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From: jvstin@aol.com (Jvstin)
Subject: Jvstin Story: "A Draught of the River Lethe"

A Draught of the river Lethe

by Jvstin

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  The students had been inattentive and almost truculent.  A graduate
student lab assistant had mistaken a clearly marked beaker of saline
solution for a beaker of distilled water, and so neatly killed a tissue
culture Robert had been working on.  It wasn't a major disaster, as the
culture was relatively new, but it all lead to a couple of aspirin with
his glass of water as he drove back home.  At least it was a Friday, he
thought, and the weekend was more or less his until Sunday, when he would
have to check on his culture once again.

 Even so, Robert shuffled into his home.

 "Hi honey."  he said as his wife Jennifer came to the living room at the
sound of the door opening.  He stepped to her to give her a warm kiss of
greeting, tempered and shortened due to his stressed out state.
 "Not feeling well, ashke?"  Jennifer said, ending the kiss and embracing
him instead.  "No, today my brain went on overload, sweetie."  He briefly
outlined what had happened.  Jennifer looked thoughtful.
 "Well, honey, I think you need a draught of the river Lethe."  Robert's
theater oriented wife was prone to such Shakespearean turns of phrase. 
Robert looked dumbfounded for a moment until he caught up with what
Jennifer meant and then nodded.  She wanted to help him to forget his
troubles.

 "Good.  I'll be back in a few moments.  Draw the shades, strip, kneel and
wait for me."
 "Strip?"  Robert asked. His brain was still a bit fogged from the
pressures of the day.
 Jennifer had an unamused expression.  "Yes, strip.  You should be naked
whenever Mistress desires you to, and questioning my commands again will
only get you punished." 
   As if there was no possible answer to it, Jennifer walked out of the
room toward the bedroom.  Robert stared at the departing form of his wife,
and finally understood what she had in mind and wasted no time making sure
the neighbors could not peek in, and, after a moment of self embrassment,
took off all his clothes and got on his knees, digging into the hardwood
floor.
 At that moment, he heard the rustle of a bag, and, the clicking of high
heels announcing her coming, Jennifer returned, wearing her Renissance
Faire bustier and carrying a small black plastic bag, rustling as he held
it against her side as she walked toward Robert.
 "Now, then, that wasn't so hard, was it, subbie?  Oh, I see something is
hard though."  She looked him over, noticing an incipient erection. 
Robert was, indeed, finding this erotic, as new to him as it was.
 "Hmmm, I don't like you COMPLETELY naked."  Jennifer reached into the bag
and pulled out a slave collar.  Where and when had she gotten that, Robert
wondered.  And, what else did that mysterious bag contain?  He didn't dare
move to try to read the logo.
 "I've always wanted to collar you, subbie, and now I shall, and declare
you completely mine.  Do you want to be collared by Mistress?"
 An offer Robert did not dare refuse.  At best, the game would end, and at
worst he would really annoy her.
 "Yes, Mistress."
 Jennifer smiled affectionately at the kneeling Robert. "Beg me for your
collar, pet."
 "Mistress, please collar your humble subbie.  Please make me yours." 
Robert pleaded, looking puppy dog eyes at Jennifer.
 "Well, then, I shall, and gladly."  She locked the leather collar around
his neck, a small silver plaque with the words Property of Jennifer
engraved on it.  Just below the plaque was a place to attach a leash, and
she did so, a short chain.
 "Now, you look oh so cute with your collar and chain." She gave a slight
playful tug of the leash, nearly knocking him off his knees as she
laughed.  She took the far end in her hands and led him on all fours to
the couch and sat down on it as he knelt next to her.
 "Mistress wants a foot massage." she said, and proferred her heeled right
foot to him, giving a slight tug of the leash again as a signal to begin.
 Robert took off the shoe and began to break apart Jennifer's toes.  He
had and did give massages to his wife of all kinds, and felt relieved that
he was in his element again, so to speak.  A purr of pleasure soon came
from Jennifer as he continued to lovingly caress and soften his foot under
his touch.
 He finished with the foot, and in an inspired moment, kissed it gently
before replacing the shoe and beginning with the second.  He was rewarded
for his improvisation with a soft smile from Jennifer and she settled back
for the second half of the foot massage.  Robert caressed it as before,
and kissed her foot again, and replaced her shoe.  He then looked up at
her for her reaction.

 She drowsily smiled at him, stirring after a blissful catnap during
Robert's ministrations. She put a hand through her auburn hair.  "Very
good, subbie."  A gentle tug of the leash again indicated she wanted him
to rise, and brought his head close to hers.  
  She kissed him roughly, aggressively, Robert finding himself unable to
do more than passively submit to the kiss, as her tongue brazenly forced
through his lips into his mouth.  This seemed to only make Jennifer all
the happier and more playful, as she gave a slight tug of the leash in one
last outburst of kissing before breaking contact.

