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SoulMates Part Three  Life and Love Decisions
by Tigger
Copyright 1997, All Rights Reserved.

Chapter 6:     First Commitment

I arrived at work Monday morning, much the worse for wear. I was
dead on my feet. The weekend had not been restful at all. My mind
was still churning, still seething from the events of the past
few days. I was still trying to understand these new and strange
concepts, and trying to reconcile what I wanted and needed from
THE woman in my life with what Monique had told me she would
demand from me. Even a physically exhausting ten mile run had
been insufficient to relax my mind and let me rest.

There had to be another way, a better way to be with her. Hours
of painfully honest soul searching had brought home to me two
very basic truths. The first was that I had never honestly
considered such a relationship with another person before. The
material I had read in the past, in Penthouse magazine, for
instance, had been titillating, but I had never felt the urge to
go out and find a woman to play those games with me. 

The second basic and hard truth was that I was in love with my
Flower Lady, with Monique. Not merely as I had imagined her in
that near meeting back in Crystal City, but with the strong,
vital and vibrant woman I had come to know and respect here in
this office. If I stayed on, I would soon be, if I was not
already, irrevocably in love with this woman. Existing without
her in my life would not be living. If her ultimatum (that is all
I could call it) was real, the choice I had was to accept
physical, emotional and mental discomfort as the price of having
her in my life.

That I could (and probably would) accept and tolerate her
domination games was not an issue to me; you do not spend twenty
years in the armed services and not develop very high resistance
levels. My big fear was of the pain I would have to endure if I
accepted her challenge, accepted her domination, in effect,
surrendered my pride and my basic ego to her and then, still lost
her. What else of myself would I lose then?

Actually, the book had given me some hope. If it was on the
level, if that was the way these relationships really worked and
if that was what Monique intended, I could accept it. At least, I
could accept it part of the time. The continuing themes of the
book were trust, caring and "sanity, rationality, consensuality".
I had even built a my own list of needs and requirements because
of that book. Unfortunately, my best guess was that Monique would
be a little unhappy with the list's contents. None of the games
appealed to me very much, so the list primarily consisted of
limits and personal concerns for when we were "inside the scene".

I finished my morning routine of coffee, email and action item
review, and knowing that I could delay it no longer, picked up my
paper brain steno pad, and knocked the interconnecting door to
Monique's office. She answered and I entered, taking my normal
place across from her desk.

She was dressed, as always, in a well cut and professional
looking suit. This one was an olive green that set off her auburn
hair. It was probably only my imagination or maybe my suddenly
heightened awareness of her, she seemed brighter, more vivid this
morning. How would I ever live without this woman in my life?  I
sighed inwardly;  it was no longer a matter of if I was going to
accept her conditions. I knew that I already had.

She smiled at me, as she looked up from some paper on her desk.
"Good morning, Nathan. I hope your leg is better."

Small talk, I thought. Well, it was a start. God knew I had no
idea how to proceed. "No pain, Monique. I ran on it yesterday and
it is fine for all it looks like a five year old used it for a
finger painting canvas."

She chuckled at my joke and shivers ran down my spine. "How are
you," her tone changed, becoming quieter, more intimate,
"otherwise, Nathan?"

I flipped to the pages in my steno-pad notebook where my list
was. I reread the first sentence several times as I tried to
formulate a response. Finally, I could not frame the answer in
any but bluntly honest terms. "Confused, Monique. Perhaps
disoriented is a better word. I am very unsure about what you
have said you expect from me, and what I can expect from you in
return. The book was helpful, maybe even encouraging, but I can
tell you that I am not in a muck sweat of excited anticipation to
enter into that type of a relationship. I cannot point to
anything I read or thought about that excites me very much."

Her voice was calm, but her face showed traces of sadness,
disappointment. "So, where does that leave you, Nathan?  What do
you plan to do?"  She was not going to help a bit, damn her.

