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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

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Protecting the Mistress
by Tigger

Part 9: Reflections on a Scene Gone Well

Mary smiled into the darkness of Gerald's, now her bedroom. 
It had been such a lovely night.  The play had been just a bit
rough, but Gerry had handled it.  More than handled it, he'd
enjoyed himself, particularly after he had beaten "Sally," and
earned his reward.

A very satisfied, if somewhat un-Dommely giggle burbled up. 
She wondered what Gerry would say if he knew that there had
only been two people besides himself in that room.  Gemma was
very good with voices, and had managed a very creditable,
middle American accent as the domina Sally.  The only thing
she'd said as "Puppy" had been the initial greeting when they
arrived and Gemma had made "her" sound like some submissive
southern belle. The unnamed boy-sub never really spoke, but
then it had been the idea of another male being present and
watching him submitting that had been the point of that
deception.  

Somehow they'd managed to keep up the pretense that there had
been four other people in the room with Gerry.  Everything
that had been done to Gerry or around Gerry that night had
actually been the work of either Gemma or Mary.  The only
trick was to make sure that the one speaking was not
simultaneously the one doing whatever Puppy had been ordered
to do to him. 

Of course, when "Sally" had not managed to break Gerry's
resolve to reserve "Mistress" only for Mary (much to Gemma's
very real surprise), it had been Mary herself who had taken
the Puppy-role.  She was not about to share Gerry (not that
Gemma would have done it anyway as besotted as she was with
her Alex), but most of all, she had done it because she had
wanted him.  At least once more before all this started.  As
equals, for that was what the two supposed submissives really
were at that special moment of time.

Not that there wouldn't be lovemaking shared between the two
of them in the next few months because there most definitely
would be - a lot of lovemaking - but Mary feared that the
dynamics imposed by their contract might somehow affect the
wonderful give and take they had always shared in bed.

Knowing Gerry as she did, Mary expected that he would take
this thing to where he'd do most of the giving and too damned
little of the taking.  It would still be good.  She reminded
herself.  Gerry was a superb technical lover and she knew that
he loved loving her.  It was just that she loved loving him
just as much and she wasn't sure how open he was going to
permit himself to be over the period of the contract.  She
hoped for the best, but she had tonight's memories if the best
did not come to pass.

Still, it was odd that he had not recognized her body.  Now
that she thought about it, he should have - they knew each
other very well.  At least, they had known each other very
well.  She gave a mental shrug.  He hadn't said anything about
it to her, and he would have.

Wouldn't he? 

One other bright spot, he had taken a fairly nasty little
corporal session (Gemma was absolutely wicked with that strap
of hers) and had not lost it or needed to use his safe word.

Which made her all the more certain she knew what had happened
that night?  At least she thought she knew the root cause of
what happened.  Now, if she could just find a way to work all
that out for him. 

And for herself, too, she reminded herself as she rolled over
and pulled the covers up to her chin. Maybe Gemma would have
some ideas on that possibility - she'd check with her
tomorrow. She was asleep within moments, a thoroughly feline
smile lighting her lips.

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

Gerald smiled into the darkness of the guest, now his bedroom. 
It had been such a great night.  The play had been just a bit
rough, but he'd handled it.  More than handled it, he smirked
to himself, he'd thoroughly enjoyed himself most of the night. 
Well, except for the strapping - whoever "Sally" was, she was
hell on wheels with that damned strap.  And yet, he'd checked
his butt in the mirror when he'd gotten home.  He'd have a few
bruises in the morning, but not as many as he would have
expected, given how the receiving had felt.  And he'd felt
rather proud of the way he took it, not once coming close to
violating his promise to Mistress Mary. That had been sweet,
too.

Yes, he had enjoyed himself that night, but particularly after
he had beaten "Sally," and earned his reward.

Mary needed to change her perfume if she was going to play
games like that one and still hope to get away with them. 
Maybe she'd expected the scent of the fine leather hood would
dull his ability to discriminate his love's scent. 
Unfortunately for that plan, Mistress Mary was fond of wearing
leather when she played with Gerald. He'd simply spent too
many hours in the past year, blindfolded and bound, learning
every inch of her body with his nose, tongue and mouth.  He
knew her taste, her scent and the smooth texture of her skin. 
Whatever else had happened that night, he had made love to
Mary, not some faceless girl-sub named "Puppy."

