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SoulMates Part Fourteen: My Teacher's Teacher
by Tigger
Copyright 1997, all rights reserved

Chapter 39       Returning to Work

Monday arrived too damned soon. I was not nearly recovered, but I
was going insane watching day upon day of quiz shows, soap operas
and talk shows.

The drive to work was not fun. For the first time in my life, I
wished for automatic transmission. Clutching used muscles that
were still stiff from bruising and subsequent sedentary
convalescence. By dint of pure cussedness, I finally arrived at
work and got myself settled at my desk long before either Monique
or Roselie arrived. 

Once they did arrive (and got over their initial righteous
indignation that I was not home like a good boy), both women
spent the entire damned day watching over me like hawks, or maybe
like broody hens. 

And treating me like spun glass.

Roselie looked for and found reasons to come into my office
regularly.  She brought me mail to read and papers to sign, and
she'd always arrive just in time to "notice" my emptied coffee
cup. She'd just "happened" to have "just" made fresh coffee and
naturally, she'd just "happened" to bring the pot with her.
Monique, on the other hand, seemed to have something she just
could not wait to show me or to discuss with me, just about any
time I might normally be heading for her office. Between the two
of them, they made absolutely sure that I spent most of the day
in my office. I would not have been surprised to see a bedpan
show up in my office.

Although I would die before admitting it to those two, it was
most likely for the best. By the end of the day, I was exhausted.
The more tired I got, the stiffer my hips, knees and ankles
became. I think this muscle tightness was due more to my forced
inactivity than the original injuries, but by four pm, I was
about at my limit. I packed up and stopped at Roselie's desk to
discuss the next day's schedule with her before heading for my
car. She was still watching me closely and I sat on the edge of
her desk making small talk for a bit, trying to allay her
concerns.

I was just about to leave, when a petite, older woman strode
purposefully into the office, stopping at Roselie's desk. She was
blond, going ash, and handsome rather than beautiful. She was
stylishly turned out in a black dyed suit of suede, matching
heels and a choker of black pearls. Fashion framed glasses made
her chocolate brown eyes seem unusually huge. A large shoulder
bag hung from her right shoulder.  An altogether striking woman,
she moved with the easy confidence of someone well in charge of
her life.

"Roselie."  her voice was low, friendly and interestingly
accented. "Good afternoon, dear. Is she in?  Ahh. Excellent.
Please announce me."  Roselie's reaction to this woman and her
abnormal request was nothing short of amazing. She shot out of
her seat and straight into Monique's office, without knocking,
instead of simply using the intercom. She came out just as
quickly.

"She is on the phone with the Chairman, Ma'am. Would you like to
go in and take a seat, please?"  The woman nodded regally and
moved to the office door, clearly familiar with the layout. 

"She is talking with the Chairman?" my voice shifting upwards in
pitch, unbelieving. This was completely counter to Monique's
habits and standing direction to myself and Roselie. When she
spoke to the Chairman of the Board, no one nonessential to the
issue under discussion was ever allowed in her office. No one,
period, end of discussion. And yet, she was in there, and
Roselie, who knew the rules better than I, gave no indication of
surprise or dismay over this turn of events. "Who IS she?"

Roselie's answer was an awed whisper. "That's Sondra."

Now I was whispering. "Monique's Sondra?"  A jerky, nervous nod
answered my query. Now that was surprising since I did not know
she was expected. I had yet to meet the lady in my months with
Monique. I rather thought Monique would tell me when her
obviously well loved friend and teacher planned to visit her.

"Yes. I've only met her a few times."  Roselie licked her lips
and cast furtive, nervous glances at the closed door. "She tested
me in a session once, after Monique had decided I was properly
trained."  Roselie's voice wobbled slightly as she spoke and that
said more about that memory than her words did. "She is very
tough, but very, very skilled as a domme. That scene was terrible
and wonderful, all at the same time."

I muttered some wordless, affirmative sounding grunt of
agreement, while staring at the door to Monique's private office.
An altogether impressive lady for all her lack of physical
stature, but the question I kept asking was "Why now?" and "Why
didn't Monique tell me?"  I was sure she would have told me, so 
this sudden visit from Europe was apparently unexpected. 

Twenty years of military service tends to make someone leery of
coincidences.  With one of those sudden flashes of insight, the
answer hit me. Jennifer. Damn the well meaning busybody. Mumbling
something to Roselie about having forgotten something important,
I tossed my coat back into the closet. Adrenalin was pumping now,
and the fatigue of moments ago was not even a memory.

I snatched up a report I had planned to discuss with Monique in
the morning. It would do as camouflage, if I needed it. Testing
the door between her office and mine, I let out a quiet sigh of
relief to find it still unlocked. I cracked the door open as
quietly as I could. Monique's office was so huge that, unless
they were looking directly at the side door, nothing would give
away the fact that the room was no longer sound proof.

".....can't believe this, Monique."  The French-German accented
voice was no longer as soft and sweetly gentle as it had been for
Roselie. Monique was getting a masterful chewing out. "Jennifer
said that on top of not recognizing and honoring his code word,
on top of continuing a scene he was no longer able to handle or
willing to participate in, you corporally punished HIM for his
supposed failures and lack of trust in YOU to the point that he
was able to move from his bed for a week. That is unforgivable,
Monique..."

I stepped into the office, viewing a tableau that was out of the
ordinary, to say the least. Monique stood like a penitent child
beside her desk. Her head was bowed, her hands were clasped in
front of her, her body was turned toward Sondra, who was seated
in Monique's leather desk chair. The older woman looked very much
the stern judge looking over the accused prior to pronouncing
sentence. Well, that, at least, explained why the electric locks
had not been set. Monique would have set them;  Sondra probably
did not know about them or how to activate them. I slammed the
door closed with a force that brought both women snapping
upright, out of their reverie, and had them spinning towards me
in surprise. "No it is not." I stated firmly, "In fact, it is
already forgiven."  Ignoring the pulling of stiff muscles, I
continued moving toward Monique's desk, trying to move normally.

