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Tragedy, Transition and Triumph
by Tigger
Copyright 1998, all rights reserved

Part 3.  Triumph.

Andre was waiting up for her when she returned.  He'd listened
with surprising calm as she explained what she'd discovered
and what she had done. "So, as you surmised, my love, she did
do it. We can try to get her arrested, Andre.  I am not sure
the police would find anything because she now has cause to
get rid of the goods, but we can try.  It will still be her
word against mine since I did have a key to her house.  I
could have planted the loot in her house, and cannot prove
that I didn't actually do just that."

Andre shrugged diffidently, and then sighed deeply.  It was
good to know for sure what happened, in any case.  And
infinitely better to know that Megan had believed him and had
taken action on his behalf.  "To what end, Mistress?  They
won't find anything because they won't look. Mistress Deirdre
will simply get off." he said tonelessly.

Raw fury erupted from Megan, shocking them both in its
ferocity. "Don't you ever, *EVER* call her Mistress again."
she screamed.  "She is not now, nor has she ever been, worthy
of that honorific, most particularly from *you*. In fact, *I*
am the only one you will *EVER* call Mistress from now on. 
You are MINE!  Do . . You. . .Understand . .  Me, . . . Andre
Pedoran??!?"

He made a show of swallowing hard and trying to look cowed,
but a soft smile broke through as he answered.  "Yes,
Mistress.  Thank you, Mistress."

"Smartass." she said affectionately as her own lips turned up
into an answering smile of her own.  "Give me your left hand,
Andre." she ordered, holding her own left hand out, palm up.

Bemused, he put his left hand into hers.  With grave
solemnity, Megan slid the masculine diamond ring onto his ring
finger before handing him a smaller, much more feminine
matching ring and extending her own left ring finger. 
Confused, his eyes flickered back and forth between her eyes
and the ring in his palm.  She took mercy on him and grinned. 
"You *are* marrying me, aren't you?  I really wouldn't
recommend letting me think you have just been toying with my
dommely affections."

The unbridled joy in his eyes was all the answer she needed,
but it got even better when he slid down to one knee, still
holding her left hand.  The mate to his own ring slid onto her
finger, and was sealed with a kiss.  "Yes, Megan-Mistress,
please.  And thank you from the depths of my soul."

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

"Mistress?"  Andre asked much later.  When she lifted her brow
in satiated and languid query, he asked "Did you really leave
Deirdre tied up that way?  Like you said you did?"

"I did." she answered with calm finality.

Sighing deeply, Andre nodded.  "We have to go back there,
Mistress." 

As she'd suspected, Megan thought.  Well, his compassion is
one of the reasons she love him.  "I was afraid you'd say
that," she said with a deeply disappointed sigh, "So I
retrieved the key.  Lets go and get this over with."

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

The gag came out of Deirdre's mouth with a wet, squishy
popping sound.  "I'll scream." she rasped out, her voice
barely audible as she looked up fearfully at the pair.

"Great idea. Go ahead." Megan replied hopefully.  "Andre might
enjoy hearing you scream."

"Did you bring him back here to rape me, too?  An eye for an
eye?"

"And an ass for an ass.  Nice concept.  I like it." Megan said
cattily.  "What do you say, Andre?  Want a piece of that?  I
won't mind, just this once.  I expect she might even be a
virgin back there - just like you were.  I won't even insist
that you use the lube."

"Mistress." Andre said reprovingly as he slipped the key chain
from about Deirdre's neck.  The cuff's lock clicked loudly
when he released the restraint on her right wrist.  Andre then
placed the key into Deirdre's freed hand and turned back to
Megan.  "Lets get out of here, please."

"Wait!" Deirdre yelled as they turned to leave.  "Why did you
come back?  The slave who's coming tomorrow. . .he'd have been
vicious, just like you wanted. . .he's the one who . ."

"Do you want us to lock you back up, Deirdre?"  Megan asked,
her anger at this woman getting off scott-free after what she
had done to Andre barely under control.  "I'd be more than
happy to do it for you.  Just ask me. *Please* ask me."

"NO!  Oh, god, please, no!  But why?  I mean, why didn't you
at least. . ."  She turned her confused and terror-filled eyes
up at Andre.

"Rape you as you raped me?" Andre asked with admirable
control.  At her shaky nod, he took a deep breath.   "Two
reasons.  First and foremost because I would not wish what you
inflicted on me on anyone - not even a miserable excuse for a
human being like you.  And I certainly could never bring
myself to be the one doing it and still think of myself a
worthwhile human being."

Deirdre winced at that before looking back up at him. "You. .
.you said there were two reasons."

