care of this," he said. He gripped Susie's wrist, pulled her out of Peter's arms, and marched her upstairs to their room.

Jon turned Catie in his arms and hugged her to him.

"It's okay, baby." He sighed and breathed heavily. "Come on. I need to walk this anger off. Thanks, Peter. You may have saved that bitch from a beating...at least a beating from me. We'll be back later. If Todd comes back down, tell him to stay away from Catie or I'll forget we're friends."

They walked in the woods for about half an hour before Jon said anything. Catie knew he wasn't mad at her, but kept silent just the same. She hadn't done anything to encourage Todd's attention and did everything Jon had said to do. After a while, Jon found a little clearing off the path and pulled her into his arms.

"I'm sorry for Todd's behavior, Catie. He knows I don't share. I have no idea where he found that bitch. If she so much as touches you, she'll be minus an arm before she can blink."

He sighed and kissed the top of her head. When he started nuzzling her neck, Todd and Susie drifted out of his mind. When he lifted the skirt of her sundress, Catie knew he wasn't mad anymore. He took her on the ground with the twigs, grass and moss.

"Let's go for a swim. You somehow got awfully dirty."

"I wonder how?" she giggled.

Jon led her back to the pier and simply said 'strip' as he did the same. When they were both nude, he picked her up and jumped in. The first time they were here, he had discovered she was like a fish in the water. He was pleased because he loved the water and had no intention of giving it up.

They came up laughing. It wasn't long before Peter, Jane, Ginny and Mark joined them. Everyone was nude. Ginny's tan showed she was nude most of the time. Jane would probably sunburn on some vital areas if she didn't put suntan lotion on like Jon was now rubbing into Cate. She blushed, but didn't balk even when he spread her legs and teasingly rubbed her clit when he applied the lotion high on the inside of her thighs.

"Hey, don't you dare put that stuff on my wife," Peter called out when he turned just in time to perceive what Jon was doing with Cate. Catie blushed furiously, but tried not to close her legs.

"Peter, you take the fun out of everything," Jon laughingly called back. "Come on, Janie. I'll show you a real man."

Janie just smiled and declined, as both Jon and Peter knew she would.

Catie soon proved to be the best female swimmer as they raced around the buoy and back. Jon loved watching her sleek body glide through the water. He swam up under her and slid inside her. Cate held herself tightly against his body, wrapping her legs around him, hoping the others wouldn't know what he had done. Mark took that hope away.

"Hey, Jon, is it warmer inside or out?"

Catie blushed again and buried her head in Jon's neck as he laughed.

"Inside, of course."

After the cooling swim, they all walked back to the cabin. No one bothered to dress since all were headed to the outdoor showers. It was a little chilly, but refreshing. The entire group was in good spirits. Jane and the guys donned minimal clothes, but Ginny, a natural nudist, stayed in the buff. Jon decided that it would be good for Catie to do the same. He could tell she was not happy about it, but did exactly as he said. He might not share, but he sure liked showing her off. It took him a while to realize he had a secondary reason.

Jon's temper might have subsided for a while, but he was still pissed. Keeping Catie naked would provoke Todd into doing something stupid. He was ready for a good old-fashioned brawl, but it didn't happen. Todd and Susie didn't join them again until supper.

By then, Jon had his anger under control. He let Cate wear a sheer open knit swimsuit cover. In Catie's opinion, the only problem was that she wasn't wearing a swimsuit so it didn't really cover anything. Jon thought she looked delicious.

Susie was much subdued. Todd stopped short when he saw the object of his obsession standing on the deck almost naked. He almost ripped Susie's clothes off until he remembered the visible marks from their rough sex after he used his belt on her for her stupid behavior. They weren't married. He could lust after anyone he wanted, he had told her. If she didn't like it, she could find someone else to put up with her ugly face. He almost relented when she cried and fell across the bed, but he banged her instead. She wasn't a bad bang once you got past her face. She had a pretty nice figure—not as slender as Catie's, not as curvy as Ginny's, but very passable. 

