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Dreamer's Tale of Blackmail: The Story from Not Blackmailed.

     By:  Tigger and L. Corvidae

Copyright 1998, All Rights Reserved.

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Part 3.

Once inside the door, Daniel began the obeisance Mistress
Young had always demanded - kneeling and pressing his lips to
the toe of her shoe until released.  His third shock of the
night came as her hand caught him mid-kneel, pulling him back
to his feet.  "Please, just sit down, Daniel." was all she
said as she indicated a large, overstuffed easy chair in her
front parlor.  Immediate compliance to her slightest wish had
become instinctive, so he sat, but only on the barest edge of
the seat.  Daniel did not know what was going on, but whatever
it was, he was going to be ready to respond quickly when the
next order came.

Erin saw the anxiety in his face, the cornered-animal-like
wariness in his posture.  Inwardly, she sighed.  What did she
expect?  She'd never treated him like a simple guest before. 
"Daniel, I give you my word of honor.  I am not going to pull
a scene on you tonight.  I simply want to talk with you. 
Afterwards, you will leave and go home, none the worse for
wear. So please, take a deep breath and try to relax, okay?"

He sat there, still on the edge of his seat, just looking at
her for several long moments.  In all their time together, and
through everything she had done to him or had him do, she had
never lied to him. Taunted, yes. Mocked, threatened, insulted;
but she had *never* lied. 

In a very special sort of way, Daniel realized, he had come to
trust her implicitly, and he trusted her now. Slowly, he
scooted back into the chair, and willed himself to relax.

Erin nodded and moved over to a sidebar and returned with a
coffee tray.  Wordlessly, she poured the hot, black liquid
into fine porcelain cups, and then added just the right amount
of cream and sugar to one cup and offered it to him.  - She
*knows* how I take my coffee??? - Daniel thought as he took
the cup.

Smiling sardonically at his baffled look, Erin cocked an
eyebrow at him.  "I'd offer to take a taste of it first,
Daniel, to put your mind at ease, but knowing you, you'd just
suspect I'd already taken the antidote."

"No, I mean, No, I didn't think . . ." he sighed and shrugged. 
"Christ, Mistress Young, I don't know what I mean, and I sure
as hell don't know what is going on. I mean, it's confusing
enough that you're dispensing with all the honors and
ceremonies you've always insisted upon, but to make *and*
serve me *coffee*?" 

A sip of the beverage in question gave Erin time to frame a
reply.  "Well, I haven't been kidnaped by aliens who have
replaced me with one of their own, Daniel. Rod Serling isn't
going to come strolling out from behind a bush. I have my
reasons for the way this interview is being conducted. 
Basically, I wish to talk to Daniel Stephens, and not to my
slave."

"Mistress Young. . ." Daniel began, his tone uncertain.

She interrupted him with a raised palm.  "For now, Daniel, it
might be better if you called me Erin."

"*What* did you say?" Daniel's voice broke, coming out as a
shocked squeal.  "My God, you told me I was not even worthy to
call you *Mistress* Erin."

"I know." she said softly, a frown creasing her features. "And
I have changed my mind which I believe is supposed to be the
prerogative of Mistresses.  Please, call me Erin for tonight,
in any case."  He did not answer.  "Please, Daniel." she
repeated.

"All right." he answered, his voice shaking.  "Erin."  The
name came out on an explosion of sound.

"Very good." she encouraged.  "Now tell me.  What are you
going to do about the promotion offer at work?"

Minefield, he thought.  Here it comes.  "Whatever you tell me
to do, Mistr. . .I mean, Erin. I... I really haven't thought
about it."

"Oh, really?" she asked, sounding genuinely surprised.

"I mean... from that perspective. I just thought I'd be doing
what you told me to do, you know. Like always."

"Like always," she echoed, sighing. "I was afraid of that."  

She stood up and began to pace the room.  When Daniel started
to rise as well, she gestured him back into the chair.
Finally, she moved back to the chair she had just vacated,
leaning against its back and focusing totally on the man
seated opposite her.