I reached the desk, and without being asked or acknowledged,
settled into my usual chair. I faced Sondra with a sense of calm
self control that surprised even me.

"Who is this?"  She demanded imperiously at Monique. 

The question was directed at Monique, not me, but I answered
anyway. "I am the man you were just discussing."

Sondra's brown eyes went wide, then became narrow and stern
behind her huge glasses. Her voice dripping with royal dismissal,
she waved me away. "This does not concern you. I will meet you
when you are physically able to stand up to the testing I will
demand of you."

I shook my head, smiling gently. I had played too many power
games in the for-real world to be run off over this, or by this
woman. "Wrong on both counts, Sondra. May I call you Sondra?  I
am Nathan, by the way. In any case, if this is about something
that has transpired between Monique and me, then it concerns me
far more than it does you. As to your other statement, that is
doubly wrong. We ARE meeting now, and you won't EVER test me."

My calm assertion caught her off guard, for she sat quietly for
several long moments, simply staring at me in puzzled
concentration. "I must be mistaken, then." she said, irony
dripping from her tones, "You are not submitting to my student,
Monique, then?"

I grinned at her obvious ploy and shook my head. "I am, but I
submit to no one else."

"Then you are the one who is mistaken, sir. Understand, young
man, if you submit to my student, then you will submit to me. In
so doing, you prove your commitment to her, and prove her worth
to me."

"No, it is you, I am afraid, who does not understand. Neither of
those issues require further proof."

A delicately shaped brow arched in challenge. "And if I disagree?

"Then we agree to disagree, but you will still be wrong."

"Perhaps. But if she ordered you to present yourself to me?"

I shook my head. "She won't."  I said with absolute confidence.

Monique looked up for the first time, glancing first at me before
turning back to face Sondra. "He is correct, Mistress. I will
never order Nathan to present himself to you."

If Sondra was surprised by that declaration, she did not show it.
She merely turned her attention back to me and renewed her
attack. "She might still ask it of you, sir. Would you deny her
that if she wanted it of you?"

"She won't ask. We have an agreement on that score."  I
considered for another moment, then smiled and repeated  "She
will not ask it of me."

Sondra fell silent, regarding the two of us studiously. Feeling
the need to do SOMETHING. I stood up, caught Monique's hand in
mine and pulled her gently to the chair with me. I settled her
into my lap. Unfortunately, I could not completely mask the
grimace of pain when she landed on my legs, stressing my sore
knees and hips. Not the best move on my part for me, but Monique
looked grateful for the support of physical contact.

Sondra watched that and spoke. "How very strange. She has always
sent her submissives to me for final testing."

I grinned. "I think you will find, Sondra, that I am unique in
many ways."

My mild irreverence brought Sondra's brows up again. "Yes, well,
perhaps we shall see. However, sir, why have you interrupted us?" 
She was trying to regain control of our confrontation and I could
not permit that. I decided to continue the flippancy.

"I thought I had business in here, and one of the perks of my job
is cart blanche to enter through that door when it is unlocked."

Sondra's eyes swiveled to Monique who nodded slightly, verifying
my story. She turned back to face me directly. "And your
business?"

In other words, get it over with and get out of here, Nathan, my
lad. "My business here?  Monique. You. Me. You were discussing me
when I came in, remember?  Once I realized who you were, and that
I had not been warned to expect your arrival, I guessed that
Jennifer might have been talking to you about the two of us. As I
understand the relationship you and Monique share, you
periodically drop by to call Monique to accounts for her little
failures. I suspect, based on the timing of your arrival, that
you are here to discipline Monique for what happened last week.
And I cannot permit that to happen."

Sondra settled deeper into the chair, giving every indication
that she was fully in command of this confrontation. She would
have made a hell of a ship's captain or command master chief.
"And if I am?  That is certainly an issue that is solely between
Monique and me, between student and Mistress. Any correction or
retraining of my student is not the concern of a submissive, even
her submissive."

I kept my voice steady. She might never session me, but she was
testing me. I had been through much the same thing a hundred
times with a hundred bosses. She was good, this Mistress of
Monique's, but when it came to this type of power game, I had
been already faced and faced down the very best. She was not up
to my weight in this arena. "Wrong. I am the ONLY one concerned.
As far as I am concerned, Sondra, you two can play any game or
scene you want, but if you show the slightest inclination of
bringing what happened between me and Monique into your
interactions, then I will stop it AND you."

She chuckled. It was a sardonic, derisive sound. "Very Strong
words, sir, very strong indeed. You honestly believe you could do
that?  Amazing. Young man, I have been keeping men like you at
bay and in their place all of my adult life. You would not stand
a chance of stopping me."

Her mocking laughter was meant to goad me to anger. I merely
widened my smile. "Now who is underestimating whom?  Don't
mistake me or my motivations, Sondra. Don't confuse me with
anyone you may be used to dealing with. Don't think for an
instant that you can get around me on this or get away with what
you may be planning. What this thing is - is between us, between
Monique and me. Payment must be between the two of us. You have
no place and no rights in this situation."

"A pretty speech. Hard to back up, but very pretty none the less.
Does it make you feel better, more powerful to make such
statements?"

"Mistress?"  Monique spoke up. 

Sondra's gaze snapped to her. "Yes?"  she snarled, annoyance at
the interruption in her attack on me coloring that single word
question.

"What Nathan just said, Mistress, about himself, is true and you
should believe him. One thing I have learned about Nathan Evans
is that he never makes idle boasts. He never gives a warning he
is not able or willing to back up. I have never met anyone more
straight forward or more capable of doing exactly what he says
than him. He surprises me on a daily basis."

