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The Pregnant Domina
by Tigger
revised copyright 1997


I watched as she struggled to lift herself out of bed.  I moved
to help her and was rewarded by an angry glare, which I ignored. 
She didn't stop me as I supported her back and took the off
center weight of her body in my arms.  Once she was sitting
upright, she slid her feet to the floor on the edge of the bed. 
She rested a moment gathering herself for her next effort.  I sat
beside her, still supporting her.  When she moved to stand, I
slyly added my strength to help her move her bulk upright.  A
near snarl, once she was upright, told me that I had not been as
subtle as I thought.  She knew I had helped, and she hated
needing that help.

Mistress Kyra Byers, the woman I love, was almost eight months
pregnant, and damned ready for it to be over.  The fact that she
had to face six more weeks of impending motherhood, combined with
the fact that the doctor thought she was not yet as large as she
would be were responsible for a lot of her temper.  The fact that
I was there to witness her incapacity, and worse, that I was
giving her help that she needed, made it even worse for her. 
Frankly, since that first day when I had moved in (well, in all
honesty, barged in) with her, she had done her level best to make
my life hell, to make me leave, I think.  I smiled grimly.  Not
in this lifetime, lady, I am where I have to be.

She shuffled off to the bathroom, her huge tummy forcing her to
counterbalance with a back arch that compounded her discomfort.
Resignedly, I waited for what I knew would come next.

"... Mark."  Her voice from behind the door was resigned, even a
little defeated.  It was killing me.  I walked to the bathroom
door and knocked softly.  "Come in, Mark, I know you are waiting. 
I can't get up."  

I entered the bathroom, to find her struggling futilely on the
low toilet seat, almost in tears.  She was furious with herself
for what she perceived as weakness.  Not offering comfort that I
knew would be rejected, I put my arm back around her and helped
her to her feet, letting go once she had regained her balance.  I
would probably pay for this later.

Once that particular humiliation was complete, she abruptly
dismissed me from her room and set about getting ready to go to
work.  Mistress is an executive administrator for one of the
large multinationals that had their home base in the city.  She
was training her replacement and would start maternity leave in
about four weeks when that was complete.  After the baby was
born, she had to decide if she was going to accept a promotion
that she had been offered, or whether she was going to take a
less demanding job that would give her time for her unexpected
family.  That choice did not make her very happy either.

She came down to the dining room where I served her breakfast. 
Milk (which she loves), iron fortified hot cereal (which she
loathes), a bagel with light cream cheese (which she tolerates),
and a chilled orange juice, but no coffee (which she craves).  I
sat there, drinking my own juice watching her eat, trying not to
cringe under her steely glares.

She finished the last bite of the cereal, and washed it down with
her entire glass of juice.  She patted her mouth with her napkin
and then got up to gather her bag and briefcase.  "Mark, I will
be a little late tonight.  I will want to test you after dinner,
so be prepared."

No surprise, there.  "But Mistress, we have class tonight after
dinner."  She hated Lamaze class most of all, and for the life of
me, I didn't know why, but she did this to me every Wednesday.

Her face clouded, and she collected herself.  "Very Well, then we
will delay the test until we get home." She gave me a smirk
reminiscent of her old, mischievously evil self.  "You will be
dressed for it, won't you, Mark."

I grinned back at her.  "As you say, Mistress."  She spun as
quickly as her tummy would permit and left for work.  Her parting
shot was her little reminder that "Markie" would be attending
Mistress.  Markie was my feminized alter ego.  Prior to her
pregnancy, Mistress had been trying to get me 'out' as Markie and
I had fought her every step, even to the point of using my
'safeword'.  When Mistress had fiercely fought starting the
Lamaze training (that her doctor insisted was mandatory for such
a petite woman), I had bargained Markie's debut among the masses
against her getting the training she needed.  Mistress wanted
Markie out in the world more than she wanted to avoid Lamaze, so
now Markie is Mistress's very terrified birth coach.  

So terrified in fact, that I don't even think about passing
anymore - I just do.  What surprised me was that none of the
women gave me a second look.  I guess a woman in the final stages
of pregnancy isn't going to look very long at anything resembling
a 'slender' female.  

The men, on the other hand, are another story all together.  I am
constantly under very close scrutiny at the class, by every male
there.  Only my whole hearted concentration on Mistress keeps me
from running screaming into the night.  While at class, I keep my
words pitched very low as I quietly coach Mistress, so my voice
doesn't give me away.  I don't think that I look unfeminine in
the sweater and jeans Mistress lets me wear (only because the
Nurse Midwife said "no skirts".  Mistress's first outfit of a
short skirt and heels was specifically pointed out as
inappropriate by the nurse.). 

But for all that, I can't shake the awareness of all those males
staring at me, evaluating me, and I can't decide whether it is
because they see me as the only non-pregnant female in the room,
or because my cover is blown.  Mistress, naturally, given her
normal disposition and her current mood, is no help at all.  She
just gives me a smirk, or an evil grin, and pats me on the ass,
or pinches my cheeks, then tells me to ignore them.  Yeah, right,
uh huh, sure, Mistress.

I first met Mistress a couple of years ago, when I worked for the
same company as she did (where she still does work).  She is
really a tiny thing, only five feet one inch tall, and not quite
a hundred pounds.  Her hair is black and she has always kept in a
short, saucy cut that hugs the elegant shape of her head. She
says that she wears it that way because it is easy to maintain. 
I think it is sexy as all hell.   Her eyes are startling green
against her almond complexion.  She is not classically beautiful,
but she is striking, and on the rare occasions when that
wonderful smile emerges, the world stops around her just to look
at her.