But Susie surprised Todd. When she saw Cate nearly naked and Ginny in the buff, she stripped too.

It wasn't like it was the first time one or several of them had seen each other naked. Hell, they used to have group fuck fests right out on this very deck. When Todd noticed Jon glaring at him, he moved his eyes to Ginny. Another looker, he thought. Todd's eyes moved to Susie and he thought, not a bad shape at all. Not bad at all once you got past the face.

Ginny thought it was safe to put the steaks on the grill when Jon sent Catie up to put some other clothes on, and he and Todd called a truce. Susie wiggled her ass at Jon, but he wasn't interested. If he had shown the least bit of interest, Todd probably would have been stupid enough to suggest a trade. Ginny thought, not for the first time this weekend, Todd was getting senile in his old age. Jon did not share. When would he get that through his thick skull? Maybe it was time to edge Todd out of the group.

The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully and soon, everyone was thinking of packing up since they all had to work tomorrow.

The Revelation

With his arms wrapped tightly around her, he rolled over on his back. He was still snuggly inside her and she now was straddling him. He loosened his grip, caressed her arms, then pushed her up so he was completely embedded in her.

"Ride me, Caitlin."

He cupped her breasts, rolling her tight hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Placing her hands on his arms for balance, she rode him. Her head fell back, her hair shimmering down her back and around her shoulders, drifting across his thighs. As she lifted and dropped, he could feel she was close. He could feel the tendons in her thighs against his hips, see the cords in her neck, and the little quiver of a smile appear. He heard her moan softly.

He knew he was close to losing control, too. When her head fell forward, he pinched her nipples hard and whispered to her.

"Come for me, Caitlin. Soak me." 

She fisted around him and he could feel the beginning of her climax, felt the ripple of her muscles contracting. Her eyes fluttered opened in a satiated gaze and the corners of her mouth quivered.

"Oh, Jon," she sighed.

With those two words, Jon thrust hard and ejaculated into her welcoming channel. She never called him by his name when he mastered her. With those words, he lost it while unconsciously reaching out and grabbing what he knew she was giving him—her love. Somewhere inside, unconsciously, he loved her, too.

The accident

Two minutes. Two minutes and he'd be pulling in the driveway. His blood was already warm and his only thought was getting his cock in a nice hot wet glove. Shit, he thought to himself. He hoped she was home. He hadn't called because he wanted to surprise her.

Maybe she'd be planting the flowers they brought yesterday. She wanted to put them in planters last night, but once they got home, he could think of only one thing...the same thing he was thinking about now. If she was in the backyard, he'd take her right there in the grass.

He told his secretary he was leaving early and he would work on the program at home. What if she was at the mall or store or somewhere else? It wasn't like she was expecting him and he gave her the freedom to do whatever she pleased when he wasn't home. He hadn't told her not to leave today. One minute and he'd know. Maybe she'd be cleaning up from lunch. She had school yesterday, so probably wouldn't be gone again today. Hell, he was driving himself crazy.

He kept telling himself that it was because she was so available and so willing. He'd tire of her before the year was out, he'd help her find a job, and set up a fund so she could finish school. That's what he kept telling himself. In his mind, he agreed. In his heart, he wondered how he would ever give her up. She had been his for almost eleven months and he wasn't tired of her yet.

He let out a little sigh when he pulled in the driveway and saw her car. He was quiet entering the house. He'd surprise her, wrap his arms around her, and take her wherever he found her. He walked through the front door, glanced in the dining room, and almost continued to the kitchen before he caught sight of her lying on the couch in the living room. He almost missed her. She so seldom took naps.

At the door, he just looked at her peaceful face. She was on her side with her back against the back of the couch. Her hair was a tumbled mess around her head that was cradled on one of the pillows she had insisted on buying. He thought they were too sissy; he had more masculine ones downstairs. Pillows she could kneel on or that could be pushed under her stomach. Pillows he used to put her in one position or another. His pillows were functional. Hers were sissy.