Her forehead wrinkling at that assertion by her student, Sondra's
tones became speculative. "And you permit him to threaten me? 
Your Mistress and your friend?"

I interceded again. "I am not threatening you, Sondra. I don't
waste time or emotion making threats. I am merely telling you
that you are to stay out of this aspect of our relationship and
that I consider the issue under discussion to come under that
heading. You are welcome in our lives, Sondra, as friend, as
confidante, as play partner, whatever gives you and Monique
pleasure, but you are not welcome if you come as judge, jury and
executioner. At least not when the issue involved is one that is
rightfully between Monique and me."

Sondra's face showed surprise for the first time. "Is he for
real?"

Monique smiled for the first time, also. Her hand tightened in
mine. "Oh, yes, Mistress, very very for real."

Sondra shook her head in disbelief. "And he submits to you?"

Monique turned to look into my eyes. She bent down and kissed me
gently before turning back to face Sondra. "He tries to submit,
Mistress, but he is really not very submissive at all. It is his
nature to lead, and he is very good at it. He tries to submit to
me, because I have told him I need it and because I have asked it
of him. He tries, Mistress. Perhaps, he tries too hard, because
so far, he merely endures what I do to him. Submission of any
type is so completely alien to his basic nature."  Monique shook
her head, as if this was a sudden revelation for her. "As yet, I
have not been able to find the gift that I, as domme, can give
him that matches what he gives to me."

"I see." Sondra said softly. "and this frustrates and hurts you,
doesn't it, Monique?"  All traces of steel had disappeared from
her voice. She sounded almost .... maternal. "Something that is
so important to you, something that fulfills you deeply,
something that is essential in making you the woman that you are,
is not connecting with THE man. The man who is more important to
you than anything else. It is not enough for him to try for you,
to endure for you. You want to share that exaltation, share that
joyful fulfillment with him."  Monique shifted uncomfortably on
my lap. Her hand became rigid in mine. Sondra had evidently
scored a direct hit on the crux of my love's dilemma.

Sondra turned her eyes back to me. "And you, Nathan. You do not
fear me in the least, do you?"  Her voice was calm, but puzzled.

"Not really. You cannot hurt me. I won't give you that power."

"Interesting choice of words - "give me that power". In other
words, I can only hurt you if you permit it?"

"Sondra. I am a career warrior - a good one. I can protect myself
in any situation except those in which I am restrained either
physically or emotionally. I won't permit you the former, and I
don't care for you in any way that you could do the latter.

She nodded in understanding and acceptance. "But Monique, she can
hurt you, eh?  And has, at least twice if Jennifer is in the
right of it. Even as you sit there, trying not to squirm from
lingering discomfort, you still bear the mark of her careless
misuse of the power you permit her to wield."  Monique blanched
at the blunt statement from her mentor.

"You are always vulnerable when you love, Sondra. The physical
pain is transitory. Losing her would have hurt much worse and
would have lasted for much longer."

"So you let her blackmail you emotionally into something like
that abominable session that Jennifer told me about?"

I shrugged. "I had to get her to talk to me again. I could not
think of any other way."

Sondra nodded at my response, then closed her eyes and shook her
head sadly. "What she did was terribly, terribly wrong, Nathan.
>From the start, she did not listen to you. Not when you used your
safe word, not when you tried to discuss what went wrong, not
when you tried to ask her forgiveness. If she is not connecting
with you during your regular sessions, then she was not
communicating with you there either. There are many ways to run a
scene, Nathan, to dominate someone. The approaches and games used
by a good top with a subject who is not really submissive are
very different than those for someone truly into the submissive
headspace. Monique is an excellent top, a wonderfully talented
domme who knows how to reach someone who is merely bottoming to
her. She has tried to make you into something that you evidently
are not. In doing so, she has hurt you because she violated the
basic tenets of her training and her craft."

I hugged Monique. Her mentor's words were hurting her far more
than any physical punishment Sondra would consider doling out to
her. "Perhaps she does, Sondra. But remember that she has only
known me for six months, and we have only been intimate for five
of them. What she has just told you about me, is probably a
fairly recent insight for her. And she has tried to help me find
that headspace with her in a session. I know that. You should,
too, Sondra. You trained her."

Sondra became silent. I wanted to shift in my seat, but squelched
the desire. I would not, could not give this woman any edge.
Finally, she smiled. "Yes, well, we shall have to see, won't we." 
She stood and reached for her bag. "Monique, I am hungry. You
know how little I like flying and I have not eaten since leaving
Zurich. Shall we take your young man out for some food and
conversation?"

The change in direction left me momentarily perplexed, but
Monique, evidently used to her friend's mercurial changes of
mood, jumped up from my lap and straightened her dress. "Yes, of
course, Mistress. What would you like?"

A totally impish grin transformed the older woman's face. I gaped
at the sudden change from stern prosecutor to mischievous
woman-child. "Some of your Americanized-Mexican food. No where
else in the world can you get food like that, least of all in
Mexico."

Monique shook her head, laughing at what I saw was private joke
between the them. "Why am I surprised. I will call for a table."  

When she reached for the phone, Sondra pulled a small box from
her bag and placed it in front of Monique. "Excellent, dear. And
you will take care of this for me?"

Monique never missed a beat as she reached for the phone. "Of
course, Mistress."

I frowned at the box, and turned to Monique. "Monique?"  I was
using my "CO" voice. She stopped and turned back to me, her eyes
wide in surprise. I had never used that tone of voice with her
before. Even Sondra's eyes went wide. "You WILL not permit any
discipline or payment for what is between us and us alone that I
do not personally approve of before hand. Do you understand?"

The comical look of shocked bewilderment on Monique's face was
almost worth what I had gone through at her hands. "Do you
understand?"  I repeated, now very quietly.