I wanted to date her back then, but she did not date co workers.  
We did become friends, and I learned to like her as well as want
her.  Later, when I left the firm to start my own business, I
asked her out again.  That time she accepted.  We dated for
several months and I began to get very serious about her.  To my
intense delight and encouragement, we were very affectionate
together.  We would pet and kiss passionately, but she always
stopped before we made love, much to my frustration.   That I had
been carrying an engagement ring in my pocket for weeks, just
waiting for the slightest indication she was ready for us to go
further, only made each smiling, good night kiss at her door
harder to take.

I am ashamed, now, to admit that I started keeping an eye on her. 
It wasn't stalking, not in the current sense, but I was following
her, and watching her home.  I started to see a pattern of men
visiting her at odd hours on weekends and on nights that we did
not have a date.  They'd come in, stay for an hour or two, then
leave alone.  Jealousy billowed up inside me, as I reached an
obvious conclusion.

This went on for over a week, dating one night, watching her
house the next as she would open her door to a man, who would
then leave a couple of hours later.  

Then, I exploded.

I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say that as
one of her visitors was leaving, I barged into her house, ranting
and raving - the proto-typical outraged male.  One reason I won't
bore you with such details is that I don't remember much of it.  
I pray each night that I did not threaten or try to harm Kyra,
but I do know that she felt threatened.  She retaliated
physically.  Not expecting it from her, I did not guard against
it.  She dropped me with one, well placed kick to the groin, and
the world went dark.

When I awoke, my groin was on fire, but I could not move to
relieve or attempt to ease the pain.  My hands were restrained
behind me and beneath me as I lay upon my back against a hard
surface.  I could not move my feet, either.  A weight settled on
my chest and made breathing difficult.  I opened my eyes.  The
weight was Kyra, but it was a Kyra I had never seen before.  When
I had forced my way in she had been swathed in a thick, velvety,
floor length robe.  Now, black lingerie, made of what I now know
to be leather, enhanced and presented, rather than hid her
charms.  Something that looked like my grandfather's razor
strops, but with a wooden handle was in her hand.  It was then
that I realized that she was nude below the waist.  The stiff
strap poked under my chin to lift my eyes to hers before I could
get more than a fleeting look.

"I am disappointed, Mark, disappointed and hurt.  I thought you
were different, that we might be building something together, and
you come roaring in here like some possessive, arrogant Lord of
the Manor."

"You're disappointed?  You're hurt?"  Every word was punctuated
in pain.  "I've been faithful to you, I wanted to marry you. 
Every night you aren't with me you entertain men here."

"We have been busy, haven't we?"  She scowled down at me.  "Well,
you would have had to learn before I could have accepted you
anyway."  Her words were strange, without meaning to me.  Learn? 
Learn what?  She continued without giving me a chance to speak 
"Since you have screwed up so badly, I will at least give you the
explanation you seem to want more than you wanted me."  It was
then that I first learned of Mistress Kyra, Domina.  Dominant all
her life, Kyra had put herself through school by working in one
of the better schools of dominance in the San Francisco Bay Area,
and now continued as a practicing dominant as a lark, a sideline,
a means of relieving the tension of her high powered position at
work, and because she liked it.  The men were her slaves,
submissives, bottoms - words I had never used in such context
before.  Men who gave her gifts and money for the opportunity to
serve her.  I was dumbfounded.

"We were so close, Mark, but you couldn't wait, couldn't trust
me, couldn't even confide in me."   She stood and released the
shackles that held my feet.  With her weight gone, I could sit up
and saw that the shackles were attached to the legs of the living
room couch.  "Come on, stand up, it is time for you to get out of
here."  I stood, still favoring my testicles.  Surprisingly
strong hands gripped me from behind and shoved me to the door. 
Something grated in the vicinity of what ever held me and I was
pushed out the door.  "The key is in the lock of the cuffs, Mark. 
Those cuffs have enough play in them for you to free yourself. 
Leave, and do not come back. Do not even contact me again.  We
are through."  The door slammed behind me, punctuated by the
audible clicks of two deadbolts shooting home.

As she said, I was able to free myself, but not without major
contortions.  My temper was still running high.  I pulled the
ring out of my pocket, and threw the designer jewel box through
her front window, then stomped off to my car and left.

The next day, a package arrived by special courier.  In it was my
ring and a note.

"I do not accept gifts from boys who have proven themselves to be
unworthy.

Mistress Kyra"

It should have been all over.  She had betrayed me.  Only it
wasn't.  The next three weeks were hell.  She scared me, she
really did.  I knew nothing about such things as she had told me
and when I went to the local adult bookstore to check out the
magazines and such on D/S, I was even more frightened of her.  

But I still wanted her.  And in the end, I knew that I still
loved her.

The turning point came when I realized that some of the ads in
those magazines were from submissives who were appealing for a
dominant.  I already knew her, knew her address.  I still wanted
to be with her.  I hoped she still wanted me with her, but she
was the wronged party.  I had to make restitution.  I had to show
her that I recognized her true worth.

In truth, I did not view myself as a submissive like those men in
the magazine.  But if such a submission to her was the way to get
Kyra back in my life, then that is what I would do.  Life as her
submissive could not be worse than the way I had lived for the
last month without her entirely.

I went to a specialty shop and bought a special, antique style
writing parchment, complete with a satin ribbon to roll it in.  I
wrote a letter on that heavy parchment in my very best
penmanship.  I considered paying a professional calligrapher, but
decided against it.  This was more personal, more me to her, than
that would be.  Besides, I did not think I could face sharing
this with someone else.  In that letter, I acknowledged my guilt
and my lack of trust.  I begged her forgiveness, and I begged the
opportunity to prove my worthiness by serving her in any manner
she deemed appropriate.  I paid the same courier service to
deliver the letter on Wednesday, and then waited by the phone for
the next forty eight hours.  I was almost in despair when the
phone rang at nine PM, Friday night.