"Daniel, what happened with that report?"

He reeled at the seeming change of subject.

"The report?"

"Daniel, please. Tell me what was going through your head when
you wrote that... piece of crap. I mean, granted, you were
under the gun in terms of time, but still..."

She looked so intent, he thought, and so . . . concerned?  He
decided to tell the truth.  "I guess I thought you needed to
blow off a little steam."

"Steam? Daniel, are you saying you made those mistakes on
purpose?"

"Well... yes. I mean, wasn't it obvious?"

Daniel watched, fascinated, as Erin suddenly let out a long,
shuddering breath, and almost collapsed back into her chair.

"Why?" she asked.

He blinked, confused. "I just said. You've been so wrapped up
in yourself for about two weeks. I guess I know why now," he
added dejectedly.  "You were worried about getting the
promotion."

Erin bit her lip. In point of fact, it had been two weeks
since Charles Steinmetz had *confirmed* - on the QT, of course
- that she was getting the job. It had simply taken until the
previous Friday for official confirmation to come through.

"You misunderstand me," she snapped at him, startled at the
sound of her own voice. "Why would you *want* me to blow off
steam, why would you care?"

Daniel suddenly found himself studying the pattern in her
Oriental rug.

"Daniel, you *know* what punishment sessions are like..."

He suddenly looked up and challenged her gaze.

"I know." he said through gritted teeth. 

It had been a long time since she'd seen defiance in Daniel's
eyes. It stirred an equal and opposite confrontational spirit
in her.

"I'm not going to apologize for what I've done, Daniel! I saw
an opportunity to get something I have always wanted and I
took it!" her voice rising in volume and determination.  "And
I'll be Goddamned if you or anybody else is going to make me
feel guilty about it! I have absolutely no regrets about what
has taken place between us these past two years!"

Daniel's voice seemed to come from somewhere deep inside him,
rising from some unknowable depth of his heart and emerging
past is lips in a raw, gravely rattle.

"Neither do I."

She gaped at him in utter disbelief, then tore herself away,
curling up in her chair instinctively.

"I think you should go now," she said.

"What about the job?"

"Go, Daniel!" she yelled. "Get the hell out of here! Just go!
I don't want you anymore! You bore me! You're free, okay? I
release you from you bonds, now get the fuck out!" She had
pulled herself into a tight ball and was rocking herself back
and forth. To Daniel's eyes, she seemed to be fighting back
tears.

"Do whatever the fuck you like," she said. "It's not my
problem anymore. *You're* not my problem anymore."

Daniel stood up and reached over to her, but when his hand
touched her arm, she pulled back hard, whimpering.

His mind spinning out of control, Daniel took his leave.

*Why* was she crying???

~----------~

The next day, in her office, Erin Young's heart filled with a
cold, steely rage. She simply could not believe that she had
broken down like that, especially in front of *him*! She would
rather have taken a hard whipping, would have preferred to
have her bowels filled with a cold, cramp-inducing enema,
would have rather simply dropped *dead*, *anything*, rather
than have let *him* see her weepy and weak.

To compound her fury, she had, in the throes of that weakness,
freed him. Not that she hadn't planned to do so - that very
evening in fact. But she had written a speech, performed it in
her mind over and over again. Gotten all the nuances down just
so. She'd even gathered up all her evidence, all the pictures
and videos, and put them into a file she planned to give to
him so that he would know that her hold over him was over. 
She'd miss the Barracks videos, but the Japanese were really
strict about bringing what they considered to be "pornography"
into their country, so she would have had to leave those
behind anyway.

Still, she absolutely *hated* it when things did not go
according to plan.  Had he tricked her, somehow? Had he
learned more about *her* than she had ever imagined he was
capable of learning, and then used that knowledge against her
when she was confused and vulnerable? 

She was half-tempted to call him into her office and inform
him that his indentured servitude was reinstated, burst his
balloon, and then only give him his manumission papers at the
absolutely last second, as she boarded the plane for Tokyo.

