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Tales of the Cabal: Protecting the Mistress
by Tigger
Copyright 1999, All Rights Reserved.

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This story is based on the Cabal as I developed it in one of
my first stories, "Domination Games."  This story is archived
at the Nifty Archive.

Url:  www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Tigger/

The file is Domination-Games.html

***********

Protecting the Mistress
by Tigger

Part 7: Execution of Sentence.

A week later, Gerald and Mary entertained the Lady Gemma in
his home.  She had decided that she would personally witness
the signing or non signing of the contract of servitude.  Over
a glass of wine, they all sat around Gerald's desk as Gemma
reviewed the attachments to the Council mandated agreement in
some detail.

Gerald mused that it was odd, at least from his point of view,
that he had been the one generally in support of signing the
contract and that Mary had been almost reluctant to sign it.

They'd spent every free moment together hammering out on paper
the agreements that they had operated under before the
incident.  Although they'd had a written contract, many
mutually agreed upon verbal modifications to their original
covenant had not made it onto the hard copy.  

One provision that Gerald had tried to get inserted was a no
extra player provision.  Much to his surprise and dismay, Mary
had disagreed and had taken the issue to Gemma.  The Council
Chairwoman's ruling had been that such a provision was
obviously not a part of the original agreement because: 

A.  The incident had been, in part, precipitated by the
unexpected arrival of a third party, and;

B.   Gerald himself had testified that nothing that occurred
during that abortive session had been in violation of the
contract between the two of them.

So, the "no extra participant" clause had been struck from the
agreement.  That bothered Gerald - it bothered him a lot, in
fact.  It was one thing to worry about keeping his control
while one person he knew and really did trust worked him over. 
It was another thing entirely to have to deal with another
person who did not know him and whom he did not know.

He'd just have to be doubly careful, he thought grimly.

Mary had asked if they could work out of his house during the
period of the contract instead of her apartment.  There were
many advantages, she'd said, beyond the additional privacy his
little house out in the more rural suburbs would afford them. 
Since Gerald owned the house, he'd been able to make certain
structural and "interior design" modifications there that Mary
could not duplicate in her rented apartment. What is most
important, his play room was larger and better equipped than
Mary's spare bedroom dungeon.  She'd blithely pointed out that
at his house, they could host "parties" that would require
them to rent some discreet space if they worked out of her
place. 

Gerald had not liked that party idea either - not at all. 
Besides, if they had to rent space, maybe they would not do so
very often - if at all.  A definite plus on the side of using
her apartment in Gerald's ledger. 

A party meant more people he did not know.

His reticence had obviously upset Mary, who had enjoyed
hosting play parties at his home in the past.  Still, she had
compromised, promising not to have any parties in his house
without first getting his free and willing permission.

That unexpected concession had surprised Gerald, but he'd
accepted her offer.  He was on the verge of giving in when
Mary pointed out that there was no room in her little
apartment for his home office.  The Council's contract had
specifically required that she not impair his business
dealings and she already knew how much work he brought home
with him most nights.  Not as much as he had before he'd met
her, but still usually at least an hour's worth each night.

On another issue, Gerald had expressed concern about the 24/7
thing and whether Mary would treat him that much differently
than she had during the courtship.  Several long hours had
been spent analyzing how their prior relationship and trying
to figure out how the imposed contract would affect that. 
Finally, they had concluded that, for all intents and
purposes, the agreement laid out by the Council was not all
that much different from how they'd been living before
Gerald's attack on Mary.  She'd always respected his work
time, and exclusive of when he just could not stop what he was
doing, he'd always surrendered to her when she had demanded
his service and attendance. 

But that had been because he had wanted to surrender to her
whims and desires and that was the key difference for Gerald.

It felt different when the agreement said that he had to do
it, and even if that "contract" had no force of law, he'd
still be morally bound by it.  He would be giving his word.  

And he wasn't precisely sure if "being different" would
necessarily mean stricter and more demanding, or if it might
mean more cautiously and less demanding.  On one hand, Mary
might feel that she had to live up to her reputation with the
Cabal during the test period, and she was known there to be
something of a perfectionist in the way she trained and tested
her submissives.  Alternatively, however, she might back off
either because she was rightfully afraid of him, or because
she was concerned that he might bolt on her if the going got
too rough.