Her tone was sharp and clipped in my ear, but she sounded like an
angel from heaven promising me one last chance at salvation.  "I
have received your request and I am inclined to test your
resolve.  If you please me, I may decide to permit you to
continue in my service as one of my slaves.  I will not give you
the chance to hurt me again as you did before.  The test I have
in mind is demanding and will require you to attend me for the
weekend.  You may need to plan on taking time off from work next
week to recover.  Be on my doorstep tomorrow morning at eight
o'clock sharp.  If you are not there, this is the last time I
will ever speak to you."  The phone connection broke and I was
left listening to the buzz of a dial tone, only then realizing
that I had not said a single word.

And then I was really scared to death.  One of the books I had
read told the story of a man who made such a restitution to his
lover and had been laid up for a week.  Could she do that to me? 
Memories of the pain in my balls and that wicked strap told me
that she was fully capable of it.  Would she do it?  I did not
know, but I would have to chance that if it was what it took to
be with her again.

I was on her doorstep as ordered and was led into her house where
she had me strip and then took my clothes away.  In the clear
light of now, what actually happened was comparatively gentle. 
Mistress knew how ill prepared I was for entry into that facet of
her life.  Looking back, I am sure that the real test was the
commitment to show up at all and then to stay until released in
the face of the ominous nature of her "invitation".  I spent the
weekend nude, scurrying about her house doing various menial and
humiliating tasks.  Of course, my performance never met her
exacting standards.  I was spanked repeatedly, but it was always
by hand, hairbrush or by paddle.  (a very gentle paddle I was
later to learn).  My bottom stung, to be sure, but it was not
hurtful, only embarrassing.

At the end of the weekend, she released me and gave me back my
clothes.  She told me that I had earned a place in her stable and
that if I worked very hard and pleased her greatly, I might have
a chance of something more.  I left her that night feeling that I
had done something important, although I could not put into words
what that was.

After that, I became like the men I had watched.  One night a
week and at least one full day every weekend, I would attend
Mistress in her home.  It was a full year of such training before
I had the courage to face myself as a true sexually submissive
male.  I am not submissive at all in other facets of my life.  I
am a demanding, but fair boss, I'm an aggressive player on the
tennis courts and on the links, and I am becoming proficient at
the martial arts.  It is only with Mistress Kyra, that such
feelings, such needs are set free to find expression and
acceptance.

It was during that training that I discovered just how gentle
that first weekend had been.  I met the strap (or perhaps more
correctly, *it* met me), and I did not like it very much - like
not at all.  Sitting was difficult that week.  I experienced
bondage positions that made me painfully aware of new and unique
muscle groups on the days following those sessions.  As ordered,
though, I had worked very hard to prove myself to Mistress, and
slowly, over time, I felt that she was again coming to think of
me as more than a member of her stable. Perhaps not yet as a
future mate I still longed to be, a mate who would be submissive
to her, to be sure, but still someone to be with her, to be there
for her.  I continued to work to that goal.

Our only disagreement was Markie.  After that initial year of
training, my first indication that Mistress was starting to value
me again was that she gave me a safe word.  Up to that point, my
safe word was to ask to leave.  During the second year, Mistress
discovered the female in my soul and worked diligently to bring
her out to play.  My medium height (for a male) and my slender
build, made me ideal (so Mistress delighted in telling me) for
cross dressing.  She trained me in cosmetics, in color
coordination, in mannerisms and in voice inflection.  She drilled
me relentlessly on how to walk, how to sit, how to flirt.  I was
trained to play the vamp and the lady.  She liked the vamp, my
cautious soul lusted after the vamp, but preferred the lady.

The blow up came when she decided to debut Markie, and I balked.
I was dressed to the nines in a very pretty party dress. 
Mistress herself had tastefully applied my cosmetics so I looked
far better than I ever had before.  Secretly, I was thrilled by
how I looked, but once she told me what was planned, I panicked.  
Never mind that she promised that the nightclub would be dark,
that it was out of town, that she would get us a private table or
that we would not socialize among the patrons, I simply could not
face the potential of discovery.  She pressed and I finally,
scared out of my wits that I would be cast off, but in too much
of a dither to do otherwise, code-worded her order.  She looked
at me in blank surprise.  I had taken intense corporal sessions,
strict bondage and other equally demanding tests without that
crutch being used.  She finally sat down and looked at me for the
longest time, studying me.

"Very well, Mark."  That brought me upright.  She never called me
Mark while I was dressed.   "You aren't ready for this.  Please
go change into your clothes.  We are done for today."

I thought I was being sent away for good.  I opened my mouth to
plead, but she kept on speaking.  "Come back tomorrow and we will
continue your training."  Then, she left me and went to her room,
locking the door.   It was not until much later that it occurred
to me that she was giving me space to recover.  The next day, it
was back to our relationship as usual.   And as Markie
progressed, Mistress Kyra's hints about a debut took the
direction of verbal teasing and humiliation.  I noticed that she
always watched my face very carefully at those times.  I suspect
that she would have had me out the door in a second if she saw
the slightest acceptance, but she never pressured me on it again.

Then came the night about 10 months ago, when we were in her play
room and I was bound on my back on a low bench.  It was an
incredibly playful session.  Mistress was in one of her teasing
moods and was thoroughly enjoying the game of driving me insane. 
She kept me on the edge of orgasm until I thought my heart would
burst.  I guess I was not the only one affected by her game
though, because the next thing I knew, she had taken me into her
hot, wet depths.  I thought I was in Paradise.  In all our time
together, the closest I got to making love with Mistress was the
oral worship which she loved and which she demanded I become
superb at.  All of my orgasms had been by hand - mine or hers,
usually mine so she could watch.  