"It leaves me in love with you, damn it."  My voice was harsh
with emotion. "It leaves me wondering if there is anything for me
in this little arrangement you have proposed. I am more than a
toy for you to play the games in that book with, Monique. I am a
person who wants to pursue a relationship with you, even a life
with you. I want to be strong for you, to be the person you come
to when you need to be held. I want to fight dragons for you. I
want the right to court you, to pamper you and to take care of
you. Just as I want you there, being strong for me, when I need
to be held or need to be pampered or taken care of. I want to go
to sleep with your head on my shoulder, and then awaken to make
love with you in the dawn's light. I don't want this relationship
to make either one of us less than we are. Do you understand
that?"

Her eyes had widened at my outburst, then smiled. "Nathan, I
don't want to diminish you, either. I want you to be everything
that you can be for me and for you. I don't want an automaton,
Nathan, I want a man. I want all the things you mentioned from
that man, but there are times, and they will be often I suspect,
that I will want his submission as well. The question is, Nathan,
can you give me that submission and still be that man you want to
be?"

That definitely was the question. I forced myself to calm. "I
don't know, Monique. I wish that I did, so that I could walk out
here, out of your life right now if I was not. I am afraid that I
am not clairvoyant. The only way to know for sure is to try." 
The smile those words evoked in her made me stop in mid sentence.
God, but it made her even lovelier. I would walk through hell
barefoot to put that smile on her face again. 

"Monique, we need to talk some more about all this, about some of
the things in that book you gave me. But, pending the completion
of that talk, and assuming we resolve those issues, I will try to
be the man you say you need, because, I very badly need you.

She once again became very serious. "Thank you. I am honored by
your commitment. And yes, Nathan, we do need to talk. We will
need to talk often as we progress, if we progress. I have a very
powerful need in me, and I hope, no, I think that you are the
answer to that need. Nathan, whenever we are alone in here, in
this office, and the doors are not locked, you may speak freely,
without reservation, about anything. It is a free zone for you,
without restrictions, without constraints. If I lock the doors,
then no one can enter and our reputations will be safe, and we
may have an impromptu scene here. Only Roselie will enter the
unlocked door without knocking and she will know soon enough if
we are becoming close. She also knows that I would not have a
relationship with a man if dominance and submission were not
parts of it, so she will believe that you are submitting to me,
anyway. However, for now, I will order her to knock so that you
will have warning when our privacy may be invaded."

"Monique, we have to discuss limits and personal issues, too. I
am not ready or willing to go as far as that book indicates some
people do. I do not want either of us hurt by this."

Her smile was gentle. "I knew giving you that book was a good
idea. Yes, we need to negotiate, Nathan. You have much to learn
about the scene, about me and about yourself. I have much to
learn about you. Negotiation is the first part. Most novice
submissives do not fully appreciate the importance of that."  She
beamed at me like a teacher with a prized student. Hell, maybe
she was going to be my teacher. "That is perhaps because you are
not, by nature or training, a sub. Nathan, the two things that
will sustain us in this exploration are trust and caring. I do
not want either of us hurt either."  The intercom on her desk
phone buzzed. It was Roselie announcing Monique's first
appointment of the day. She looked up at me. "We will talk some
more later, Nathan."  She returned her attention to the phone and
I went back to my office.

I did not accomplish much that day. Either I was staring at the
door to Monique's office, or down at the list of issues I had
prepared. Monique was tied up with a stream of appointments,
meetings and calls all day. All I could do was try and work, and
wait.

At five pm, a somewhat harried looking Monique opened my door and
came into my office. I offered to get her some coffee, but she
waved that off and sat down in one of the other chairs. "What an
awful day!"  she exclaimed. "All I want to do, is talk with you,
and everything conspires to prevent that. I am sorry, Nathan." 
her eyes and tone were softly sympathetic. "I know that you made
a very difficult decision today, and you are still very
uncomfortable about it. Probably even unhappy about it. You
deserved better today."  I tried to reassure her, but she waved
that off, as well. "Don't talk nonsense, Nathan. After the
commitment you made, ambivalent as I know you feel about
submitting to me, you needed encouragement, and you needed some
compassion. It is my responsibility to help you, and I was unable
to."  She looked at her watch.

"Nathan, I know that I said we would not go out together until
after your first submission scene with me, but why don't we go
someplace quiet and have some dinner. We can talk and start our
negotiation. You have a lot on your mind, and if we don't talk,
at least a little, you won't rest at all."  She certainly had me
pegged.

"How about I buy you some dinner?"