Megan saw Andre's face turn cold and hard as he looked down at
the woman struggling to free her legs from their bondage. 
"Because in order to rape you, I would need an erection, and I
would need to put it inside your body.  You don't excite me
enough to get hard, and as to putting my flesh inside you? 
*YOU?*"  Andre barked out a derisive laugh.  "I'd rather fuck
a splintered knot hole.  I wouldn't want to take the off
chance that I might inadvertently give *you* pleasure.  Lets
go, Mistress."

Megan lagged behind one last moment.  Her eyes were hard, and
her tones ice cold as she faced her foe one last time.  "Stay
away from me and mine, Deirdre.  Not even Andre will save you
next time."  Then, for the second time that night, she strode
down the stairway to the open front door of Deirdre's house. 
She'd been denied her eye for an eye vengeance, but oddly
enough, she did not mind.  Andre had taken something far more
important from that bitch than Megan had planned to take from
her.  He had taken her pride.
 
~---------------~

Both Andre and Megan had parents who, although very happy for
their children, inconveniently wanted to attend the wedding. 
This delayed the nuptials for a couple of months, much to the
initial dismay of the affianced couple.  It was Andre who
finally pointed out that the wedding was only a reaffirmation
of commitments already made, which eased much of their anxiety
and allowed them to enjoy the planning of their wedding.

Deirdre resigned from Club Domaise, and shortly thereafter,
took a job on the west coast.  Megan never recovered any of
her lost items, but she did not much care since her heirloom
jewelry was still stored in her safety deposit box.  

Gradually, Megan and Andre began to play again as they had
prior to the incident.  She thought she occasionally detected
a slight retreat, or an uncertain pause, or maybe a truly
fearful look in his eyes when they game began to get deep, but
he always seemed to come back for her, to challenge her, to
endure for her.  And if his gift of submission was a little
more frightening and a little more difficult for him than it
had been before, his determination to give it in spite of that
made it all the more precious to her.  For her part, she
continued to avoid toys that reminded him of that night,
leaving her heavy whips and rattan canes in their closet.  He
probably could have handled them, but she did not want to take
the chance.

The cabinet that held her supply of toy cocks and other such
implements, remained locked.  Andre wore those keys around his
neck on a silver chain.  Neither of them approached or
discussed the cabinet or the phallic demons it contained.

~-----------~
                                                               
The wedding day finally arrived, and was all the pair could
have hoped it would be.  It was a perfect day, the bride was
beautiful and the groom was handsome.  Finally, after what
seemed like hours of family well wishes and innumerable
toasts, kisses and dances, a chauffeured limousine drove them
homeward from the reception.  

"I declare that I don't know why you wanted to spend our
wedding night here." Megan complained one more time as Andre
carried her effortlessly across the threshold.  It had been
their one disagreement since the night she'd returned from
Deirdre's place, and the first time Andre had ever cared
enough about something not to give into her.  She tried
pouting.  "I had such lovely girlish dreams of a nice, tacky
heart-shaped bed in the Pocono Mountains," then her grin
became wickedly sexy, "with a heart shaped mirror in the
ceiling."

Andre set her down on her feet in the living room before
kneeling at her feet.  "Megan. . . Mistress-love. . . would
you. . . I mean. . .I  . ."  

Surprised at his confusion, Megan frowned.  "Andre, what is
it!?" she said more sharply than she'd intended.

"I know I promised never to ask for a scene, to try and
manipulate you into anything you didn't want to do, but. . ."

"ANDRE!"

The snap in her voice seemed to help him focus his thoughts,
and swallowing hard, he blurted it out.  "Would you please do
what she did?  Only. . .only loving me while you do it?"  His
hands went to his neck and withdrew the keys which he offered
to her with both hands.

Megan stared at the dangling keys in mute amazement for
several heartbeats before she could finally regain her voice. 
"You want me to take you up your ass, Andre, with one of my
strapons?" she asked wonderingly, "But, why?  I've promised
you'd never have to do that, that I would never even attempt
to press that limit.  Ever!"  It was supposed my wedding gift
to you, she thought, her mind still reeling at this turn of
events.

"Because all I remember of that night is *her*," and the word
'her' came out as if its taste was foul on his tongue, "And
the pleasure she took in every painful nuance, in every
callously inflicted hurt . ." His voice broke momentarily, and
he literally shook himself to regain control of his emotions.
"Please, help me make new memories in their place.  Please?"
he entreated again softly.

Megan thought fleetingly of the ethereally sexy nightgown and
peignoir set she'd bought to wear for him, and of all her
plans for a very special, very vanilla wedding night with her
very special husband.  Well, maybe he was right, she mused,
maybe this perfect day *was* the right time for them *both* to
get past this last healing hurdle.

Besides, that outfit isn't going anywhere and neither is he. 
"Very well, Andre." she responded lovingly, her hands clasping
his before taking the keys from him.  "Go to the dungeon,
remove your clothing and lay over the whipping block.  When I
arrive, I will expect to see you up on your toes, presenting
your ass fully to me, your cheeks held wide apart."