The incredible heat, the velvety steel grip drove me wild.  The
bench creaked in response to my straining. I fought for control,
fought to prolong the joy of being one with Kyra.

She came, and the world went mad.  I was lost and out of control,
spurting jet after jet into her as she literally milked me in her
orgasm.

Mistress passed out and fell against me, my cock still softening
inside of her.  She came to slowly, then sat up and looked at me
quizzically, as if wondering how that had happened.  She got off
me and, after releasing me, sent me home, very confused.

I was not just confused, I was flabbergasted when a call came
later in the week on my answer phone.  "This is Kyra.  You are
released from my service.  Do not contact me or bother me again. 
This is good bye."

I had sat there, staring at the machine, playing and replaying
the message, wondering what I had done.  I went to her house, but
she would not even answer the door.  I went to her office, but
she went to the ladies room and then had security escort me out.  
I was inconsolable.  I did not know what I had done or what I
could do.

I started watching her again, trying to learn anything I could
about what had gone wrong.  The first thing I realized was that
no other men came to see her anymore.  In fact, no one visited
her anymore.  It was very curious.  Then, about a month after my
dismissal, she left home immediately after arriving from work.  I
followed her and saw that she went to a Doctor's office. 
Concerned, I waited for her to come out.

When she did, she was moving like a zombie.  She seemed confused,
in shock.  Whatever was wrong, she was in no condition to drive. 
I met her at her car and took her arm to lead her to my car.  It
is a measure of just how out of it she was that she let me lead
her off so docilely.  I drove her home, and settled her onto her
bed.  I brought her some soup and tea, and watched while she ate
it.  I was leaving the room when she started to cry.  "Kyra, what
is it?'  I dropped the tray and moved to her side.  "What is it? 
You are sick?  What did the doctor say?"  Now, I truly understood
fear.  Everything else was pale in comparison to the soul numbing
terror of losing her.

She looked up at me with tear filled eyes, and started giggling
uncontrollably.  "No, Mark, I am not sick, I am pregnant - and I
don't even know who the father is...."  She broke into sobs
again.  I gave what comfort I could, just holding her.  Finally
she fell into a fitful sleep.  I spent the night sitting next to
her bed, watching over her.

The next day, she tried to throw me out, make me leave.  I may be
submissive, but I am also strong willed about important things -
like Kyra.   She finally accepted me living there to take care of
her in return for my servitude.  In reality, she did everything
she could to run me off.  Everything got more intense, and yes,
more painful, but I stuck it out.  After she figured out she
would have to really injure me to make me leave, she resigned
herself to making me merely miserable and doing her level best to
humiliate me into turning on her and leaving.  That didn't work
either, but I have to give her an A for effort.

One particular stunt sticks in my mind.  I made the typically
male mistake of commiserating with her by saying "I know how you
feel."  Not smart, particularly when dealing with a woman who is
not particularly happy with me and one who has some very unusual
and specialized connections.

Three weeks later I found myself in a rubber body suit that
included breasts, and one thing more.  A fill connection. 
Mistress hooked me up to her garden hose and turned on the water. 
The rubber at my lower abdomen started to fill and in no time, I
was preceded by about 25 pounds of water that pulled me off
balance and put a tremendous strain on my back and shoulders. 
The addition of a maternity dress and Markie looked for all the
world to be about ten months pregnant.

I spent that entire day waddling about the house trying to
accomplish the daily tasks Mistress had assigned me, trying to
stand and sit without killing myself, and continually rubbing at
the small of my back.  The absolute killer was when she insisted
that the kitchen floor be scrubbed and waxed (by hand!.  My back
still quivers in the memory of supporting that off balance weight
on my knees and one hand while trying to handle the scrub brush. 
Before finally emptying the water balloon and releasing me to go
to bed, Kyra had looked me squarely in the eye and said, "NOW,
you know PART of what I feel."   After that, I got to be
"pregnant" at least one day a week after that, although she never
filled the suit quite *that* full again.  I got her point,
though, and made it my point never to be quite so placating
again.

The phone rang as I was putting the finishing touches on Markie's
subtle makeup for the night's class.  I answered it and it was
Mistress calling from her car phone.  She was running late and I
was to meet her at the curb.  This was new.  I would have to
wait, because she would not go if I wasn't there.  Another chance
for Markie to be out in the real world.  Damn, but she was good
at pushing my buttons, but she needed me now.  And I needed to be
with her.  It was that simple.  Leaving her would have been the
ultimate proof of my unworthiness as a man, in the best sense of
that word.  Taking care of her was all that mattered.

She met me at the curb, and pulled away before I even had my seat
belt fastened.  Driving was becoming difficult for her because
she had to sit so far from the wheel.  With her diminutive size,
she had trouble reaching the peddles and seeing over the
windshield.  Soon, I would have to chauffeur her around and that
ticked her off, too.  "We will stop at Tony's for a bite to eat
after class, Markie."   I saw her watching me out of the corner
of her eye, waiting for me to balk at this extension of Markie's
domain.  

I realized, to my surprise, that it did not bother me anymore.  I
pulled down the mirror on the visor and realized that I would
pass.  Mistress had taught me well.  I smiled and said "Whatever
you want, Mistress, so long as you follow Doctor's orders."  The
car gave a funny shimmy as she gaped at my acquiescence.  I just
smiled and enjoyed the rare feeling of having surprised Kyra.

Class and dinner went fine.  Mistress was starting to work harder
at her exercises and so that session went well.  Dinner was
punctuated by a return of my teasing, mischievous Mistress-love
as Kyra tried to get to me about being out in a public setting in
full drag, and how would it look for such an upstanding young
businessman if she were to give me away?  I gave her enough
reaction to keep the game going, but by now, I trusted her enough
to know she would not truly hurt me.  She'd sting me a good one,
but she would never do me lasting harm.