She laughed. "Negotiating already, Mr Evans?  No, I don't think
so. That would make it too much like the date I said you could
not have until you paid for it in services rendered. All right,
we will go Dutch. How is that?"  I nodded my assent. 

The place we went was a small Italian restaurant in Fairfax. It
had a little dining room off the main room that was nearly empty
on a Monday night. We were seated in a dark corner, well away
from any other diners. Hanging plants abounded in the room,
giving the appearance of isolation.
I ordered a light pasta dish and salad. My stomach was already
roiling and would not have tolerated anything rich. Monique did
the same, ordering some wine with her meal. The food was
excellent, and we enjoyed the meal. It may not have been a "date"
by Monique's decree, but it was warmly intimate, a meeting of
close friends enjoying one another's company. Certainly it was
more enjoyable than any of the dates I had been on since my
retirement.

After coffee was served, and the bills dispensed with, Monique's
attitude changed subtly. She seemed to become taller in her seat,
and she felt further away. "Mr. Evans, you need to talk. Let us
begin with some ground rules. Once we complete these
negotiations, when we are alone, and involved in a scene, you
will always refer to me as "Mistress" or Mistress Monique". It is
my title and my honorific, and I will expect that as a matter of
respect."  This was not unexpected. "Since you do not know me as
well as you will need to yet, I will key you to a scene in
progress. If I say "present yourself", a scene is on. If I call
you on the phone and say that "This is Mistress Monique.", a
scene is on. Letters signed by "Mistress Monique" or addressed to
you with your name in lower case letters will do the same.
Finally, if I lock the doors to my office after you enter, I
expect you to submit to me there. Do you understand, Nathan?"

"Yes, Monique. I understand those clues."

She nodded at the deliberate use of her name. We had not yet
begun to negotiate. "Very well, do you understand the meaning of
a safeword?"  I nodded. "Well, you will need one. I want you to
think on that word, and make a recommendation to me in the
morning. Before we meet for your first full submission session,
you must have an approved safeword. I will expect you to use it,
Nathan. Roselie doesn't, and for that reason, she sometimes takes
more than she should from me. I am strict, and sometimes, I am
severe."  Her face seemed to darken in the candle light. "Those
times you noted her absences were the days after scenes in which
she did not safeword, and in which I erred. She was badly bruised
those days and could not sit. You will find this hard to
understand, but Roselie loves being corrected corporally, and
does not recognize her own limits. Your intervention forced me to
accept that fact, and now, I am much more careful with her.

"However, you are not like that. You will have to help me as I
probe your limits, Nathan. I want, need to go to the edge with
you."  The look on her face was incredible. I can only describe
it as rapturous. This was how she felt about hurting me?  My
stomach told me dinner might not have been light enough. She saw
my look, and interpreted it correctly. "You will be trained to
it, Nathan. You will learn to accept it, if not enjoy it. IF you
stay, that is."

She continued. "I play and enjoy many games, Nathan. Some,
perhaps many of them, you will not enjoy. If there are any you
simply cannot tolerate, use your safeword. Stop the scene, and we
will regroup afterwards. It may be that we will adjust some part
of the game, or that we may need to simply discard it. Your
safeword is literally your self protection, Nathan. Use it
wisely."

"Except for one specific set of circumstances, Nathan. This is
very important."  She was leaning toward me, now, her body rigid,
her voice intense.

"Some games are very, very important to me. I enjoy them
intensely. I take great pride in their planning, in their
preparation and in their execution. I do not want to discard
them. I will not discard them.  These games do not involve much
pain, perhaps no more than a hand spanking or mild paddling. They
will, in all likelihood, be embarrassing to you. You will have to
face that, Nathan, that I will revel in your embarrassment, your
discomfort. Those emotions are reactions are very important to
me. If we are to be together, you will have to be prepared to
feed those needs. I call scenes such as I have described "go no-go
tests". If I ever use those words to you, either in person, by
phone, or by message, then that means that your safeword is not
available to you. Our compatibility as a pair, as a couple are
what these trials will test. 