However, their longest and most intense discussions revolved
around how Mary had conducted the sessions that their observed
scenes would be judged against.

Mary had willingly described the types of scenes she had done
as the dominant in change of role scenes in some, though not
complete, detail.  For the most part, what she had typically
pulled on her bottoming dominant had not been so different
from Gerald's own experiences under her command.  It was, Mary
had asserted, a matter of how emotionally resilient the other
player really was. The idea was to find a game that the
dominant feared in some way, or that pulled him/her out of
their comfort zone, but that was not so close to their
personal limits that they would safe word out of it before
they got any benefit from the experience. 

Great care had to taken in those annual scenes particularly
when a hard line dominant was bottoming for the only time that
year.  Some dominants could not be taken very far before they
would start to crack, and the scene dominant had to recognize
that and back off just enough to protect the bottom, but still
keep the scene going. In contrast, other dominants were
marvelous in the submissive role - as responsive and giving a
partner as a domina could hope for.  Usually, the latter types
were dominants who had started out as submissives or who had
often switched roles in their early years of D&S.

Mary did not, however, tell him about the atypical scenes she
had done in other public demonstrations - mainly because she
really never considered asking for that type of submission
from Gerald.  She knew from some of their earliest experiences
together that he simply didn't cope with certain types of play
very well.  He'd always tried for her, always given her his
very best, and had never safe worded out on her, but the price
he'd paid for giving her that effort had been terrible. 

Initially, Mary had reveled in his willingness to go "to the
wall" for her like that, to suffer something he truly hated
because it pleased her.  It had been. . . . exalting for her,
one of the finest gifts of submission, she had ever received
from a partner.  

Then, she realized that Gerald did not recover from those
scenes quickly or easily.  That after she had finished the
scene, her normal after care of hugs, encouragement and praise
were only marginally successful.  He seemed diminished for
several days afterwards, and that had effectively killed
whatever pleasure she took from that type of play with him. 
She enjoyed seeing a submissive bend to her will, relished
working her way around the protective barriers around his self
image, but she never wanted to batter down that self image
itself.

Especially the self image of the man she loved.

While Gerald knew nothing about Mary's evasion on that
subject, what he had learned did very little to help him
prepare for three Saturday afternoons at the Lodge.  

Which was another reason, Mary thought, that it was a good
idea to live at his house.  She could do more to help prepare
him for what she planned for him if she had more room and more
privacy in which to work him.  When Gerald had countered that
the Council's contract specifically prohibited his
foreknowledge, Mary had explained that she could plan training
around key elements of her intended scene.  After all, she
wanted him to succeed, because by succeeding, he would be more
likely to continue the trial.  And, she had thought grimly,
the more likely you are to see that you can trust yourself
with me.

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

Gemma looked up from her reading and smiled at Mary.  "Very
complete, my dear, and there's nothing in there that violates
the spirit or intent of the trial we've laid out for you."

She handed the contract back to Mary.  "So, are you going to
sign it?  I don't mean to be pushy, but the Council's decision
was specific and this is the seventh day since the hearing."

"I will sign it." Gerald said flatly.

Mary looked at Gerald for several moments, trying to read his
thoughts, or at least his feelings, but his face was as
expressionless as his voice.  She wished he would give her
just a little encouragement - some little sign that he was
doing this out of something more than a feeling of
responsibility for her pending expulsion - but there was
nothing there.

She realized that Gemma was staring at her, and wondered how
long she had been lost in thought.  Forcing a bright smile
onto her face, she tried to sound excited. "Of course I am
going to sign it.  Gerry is the best subbie I have ever played
with and a joy to me.  How could I pass up an opportunity like
this?"

Gemma's momentary frown told Mary that the other woman was not
fooled in the least.  Truth to tell, Mary was scared to her
bones about this whole concept, and her fear had nothing to do
with Gerald's attack on her that night two months back.

"So," Gemma said into the now-silent room.  "When will you
really start?"