"Time to go, Markie.  You and I have a date with a paddle."  She
reminded me of the promised session.  I groaned, but rose to help
her stand and then follow her out to her car.  We never made it.

A large shadow appeared from behind her car and Mistress stopped
cold.  The shadow moved into the light of one of the street
lights and I recognized the man as one of the junior VP's at the
place where Mistress worked.  I recognized something else. 
Mistress was almost catatonic in fear.

"I have been looking for you, Kyra, ever since I got back to the
States today."  he said.  "You and I have business to complete
and then you are going to withdraw yourself from consideration
for the vice presidency."

He was big, this man, taller and much heavier than me, so he
towered over my diminutive Mistress.  But Kyra is a strong person
and she shook off the shock and color came back to her face. 
"You bastard, you complete, unmitigated son of a bitch," each
epithet was punctuated by a slap in the big man's face.  "You may
get away with what you did to me, but I will never step aside for
a slime like you."  Fury was etched in her every feature, her
breasts were heaving above her rotund tummy.  I had never seen a
more beautiful woman in my life.

Then he made a mistake.  He struck Mistress, knocking her down. 
His error was nearly fatal, because the next thing I knew,
Mistress was slapping ME in the face, while two strong men from
the restaurant held me forcibly away from the limp body of the
man who had hit Kyra.  From what I gathered after the fact,
sensei was not going to be pleased with me, because I had
evidently gone berserk and demolished the man.  "I'm okay, let me
go."  I said to the two men holding me.  Mistress nodded and the
men obeyed.  I walked over to the shuddering hulk on the ground. 
I grabbed his tie and pulled his face to mine.  Bleary eyes
opened to mine.  "If you EVER so much as breath in her vicinity
again, there won't be enough of you to bury.  Do you understand?" 
He nodded, and I dropped him back to the pavement.

"Hey,"  one of the bystanders said, "you're a guy!"

Slowly I turned toward the man who appeared to be ready to make a
spectacle of me.  I cocked an eyebrow at him and then looked back
to where the other man lay on the ground.  "So?"

Mistress interposed herself at this point. "He is my bodyguard. 
The other man has been stalking me, which is not against the law
in this state.  My guard disguised himself as a woman to try and
smoke him out for me."  She turned to me,  "I would like to go
home now, Mark."  I nodded and helped her into the passenger seat
of her car.  Ten minutes later, a very pissed off Mistress found
herself in the Emergency Room of the nearest hospital.

While I waited for her to be examined, one of the older nurses
brought me coffee and sat next to me in the waiting room.  "We're
pretty sure she is okay.  Just a bump and a bruise or two, but we
are waiting for the ob to finish with her before we send her
home."  I had repaired my make up after they had taken Mistress
away.  I'd had enough dealing with people seeing through me for
one night, but alas....  "You really are very good, you know.  So
subtle that you don't call attention to yourself, feminine enough
to pass the second or third look.  I assume she trains you?"  I
gave her my best blank, confused look.  She only laughed. 
"Sonny, I've been training boys to be girls for twenty five
years, and you slipped just a little when you first brought her
in."  This time, my look was real.  I had no mirror, but if the
heat in my cheeks was any indication, I was blushing fire engine
red.  "You were carrying her, silly.  Most women would not have
the confidence in their upper body strength to try that.  They
would have gotten us to send out some orderlies."  She smiled and
patted my hand.  "Not to worry, I'm the only one who noticed. 
Well, back to work.  She should be out in a few minutes."  She
grinned at me.  "And she is not happy."

I sighed.  So what else was new.  Come to think of it, Mistress
was probably getting some of her own back for bringing her here. 
She probably sent the nurse out to me just to embarrass me to
tears.  I relaxed a bit and smiled.  She wasn't too bad off if
her mind was working like that, and strangely, the little game
did not bother me as much as I had thought it would.  I strongly
suspected Mistress knew the woman.  Her own words about training
boys had the ring of truth.  So it was reasonable to believe they
knew each other and that my little secret was as safe with
Mistress's friend as I knew it was with Mistress.  She got to me,
all right - nearly scared the panties off me and embarrassed me
to my red polished toes, but it was not still bothering me. 
Mistress was taking care of me, even as sh
was comforting me.  She was mad as hell at
not hurt me, not really.
s mad as hell at

t hurt me, not really.
s mad as hell at
The drive home was not fun.  Mistress did 
entire ride, just sat and stared stonily d
her in the house and she stalked off to he
play room and got her paddles and brought 
She was sitting in front of the gas fire p
dancing flames in the still dark room.  Sh
looked up at the paddles in my arms.  "Put
The doctor said no vigorous exercise for t
hours, and Jean told me that meant no game

urs, and Jean told me that meant no game
I set the paddles down, and settled beside
take it, Mistress, is the lady you sent ou
snapped around to me and her eyes and mout
surprise.  Bingo.  I grinned at her, and f
since I met her, Mistress blushed.
 and f

nce I met her, Mistress blushed.
 and f
I changed the subject.  "Are you really ok
I should be doing?"  She shook her head.

should be doing?"  She shook her head.
"I just need to go to bed and get some res
her out of her chair, and then turned down
ready for bed in the bathroom.  A squeal o
that she had found my surprise.  I had ins
with a six inch riser on it, designed for 
she could get up by herself.  I hovered by
leaving when I heard her bathroom door shu

aving when I heard her bathroom door shu
~----------~
 heard her bathroom door shu
eeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAA
nnnnooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
AAAAA

nnooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
AAAAA
The piercing scream brought me out of a so
feet before my mind was fully awake, movin
room.  She was wide awake and shaking when
at a run,  "Kyra!  What is the matter?"  I
her bed.
 "Kyra!  What is the matter?"  I

r bed.
 "Kyra!  What is the matter?"  I
Her words came out in pants "Dream,"  she 
dream.  The rape, all over again."
  she 

eam.  The rape, all over again."
  she 
My head shot up.  "Rape?"  The pitch of my
in disbelief.  "Someone raped you?!!?"  