"If you do not accept the test, or if I feel that you failed to
try your best, then I do not believe I can commit to you as you
want me to commit to you. Failure of a go no-go test will be
reviewed for cause, and you will be disciplined for failing,
probably severely. Then, we will do it again until you pass. I
have to know that I am more important to you than any silly self
stereotypes you may have. Your self image and self confidence
will be greatly challenged in these tests, Nathan, but I think
you are more than up to it. I would not be considering a
relationship with you if I did not think so. Do you understand,
Nathan?  This is very important to me."

"Monique, I understand part of it. You are going to put me in
some very embarrassing situations. You will probably tease me
about them, if I understand the book I read. You will not
endanger my reputation with this?"

She sat back, and for a moment, looked angry. "I will not
endanger you, PERIOD. I would not be here tonight, Nathan Evans,
if I did not think that you might be the man I have wanted in my
life forever. I will hurt you and cause you pain, yes. I will
embarrass you, yes. I will make you very uncomfortable, yes. But
I will never endanger you, cause you lasting harm or
disfigurement, or diminish you as a person."

"Then I understand what I need to know, Monique, and accept the
go no-go test criteria."

Monique relaxed visibly. "Now, Nathan, what do you have on your
list?"

I had the thing memorized. I took a deep breath. "Monique, I am a
very private person, and probably in your eyes, a very
conventional one. I am not anything other than strictly
heterosexual. I will not tolerate being in sexual situations with
other males. For now, that must include D/S scenes, as the only
way I am able to reconcile my feelings about that aspect of us is
by considering D/S to be lovemaking for you."  I looked up at her
and she indicated that I should continue.

"I would like to keep this private between us. I do not want to
have sex, or be used sexually, by another woman. Frankly, I would
prefer to involve no one else in this experience."  Monique was
shaking her head and I stopped. "Yes, Monique?"  I asked.

"Nathan, Roselie is part of my life. I love her and she will have
to be involved. I have told you that she wants you. If you are
with me, I will want to give you to her for her pleasure."

That brought me up short. "Monique, I have always been a one
woman man. I like monogamy, I like the effort it takes to make
one very special woman happy. That is why I regret my failed
marriage so much. I do not know how I will react to this. For
you, I will try, but it is against my nature and my instincts."

"Will you try with Roselie, Nathan?"  Her tone changed to one
that was almost pleading. "Please."

Nodding, I finally agreed. "Roselie, yes. I can accept that, but
maybe not right away. If I have to walk away from this, well, I
would rather do it whole."  My honesty hurt her, but she nodded
her agreement.

"Secondly, Nathan, I will want other women to test you, to help
train you. These are friends of mine, strong, talented women who
are wonderfully skilled at getting into a person's head, and
taking him places he never dreamed of going. I must insist that
you agree to this, Nathan. However, I agree that you will not be
required to serve them sexually, nor will they be allowed to use
or test you sexually."

"Monique, be very careful what you spring on me with other
people. I am working very hard to trust you. I do not trust
easily, and I cannot promise to extend that trust to others
simply at your request. You would do well to warn your friends of
that, as well."

"I understand, Nathan. Much of this will be hard for you. I hope
you find some of it to be exciting, even worthwhile. One reason I
want other women involved is to try and find things that you do
enjoy. I will learn from them as they test you. I hope you
understand."

I thought I did, and I hated it, but I already knew that I had
won all the concession from her on that score that I could. I
looked back at my list. "We have already discussed the safety of
my personal reputation, especially if I have to leave because of
this. I do not want to have my future employability affected by
this."
She sighed. "You will have to learn to trust me, Nathan. I will
protect you. I promise."

Shrugging that off, I went back to the list. "Outside of specific
scenes, I will not play the submissive. I want to be able to
court you, take you out to dinner and the theater, to make love
to you. I want to be the person that I am, or think that I am. If
I have to pay the price, I want full value for my coin."

That made her laugh. "My dear, I would not accept less. I want to
own all that you are, Nathan. That means your strength and free
will. You have a healthy, natural dominant streak in you, my
friend. It shows every day in the office. I want that part of you
as well as your submission. In return, I want to give you all
that I am. And that means the soft and feminine, as much as it
does the strict and dominant. What is next?"

I looked at my list, then put it in the pocket. "If you mean what
you just said, then everything else on that list is covered."

