Message-ID: <12373eli$9806201512@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12373.txt> From: tigger@alices.com (tigger&Corvidae) Subject: (ASSM) Dreamer's Tale Part 3/3 by Tigger&L.Corvidae (FemDom,nc,Romance) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <MPG.ff57a0fdad58cb5989690@news.erols.com> Dreamer's Tale of Blackmail: The Story from Not Blackmailed. By: Tigger and L. Corvidae Copyright 1998, All Rights Reserved. Reposting/Archiving of this story on a site which charges *no* fee (including so-called "adult checks") is permitted provided the story is unchanged and the authorship and the copyright are noted. 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. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>