 disbelief.  "Someone raped you?!!?"  
A cold, strangely rational rage washed ove
raped her.  Someone was going to die.  My 
as I strove to maintain control.  "Who rap
giving her a chance to stop me, I moved to
against me, holding her to me.
I moved to

ainst me, holding her to me.
I moved to
Her eyes were large, pupils dilated in sho
would have told me if the shock didn't sti
sway.  The story came out in fits and star
confronted her tonight, had raped her befo
overseas assignment.  When she threatened 
had produced evidence of her dominatrix si
give to the press and the police if she pr
doubtful, he said, if you could be charged
Mistress squeaked when my muscles contract

stress squeaked when my muscles contract
After that, she had dismissed her stable b
felt capable of dealing with a scene.  The
after that were the scenes she pulled on m
leave.  A month after the rape, she discov

ave.  A month after the rape, she discov
I let her talk, feeling helpless as all he
exhausted, she fell asleep again.  Not wan
alone again, I reached over to turn off th
for the night.
eached over to turn off th

r the night.
eached over to turn off th
She did not go to work the next day.  I di
look from her when she woke up to find me 
my arms.  Later, I took her to her OB for 
then brought her back home.  She stayed in
the fire, and fighting demons alone.
d in

e fire, and fighting demons alone.
d in
I watched her and did some thinking of my 
sessions she had put me through since tryi
been sexual or sexy.  They had been tough,
even painful, as she had tried to make me 
even gotten off in any of them, and that w
from my previous experience with her.  Mis
And to my knowledge, she had not had an or
lovemaking those many months ago.  In my m
thought her pregnancy had reduced her plea
suspected differently.  
reduced her plea

spected differently.  
reduced her plea
The question was, how was I going to deal 
going on.  Until that sonuvabitch had show
been more like her old self, wicked, teasi
the world.  Was it Markie that had made th
Markie going out into the world?  I had so
needed doing.
t into the world?  I had so

eded doing.
t into the world?  I had so
Mistress went to work the next day over my
not going to give that bastard the power t
work.  I admired her resolve as much as I 
leaving where I could pamper and protect h
though, it gave me an idea of what might b
her full powers.  A quick call to her doct
the father), and another to her secretary,
my plan into action.  I went to my room to
need to pull this off.
went to my room to

ed to pull this off.
went to my room to
The phone rang just as I finished laying t
secretary had called to tell me Mistress h
also to wish me good luck.  What had Mistr
another issue, when questioned, she told m
raped Mistress was leaving the company imm
financial misconduct, she said, but he was
cursed under my breath, wanting to dismemb
was beyond my reach.  I thanked her and hu
time for my final preparations.
er and hu

me for my final preparations.
er and hu
I heard the front door open and shut throu
door.  "Mark? ... Maaaarkkk?"  my name cam
"Whatever in the world....?"  The question
meant she had found the first of my trail 
all the bright, colorful lingerie that Mis
Markie to form a trail for her to follow t
that she would find me, I put the chain wi
neck and reached up with my free hand to l
cuff I had placed there.  I was now bound 
eagled on the leather bench in our playroo
four feet long and a little more than a fo
couple of feet high off the floor.  My fee
bottom of each of one set of legs, and my 
behind me to the legs on the other end of 
hung partially off the end of the bench.  

ng partially off the end of the bench.  
"Markieeee?"  Mistress voice was questioni
believing the evidence of the trail.  As s
my filmy peignoir hung from the edge of th

 filmy peignoir hung from the edge of th
Taking a deep breath and mumbling a prayer
I answered her.  "In here, Mistress."
yer

answered her.  "In here, Mistress."
yer
The lights I had left off snapped on.  If 
I will never forget the look of absolute d
when she first saw me there on the bench. 
sight.
 first saw me there on the bench. 

ght.
 first saw me there on the bench. 
I had never dressed for her without being 
do so.  The closest I had come to that was
had led to Markie, birth coach.  Now, I ha
coercion, and I had pulled out all the sto

ercion, and I had pulled out all the sto
I was dressed in virgin's white, a white s
frilly panties, white garter belt and silk
feet were shod in the white, very tall hig
Mistress had bought for me, that I still h
correctly in, but I wasn't walking now.  M
subtle, but brighter than I normally wore 
Careful attention (and four face washings)
would not have had without the magic of co
green and blue highlighted my eyes and my 
brighter red than I had ever worn before. 
forced to raid Mistress's make up kit to g

rced to raid Mistress's make up kit to g
Mistress scanned my bound form in absolute
suddenly scanning back to lock onto the re
search through her things.  Poking through
the panties was my cock, and wrapped aroun
my balls was a bright red satin ribbon tha
multiple times) into a bright red bow.  I 
enough for the ribbon to act like a cockri
Thomas from losing any erection that I hop
interlude might bring about.
n that I hop

terlude might bring about.
n that I hop
Her hands fell to the tray table near the 
put her favorite toys, including her paddl
assorted toys for teasing my nipples and a
me in the eyes, confusion still coloring h
mean, Markie, I don't understand. What is 
You hate dress up, or at least, you try an
And I didn't direct you to prepare a sessi
this at all."  she repeated.
pare a sessi