 "Now, I want you to get dressed.  We are going out to eat, subbie." 
Robert would be normally confused, but he was delving deeper into his role
as a submissive who did not have to make decisions.  Such things were
reserved for Mistress. Still, did she intend to leave the collar ON him
when they went out?
 "Yes Mistress" he said after Jennifer had taken off the leash, but not
the collar itself, as he retreated to the bedroom to change, getting a
playful swat on the butt from his Mistress as he passed her.
 As he selected his clothes, Robert craftily selected a turtleneck
sweater, so that the collar would hopefully be not seen.  In the meantime,
apparently, Jennifer had changed in the bathroom into a evening formal in
black.
 She looked slightly annoyed at the turtleneck sweater and when she walked
up to Robert, she pulled it down to expose the collar. She crooked a
finger into the hook for the leash, applying a moment of pressure to his
neck.
 "I see my subbie was naughty and doesn't want others to see his beautiful
collar, hmmm?  Well, I want them to.  Also, when anyone asks, I want you
to tell them what it means."  She smiled devilishly as they walked to the
front door and got in the car, with Jennifer driving.  They went down the
coast highway, Robert sittingly silently in his seat, facing forward. 
This did not stop Jennifer, however, from placing a free hand wherever she
wanted...stroking his cheek, a tug of the collar, or a hand to his crotch,
now in a erection from the undeniably erotic events since Robert got home.
 Robert felt relieved when they pulled into the parking lot of a local
restaurant.
  Walking behind, they were soon seated at a table a tad too prominent for
Robert's tastes.  Some people were looking at them openly, or to be
precise, him, as they ate.  Jennifer surprised the waiter by immediately
ordering for the both of them a rather expensive combination of seafood
and poultry, as well as their wine.  Robert was learning that when
Jennifer decided to make decisions for him, she meant ALL decisions.
  Jennifer just seemed to revel in the attention they were attracting
throughout the meal, from the soup appetizer through the main course.  
 Robert finally asked Jennifer if he could go to the bathroom.
 "What, certainly, my loyal subbie, you may.  Just do not forget what I
said about the collar."
 Robert headed to the lavatory, hoping that it would be empty, or at least
empty of men who would ask about it. Finding that the lavatory was indeed
empty, he hurried his stop at the urinal to avoid having someone come in. 
He felt relieved, and returned to his smiling wife and continued the meal.
 Finally, as she ordered a rich chocolate brownie for the both of them, a
short brown haired woman stepped over to them and spoke in a low voice,
looking at Jennifer and Robert both.
 "Does that collar mean what I think it means?"  she asked.  Jennifer did
not respond, and so Robert felt like the ball was in his court.  
 "It means that Lady Jennifer is my Mistress, Ma'am"  Robert said, not
looking directly at the stranger, but with slightly lowered eyes.  The
nameless visitor to the table smiled at those words.
 "Well, if you two like to play with and in front of others, stop by my
club sometime.  Ask for Lucy." She pulled out a buisness card, black with
white lettering,  and handed it to Jennifer, who smiled and thanked her,
whereupon Lucy departed.
 "Well, wasn't that interesting, subbie?"  Jennifer said.  "Perhaps one
day we should visit, what do you think?"
 "Whatever my Mistress desires."  Robert said, and was surprised in how
automatic that response was.  Finally, however, dinner was done, and
Jennifer led him out of the restaurant and back to the car.
 The drive home was similar to the ride there, as Jennifer took whatever
liberties she desired with Robert, as Robert felt himself compelled to
only obey, to only be a good subbie.  If you had asked him what had
troubled him earlier in the day, he would be hard put for an answer. 
Indeed, the draught of Lethe created by Jennifer's conversion into his
Mistress for the evening was taking effect.
 Upon arriving home, Jennifer had Robert strip for her again and reaffixed
his leash to the collar.  She watched his naked form with female amusement
as she had him fix her a drink at the bar and turning on the stereo.  She
fingered the mysterious bag between sips of her drink as he then knelt
obediently at her felt, his hair occassionally tousled by her hand.
 Finally, after 2 movements of Mozart, and a drink, Jennifer sighed and
looked down at Robert's prostrate form.
 "I think it is time for you to pleasure me, subbie.  Mistress desires
your mouth." She had Robert slowly take off her gown, leaving the bustier.
 He noticed, now that he was close to it, that it was crotchless, and
allowed access to her pussy.  She finally reached into the bag and
produced a cat of nine tails.  Jennifer playfully stroked it against
Robert's back.
 "Mistress' new toy will make sure you pleasure her properly.  Oh, and I
suggest you do so, since it will make it easier on you later."  With that
mysterious turn of phrase, she casually flicked the cat against Robert's
back as he knelt to place his mouth on her inner thighs.  With one hand on
his leash, and the other occassionally striking his back, his ass, and his
thighs, she had devised a scheme for controlling his mouth.  He soon was
switching from her clit to her pussy, to licking her sex up and down like
an ice cream cone and back again on command.  A few minutes of his mouth
soon had her stop flailing with the cat, and clenched his head with his
hands as he licked and sucked to her orgasm.  Even after, Robert continued
to apply his mouth to her wet sex until a tug on the leash stopped him.
 "You have a talented mouth, subbie." Jennifer finally said, her moans and
purrs of pleasure ended, and merely feeling the warm afterglow.
 "Now, be good and crawl to the bedroom and kneel on the bed and wait for
Mistress."  Robert did not have to be told twice, and made his way across
the hardwood floor to their bedroom and bed.  Several minutes later,
Jennifer entered and smiled at Robert.  She no longer had the cat in her
hand, but had a medium length slender object.  Robert's heart raced as he
realized that it was a dildo!  He watched, rapt, as Jennifer began slowly
inserting it in and out of her sex.
 "See, subbie, the wetter you got me with your mouth, the wetter the dildo
will be."  She writhed a bit as she worked the dildo in and out of her
pussy, drenching it in her juices.
 "Now, Mistress has always wanted to fuck your cute little subbie ass.  I
think tonight is a good night for you to lose your anal virginity, don't
you agree slave?" Robert gulped nervously and stammeringly nodded int he
affirmative. While having sex with Jennifer before, she had sometimes
inserted a wet finger into his rectum and it had felt good, but this was a
horse of a different color.   Jennifer just smiled.
 "Oh, don't worry, subbie, I think you will enjoy it.  She stepped over to
him, and had him get on his hands and knees.  She placed a pair of pillows
under his body, so that he was bent over them.  This, Robert realized,
made his ass a very easy target for Jennifer and her dildo.  Jennifer then
placed an exploratory finger, moistened with her spit at the entrance of
his rectum and began to slowly insert it, pressing against the walls with
her finger, wiggling it back and forth.
 "Wiggle your ass for me subbie.  Show me how much you want me to fuck
it." Jennifer said in a tone of lace covered steel.  Robert moaned a bit
and slowly ground his ass back against Jennifer's finger.  Finally she
slipped it out and began pressing the slick dildo's head against the
slightly opened rectum and ever so slowly began to work it inside him.