She must have known he'd recognize her.  Hell, they knew each
other about as intimately as it was possible to know another
person without wearing that person's skin.  Still, she hadn't
said anything afterwards.  She hadn't even teased him about
his performance.  She would have said something.

Wouldn't she?

He'd decided to take it as a gift, as a last opportunity to be
just a little selfish in his lovemaking.  After all, he had
earned the slave girl as his reward.  To the victors go the
Sabine Women, or something like that.  

Their lovemaking had been incredible - transcendent.  Two
people locked in combat to see which of them could give the
other the most pleasure, each trying to give the other just
the tiniest bit more than he or she took.  That type of
lovemaking between equals in power was probably not in the
Cabal's program for the next three months.  That was okay,
Gerald thoroughly loved loving Mary that way, too. 

Now that it was over, he briefly let himself wonder why she'd
done it.  Well, if she wanted him to know, she'd tell him.  He
was just glad that she had done it. 

At least now, he had the memory of two people really making
love to get him through whatever the next few months really
held.  Feeling very happy and replete, Gerald rolled over and
pulled the covers up under his chin. He was asleep within
moments, a thoroughly masculine smile lighting his lips.

Part 10: Preparations and other Games


Gerald exited his den/office, hoping he was ready for whatever
Mary had on tap for the night.  It couldn't involve too much
corporal punishment because his ass was still very tender and
bruised from Sally's play the night before.  Still, maybe it
would end as wonderfully as the previous night's game, when
Mary-Pet took him into Paradise.

But he did not think so. He did not have long to wait to find
out.  Mary was waiting for him in the den.

"Finished for the evening, Gerry?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Excellent. Well, follow me."  Mary led him up the stairs and
to the Mistress Bedroom.  It was an odd feeling, seeing his
formally dark, masculine bedroom made over into a feminine
confection of lace, chintz and satins.  She'd turned his
bedroom desk into a vanity, complete with a tall mirror that
he'd never seen before.  A dizzying array of tubes, bottles,
pots and boxes now held sway over a surface where, just few
short days ago, paperback books, magazines and various working
papers had rested in ordered chaos.

Mary moved to the stool directly in front of the vanity and
seated herself.  "Gerry, I want you to sit on the bed, where
you can clearly see both me and my mirror image."  She ordered
firmly.

Gerald went to the bed, sat down, and then adjusted his
position by sliding his butt along the slick satiny comforter
until he could see Mary and her reflection clearly.  "Okay,
Mistress, I can see both now."

"Very good, Gerry, now I want you to pay very close
attention."

A little bewildered, Gerald watched as Mary began by opening a
jar of white cream which she then rubbed thoroughly into her
face.  A cotton ball began to remove the excess cream, which
was in turn followed by another one.  Gerald realized that the
cotton balls were coming away with color on them, leaving
Mary's face  . . . paler somehow.  Then he realized.  Why,
she's cleaning her face.  That stuff must remove her makeup.

For the next hour, Gerald watched in rapt amazement as Mary
worked her cosmetic magic, slowly and carefully rebuilding her
face.  His fascination was not lost on Mary, and that pleased
her.  It boded well for the rest of her plan.

Finally, she set down the last brush and turned to face
Gerald.  Cocking a single finely shaped brow at him, she
smiled.  "Well?"

Her voice broke the near trance and he shook himself slightly
to refocus on her.  "Um mm.  . . .  Well, what, Mistress?" he
asked uncertainly.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked pertly.

His eyes wide with wonder, all Gerald could come up with was
"God, but I think you are beautiful." 

The awe and depth of feeling in his voice made Mary's heart
skip, and she nearly abandoned her plans in favor of enjoying
that worship a little more.  She didn't, however, reminding
herself why her plans were necessary instead.  

Delayed gratification, she groused silently, is supposed to be
for subs, not Dommes.

It took great force of will, but she managed to frown sternly
at Gerald.  "Very pretty, Gerry, but not what I meant.  I told
you to pay close attention.  Did you?"