They had discussed this and Mary responded.  "Monday. 
Actually, Monday evening after Gerry gets home from work and
clears up anything from work that couldn't wait until
Tuesday."

"Why not tomorrow?" Gemma asked. A sexy grin lit her classic
face.  "A weekend seems to be a far better time for some . . . 
well, some intense training."

Mary saw Gerry pale and mentally cursed Gemma's well-
intentioned little tease.  Gerry obviously viewed "intense
training" in a completely different light than what Gemma had
intended and he knew he was not ready for that. 

"We need the weekend to rearrange things here." Mary slipped
in smoothly.  "Move my clothes and such from my apartment. 
Move Gerry's things out of the master bedroom and into one of
the smaller rooms, and then move me into the Mistress room. 
Additionally, we need to go shopping for groceries and do
laundry and all the myriad chores that working folks do on a
weekend.  No, a short, focused session on Monday evening will
be far more effective as a first scene than one that we had to
snatch from the ravages of moving day, or between a trip to
the supermarket and mowing the lawn."

Nodding, Gemma smiled and then proffered a pen to Gerald.  "I
think it is appropriate that you commit first, Mr. Harris. 
You must first surrender your power before Mistress Mary can
accept that tribute."

Gerald reached over and accepted the pen.  Pulling the stack
of paper over to him, he proceeded to boldly slash his name on
the signature line and then carefully dated it.  Mary then
took the pen and with far more care and deliberation, signed
her name beside Gerald's.

"I now pronounce you Mistress and slave." Gemma intoned as she
also signed the document, witnessing it for the Cabal Council. 
Neither of her hosts cracked a smile at her intended jest. 
Sighing, she gathered up the paper and stood to leave.  "I
will get you copies by Monday, Mary."

They made their farewells, but Gemma stopped herself at the
door.  "A word of advice, you two.  You will please recall
that, more than anything else, this is supposed to a deeply
satisfying, physically and emotionally wonderful commitment
between two people who obviously care about each other. It is
supposed to make you feel good, at least on some level,
whether that is because you enjoy spanking his ass, or because
you're proud of enduring for her or simply because the orgasms
are great.  If you two can't smile now, how the hell are you
going to make it through three months?"

Silently, Mary agreed with her friend, but before she could
respond, Gerald did.  "Because we have to, Lady Gemma. 
Because the Cabal Council has simply given us no other
choice."  He nodded to the sheaf of paper held tightly in her
hand.  "That contract says that there is no choice other than
Mary leaving the Cabal, and that is unacceptable."

Gently, Gemma reached out her free hand and stroked Gerald's
cheek, feeling the tension in his jaw as she did so.  On a
whim, she leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead. 
"Try to find the joy you once shared together," she whispered
to him.  

Gemma left, quietly praying that this plan had not been a
gross error in judgement.  Gerald's attitude frankly
frightened her.  So much so that she wouldn't want to be
in a 24/7 relationship with him.  In fact, she felt guilty
about her part in setting this up disaster-waiting-to-
happen.  Maybe she could tease her little husband Alex
into giving her one of his justly famous sexy over-the-
knee spankings.  Emphasis, she grinned, on the sexy.  She
wasn't feeling that guilty.  Besides, she was the Domme. 

Usually.

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

Back inside the house, stifling tension had descended on
both Mary and Gerald.  Each was locked tightly in their
own concerns and fears.  Finally, Mary broke the silence. 
"So, what do we do now?"

For the first time that night, Gerald smiled.  "Well, you
are the Mistress, but if you ask me, I'd like to go to
bed.  I changed the linen on the bed in my old room and
have moved most of my clothes, toiletries and sundries
over into the slave quarters.  We could just call it a
day, and start the heavy moving tomorrow."

"All right.  That makes sense, but just one thing first,
okay?   This is *not* an order, Gerry, but do you think
you could spare a hug?  I am feeling kind of shaky just
now."

Gerald hesitated for just a moment and then opened his
arms wide to enfold her.  "Me, too," he said into the soft
hair on the top of her head.  "Me, too."

End Part 7


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