She swallowed, and brought her hand back from the phone. She
looked back and forth from Sondra to me and back again. Then she
looked at the box on the desk in front of her. Finally, she
nodded. "Yes, Nathan. I understand."

Not enough, I thought. I had been through Monique's little games
of grammar and clarity of speech, before. She had not agreed to
acquiesce to my demand, merely acknowledged comprehension of what
I had said. That response was not enough to assure what I wanted.
"And you will comply. Correct?"

Another pause, and then, another shaky nod. "Yes, Nathan. I will
comply."

Sondra had been watching this exchange with undisguised
amusement. "So, that is the way of it, is it?" she chuckled.
"Excellent. And Nathan?"  I broke eye contact with Monique and
looked at the petite blond. "The contents of that box are not
intended as punishment for this or any other infraction. They are
more in the way of a reminder, is all."  Then her eyes crinkled
into suppressed laughter. "And perhaps, a gift for you, later on.
One I think you will find quite to your liking."  Her smile
became mysterious, but when I looked to Monique, I found no hint
in her look, either. Perhaps because as she clutched the small
jewelry box to her chest, she steadfastly refused to meet my eyes
with hers.

Chapter 40  Dining with Your Domme's Domme

Monique drove us to a small Tex-Mex place in Arlington. Roselie
had been pointedly curious about what was going to happen, but
Monique had shoo-ed her off to home when we exited Monique's
office to find her waiting anxiously at her desk. We would have
many questions to answer next time we saw her.

Dinner was pleasant; the conversation even more so. Sondra was a
delightful dinner partner. Intelligent and witty, and possessed
of a sharp sense of humor, she eased what anxiety I still had
about the evening very quickly. Her effervescence more than made
up for Monique's uncharacteristic quiet at the meal. I thought
about it, and put it down to the lingering effects of the
confrontation earlier in her office. In any event, though, for me
the hours passed quickly until Sondra asked if we could call it
an evening. "Darlings, my day began almost twenty hours ago, and
at my age, I need my beauty sleep."  I was starting to remember
how tired I had felt at the end of the work day, too, so I was
relieved when Sondra asked to call it a night.

Over Monique's objections, Sondra insisted on going to her hotel.
Much to my surprise, it was not our hotel, but rather a luxury
hotel in Crystal City. I escorted Sondra to the door, over her
objections. "Look, Sondra, I used to work in this area, and no
matter how tough you may be, there is no point in taking
unnecessary chances."  She finally acquiesced and I walked her to
her suite door where she surprised me by going up on her tiptoes
and planting a kiss on my cheek. 
"I like you, Nathan Evans. And I think you are good for my
Monique. Certainly better than any of the other males I have seen
her with. You, I think, are strong enough to be there for her
when she needs you. Nothing against them, they were fine men, but
I think you will be able to give her more."  Her eyes seemed to
go unfocused for just a second before pinning me with laser
sharpness. "Yes. I think you will do, quite well, in fact. Have
fun tonight, dear. Don't waste my efforts on your behalf."  With
that, she disappeared into her room, leaving me just a bit
baffled behind her.

I rejoined Monique in the car. "Why is she here?  Why not at our
place?"

Monique pulled back into traffic and headed for Interstate 66.
"She likes being closer to the airport, for one reason. The real
reason is that when she tests me, she does not want to take the
chance of being discovered at my place of business. Everyone
knows me at our hotel and getting caught there would destroy my
reputation and my career. She won't use my facilities, the ones
in my basement, to correct me."  She stopped for a moment
remembering how I had first learned of those facilities, before
continuing hurriedly. "Professional courtesy, she says. I go to
Switzerland about once a year, for her birthday and for a real
workout in her dungeon. Usually, when she is here, she will give
me a thorough going over with her strap.  The suite she takes
there is next to the hotel's honeymoon suite, which is specially
sound insulated for the benefit of exuberant newlyweds. The
insulation works both ways so she can discipline me fully, so
long as I am properly muted and she is careful. I will have to
spend the night because I usually can't sit well enough to travel
immediately afterwards."

I sat in her car, quietly thinking over what she had said. "She
is going to test you while she is here, then?"

"Yes. She always does. Before you interrupted us, she had told me
she is staying for about ten days. I suspect I will be called to
present myself for a full session this weekend.  Perversely, I
usually fear it and usually want it. Although it will be very
intense, doing it ... I don't know, proves I still can take what
I dish out?  That is important to me. And, as I have said, she is
wonderfully skilled. It will be just as intensely pleasurable as
it is intensely painful."

We rode in silence for a few miles. I did not want to go home
alone, tonight, but I had never invited myself to her home
before, and I did not want to use what guilt she might feel as a
lever. I was still struggling with myself when she broke into my
mental debate. "Nate?"

I turned to her and saw her watching me out of the corner of her
eye as she drove down the road. "Yes?"

"Please, come home with me tonight?  Tomorrow, I have to face
Sondra, again. She will start my preparations for the weekend,
then. I would like to be held and maybe loved tonight?"  Her
voice was wistful, almost pleading.

It was a tailor made opportunity to be magnanimous, to be one up,
and I could not do it. "Monique, I have been sitting here trying
to figure out how to get invited. I don't know how much I can do,
because I am tired and still kind of sore. Still, I would love to
love you tonight, and I can't think of anything better than
sleeping with you in my arms."  The car perceptively sped up.

"Thank you, Nate. I can't either."

Chapter 41:    Loving a Dommed Domme

At her house, it quickly became apparent to me that something was
going on, that Monique was up to something. She was so.... I
don't know.... I guess kittenish is the best word. She was doing
her level best to tease me. If it had been Roselie acting like
this, I would not have been surprised, but it was completely out
of Monique's character to play the coquette. She was usually very
straightforward in the statement of her needs and desires. For a
woman, she was rather remarkably unsubtle.