"Then, we have a deal?"  She put her hand out across the table to
me. 

I rose and walked around the table and took her hand in mine, and
shook it gently. Then, in a courtly move taught to me in those
infernal dance lessons, I made a bow over her hand, and kissed it
gently. "Yes, my love, we have a deal."   I held the kiss for
several seconds before I rose again. She did not let go of my
hand.

"Mmmmm, you do that very well, Nathan. I will remember that. Now,
we should make plans for our first get together."  She opened her
appointment calendar. "Nathan, are you free Friday evening?"  I
nodded. I was always free these days. "Very well, you are coming
to my house for dinner on Friday. That will also mark your first,
real training under the loving care of Mistress Monique."  She
grinned as I marked the date down in my own appointment book. If
she noticed the pen shaking, she tactfully did not mention it.

"Now that we have that decided, we should both be getting home to
bed."  She took an envelope out of her purse. "This is a
questionnaire. It will tell me what experiences you have had,
mostly sexual, so that I can use what you know, and train you to
what I like that you do not yet know. Fill it out first thing in
the morning, and then, bring it and your desired safeword to me." 
She handed me another, thicker envelope. "Open this tomorrow
after you have showered. I will expect you to be using them when
you come to me with your paperwork. The D/s arrangements we have
discussed begin with the approval of your word."

"All right."  I took the envelope and then, helping her to rise,
kissed her hand again. I walked her to her car where we said our
good nights, and then stood by until she was safely on her way.
When the tail light of her car was no longer visible, I walked to
my own vehicle, and went home. Surprisingly, I fell immediately
into a deep, untroubled sleep.

Everyone had to be watching me. They had to know. The difference
in sound as I walked was so obvious. The simple movements of
walking were new and different to me. I seemed to feel the
movement of every muscle I used in the simple act of walking. I
moved as quickly as I could to my office and tried to calm down. 

Once I had relaxed somewhat, I pulled out the questionnaire and
began to work my way through it. No, I was not a virgin. Yes, I
enjoyed oral sex (a LOT!), both as a provider and as a recipient.
No, I had never performed cunnilingus on a woman during her
period. Yes, I had tried anal sex, but not on the receiving end.
Oh god. I had worn women's clothes, once to a costume party in
payment of a bet forfeit. No, I had not worn diapers. Yes, I had
received enemas, but only in the hospital. No, I had never been
catheterized. No, I had never indulged in games involving my or
my partner's urine. No, I had never participated in group sex of
any kind. No, I had never had sex with a member of my own gender.
No, I had never given or received spankings, paddlings or other
forms of corporal punishment as part of a relationship. I had
played a bondage game, once, but my wife had freaked out when she
could not move and that had ended that. I'd had only one,
monogamous relationship since I retired from the Navy and that
was more than six months ago. Yes, I have been tested for HIV and
was negative. Testing was immediately prior to retirement from
the Navy. And so on.

I finished the questionnaire and then reviewed it once to make
sure I had been completely honest. It had taken almost two hours.
Checking with Roselie, to make sure Monique was free and would be
for a while, I knocked on her door and entered her office. 

It felt different now, being in there with her. I can't explain
it, except that it no longer was "just a room" to me. Things
could happen to me here, disconcerting things, things that I was
not certain I was completely ready for. 

Monique watched me walk across the room to her desk, her face
expressionless, her arms crossed beneath her breasts. I stopped
across her desk from her, but did not take my normal chair. It
did not seem appropriate somehow, regardless of whether the word
was approved or not.

I handed the package to Monique, and she paged through it. She
would turn quickly to specific pages, I noticed, and then stop.
She seemed to be want to see about certain items immediately. I
stood quietly watching her, and reviewing my word choice one more
time.

I had gone back to "The Loving Dominant" one more time to review
the section on safe words. The word had to meet the criteria of
being distinctive, but not normally used in either day-to-day or
scene conversation. I hoped it would be approved, since it had
more than just the safety connotations and meanings to me.
She finished reading the parts of the questionnaire and set it
aside. Looking up at me, she spoke in a quiet, authoritative
tone. "What is your safeword, Mr Evans?"

I swallowed, trying to moisten my mouth enough to speak.
"Monique, I would like my safeword to be "soulmate"."  Her mouth
dropped momentarily before she recovered.