is at all."  she repeated.
pare a sessi
I started the speech I had been rehearsing
love you, in every sense of that word, and
is me and is in me.  For the past few year
you, not because I wanted to, but because 
only way to be near you.  I accepted some 
at least, I am truly a submissive, but I n
revelation with you because you were not s
yourself with me.  Then you made love to m
make that final submission to you, but you
could.  I have submitted to you these past
close because you needed me.  I couldn't u
going on, what I had done to make you try 
couldn't let you, so I took everything you

uldn't let you, so I took everything you
"Now, I think I have an inkling of what is
prompted your withdrawal, why you will not
you orally anymore.  That bastard took mor
in some way that I cannot fully understand
outrage has never happened to me."  I grop
some and hoped that they would be the righ

me and hoped that they would be the righ
"It is almost as if, you no longer found y
you allowed yourself to be raped.  Well, t
Mistress!"  My voice took on a hard, comma
back up, and lift her head in an angry, ha
"Well, I find you worthy, Mistress.  I lov
you because it is right and good and that 

u because it is right and good and that 
"This," and I lifted my head to scan my bo
"is my statement of commitment to you.  I 
as a bride comes to her wedding night.  I 
more than I was ever my own.  I love you."
from the emotion of the moment.
ove you."

om the emotion of the moment.
ove you."
Mistress only continued to stare at me lev
became damned disconcerting to watch her q
saying nothing.  I resisted the urge to sq
moved, her hand sliding down my chest and 
gently in her hand.  "And this, Markie?  W
this, hmmmmm?"  Her voice was soft, cajoli
gently massaged me to full erection.
joli

ntly massaged me to full erection.
joli
I grinned at her.  "Well, Mistress, you ha
real virginity I had.  I put that there as
you to take as it pleases you, Mistress." 

u to take as it pleases you, Mistress." 
She just stood there, idly fondling me, ge
the strangest look on her face.  Now I was
from embarrassment!  A flush crept up her 
her lips.  Then, I saw her eyes drop to he
then frown.  Her hand left my cock and too
reaching for the restraints on my wrist.  
wanted out of this.
raints on my wrist.  

nted out of this.
raints on my wrist.  
"Mistress, what are you doing?"  my tone a
shook my hands to stop her from being able
lock.
y hands to stop her from being able

ck.
y hands to stop her from being able
She gave me a sad smile, then kissed my ch
wonderful, Mark, you have made me very pro
anything with you, not looking like this."
belly.
 with you, not looking like this."

lly.
 with you, not looking like this."
"No!" I was yelling, half in frustration, 
not finishing what I had started.  The sho
brought her up short.  I calmed my voice. 
seem to think you can't.  I checked.  The 
still okay for lovemaking for another week
you are comfortable.  And you are gorgeous
imagine you being more feminine than you a
hard to leer like a horny, dirty old man w
face up to be as female as you possibly ca
made Mistress laugh.  I sighed.  "And if i
being naked with me right now, I took care
the table."  She did and picked up what I 
a satin sleeping blindfold, also white.
 

satin sleeping blindfold, also white.
 
"You really do want to do this?"  She soun
believe her own words.
o this?"  She soun

lieve her own words.
o this?"  She soun
"Oh, god, yes, Mistress.  I love you and i
not to be able to give you pleasure."
d i

t to be able to give you pleasure."
d i
A smile I had not seen in almost eight mon
I saw before the blindfold was fitted to m
figured she would use the blindfold, but h
My ears worked at trying to find her in th
quiet rustling sound, and then a snapping 
sigh of relief.  Two muffled thuds followe
sure were her shoes dropping to the floor.

re were her shoes dropping to the floor.
Because I wore perfume myself, I could not
a light, feathery finger stroke from knee 
me off the bench.  Another finger stroked 
way, then vanished from my senses.  I was 
satin keeping me firmly erect.  A soft chu
tried to place where she was, but could no
points grazed a path from my navel to my b
fingernails?  Must be, I thought and if fe
dragging them over the satiny fabric of my
mean she was behind me.  My head lolled ba
of the feeling those fingers were causing 
years would I thought such teasing of my b
erotic.  My toes nearly curled in the hard
wore.
  My toes nearly curled in the hard

re.
  My toes nearly curled in the hard
With my head hanging unsupported, off the 
tickle my nose.  It was so light, so subtl
it.  I tried to lift my head to search it 
hit and bounced back from firm, warm flesh
returned, and this time with the spicy, ha
the Mistress aroused.  Yet again, the feel
alone. 
ess aroused.  Yet again, the feel

one. 
ess aroused.  Yet again, the feel
I heard the scrape of something being slid
point directly behind my lolling head.  Th
on metal, of something spinning harmonical
that the adjustable stool?  I heard a sigh
of the scraping again, and then the sweet 
with me again.  I tried to move, but was s
strong, gentle hands gripping the sides of

rong, gentle hands gripping the sides of
I was pulled firmly against the softly hai
vulva.  She was hot, wet, silent.  Eagerly
the skin and flesh I could see only with m
was completely disoriented from being upsi
knelt in front of Mistress so that I was h
position, her clitoris was beneath my chin
backwards and I could not see to adjust.