But tonight, she was very different. It was seduction, with all
the props, from the word 'go', soft music, a gently flickering
fire in the hearth, candlelight and a floor length satin
nightgown that clung to every inch of her, hiding nothing and
everything. I found myself lounging on the floor by the fire,
with my arms and senses filled with Monique. Finally, I could not
stand it anymore. I had to know what was going on. "Monique, why? 
Why are we replaying one of Rudolf Valentino's love scenes?"

My answer was a toe-curling kiss, and a hand gently massaging my
penis through my trousers. "Nathan, please, just make love with
me?  Please?"  Her voice throbbed with need and kindled a like
need in me.

I may be curious and suspicious, but I am not stupid. I started
making fervent love to the woman I loved. I began kissing my way
down her throat, circling her neck with my lips and tongue,
stopping to nibble gently at the sweet crescents of her ears. My
fingers led my mouth down, into the decollete of her gown and
into the uncovered valley between her soft breasts. I pulled at
the soft, elastic bodice and uncovered her treasures.

And stopped cold.

Her nipples were unusually erect, unusually dark and red,
unusually firm. They were also sporting twin earrings of the type
my mother used to wear before she got her ears pierced. They were
little diamond, screw-on earrings, and they were screwed on very
tightly indeed. I touched one with the tips of my finger, while I
touched the other with my tongue. Monique shuddered quite
deliciously. I scooted back up to look her squarely in the eyes.
"How long?"
She did not pretend to know what I meant. "Since before dinner.
When I went to the bathroom before we left for the restaurant.
Remember Sondra went with me?  She was making sure they were on
properly."

I lifted one of them, gently, to examine it in the dancing fire
light. "This is what was in the jewelry box?"  She nodded, her
eyes tightly closed against the sensation that evidently flooded
back into her breast whenever those little toys were moved. "Why
haven't you taken them off?  We are home, now."

She shook her head, biting her lower lip, before gasping out
quietly. "Couldn't. Mistress said they are a gift to you. I am
not allowed to touch them, or tell you to take them off. I cannot
even ask you to take them off."

My eyebrows lifted at this. "What happens if I take them off
you?"

She smiled at me, love glistening in her eyes. My breath caught
at the very sight of it. "They, and I, are yours for the night,
my love. Where you want them, where you put them, they stay until
you, or Sondra, take them off me. I cannot touch them, except
where they touch me, that is."

"And if I do not take them off?  Or if I leave them on you some
other place?"  I reached up to tweak her nose.

Monique swallowed at the thought of such a visible emblem. "Then,
Sondra will have to remove them, love."

I pulled gently at one, then the other. Monique held herself very
still and closed her eyes in concentration as I played with them.
"They look, well, they seem very tight, dear."

"They are. Like I said, Sondra made sure when I put them on. She
gave each an extra twist so, as she said, we could be sure they
would not fall off."

It was then that I remembered how antsy Monique had been at
dinner, and considered the length of the gown she had chosen for
her seduction. "So, Monique, tell me. Are there more of these
little gems?"  I bent down and nibbled my way around her left
aureole, then her right. She went rigid and squeaked softly.

"I can't saaaayyyy." she hissed out. "You will have to find that
out for yourself."

I could not leave that challenge go unanswered. Her gown was soon
draping the nearest couch. She was wonderfully, delightfully bare
on the thick hearth rug. Glittering in the fire's light were
three more jewels, one on each of her pussy lips and the third on
her hard, erect clitoris. I could not resist licking around the
ear-bob that was tightly screwed onto the core of her feminine
pleasure. In spite of herself, she lifted her hips to meet my
teasing, probing tongue. I slipped back up to cradle her in my
arms.

"You know, love, there is nothing there to prevent me from loving
you and leaving those where they are."

"Yesssss.  But Nate, I still want to make love with you, now,
even if you decide you want me to wear these, or even if you
decide to tighten or move them."

Now I became suspicious. Was she following orders?  Was this
Sondra's gift?  "Because SHE ordered you to make love with me?"

Her response was immediate and emphatic. "NO!  Because I WANT to
make love with you. Because I want to LOVE you. Because I want
YOU to love me."

I bit her softly on the nipple, eliciting another squeal. She is
dripping wet on my fingers as I fondle her tenderly. "You are
excited, love."  I thought about it a moment. "Love? Tell me
why?"

She thought for a moment, then answered. "Because I have been
teased by those things all evening, and by the thought that they
were put there for you, the man I love more than anything or
anyone else. Every little movement reminded me of what I wanted
to do tonight. Every little twinge reminded me that I was female
and that I was yours."

"If we make love, and I do not remove them, will you still cum?"

Her eyebrow rose challengingly. "Did you?"  She asked, reminding
me of my own recent experiences with nipple teasing. I had indeed
cum - hard.

"But without the excitement, the arousal and sexy tension, they
will hurt, won't they?"  A jerky nod answered me. I had her now.
"I am going to make mad passionate love to you, darling. I am
going to start with those little toys still on you, just to
remind you WHO you belong to, but I will make a deal with you."

"What kind of deal?" she asked warily.

"I will have all five of those little buggers off your sweet body
by the time we are finished *IF* you make me a little promise."

"What?"  Her voice was short. She was anxious to get on with the
main event. My love's fuse was burning might short.

"All you have to do is promise me that IF Sondra tries to punish
you for that weekend, you will safe word her. She cannot very
well proceed with anything if you do what she wants to punish you
for ignoring with me."

Monique sat straight up and looked down at me. The rapid rise and
fall of her gorgeous breasts indicating how excited she really
was. "WHAT?!?!  Nate, I have NEVER safeworded her. Not even
during the worst training sessions. I can't..."  She shrugged her
shoulders and then grimaced as the movement shook the pinching
earrings biting her swollen nipples.