"Is that how you really feel, Nathan?"  This time her voice was
soft, caressing.

"Yes!"  the word came out in a rush. "It is my whole reason for
doing this, Monique. I think you may be a missing part of me, and
I wish to honor that. If part of you is... this stuff..."  I was
losing my composure again. "then, I have to accept that to find
that part of me. And... and, if, in the course of this experiment
I have to use the safeword, then I want the word to remind you
why I am here, and who I want to be to you."

The look on her face was breathtaking. The only thing I can think
of comparable is the look on a child's face when the tree is
first turned on to display all the gifts under it on Christmas
morning. A tear ran down her face. "That is beautiful, Nathan. I
am honored. I accept your safeword, and I accept you."

Her hand moved to her desk, pushed a button, and the sound of the
electronic dead bolts clunking shut rang ominously behind me. She
stood and walked over to stand behind me. "The doors are now
locked, Mr Evans, do you remember what that means?"  Her breath
was soft on my ear, and her perfume tantalized my nose.

"Yes, Mistress Monique, I remember."

"Excellent, Mr. Evans. Now, I don't intend to start your formal
training here. Too many potential interruptions, but we will have
some informal training from time to time. Just to keep you on
your toes and to let you know I care."  Her laugh was soft, and
disturbing. "I wonder if you were a good boy, and did as I asked,
even if you were not yet formally in my keeping."  She leaned
against me and I felt her move upward against my back. Her breath
warmed the shell of my ear. Her voice was a throaty whisper,
directly into my ear. "Take off your shoes and trousers for me,
Mr. Evans. Show me what I want to see."

>From the moment I stepped out of the shower this morning, I knew
this was coming. I slowly undid my belt, and untied my shoes. I
slipped my trousers off and folded them carefully, earning a
"Very neatly done, Mr. Evans" from Monique. I stood there in my
socks, and in the bright red satin panties and bottomless
pantyhose that had been in the bulkier of the two envelopes. "The
socks, too, Mr. Evans."  I slipped down, and pulled off the
socks, and laid them over my folded trousers. "Face me, Mr.
Evans, then stand at attention."  I did an about face as I had
been taught at Annapolis. I got a shock for my effort as the
nylon drew static from the carpet. I stood to attention, and
Monique looked me up and down, walking first in front of me, then
behind me.

Her hands fondled the bare cheeks of my ass and I jumped in
surprise. That earned me my first swat on my behind. "I said
attention, Mr. Evans. Even civilians know that means you do not
move, sir."  Deft hands straightened the nylon straps that
connected the waist band of the hose to the legging part, and
then pulled the back of the thong panties tighter into my ass
crease, making a wedgie.

She came in front of me and looked me directly in the eyes, then
leaned up and gently kissed my rigid lips. Her hand fondled me
through the satiny barrier of the panties. "Mmmmmm, Mr. Evans,
perhaps you will like this better than you thought. This."  she
punctuated that word with a teasing squeeze on my cock, "says you
are enjoying this quite well."  She kissed me once more, then
stepped back. "And you did quite well for such an impromptu
little game. Just remember that a lady will always keep her
stockings straight. Someday, they might be seamed."  Her grin was
devilish. "Dismissed, Mr. Evans."

I reached for my pants and socks, but Monique grabbed them first.
"No, I think I will keep these. Don't want your feet sweating in
those stockings and socks, now do we?"  She went back and sat
back down at her desk. "Nathan, I am about to unlock the doors,
however the scene will not end until you leave the room and close
the door behind you. In other words, the room is not the promised
safe zone, until you leave it and return. Do you understand?"

I answered automatically. "Yes, Monique."  , then caught the
error as her eyebrow lifted... "I mean, Yes, Mistress."

"We will discuss that failure more fully on Friday, Mr. Evans. In
the meantime, I want you to get another HIV screening. According
to your file, you should be safe, but I will have to certify that
to anyone who plays with you. I, of course, will receive like
verification from them, and provide mine to you. Nathan, D/S
often does not include sex. In fact, for you, by my promise, it
will only include sex with me or maybe Roselie, but other fluids
can come in contact with you or with others. Fluids which can
transmit the virus. Tell me when you have had the test, and give
me a copy of the results."