He nearly laughed out loud as he silently walked closer. He would take her the first time flipped over the arm of the couch with her ass in the air. He would tangle his hand in that beautiful hair. He was still smiling thinking of the shock she would experience until she realized who was flipping her over...he froze when his eyes scanned down her body and landed on the nasty three-inch gash on her left arm.

"Caitlin!" he cried out in anguish and before he thought, he had his arms around her, pulling her to his chest.

She cringed and cried out.

"Caitlin, are you alright? What happened? Why didn't you call me?" The questions tumbled from his lips before she could even think coherently.

"I'm okay. I'm okay, really." She tried to free herself and look at him. He loosened his grip. "I just—" she didn't get to finish.

"I should beat you to within an inch of your life for frightening me like that!" He could see that she probably was okay, but he could also see the pain in her face. "What the hell happened?"

"I think, before you discipline me, we should get this to stop bleeding. I thought it was through, but I guess not." She was pale, but gave him a weak smile.

He pulled back, taking a better look at her face, then at the blood running down her arm. He scooped her up, carried her to the bathroom, and put her on the counter. He was working hard to control his reaction and not panic, but his brow furrowed when he saw the deepness of the cut. He wrapped a towel around it.

"Hold this on it. We're going to the hospital." He scooped her up again and headed for the car.

"I'm okay. I'm okay. It just needs a bandage. Please, I don't want to go to the hospital!" she cried in panic.

"You don't always get what you want, remember? I get what I want. But since the cut doesn't seem to have affected your mouth, you can tell me what happened on the way."

He was back in complete control, his voice was stern. If his dominant side came out, she would respond in kind. He would use her training to take her focus away from the pain. He dropped her in the car, walked around to the driver's side, got in, and was on the street again before she could protest...not that she would. Now he was master and she was sub.

"Well?"

"I don't know exactly. I had finished cleaning the house. I was making some lunch, thinking about making a pie or planting my flowers. I turned and the glass just...just...I don't know. It was just there, and broke, and my arm was in the way." She peeked at him.

He just shook his head, pushed her hair back from her face, brushing his fingers across her cheek and neck.

"Jesus, Catie, you scared me. Let's get this taken care of and get back home."

"Do you think they'll give me a shot?" she whimpered.

"Probably, baby, but I'll stay with you. I promise." Then he smiled, "I won't beat the crap out of you until we get home." She gave him a weak smile. He had hoped for a bigger one, but this one would do until they could get her arm fixed. Then he would get her home and put his arms around her again.

~*~*~*~

"How do you feel, baby?"

"The shots hurt," she pouted. He laughed out loud. She was sitting on his lap and his fingertips outlined the gauze around the wound. The gash took fifteen stitches. She was scheduled to have them removed in a week. Since she had no idea when she last had a tetanus shot, she had not only been given a shot to numb the area around the cut when they cleaned and stitched it, but also a tetanus shot. He kissed the top of her head.




Saving Caitlin Ch. 04



"Thank you for taking me to the clinic and staying with me. I was afraid. I know someone my age shouldn't be afraid of a little shot, but I can't help it." She lifted her hand to touch his face, wincing when the movement sent a ripple of pain up her arm.

"Time for another pain pill. I can't believe you were sleeping when I got home."

"The nurse said it was natural pain blockers that the body sends out when you've been hurt. She said it doesn't usually last long, but she said I was probably in shock, too. I guess it was a good thing you came home early...Why did you come home early?"

It just came to her that he was home in the middle of the day. He didn't do that often and when he did, he would usually call to let her know he was on his way. His laugher this time was full of relief. She would be okay.

"It doesn't matter," he replied. He wouldn't get what he had come home for, because he wouldn't put her arm in further distress.

"Why?" she prodded.

"I came home for a little afternoon delight. Guess I'll have to wait."

"It's my arm that's hurt, not my other parts," she giggled. "I can still spread my legs."

"Not tonight. Just moving hurts your arm." He handed her a pain pill. "When I take you, I'm still going to beat the shit out of you for scaring me first."