I shrugged. "Okay, then you will go to bed tonight a very
satisfied, very sore little dominatrix tonight, love, because I
am going to drive you mad tonight. But, don't worry. Sondra will
probably take them off for you tomorrow."  I considered for a
moment. "Sometime, anyway."  I reached for her, and pulled her
down into a smoldering kiss that shook me as much as it did her.
"And you did say you were mine. Hmmmmm.. How many times can you
cum, love?  I have always wanted to know that."

"Oh, Nate, you wouldn't...." she was trying to convince herself
as much as she was trying to convince me.

"Maybe." I smiled down at her. "But then again, maybe I would." 
I toyed with the rings on her pussy lips. "Those little toys are
going to feel mighty tight after your fourth or fifth orgasm,
love."  With that, I teased her clit and labia with my fingers,
hitting the magic points she had so carefully taught me. She went
taut, every muscle straining as her first orgasm took her without
warning. It was beautiful to watch.

She came down slowly, because I was already teasing her, arousing
her, using all the skill I had and all the love I felt for her to
bring her back to the edge. "How will it feel, love?"  I
whispered in her ear, "Tell me. How will it feel when you are
limp and replete?  When you can't even muster the energy for
another cum?"

Her answer was a sibilant hiss of desire, longing and need.
"Awful, damn you, and you damn well know it, too."


I laughed softly, knowing I would win, now. "Yes, darling, but
who taught me?"

"Damn you, Nathan Evans, I did!  And damn me, too, for being too
good a teacher. All right!  I promise!  If she starts to punish
me, I will safe word her and stop it."

"Thank you, sweetheart. I love you!" and I proceeded to show her
how much. I brought her to five more orgasms that night. Each
orgasm signaled the removal of one of the earrings as she was
locked in the embrace of her climax.

The last one, during which I took from her the ring on her
clitoris, was the best. I finally undressed myself and took her
from behind, loving her slowly with hands, mouth and cock. I
tickled her gently on the ribs, fondled her still supersensitive
nipples, nibbled the base of her neck and licked her spine.
Slowly, she built up towards one last explosion. I could feel
her, literally gripping me with the muscles at the core of her
femininity. I was too excited, I was going to lose it.
Frantically, I reached under her and undid the last ring and made
a last, all out assault on her. It was just in the nick of time,
but it was in time.

She exploded, screaming her love for me, and I answered her
explosion and her avowal of love. We collapsed on the rug, still
joined together.

Dawn's light, creeping in the large windows of the den, roused us
in time to clean up for work. I kept the ear rings. After all,
she had told me they were mine.

Chapter 42:    My Domme Gets Dommed - Aftermath

That intensely emotional and physical experience had other,
unexpected results. I felt almost human again. Oh, if I moved too
suddenly, I still felt it, but for the most part, our fiery love
had burned the better part of the residual discomfort away. 

It was fortunate that I had a few suits at Monique's now,
otherwise we would have been late for work. As it was, we just
barely beat a wildly curious Roselie into work. She immediately
cornered both of us and demanded to know what had happened.

"Nothing happened, Rosie-bottom. I am fine, Nathan is fine. We
went out to dinner, then we took Sondra to her hotel, and we went
home."

Roselie remained unconvinced and said so, much to Monique's
exasperation. "Roselie, look at Nate. Does he look like someone
whose bottom has faced Sondra's skills?  Do I??"  Furtive glances
told us that Roselie was not at all certain. "Rosie, the only way
I can prove it to you is to pull up my skirts and drop my
panties. If I have to do that in order to get some work done
around here today, YOUR bottom is going pay the price of
admission for that little bit of show-and-tell this coming
Thursday night, and I won't let you have sick leave on Friday."

Her face flushed crimson and she stamped her foot. "Monique!" 
Roselie's tones were outraged, and perhaps, just a little hurt.

Monique realized that she had perhaps gone a little too far and
went over to hug her petite friend. "I am okay, love. Honest. I
have to face her this weekend, but it won't be anything more than
usual."

"But,.. But,.. Monique, what about the thing with Nate....? 
Isn't she going to deal especially harsh with you over that?"

Monique's eyes came up to meet mine, her brows raised, asking
permission. I nodded. One slender finger tipped Roselie's chin up
so her eyes met Monique's. "Rosie-bottom, it will be no worse
than any other time. I will tell you a secret. Nathan won't let
me accept punishment from Sondra for that weekend."
Roselie's eyes went wide and darted from me to Monique and then
back to me again before looking finally at Monique. "NATE??? 
Nate won't let you be corrected by YOUR Mistress?"  Her voice was
cracking in her surprise.

Monique smiled and shook her head. "Nope. He has made me promise
to safe word anything that resembles punishment for that
transgression from Sondra. He has insisted with both Sondra and
me that whatever is to come out of that abysmal affair is between
the two of us and only the two of us. However," and she sighed
expressively, "I have enough other things on my tally to make
this weekend fairly tough, but I won't face her for that, love.
Honest."

Roselie looked at me with something that was akin to awe. "He
asked that of you?  That you would use your safe word in a scene
with Sondra?  And you agreed?"  

Monique simply nodded. "She promised me, Roselie."  I affirmed
again for Roselie's benefit. I wondered how much of her anxiety
was her own feelings of guilt over her part in Monique's
machinations. I filed that for future investigations. "She will
be fine. It is over."

Monique looked at me over her friend's head and shook her head.
"Not quite, Nathan. I promised I would not let anyone else
discipline me for that sin against us, but you, my love, you will
decide what penance is owed. You will decide and you will extract
that penance from me."  She hugged Roselie again, and then spun
her toward the door and swatted her skirted tush. "Now, let's get
to work, here, people. Sondra is calling on me for lunch today
and I need to have my desk clear for a long lunch."  With another
disbelieving glance in my direction, Roselie headed out of the
office.