I had finished putting on my trousers and shoes while she spoke.
My shoes felt strange, sliding around on the slippery nylons.
"Yes, Mistress Monique. May I be excused now?"

The door locks clicked open. "Yes, Mr. Evans, you may. Please
close the door on your way out."

Back in my office, I fell into my chair. My heart was racing and
I was sweating profusely. I was also painfully erect. Was that
the woman or the circumstances of the scene?  The answer was not
immediately forthcoming, and that was decidedly perplexing.

The remainder of the week, with the exception of two episodes,
went normally. The first came the day after the pantyhose
inspection. Monique gave me a brown cardboard box filled with
books. A quick inspection of the contents revealed that all were
erotic, and most were D/S oriented. Most of the D/S books were
Female Dominant/Male Submissive tales. "For your reading pleasure
and edification."  she had said with that smile I was beginning
to half dread.

The second incident came on Thursday, immediately after lunch.
Monique locked the doors again, and again stripped me down to my
underwear. This time, however, I was not wearing lingerie, only
my jockey briefs. "Take them off, Mr Evans."  I gaped at her in
disbelief. "Now, Mr. Evans."  When I did as I had been ordered,
she took them from me and set them on her desk. My eyes got even
wider when she hiked up her skirt and pulled off her own black
lace panties.

She walked over to me, and carefully wrapped the lacy fabric
around the shaft of my penis, and then told me to take myself in
my hand. She then sat down, on the edge of her desk, and
proceeded to display her bare pubis to me. She was so delicate,
there, so finely formed. The brown red hairs of her mound had
been trimmed to make a little heart. She was incredibly beautiful
there, as well. Instinctively, my grip on the shaft of my cock
tightened. "Yes, that is a good boy, Mr. Evans, play with your
pretty lace wrapped dick. Make it big for me, but don't cum. You
have to ask me for permission, first."  She was teasing herself
as much as she was teasing me. I could see her fingers beginning
to glisten with her lubrication.

I had read of this game, the teasing, the withholding of
permission, and was determined to play it well for her, but I
began to lose control. I had been on edge ever since Tuesday. The
scent of her seemed to fill the air, driving me further toward
the edge. "Mistress, please, may I cum."

Her own hand sped up, moving across her labia and then back to
her clitoris, her fingers agile, nearly a blur. "Not.... until...
I ... do .. first, Mr. Evans."  She was panting, breathing hard
too. I felt the inevitable start, I clenched my cheeks, trying to
delay, knowing it was beyond the point of stopping, when she went
rigid. Her fingers stopped moving for a second, and then another,
and then her whole body uncoiled as she fell back onto the desk
under the force of her orgasm.

"Cum, Mr. Evans, NOW!!"  she panted out, and I did, filling the
panties with a thick, copious spew. My knees went weak and I
caught myself on the chair with my free hand.

We each recovered at about the same time. She stood and walked
over to me. She gripped me at the base of my cock, and tiptoed up
to kiss me lightly on the lips. Impish merriment twinkled in her
eyes.  "Was it good for you, too, dear?"

Frankly, I did not know whether to answer or not. "Yes, Mistress-dear,
it was very good. Thank you."  That earned me another
chuckle and another squeeze of my cock.

"I see you have been reading up on the etiquette, Mr. Evans. Very
good. Now, put on the panties, and don't let anything drip on my
carpet."

I carefully smeared the puddle of semen in the panty around the
crotch of the garment, and then pulled them slowly, painfully
onto me. Monique is a tall woman, but she is still slender. I am
a slender man, but still, these panties were very tight and had
little give to them. "Very good, Mr. Evans, you may finish
dressing now."  While I did, Monique pulled on my jockeys and
pinned them with a safety pin.

"You may leave, Mr. Evans. Please bring my panties back, cleaned
when you come to dinner tomorrow. I will expect you precisely at
seven. Roselie will give you directions."

Back in my office, I sat uncomfortably in the very tight, very
wet and sticky panties. Well, at least this time, I wasn't hard.
The thought of erecting in these panties was sufficiently painful
as to make that occurrence unlikely. I got back to work. 

End Part 3


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