A knock at her door interrupted her lovely scheme for revenge.

"Yes?"

Daniel entered, looking somber. He walked wordlessly to her
desk, and placed a sheet of paper in front of her.

"What is this?" she demanded, not taking her eyes away from
his to look at it.

"It's my letter of resignation," he said, tonelessly.

"What?" her eyes flew to the short letter before returning to
lock on his. "Daniel? Do you have *any* idea how hard I fought
to get you my position?" 

"Why would you care?" he said, throwing her own words back at
her.

"Because... because you're the best qualified for the job, no
matter what anyone else..."

He turned on his heel, cutting her off and started to walk
away.

"No!" she cried, leaping out of her seat and racing to the
door. She slammed it shut and wheeled to confront him.

"All right!" she hissed at him. "All right! I wanted you to
have this job because... because I wanted to see you succeed.
Because I wanted you to be happy, goddamn it!"

"Why?"

"Because I love you!" she screamed, furious at her loss of
control.

For a moment, they both fell silent. Erin dragged herself away
from the door and staggered back to her desk, collapsing in
her chair, heavily.

"Happy?" she asked, bitterly.

He turned and stared her down, fire in his eyes.

"Why is that so hard for you? Why does it hurt you so much to
admit that?"

"Because, Daniel, I know that you can never love me in
return."

"But... but I do!"

She looked up, eyes huge, something like hope flickering in
their shimmering depths. Then she broke off the glance,
shaking her head mournfully.

"No, Daniel. How can you possibly, after all I've done to
you?"

"I... I forgive you!"

"I'm not *asking* for your forgiveness, Daniel!" she snapped
angrily. "I don't want it and moreover, part of me doesn't
feel I even *need* it!"

Daniel felt his legs go weak, he reached out and dragged a
chair over to him and dropped into it.

"I'm confused," he said.

"Join the fucking club!" she growled through her tear choked
throat.

Erin sniffled loudly and collected herself, drawing herself up
in her chair.

"No matter what you say, Daniel, no matter what you may be
feeling at this moment, neither of us can change what has
happened, what I have done to you. And what's more, I don't
want to! So, you see?  You can *say* you forgive me, or that
the past doesn't matter, but it will *always* be there,
lurking in your heart, scraping and gnawing at you. And
someday you will come to hate me. I can hardly believe that
you don't already despise me. And while I can live with that,
in principle, I... I just couldn't bear to see it in your
eyes. Not now, now that you know."

"Erin, I could never hate you."

She began to shake as her need to cry overwhelmed her. "Liar!
How can you possibly not!"

He took a moment, cleared his thoughts.

"I can't say that you're wrong, entirely. I don't imagine that
I will ever forget what you put me through, what you've done
to me. But Erin -"

He spoke her name again, softly, coaxing her to look up at
him.

"Erin, I will also never forget what you've done *for* me,
either."

"What's.... that?" she managed between sobs.

"Before I became your slave, I was lost. I mean really lost.
What made breaking up with Donna so devastating wasn't so much
losing her, although that strung like hell. It was that it
made me really see just how... empty my life really was. And
the thing was, I knew it at the time, while I was losing her,
how empty *I* was, how shallow and self-centered, and there
was nothing I could do about it! I wanted to be a better
person for her, but I didn't know how. You showed me how."

"But..." she began.

"Oh, believe me, it wasn't the road to redemption I would have
chosen! And I have *no* illusions that you were out for
anything beyond your own twisted gratification, but right now,
Erin, none of that matters. You forced me to confront things
about myself that I couldn't - or maybe just wouldn't -
confront if left to myself. So, while it's true that I can
never forget the things you did to me, I can also never look
in the mirror again and not know that I owe my life to you."

He choked out a self deprecating laugh. "All this time, for
months, I've been terrified! I've been scared out of my wits
that *you* hated *me*!"