That day set the plan for the remainder of the week Sondra was
there. Monique and I would work feverishly to get the bulk of the
work that needed Monique's input done as quickly as possible, so
that she could leave at about 11am or so for a long lunch with
her friend. She would return each day, by 1pm or so, to finish
the remainder of the day's work, and to keep appointments that
could not be rescheduled for after Sondra's return to
Switzerland. A little after 4pm, Sondra would breeze into the
office, smile at Roselie, blow me a kiss and then march directly
into Monique's office. About forty five minutes later, Sondra
would slip into my office, tell me that Monique was ready to go
home, kiss me on the cheek, and leave.

Tuesday afternoon, it never occurred to me that Sondra had meant
anything more than that Monique was, in fact, just "ready to go
home". We had come to work together, after all, and I had
fostered hopes that we would be going home together. What I
thought Sondra meant was that Monique had asked her to stop by
and let me know we were leaving, hopefully, for her place again.
What Sondra had really meant was that the first of a series of
daily Monique-surprises was ready for me.

When I walked into the office, Monique turned to greet me. She
already had her coat on, and her purse was slung over her
shoulder. Her hands were nonchalantly resting in the pockets of
her stylish winter coat. She smiled at me, a strange, oddly shy
smile. Uncertain, now, I stopped in my tracks. "Ready?"  I asked
for want of something better to say. She nodded, still smiling
that unusual smile, still enigmatically quiet. I shrugged and
moved from the door to my office towards the door to the
reception area.

"Nathan..."  The quietly pleading tone in her voice brought me up
short. 

"Yes?"  I was feeling very wary now.

"Would you mind driving me home, tonight, please?  You could
drive my car?"  The opportunity to drive Monique's sporty import
was something I had been itching for and accepted quickly. I
headed toward the door when she stopped me again. "Nate, would
you carry my attache case, please?"

My hand on the doorknob, I looked back at her, somewhat vexed
with her strange behavior now.  However, the chance to drive her
car had what was left of my adolescent male instincts running on
override and I was not going to lose that chance by being
churlish about carrying her case for her.

Roselie had already left and we went quickly to the secure part
of the parking garage where employees park. I tried the door to
the gleaming black Mercedes and found it locked. Hand
outstretched for the keys, I turned back to Monique. She made no
move to give them to me. Car or no car, this had gone about far
enough. My annoyance with these silly games began to show.
"Monique," I said quietly, "If I am going to drive, I need the
keys."

"They are in my purse, Nathan."  Her voice was just a little
breathless, and a bit reedy. What the hell was going on?

"Then why don't you give them to me, Monique?" I asked with heavy
irony.

This time, she sighed heavily. "Because I can't, Nate."  She
looked about us, checking to see if anyone was nearby, then
pulled her hands out of pockets of her coat. 

They did not come out. Instead, the entire overskirt of the coat
lifted with her hands. "Sondra handcuffed me. She cut the pockets
out the coat so that my hands go all the way inside the coat when
I put them in the pockets. She had me put on the coat, slip my
purse over my shoulder and then handcuffed me inside the pockets.
Once I was restrained, she buttoned up the coat and sent you in."

"Where are the keys?"  I asked, slightly stunned.
She looked at me strangely. "I just told you, in my purse."

I just shook my head. "Okay, let me get you loose and..."

She cut me off with an emphatic shake of her head. "Not THOSE
keys, Nathan. My car keys are in my purse. The keys to the cuffs
are not in there. Sondra has them, or at least, I hope she has
them."  She was not sure.

"Fine."  Evaporating dreams of another night of love making made
me snap at her. "What happens then?  You spend the whole night in
those clothes?"  I was rummaging in her purse for the car keys.
"We will go to Sondra's and get the damned keys."  I opened the
car door and helped Monique into the seat, remembering to belt
her in before slamming the door.

"We can't."  Monique said quietly as I got in. "She is going out
tonight with a friend. I don't know where they are going, but she
probably won't be back until late."  There went my plans for the
night. Not to mention the fact that Monique was going to be
damned uncomfortable in that coat all night. "Nate?"

"Yes, Monique?"  

She bent awkwardly across the center console, getting as close to
my ear as the seat belt and her bondage would permit. "I really
don't like this coat very much."  Her whisper was pure feminine
enticement. I bent closer to hear her better and she nipped
playfully at my ear. "Would you mind very much cutting it off me? 
Once it is off, these bracelets won't limit me too much."  Mirth
and invitation danced in her eyes.

I looked down at the sleekly tailored, knee length suede coat. It
had probably cost more than I made in a month while on active
duty, and she was offering it up, along with an implied promise
of sensual delights, as if it were of no concern at all. To a
woman of her wealth, it probably was not. As for me, I was just a
bit agitated and the cost of that coat did not concern me that
much just then, either. "Maybe."  I said, starting the powerful
engine and slipping it into gear for the drive home. "Maybe, if
you ask me nicely enough."

She did ask - very nicely indeed.

We arrived at her house and I set about getting her out of the
coat with a pair of scissors. The suede was too strong and we
finally had to use a very sharp kitchen knife to get her out of
that coat. We spent the remainder of the evening playing little
games around the loss of her hands. I hand fed her dinner. She
kissed me and teased me with just her lips. I stripped her (with
her willing permission) rather forcefully. It was not only her
coat that would need replacing after this evening's fun and
games. She undressed me, with only the limited movement of her
hands and mouth. Fortunately, her hands were cuffed in front of
her, so that when it came time to consummate the evening, I was
able to slip into her forced embrace for the loving and the post
climax cuddling in front of the fire.