ckwards and I could not see to adjust.
I used my mouth and tongue to "learn" her 
tasted, savored, explored and titillated. 
tongue into her, feeling involuntary littl
me, drinking deep of her essential self.  
trying to search out all the little button
effortlessly.  When I found her clitoris, 
direct contact with it, trying to drive he
licked, kissed and worshiped my way all ar
as best I could when Mistress would shift 
force more direct contact with her clit.  
silence for me to do anything more before 
been building for eight months, and I want
wait.
ilding for eight months, and I want

it.
ilding for eight months, and I want
Mistress was trying to hide her full arous
be quiet, stoic, but I knew her too well a
up.  I could feel her breathing change, fe
lower body as she strained not to give awa
Finally, she gave up all together, moaning
herself slowly against my face.
, moaning

rself slowly against my face.
, moaning
I was just about to move in for the final 
me again, my tongue pointed and hanging ou
open air.  I felt a tug at my hip and the 
together came free, and cool air flooded m
felt the hem of my nightie lifted.  Satin 
touching my nose and lips.  Mistress had f
over my face.
e and lips.  Mistress had f

er my face.
e and lips.  Mistress had f
Skin brushed against the outside of both o
legs simultaneously and then my cock was g
hand.
multaneously and then my cock was g

nd.
multaneously and then my cock was g
Then, in one smooth move, I was completely
Helpless in the maelstrom of sensations, h
imposed bondage, I was aware only of the s
cock.  I let out a groan of sheer pleasure
felt her round belly "roll" up my torso, a
My nose was pinched tightly.  Knowing what
my mouth to accept whatever she would offe
my mouth, sucking the moisture from my ton
stringlike hung outside my mouth as I clos
gag.  She had used my own panties.
I clos

g.  She had used my own panties.
I clos
Suddenly I felt her go rigid and felt her 
cock.  High pitched squeals of pleasure an
above my head, and I smiled inwardly.  The
contractions signaling my own imminent rel
be choked off by the satin ribbon.  I buck
trying to loose the ring and loose my load
sharp movement set Mistress off again, and
my trigger again.  All in all, Mistress cl
I tried to each time.  It is as close to m
have ever come, but it sure wasn't close e

ve ever come, but it sure wasn't close e
Finally, Mistress calmed.  I felt her tumm
abdomen, my rampant cock still sheathed in
I could hear and feel the her ragged breat
regathered herself.  She lifted herself of
temperature on my slick, wet cock was shoc
moment as a new heat enveloped my cock.  H
my length while something very agile tease
underseam.  I felt her soft hand tease at 
then it hit me.  My eyes went wide beneath
Mistress was sucking my cock!!  I fought f
make this last, to stretch it out, to savo
experience to its fullest, but I was too c
motion of my cock in her mouth heralded to
attempt to climax.  She practically inhale
in my body contracted and released.  Again
started, trying to expel sperm through the
ringed ribbon.
to expel sperm through the

nged ribbon.
to expel sperm through the
Only this time, Mistress pulled the tie of
full surge of climax hit, freeing me from 
and I pumped my soul into her mouth with t
through the panty gag, wanting to reaffirm
woman, finally falling back as the force o

man, finally falling back as the force o
Her mouth left me.  The strings of the pan
jerking the gag from my mouth, to be immed
Mistress's lips and tongue, kissing me dee
still in her mouth, and she fed it to me w
The taste was salty, but not unpleasant, a
challenged much more than that to have Mis
that!
ged much more than that to have Mis

at!
ged much more than that to have Mis
We held each other's mouths for the longes
commitment, a bonding.  I was hers, and I 
mine.  Not in the same way, certainly, but
just as deeply.
 same way, certainly, but

st as deeply.
 same way, certainly, but
She broke the kiss, and I heard her giggle
the first time since entering the room.  "
in tribute to your symbolic deflowering, M
your own cum so that we would share that e
fully.  You have pleased me today, luv.  H
something to wash down that cum."  Her nip
It was bigger, harder, more rubbery than I
suckled her, and I heard her groan in plea
harder.  Something sweet trickled into my 
dropped my head back, staring into my blin
"What's the matter, Markie?  Don't you lik
answered that question by action, finding 
happily.
hat question by action, finding 

ppily.
hat question by action, finding 
Mistress had slipped her robe on when she 
removed the blindfold.  I spent the rest o
Markie, learning to move more gracefully i
I earned a few swats for awkwardness, but 
grin was back, unlike the other times my b
recently, so even those were welcome.  I d
back, though.  I spent the evening bare bo
tied loosely around my cock.  I blushed ev
staring at it.
und my cock.  I blushed ev

aring at it.
und my cock.  I blushed ev
That night, Markie slept in Mistress's bed

at night, Markie slept in Mistress's bed
A month later, I was with Mistress in the 
local hospital.  And I was there as Mark, 
was going to be the father of record for K
wanted me there as a father, not as Mistre
looked at my engagement and wedding rings 
birthing room.  Mistress had asked me to m
diamond ring.  I was so proud and honored,
shirt fit.
.  I was so proud and honored,

irt fit.
.  I was so proud and honored,
Mistress did great.  Our daughter was born
labor.  I still wince when I think of how 
those hours, but she just kept on trooping
for god's sake.
she just kept on trooping

r god's sake.
she just kept on trooping
When I held young Nicole, for the first ti
whose child she was biologically, she was 
sorry son of a bitch who ever tried to hur
fingers and toes just one more time when a
eye.  It was just above her little bottom 
back and it was shaped like a butterfly.  
absolute amazement.
d like a butterfly.  

solute amazement.
d like a butterfly.  
Kyra saw my look and became concerned.  "M
something wrong?  Tell me!"
oncerned.  "M

mething wrong?  Tell me!"
oncerned.  "M
Wordlessly, I showed her the birthmark on 
handed her the babe, and, turning my back 
shirt to show her the matching birthmark o
wide, and she looked from me to the baby a
"That means that she's ..."  She couldn't 
so I did.
 that she's ..."  She couldn't 

 I did.
 that she's ..."  She couldn't 
"It means she is really and truly ours, lo

t means she is really and truly ours, lo
That was eight weeks ago.  Mistress got th
and I have moved my business into her den,
with Nicole.  We have a day lady who sees 
watches Nikki when I have to closet myself
clients, but we have a good life.  Mistres
Doctor's to say she now had the *all clear

ctor's to say she now had the *all clear
Markie had better be waiting for her in ou
finished settling Nikki for the night.  Ma
either of us or both of us, we can't wait!
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