"Oh, Daniel!" she laughed back, through her tears. "How could
I? I've spent the last two years molding you into my idea of
the perfect man - how could I possibly not want you now that
it's clear that's what you've become!" 

He let out a sigh of relief. "Wow! I mean, I was worried
there." He ducked his head down, shyly, almost boyishly. "I..
I would have missed making love to you."

"I beg your pardon?" she asked sharply. "You must be mistaken,
I never allowed such a thing!"

"Forgive *me*, Mistress," he replied, a bit of his old, cocky
self resurfacing, "but there are more ways to make love to a
woman than just by ramming your dick into her."

"You taught me that!" he said with a wink and a smile.

She returned that smile with one of her own; a warm, soft
affectionate smile, the likes of which he had never seen cross
her face before. He liked it. But then the storm clouds
gathered over her once more and the smile faded.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Dani, I want so much for us to have a happy ending together,
but I'm still not convinced that we can! You have got to
understand, the Mistress Erin Young you've seen and suffered
under all this time is who I am! I'm not going to change. I'm
not going to become Carol Brady or Donna Reed no matter how
much I might even want to in some woefully perverted part of
my soul. I will always *need* to dominate my partner. I mean,
it *would* be different, but... how can you trust me?"

"Well, for one thing, Donna Reed was a pretty tough lady
before she discovered television, and for another, I *trust*
you because I *love* you," he said, leaning forward and
reaching across the desk to take her hand. "Besides, it
already *has* been different, for quite a while now. Maybe I'm
just more used to it all, the pain and the teasing
humiliation, but I don't think that's entirely it. You're not
as hard on me as you once were."

"I haven't needed to be."

He squeezed her hand. "And, God willing, you never will again.
I love you, Erin Young, and I want to be with you, to make you
happy. And if that means making sacrifices, giving up my role
as 'the man,' enduring your sadistic whims, serving you to
your exacting specifications, then I'm willing. ." he
swallowed hard before taking a deep breath and looking deeply
into her tear-bright eyes. "I'm... wanting - to do that."

"And if I asked you to go to the Barracks again?"  She pulled
out the big gun, knowing how he'd hated that experience.

He let out a deep sigh, and considered his words carefully. 
There was only one answer.  "I wouldn't like it - I'd probably
be miserable and I might just use that safeword this time, but
I'd be able to take heart in the knowledge that it would make
you happy."

She sighed. "I can't believe this is really happening. It's
like a dream!"

Daniel rose from his chair and walked around the desk. She
looked up at him expectantly, and he gave her arm a pinch.
Reflexively, she lashed out and slapped him hard across the
face. He immediately dropped to his knees before her, his head
hung low in supplication. 

She sat there, looking at the top of his head,  her breathing
hard and ragged.  Slowly, she reached out and gently stroked
his reddening cheek with the same hand that had just struck
him.

"You really are serious about this, aren't you?" It was almost
a statement.  Daniel glanced up at her and nodded.  She could
only shake her head in wonder.  

Suddenly, the efficient, professional Erin was back in
control.  "Well, that does put another face on it." she said
firmly.  She was about to say something else when her private
line buzzed imperiously.

Frowning she picked up the offending instrument.  "Ms. Young."
she snapped impatiently.  "Charles?" 

Daniel smiled as he heard her greet the personnel director. 
This was going to be good.  "Yes, fine, thank you."  She
listened for a few moments, then her brows knitted in
surprise.  Her eyes slewed back to Daniel who made an effort
to look innocent.  "Oh he did, did he?  And did you explain to
him that the position as my executive administrator at the
Japanese office pays less and carries far less prestige than
the one we have already offered him?  I see.  And he still
insisted on applying for it?"

Erin went silent, listening intently to the man on the other
end of the line.  "Thank you for calling, Charles, but that
won't work.  Look, keep looking for the Tokyo Admin person. 
No, Mr. Stephens won't be taking that job.  Yes, yes, I know,
but it is not possible.  Okay, good bye."