"I'm sorry, sir," she whispered very demurely as a good sub would, but there was a sparkle in her eyes. He wouldn't hurt her. He had never hurt her from day one. Oh, he would tie her up, tie her down, use a paddle or whip, or do any number of other things, but he never hurt her. He never left a mark on her with the possible exception of a hickey or two. Even those, he didn't really like afterwards. He just didn't like the sight of bruises, marks, welts, or cuts. Maybe a little red butt now and then, but that was all. He never hurt her.

She would be asleep in fifteen minutes flat, he knew. She had only lasted ten minutes earlier this afternoon when they had returned from the EmergaClinic. He had taken her there instead of the hospital because it was only a few miles from the house. He held her, deciding he would carry her to bed after she fell asleep. He knew she felt safe in his arms and he needed to hold her to remind himself she was okay. While he waited for her to fall asleep, he thought about the doctor at the clinic. 

"Mrs..." the doctor started, but Catie interrupted.

"Miss Cunningham. I'm Miss Caitlin Cunningham."

"I see."

"No, you probably don't. We're not married, but we do live together," Jon said firmly. The look he gave the doctor said SHE'S MINE.

"Okay. Why don't you tell me how this happened while I start putting you back together?" The doctor pushed her hair away from her shoulders, ran his fingertips across the collar Cate was wearing, and shifted his eyes to Jon. Jon's look did not change; they said none of your business. MINE. Caitlin always wore her collar at home and he hadn't thought to remove it before taking her to the clinic.

Catie told the doctor the same story she had told Jon on the way to the clinic. Each time he stuck her with the needle, the doctor saw the way she held Jon's hand. He also saw the look of concern on Jon's face. He was satisfied that Jon had not caused the deep cut on her arm.

He also understood the collar. 

"Mr. ..."

"DeMarco. Jon DeMarco, Dr. Kimble," Jon supplied icily.

"I'll need to see Miss Cunningham back here in a week to take the stitches out. For now, why don't you come with me? I'll explain how to care for the wound while my nurse cleans her up and puts on the bandage."

"Jon," Catie was fighting panic. She didn't want Jon to leave her. He brought her hand gently to his lips, then brushed his lips across hers.

"It's all right, baby. I'll be right back. I promise I'll be right back. The doctor's through sewing you up. Just stay still and let the nurse bandage it. Maybe they have some Barney bandages." He squeezed her hand. "I'll be right back."

Her lips still trembled, but smiled when he mention the Barney bandages and nodded okay.

The doctor led him to his office and shut the door. "Mr. DeMarco, I believe I practice the same lifestyle that you do, if I'm right about the meaning of the collar Miss Cunningham is wearing." He waited for a reply, continuing when Jon said nothing.

"Cautious. I can't say I blame you. The vanilla world doesn't often understand us. Do you belong to any...clubs?"

"No."

"Neither do we, my subbie and I, that is. There are two other couples we get together with now and then. We've been looking for a fourth. I think maybe you and your sub would fit in, if you're interested. I'll give you my card. 

"I would be happy to meet with you at a time more convenient to both of us. If you have any questions, we'll have more time to discuss them later. I will say you would be welcome to visit before you make up your mind. We don't hold with cruelty." 

Smiling, he continued. "Both you and Miss Cunningham convinced me that her accident was just that, an accident. I found no other bruises, abrasions, or other indications that she has been abused. I assure you, you would not have been considered to join us if I thought you had caused that laceration. And I would have had no qualms reporting you to the authorities."

Jon was quiet during this discourse, then nodded and said softly, "I'd give my life for hers." And with those words, the unconscious became conscious. Jon knew Catie was his life; he loved her.

The doctor cocked his head. "I think you would. I have been married to my submissive for six years. I, too, would give my life for hers. Think about what I've told you and give me a call if you're interested. We'll talk more about what we do and don't do. 

"Oh, and give Miss Cunningham these pain tablets every four hours for the next day, then as needed. They'll probably make her sleepy. Take the gauze off tomorrow and watch for any redness. If there is any sign of infection, bring her back immediately."