"Yes, Mistress." he said quietly, and rose.  

He was almost to the cellar door when something else occurred
to her. "Andre? Wait." she called.

He turned, uncertain and watched as she strode up to him. 
Taking his face in her hands, Megan kissed him deeply,
lovingly, possessively.  "I expect you to use your safeword if
this gets too heavy, Andre.  This is not a normal scene where
we are playing with emotion.  This time, we are dealing with
something that is deeply painful for you and I will need all
your support if we are going to do this safely.  You *will*
give me your word of honor on this before we go any further."

Understanding, Andre nodded, his face still held firmly
between her soft hands.  "I. . .I promise, Meg." he replied,
using her name without honorific as a sign of his commitment.

Megan kissed him again and then swatted him on the butt. 
"Then go get that cute little ass ready for me, man-of-mine."
she ordered jauntily.  "I will be down as soon as *I* am ready
for you."

If this had been any other session, Megan might have delayed
her arrival in the dungeon.  She often let a submissive stew
alone with only his own thoughts for company, letting that
spicy broth of anxiety, anticipation and fear simmer to a fine
boil before making her appearance.  The responsiveness of a
slave who was just at that perfect blend of hopeful expectancy
and dark terror was a joy to work.

But tonight was not the time or the place to play such games. 
Whatever was going to happen tonight, she wanted it over as
quickly as possible.  She walked down the cellar stairs and
into the sound-proofed hidden room off the basement and under
the front lawn - her dungeon.  

Andre was where she told him to be, positioned over the
whipping block, his body forming an inverted "V", his hands
holding his cheeks spread wide.  Calmly, she walked to the
cabinet that had been locked and unopened for so long. 
Removing several items, she moved over to stand directly in
front of Andre.

"Look up, Andre." she said softly.

The look of stunned disbelief on Andre's face would have
elicited a laugh in most situations, and even now, she allowed
herself a small smile.  In her hurry to return to him, she had
elected to remove only her wedding dress and train.  She stood
before him in attired in the intensely feminine white
lingerie, hose and white heels she had worn as part of her
bridal ensemble.  She'd even put her veil back on.

Having gained his attention, Megan began to buckle on the
harness she would use in taking him.  His eyes locked on her
hands, following each practiced movement as she deftly
adjusted the myriad straps and buckles until the harness fit
just perfectly.  Megan was watching him just as closely,
gauging his mood and emotions as she slid the latex phallus
into place.  

An inspiration struck and she moved off behind him, returning
moments later pushing a rolling full length mirror.  Once she
had positioned it in front of Andre, she sat down beside his
head, the dildo jutting obscenely in front of his nose.  Idly,
she stroked his head and shoulders.  "Do you like my outfit
darling?  A bride deserves to wear her white on her wedding
night." she whispered teasingly.   Besides, she thought,
Deirdre wore black and this is as far as I could get from that
memory.

She let the quiet enfold them, continuing the petting to help
gentle him, and to help soothe him before continuing. 
"Andre?" she said, finally breaking the silence.  "I am not
going to restrain you for this.  You will be bound only by
your own will and by your submission to my desire.  If you
need to escape, I will not stop you.  You have to stay and
accept this of your own will.  This is *not* a test, darling. 
This is a choice - *your* choice.  Do you understand?"

A shudder shimmered down his spine.  She was putting it all on
his head, he realized.  Perhaps that was as it should be. 
"Yes, Mistress." he whispered raspily.

So far, so good, Megan thought.  "The mirror is for both of
us, Andre.  It will permit me to see you and to judge your
state of mind better, and it will let you see what I am about
so you won't be unduly surprised.  Work with me on this, luv." 
She bent down to kiss him.  "Let's vanquish Deirdre forever by
making this a wonderful experience for both of us."

"I. . . I'll try, Mistress." Andre whispered back, before his
voice strengthened and become firm.  "I *want* to."  he said
hopefully.

"Then let us begin, dear man."  she said as she rose
gracefully to her feet.  "First, I think, a little warm up." 

Megan picked up her favorite flogger as she strode behind him. 
Her left hand rested gently on his buttock as she shook the
flogger strands out, getting the feel of its familiar weight,
and then struck him full across his ass.  In the course of the 
next three quarters of an hour, she used every ounce of skill
she'd learned in her years as a domina, seeking to arouse more
than hurt, to awaken pleasureful nerve endings rather than
stimulate painful ones.

And every step of the way, she watched him, smiling when his
eyes lolled open in pleasure, and grinning as his penis
hardened into straining erection.