"God yes, Mistress.  That was . . . incredible. I have never
seen anything like that."

Damn him, she thought, he's going to get to me yet. She
thought half amused. "That is NOT what I meant.  Did you pay
attention?"  She held up a golden tube.  "What did I use this
for?" she asked as she reached for a wide bristled, wooden
handled brush, "Or this?" and finally the pot of white cream
"Or this?"

Momentarily nonplused by the rapid fire questioning, Gerald
managed to focus on the only thing he was sure of.  "That" he
said to point to the pot of cold cream.  "You used that stuff
to clean your face of the old makeup and stuff."

Mary dangled the tube and the brush.  "That's all you saw? 
You did not see me line my eyes with this?" she tossed the
tube into his lap, "Or this to shade and blend my eyeshadow?" 
Her tones were accusatory.  Gerald could only shake his head. 
"This was not an exhibition for your amusement, sir.  I expect
you to relieve me of this drudgery on occasion and fix my face
and hair for me when I order you to do so.  HOW CAN YOU DO
THAT IF YOU DON"T RECOGNIZE EYE LINER OR AN EYESHADOW BRUSH??
EVEN AFTER I SPENT ALMOST FIVE TIMES MY NORMAL TIME SHOWING
YOU HOW??"

But she hadn't told him why he was supposed to watch, Gerald
thought mutinously.  "No excuse, Mistress."

Mary walked over to her toy chest and pulled out a strange
leather and metal affair.  "Your penalty for not paying
attention, Gerald, is to be neutered until you have met my
standards.  Take off your pants, Mister.  Down to the skin!"

NEUTERED?? He thought in shock.  "I said strip, Gerald.  Don't
make this tougher for you than it has to be." He reacted to
the cold steel in her voice and almost tripped getting out of
his trousers and jockeys.

Mary knelt in front of him and held the affair open.  Looking
down, he saw that it something like a jockstrap and he stepped
carefully into the "leg-holes" that Mary presented to him. 
She quickly pulled the affair up over his hips, adjusted the
waist strap and then moved in front of him.  With deft
movements, she had the length of his semierect penis into a
nylon tube affair on the front of the device. Something like a
nylon tie-wrap clamped off the affair just behind his glans. A
tiny padlock fixed the wrap and the tube in place until the
lock was removed.  Finally, two straps attached to the tube
were drawn down between Gerald's legs and back up along his
hips, again much like a jockstrap, and were connected to the
waist belt.

The adjustments of the chastity took several more minutes, but
once Mary had finished, Gerald's groin no longer showed the
tell tale bulge of a male organ.  Satisfied, she completed her
task by fixing more locks on the waist belt and on the hip
straps.

She returned to her seat, but kept Gerald standing.  "There. 
No more sex for Gerry until he is a good boy and learns to pay
attention to his Mistress.  When you can do my make up and my
hair to *my* satisfaction, Gerry, I will unlock that and let
you have an orgasm, but not one minute before.  Do you
understand, sir?"

He really did not, but she was the Mistress and she obviously
had something in mind for him.  "Yes, Mistress."

"That stays on until I remove it.  It is made of nylon so you
can shower with it on and it will dry quickly.  You'll have to
sit to pee, but then, I told you that you aren't a boy anymore
and only boys stand up to pee." 

There was such mischievous mirth in her words and smile that
some of Gerald's tension and uncertainty eased. "One very
important thing, Gerald," Mary continued in a much more
serious tone, "I want you to carry a pocket knife with you at
all times while I have you in that belt.  If that toy ever
poses a danger to you, either physically or professionally,
you will cut it off and call me immediately.  That is why I
chose this chastity and not one made of more . . .  durable
materials.  Do you understand?"

Feeling much better now, Gerald nodded. "Yes, Mistress."

"All right, then.  Let's do the demonstration again before
bed.  Then you can practice using the only thing you
recognized and cleanse my face for bed.  Tomorrow night, you
will try it."

"Mistress, may I please get a notebook and take notes this
time?"

"If you must" she sighed aloud while thinking "as if it will
do you any good, darling.  I have other games we need to play
before this is all over."

End Part 10


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