At about 11:30, the doorbell rang. Wondering who it was, and
concerned for Monique's safety, I quickly dressed and moved to
the door to see who it was. A uniformed woman stood outside. I
recognized the uniform as belonging to a twenty four hour courier
service that we used in the Washington DC area. I unlocked the
dead bolt and opened the door on the chain. She smiled at me and
read from her clipboard. "Mr Nathan Evans?"  Surprised, I merely
nodded. "Sir, I have an immediate delivery parcel for you. Would
you please sign for it?"  She handed the clipboard and a large
manilla envelope through the cracked open door. I signed the
receipt and passed it back to her along with a tip. She smiled
and left while I locked back up.

Bemused, I went back to Monique in the den. "Who was that?  And
What do you have in your hand, Nathan?"  

I ripped open the envelope. A small, black key fell silently onto
the rug in front of the hearth. The envelope was otherwise empty.
Picking up the key, I unlocked the handcuffs holding Monique's
wrists together. "I think that means we are supposed to go to bed
now, love."  She laughed and led me to her bed.

And so it went for the remainder of the week. On Wednesday
afternoon, Monique was waiting in her office with fine, golden
chains connecting her loop earrings to a set of nipple clamps
that were locked snugly onto her beautiful breasts. Her blouse
and bra were nowhere to be found. We left with her coat and a
scarf the only things that hid her tormenting little gifts. As on
Tuesday, the keys arrived late that night by messenger. On
Thursday, Monique's normal contact lens had been replaced with
opaque ones, blinding her. Monique or I could have removed them,
but Monique asked me not to, since Sondra had orchestrated the
evening's scene. I had to lead Monique to her car by having her
hanging on my arm. If the rumors about us had been heating up
before, the sight of us leaving the office, cozily arm in arm,
started the gossip blazing away. 

On Friday, however, I almost lost it. I entered the office, not
sure what to expect, but thinking I was prepared for just about
any thing Sondra could dream up. I was wrong. I gaped, the door
half open behind me when I saw Monique, completely bare with the
exception of an unusually high pair of stiletto heels, from the
waist down. "What the hell...?"

Monique blushed at my undisguised appraisal of her charms.
"Sondra's orders. Tomorrow, I present myself to her for training
and corrections. Until she releases me, I am not allowed to cover
myself with panties, skirts, slacks or hosiery from the waist
down. Except for shoes, all I am allowed is my coat for the trip
home and for the trip into her hotel tomorrow."
"But, ...."

Monique smiled at my confusion. "This is usual, dear. Sondra
wants me to be aware of my bottom, to think about our session and
what she plans for me ever odd moment from now until it happens." 
She looked down at her bare buttocks and legs and grimaced
slightly. "Trust me, it works."  She blushed even brighter and
swallowed. "It also makes me very horny. Could we go home now? 
Please?"  The look she gave me made me instantly hard.

Neither of us slept very much that night. We made love as soon as
we arrived home. It was a frantic, furious affair and I was
afraid for a moment I had hurt her. She quickly alleviated that
worry, as she did her level best to arouse me to a repeat
performance. At forty two years old, I am not used to making love
twice in an hour, but then, Monique is a very special and
talented lady. If her response is any indication, I managed to
exceed myself with that performance.

We went to bed, but did not sleep more than a few snatches.
Monique woke me up several times throughout the night, ravenous
and needy. Whatever she faced over the weekend, the thought of it
aroused her as I had never seen her before. I did my best to
satisfy her needs and cool the flames, but of course, there are
limits to my male powers. In the end, I resorted to toys, tongue
and fingers. Monique did not mind, and seeing her cascading into
one climax after another, at my hands, was as satisfying an
experience as any orgasm I have ever had. Probably more so, in
complete honesty.

That morning, Monique rose early and carefully shaved herself
from the neck down. The sight of her pubis baby bare drove me a
little crazy and I ended up licking and tasting her to yet
another orgasm. She had to push me away to finish in time to
leave. She slipped on the heels that Sondra had left her with the
night before and then slipped her new coat over her other wise
nude body. She kissed me passionately and then drew away
breathing heavily. "I wish you could see this, Nathan. I wish you
could understand, but Sondra does not think it would be good for
you."

Her obvious excitement blunted the anxiety I felt for her well
being. She was going away to be HURT, dammit. The way she hurt
me, and yet, she was looking forward to it. She had climaxed more
than a dozen times in the last twelve hours and she was still as
taut as an over wound watch. If I so much as traced my finger
along her sex she would go off like a firecracker. I could not
understand it. And for that reason, she and Sondra were correct.
My presence would only inhibit them both. Sondra loved Monique.
Monique loved and trusted Sondra, therefore, I would have to
trust Sondra. I hugged her one last time. "Is it all right if I
wait here, for you?"

"I won't be back until tomorrow evening, Nate."  Her voice was
soft.

"That's okay. I will take care of some business around the house
today, and meet you here tomorrow."  She nodded, then went to the
small, ornate table in the foyer and opened a drawer. She removed
a key and handed it to me. "Nathan, I love you. I want you to
think of my home as your home."  With that, she kissed me and
left. I stood there, watching and thinking, until long after her
car had passed out of sight.

The need in her for this type of love play was so strong, so
basic to her. And now, I saw that it was from either side of the
coin. Whatever happened today, whatever painful things Sondra had
in store for her, Monique was positively alive with anticipation.
She feared much of what was to come. She had made that clear in
our afterglow cuddles in the dark of last night, but she longed
for it, too. Whatever she found on the receiving side of this,
whatever made her eyes light up and her sex practically drip in
anticipation, it was something she had not yet been able to show
me. I wondered if she ever would be able to take me there. 

I had enjoyed the Monique gifts that Sondra had given me over the
course of the week. I wondered if that had been meant to show me
the "other side", to let me think of the dominance and submission
as a two way thing. One time she is the boss, another time I was.
I would have to think about it. I thought again of Monique,
practically trembling with excitement to go to Sondra, and then
shook my head. I would have to think about it a whole lot.

End Part 14


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