Jon nodded, picked up the tablets, and went back to Catie. She nearly crawled into his arms when he returned. He picked her up and carried her out as he had carried her in. At the desk, he said to send him a bill.

Nearing the end of the contract...what will happen now?

He got one of Catie's homemade cookies and a bottle of Miller Lite, taking both to his home office. He worked from home quite often. It was efficient. He had three computers, a fax machine, scanner, two printers, and various other items that made it a perfect place to work.

Several pictures of Catie hung on the wall opposite his chair. He liked to look up and see her bound naked. The picture from November was still one of his favorites. It had taken over a month for all the bruises and cuts to heal from Carl. This picture had been taken a couple of months later. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders and her eyes had the glassy look she got after she had been well fucked. The hint of vulva that was visible was swollen and pink.

Two other pictures showed Catie in her red corset when he finally conquered her fear of being blindfolded. In one, she was putting an ornament on the tree. The other was with the mask. In both, she was flushed with arousal. They were favorites, too. A few other photos rounded out the arrangement on the wall.

Her contract would end in less than a month. He had realized for some weeks that he would never be able to give her up. Would she stay on her own accord? He couldn't force her. He had asked for one year. He hadn't anticipated that he would fall in love with her.

His eyes fell on Dr. Kimble's business card. He had met him one Wednesday on the golf course. He didn't play often, but it was a good neutral place to meet. He found out a little more about him, his wife, and the other two couples. They liked to play cards, have cookouts, and the like, but preferred to do it with others in a similar lifestyle. They wouldn't have to be so careful keeping their private life private.

Jon thought it might be nice to have other friends beside his old college friends, but he wouldn't want to start a commitment until he knew what Catie would do when the 'enslavement period' was over. It amazed him when he thought how long it had been since he considered her time with him as 'enslavement'. He would have to convince her to stay even if he didn't join the doctor and his friends. Catie couldn't leave. He didn't need the doctor's group. He did need her.

Since the weekend at the cabin and especially the kitchen accident, the slow changes in their relationship became more noticeable. As Jon nurtured and praised Catie, her confidence increased and Jon's dominance decreased. Catie had become her own woman. She had metamorphosed from a frightened waif into an intelligent, fun-loving, mischievous woman. It was like seeing a butterfly emerge from its cocoon and Jon loved every one of those changes. He would always be her master, but perhaps, in time, that dominance would only appear in the bedroom...if he could convince her to stay. 

Her arm had healed nicely, but left a thin pink scar. He knew it would change to a thin white line in time. She still couldn't remember exactly how it happened, but promised to be more careful and not daydream while in the kitchen.

He forced himself to work a few more hours, giving up when his stomach and the sounds of her in the kitchen were more important to him than his computer.

"Caitlin, come here," he called to her and smiled when he heard her coming down the hall.

"Yes, sir." There was laughter in her voice. 

"Change clothes. We're going out to eat. Put...you've already got a dress on." He barely noticed the twinkle in her eyes, but her smile took his breath away.

"Yes, sir. I will be happy to do whatever you want, but I just put steaks out on the grill. I was going to surprise you."

Smiling, he caught her in his arms. "Okay. I was just going to give you a break. I'd better go out and watch the steaks."

On the way outside, he noticed the candles, cut flowers from her garden, and fancy napkins beside the plates on the table. He smiled at her and caught her blushing. Music played seductively in the background.

"I wanted it to be special. I hope that's okay."

"Oh, baby, it's wonderful."

Later, when he danced with her in the living room to one of their favorite songs, he decided to jump in with both feet.

"I think tomorrow we should go to town and pick out your wedding ring. Unless you want me to pick it out and surprise you."

Her mouth formed an O but nothing came out. Her eyes widened and a tear slid out as she backed out of his arms. "Are you...are you...?"

"Catie, my love, will you marry me?" He hoped for the best, but started to drop his arms.

Good thing he had braced himself or they both would have landed on the floor when she flew into his arms and wrapped her legs around him. He automatically tightened his arms around her.