Daniel's elation turned to shock and outrage. "What? I was
only quitting this job because... I mean, why, Erin, why?  I
want to be *with* you, dammit!"

"Because, you lovable idiot" she chided affectionately, "this
company has an iron clad policy against nepotism. As your
wife, I cannot be your supervisor because that means I sign
your performance evaluations and sign your paysheet.  I can,
however, take my darling little spouse along with me to my new
location at company expense. Put up or shut up time, darling,"
she taunted teasingly, "but first let me warn you.  If you
weren't serious about the marriage part, I will have to kill
you."

Realizing that he was, after all, in the perfect position, he
reached out and took her hand in his.

"Erin," he began, suddenly finding his newfound courage
faltering a bit. (Though no more so than any other love struck
young man facing the same situation.) "Erin, will you please
marry me?   Will you be the wife of my heart, the love of my
life and the dark demanding Mistress of my dreams?  The dreams
you have given me?"

Slowly, regally, she rose from her seat, and then pulled him
up into her arms.  "Yes, I will." she said simply.  "Now, kiss
me, damn you.  On the mouth." she teased, "*this* time,
anyway."

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily in
frustrated arousal. "We're going to have to get married soon."
she said finally.  Daniel gave her a questioning look and then
groaned as her hand found his suddenly straining erection and
massaged it even harder. "I am not the kind of girl who has,
what was it you called it, intercourse with just any man.  I
think we will wait for our wedding night.  It will be . . .
symbolic, kind of like coming to our wedding bed as virgins. 
Our very first time, fully together, fully joined."  She
sighed, quite taken with the idea and the images in her mind's
eye.

"On our Wedding Night?" he said querulously, and then yelped
as she gave him a firm squeeze.

"The sooner we get married, the sooner this. . . unsightly
swelling goes down, dani-boy." she went up on tiptoe to kiss
him again, still holding him firmly through his slacks.  "Of
course, I know how weak you little boys are, so I will help by
locking you into this lovely chastity belt I'd ordered before
this whole Tokyo business came up."

"Chastity... belt?" he gulped.

She smiled, catlike, and nodded.  "Mmm-hmmm! And I shall wear
the key hung from a golden chain around my neck so that your
liberty and your pleasure are always close to my heart.  What
do you think about that, my lover?"

Daniel did not move his mouth from hers as he answered, unable
to keep himself from trying to grind his groin against her
hand.  "Whatever makes you happy, Mistress Young."

"Mistress Erin, from now on, Daniel." she said as she pulled
back, giving his rampant manhood one last proprietary squeeze
and pat.  "When we are playing, that is.  When we are just two
boring married folks, I expect to be called by my given name
and by other suitably loving endearments.  Got that, Darling?"

A devilish grin flitted across his face as he thought about
that. "Got it, ummmm. . sweetheart." He decided that
'sugarlips' (even if both sets *were* divinely sweet) might
better be held until some future interlude when she was not
feeling quite so . . . so Mistressly.  

"So... we aren't going to make love until after we get
married?" He made an effort to pout.  Under the circumstances
and in his current highly volatile condition, it wasn't all
that difficult.

Erin's grin grew almost impossibly wide. "Seems to me I have
been told, just recently, in fact and on *excellent*
authority, that there *are* more ways to make love to a woman
than just by ramming your dick into her." She winked at him
and gave him a smolderingly sultry look that nearly relieved
him of his immediate sexual tension right into his pants. 
"Trust me, *you* will be making love to *me* *very* often 
between now and our wedding night." she said as she rose 
and walked over to lock her door.

He watched her as she settled herself comfortably on the large
leather sofa in her office.  She slowly spread her legs making
Daniel's mouth go cottony and dry.  "Starting now, darling?"
she asked, and was pleased as he happily scrambled over and
dropped back down to his knees before her.  Pleasure changed
to tearful, overwhelming joy when she saw him worshiping her
first with his eyes, before turning his full attention and
love to the task at hand . . .and mouth.


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