Continuing her campaign to excite him beyond the power of his
fearful memories, Megan began to tease his penis and ass with
knowing fingers, with smooth, tickling vibrators and finally,
with her lips and tongue.  Dropping to her knees behind him,
she kissed the length of his manhood, suckled gently on his
balls, and teased his rose pucker open with her stiffened
tongue.  "My, we are getting excited." she cooed as she
tightened his leather cockring around the root of his rampant
erection.  "Well, maybe this will help keep you that way."

Andre stiffened as he felt her cold, wet fingers press firmly
against his relaxed anus.  A single finger slipped through the
ringed muscle and his cock lurched in response. "Oooooo... so
you *like* that, do you?" Megan whispered as she kept
massaging the inner membranes of his rectum with one, then
another lubricated finger.  "I can feel you, Andre-lover, yes,
I can feel your bottom trying to suck my fingers deeper. .
.deeper. . " 

Another groan of pleasure from Andre was Megan's cue to go for
the final victory over the darkness Deirdre had brought into
their lives.  Shifting her position so that she was directly
behind him, she bent over his back. "Ask me again, Andre", she
purred softly in his ear.  Convince me how much you want me. 
Beg me to love you."

Andre could not believe how much he wanted her, how much he
needed her.  Never in his life had he been so aroused, so
excited.  Never in his life had making love been absolutely
the most important thing in his life.  "Oh god," Andre
whimpered," Oh god, Mistress. . *PLEEEEEEASE*. .*Take* me. .
.LOVE ME!!" 

With a gentle arch of her back, Megan positioned the blunt
head of her cock at the his anus.  In those critical moments
as she carefully, slowly nudged her way into him, her hands
and lips were everywhere else, teasing his turgid nipples,
stroking his rigid cock, fondling his balls and kissing his
sweat moistened back.  

The moment of first penetration caught him by surprise and he
fell off his toes onto his heels.  Megan playfully grabbed a
fistful of his hair and pulled his head back so her lips
brushed an ear.  "Ah ah ah, sexy man" she chided huskily, 
"Stay up on those toes, boy. . that's it.  Now, meet me,
darling. . arch back into me."  Andre did and the smooth toy
slid easily and fully into his well prepared bottom.

Megan stilled for a moment, letting him adjust to the fullness
before she began the leisurely rhythm of love, slowly moving
in and out to the accompaniment of Andre's inarticulate sounds
of pleasure.   How long they danced the waltz of love, Megan
had no idea, but it was wonderful as they alternately answered
each other's needs.

Suddenly, Megan felt him contract spasmodically about the
dildo, trying unsuccessfully to orgasm through the unyielding
clasp of the cockring.  His frustrated whimper momentarily
slowed her, but only until he arched even harder into her. 
His demanding backward thrusts ground the tickler at the
dildo's base against Megan's clit, driving her over the edge
herself.

Stunned by the unexpected power of that climax, Megan
collapsed across the back of her still aroused sub.  It took
her a few moments to gather the strength to move.  Finally,
with great care, she slipped the toy out of him, and unbuckled
the harness about her hips.  Shaky hands slipped beneath her
lover's arms to guide him shakily to his feet.  She was
pleased to note that he was still rigidly erect, but that
might only be the result of the cockring and the thorough
teasing she'd subjected him to before taking his ass.  She
needed to know that her lovemaking was responsible for his
arousal.  "Not bad, boy. . .we'll have to work on that some
more - soon.  *Very* soon." she said as a test.

Andre pulled her sweaty, silk covered body to him in a hard,
emotion charged hug.  "I think so, too, Mistress.  You . . .
you made it *so* wonderful for me." he choked out around the
tears of joy that leaked down his cheeks.  "Its. . .its not a
limit anymore, Megan," he vowed quietly. "At least, not with
you, anyway."

A mischievous grin lit her face.  "As if I am ever going to
share you, little man."  she retorted before grabbing his
bobbing penis and turning to lead him to the door.  "Now, come
to bed, lover. I have plans for this hard-on I so carefully
preserved tonight." she whispered to him as she scooped up the
still open tube of lubricant in her free hand.

At his confused look, her grin grew wider.  "Well, a lady *is*
supposed to give her man the gift of her virginity on her
wedding night.  *You* just gave me *yours* because what
Deirdre did to you doesn't count, lover." she told him
positively.  "And, as it turns out, I do have one to give you,
too."  Then her eyes became mockingly stern.  "And, little
man, since *I*, your Mistress, have just demonstrated the
correct procedure for you, I expect you to do it right so that
I enjoy every *single* second of it . . .or ELSE!"

"Or else what, Mistress-love?"  Andre asked, his lips turned
up into a hopeful grin.

"Or else I will do it to *you* again and again until you get
it right, of course."  she retorted.

"And if I get it right?"

"Trust me, sweetheart.  You won't ever do it *that* right."

He stopped and pulled her into his arms for another deep, hot
kiss.  "Sounds good to me, Mistress-love.  Sounds just
*perfect* to me."


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