"Is this a yes?"

"Yes. Oh yes, yes, yes."

Later, when he held her in his arms, both naked and now breathing normal, he asked if she wanted a big wedding or something simpler with a great honeymoon.

"Neither of us have families to invite. Oh, Jon, do you think Ginny would let us get married at her cabin?"

"Caitlin Marie Cunningham, that is an excellent idea. We'll call her tomorrow. She'll be the first we tell. Maybe she'll be my best man."

"Oh, Jon, you can't. I want to ask her to stand up with me. She said you loved me. I've held on to that for weeks. I was beginning to think she was wrong."

His eyebrows lifted. "She said I loved you? When?"

"When we went to the cabin and all your college friends were there. She said you loved me, but didn't know it yet. Remember that night you wanted to know what we had talked about while I was in the kitchen with her? I was afraid you were going to make me tell you when you were asking me all those questions."

"But you didn't."

"No."

"Why?"

"I didn't believe her. And I thought it would be better for you to figure it out for yourself, if it were true."

"You're sneaker than I thought, love—and much more mature than your twenty years. But your instincts were probably right. I had to realize it myself. Actually, I've been wondering for a couple of months what I would do when you left. Maybe I've wondered that from day one. I should send that bastard Carl a thank you note."

She stiffened. "Oh, Jon, please don't."

"Shh, baby. I was just teasing. I won't let him within a hundred miles of you if I can help it. Shh." He pulled her close and rubbed her back. She was shaking. He couldn't believe she could still be so afraid of him. "It's okay, baby. Really."

When she calmed down, she asked what kind of ring he was going to get her. He chuckled.

Two years later

"Are you sure you want to try to get pregnant before you finish school?"

"I want your baby. I might not get pregnant immediately. Ginny has a baby. Don't you think Mandy is the cutest little thing? It's so neat that she and Mark finally decided they were meant for each other. Then Mandy came. I want a baby, too."

"Catie, love, don't have a baby just because our friends have one. Ginny is more than ten years older than you. You have plenty of time. I want you to finish school. It'll be harder if you have a baby and try to go to school."

Cate caressed Jon's cheek, bending to brush her lips across his. "I'll finish school, I promise. School means a lot to me," she said seriously. "My stepfather said I would never make anything of myself. He said I was a cheap slut, a whore, and stupid. I knew down deep he was wrong, but when I got hooked up with Carl, I thought maybe he was right. I was stupid enough to hitch rides, so I must be really stupid. 

"If I didn't think my stepfather would come looking for a handout, I'd send him a copy of my degree when I get it. He was such a bastard. In some ways, he was worse than Carl. Carl never pretended to be anything other than what he was."

"Come here, love. We'll practice making a baby." He took her gently and sweetly, erasing both the memory of Carl and her stepfather. He kissed her forehead, nuzzled her ear, sucked her earlobe, licked a line from her ear to her mouth, and dueled with her tongue before moving down her body. He lingered at her breasts, tasting and nipping before tracing a circle around her belly button. When he went farther down, she involuntarily bucked.

A long while later, as thoughts floated around her mind, Catie fell asleep in Jon's arms. She felt safe...loved...protected. Jon had rescued her from hell and gave her a piece of heaven right here on earth. She knew that no matter what life brought, she and Jon would face it together.

Epilogue

Mark and Ginny often invited Jon and Caitlin to the cabin, along with Peter and Jane. Once the children came, though, clothes stayed on, unless, of course, it was a childless weekend...and only when they were swimming.

Todd took a job across the country, seldom returning to the area. He was never invited back to the cabin. Ginny had heard that he was big into drugs now.

Through the years, Jon and Catie's life changed as life itself brought changes, different jobs, different locations, children being born, growing and leaving the nest as children do. One thing never changed, though—the love they had for each other. They continued their 'lifestyle' only in the privacy of their bedroom. Catie often marveled how her life had been turned upside down and Jon thanked God he went to Carl's for a going away party.

~*~*~

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