 "Does my subbie want to cum while he is being fucked?"  Jennifer asked
Robert as she slid the dildo in another quarter inch.  Robert's manhood,
having had no relief all evening, was rock hard and throbbing with need. 
Even though the idea of having an orgasm while getting fucked with a dildo
was humiliating to Robert, the buildup of the night had led Robert to the
situation where he wanted to cum at any cost.
 "Yes, Mistress"  he said in a moaning voice, a mixture of discomfort,
humiliation and even pleasure at the slick dildo penetrating him.  "I want
to cum."
 "Then you may stroke yourself subbie."  Jennifer ordered, having inserted
the dildo as far as it could go and was now content to slide in into and
out of this depth.  "Come for your Mistress."  Robert, beginning to enjoy
the penetration began pushing his ass backward in time to the thrusts.
 Robert's hand went to his erection, giving it the stimulus it had wanted
all night long.  Soon after, it began to shake and Robert screamed
"Mistress!"  as he ejaculated onto the bed while Jennifer fucked him
faster and faster with the dildo.  She gave him one last good thrust and
slid the dildo out.
 Robert panted for a few moments, lying in disbelief at what had just
happened.  He then felt Jennifer's hand on his manhood, beginning to
softly stroke it.  As if it had a mind of it's own, it began to slowly
start to become erect again.
 "Ah, good, my subbie's cock is waking up. Fucking you with the dildo made
me hot, and now I want to ride my nice subbie's cock."
 She rolled Robert over onto his back, and revealed the last item in the
mysterious black bag, a pair of fur lined handcuffs.  She locked Robert's
hands together above his head which only increased Robert's erection.  He
really was getting turned on again.
 Jennifer slowly and sexily took off the bustier, allowing Robert a full
view of what she was doing, smiling at her captive.  A vision of naked
loveliness, she slid her wet sex onto his waiting erection.  Robert was
more or less passive as Jennifer controlled the fuck with long slow rides
up and down her subbie's cock.  As she began to get excited, she began to
get more aggressive, sliding faster and harder on the full erection and
occassionally pinching one or both of Robert's nipples with a forefinger
and thumb.
 Harder and harder she began to ride him, as her orgasm was approaching,
Robert's still a bit off since he had been so recently spent.  Still, both
moaned as Jennifer began to shudder as she finally reached it, furiously
riding and bucking Robert,  who finally was put over the edge not too much
later as he began pumping his semen into her as Jennifer twisted his
nipples hard one last time.  She let him rest inside her for a few moments
before rolling off of him and kissing him aggressively once more,
whispering evilly and seductively that she would one day, in a future
time, teach him about nipple clamps and sucking his semen out of her
pussy. Robert only shivered with nervous delight at the words.
 
 "Time to sleep my good subbie."  Jennifer said, and had Robert change the
come drenched sheets and then change her from the bustier to her
nightgown.  Finally, she took off the leash but not the collar and
handcuffs before they both retired to bed.  They lay in bed for a little
while, Robert passively lying in her arms, Jennifer sighing and making
casual remarks about how good it was to have a subbie to warm one's bed.
   At 12:01, the new day upon them, Jennifer kissed him, as a wife, not as
a Mistress or anything else.  For now, at least, the game was done.  
 "So, Robert, what exactly bothered you today?" 
 To Robert's surprise and Jennifer's delight, he said.  "I don't
remember...Mistress." She tousled his hair playfully and they soon
blissfully went to sleep.

 The End.
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