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> Amanda sat alone in the real estate office's reception area. Most of the
> Realtors were off at lunch. Her being the newest in the office and
> basically still in training was 'volunteered' day in and day out to sit
> her lunch at the phones.
>
> She had eagerly anticipated this profession. Her only thought was
> finding the 'perfect' home for a family to be happy in the rest of
> their lives, like she had been before the tragic fire had taken her
> parents.
>
> A slight twenty three year old graduate of the nearest college extension
> program, she was interning until her required 'on job' hours were
> exhausted.
>
> Unfortunately, her little hometown had but this one realty office, and
> the local viewpoint was different from her own. Payment by commission,
> get as much as you can, hide the little faults.
>
> She tossed her dark hair slightly, looking at the quiet phones with an
> accusatory stare and really wondered where else she could go on her
> limited income.
>
> She shielded her soft blue eyes as the door opened to the noon day sun.
> She assumed it was the other gaggle of Realtors returning from lunch,
> but when the door shut, one woman stood there.
>
> She appeared to be in her late thirties, early forties and was dressed
> impeccably, far too fashionable for this part of the country. She drew
> off her sunglasses and blinked a few times as well.
>
> Not truly a slim woman, but definitely couldn't be considered plump. Her
> hair was a deep chestnut and her rather striking amber eyes seemed to
> glow.
>
> She strode forward and stood in front of Amanda's desk. "I need to talk
> to someone about purchasing a house."
>
> Amanda looked around the office and then realized the only one that
> would possibly take this woman seriously would be her boss, a man who's
> version of grovel was far in it's advanced stages.
>
> "One moment, Miss...?" Amanda was lifting the receiver to buzz her
> superior.
>
> "Ms. Kathleen." The woman turned politely away and was surveying the
> office as Amanda spoke rapidly into the phone.
>
> "Come with me, please," Amanda stood and led the woman back to her boss'
> office.
>
> As she showed her in, Ms. Kathleen looked at her and said, "Stay here."
>
> Amanda shrugged and sat in the chair by the door, listening.
>
> "I need a house." Ms. Kathleen started. She put so much emphasis on the
> words, Amanda felt there might be something more behind it, although
> she was sure that her boss had completely missed the inflection. Sure
> enough the man launched into a happy bouncy tirade of one that knew a
> sale would occur.
>
> "Well Miss, you've come to the right place you have. No place else to
> find a house but from a realtor's office, and we're the best in town."
> Amanda thought wryly, 'the only one in town'. "We may be a small town,
> but we have some excellent architectural examples here."
>
> "I am hoping to find what I need already built, rather than having it
> built, but if it's near enough, I will agree to it and handle the
> additions later." Ms. Kathleen's voice was still soft, but the mere
> impact of her words spoke of money to spend.
>
> "Well, let's start with what you're looking for, shall we?" The realtor
> briskly rubbed his hands together before pulling out several forms in
> front of him. "What kind of house are you looking for? How many
> bedrooms?"
> Ms. Kathleen stretched slightly then, moving almost catlike before
> resting her chin on her fingers and staring at him. "Privacy is
> tantamount."
>
> "Of course," He had dealt with this before, not from a quiet woman like
> this.
>
> "Not just the house, all details and how I conduct business with you is
> not to be discussed, by both of you. Is that understood?" Her gaze was
> unfailing upon him.
>
> He coughed then and broke the stare down, glancing down at his papers.
> "Of course, Miss."
>
> "Very well then, privacy. Preferably upon an acre of land, secluded. It
> does not have to be fenced. A two to four bedroom, with the master bath
> having a large tub. I would need an additional guest bath. I like the
> idea of a basement, finished with a den and an additional unfinished
> room. Another bathroom there would be perfect."
>
> "Oh..hmm, well there is a place I know about...but it's far outside of
> town. Now before you start, I know you said seclusion and privacy, but
> this is entirely unaccessible when the snow flies." The realtor risked
> a glance up.
>
> "Show it to me," Ms. Kathleen's fingers had tightened on her purse.
>
> "AMANDA!"
>
> Amanda jumped up from her seat. "Yes, Sir?"
>
> The drive out to the house was quiet, which soothed this bizarre woman
> to no end. Amanda felt as if any conversation would be an intrusion
> upon this woman's thoughts. She did keep watch out of the corner of her
> eye, taking in the nervous gripping of the expensive purse by the well
> manicured and bejeweled fingers and the quiet appraisal of the town as
> they edged outwards towards the house.
>
> As the pulled into the long drive to the house, it appeared as though
> the property had been neglected for some time. There was trash all over
> the place, and the landscaping had been overrun with weeds. Amanda
> looked around shaking her head, wondering once more why the boss had
> suggested this place. But as they pulled in front of the rancher, Ms.
> Kathleen became quite animated, yanking the door open before Amanda had
> completely stopped, and hopping out, gazing at the place.
>
> Amanda struggled to keep up, fumbling with the keys momentarily before
> finding the right one. She opened the door and was practically pushed
> aside as Ms. Kathleen walked in, instantly searching around the
> interior. Finally she spoke.
>
> "Lights! Do you have a floor plan?" The excitement was contagious and
> Amanda flicked the nearest light switch.
>
> The dark mahogany detailed floor tiles leading to the sunken living room
> gleamed as though never forgotten and Ms. Kathleen practically laughed
> in delight. "Floor plan..now now NOW!"
>
> Amanda yanked the paperwork from her tote and shoved it quickly at this
> unusual woman. "This is an older house, but has some nice sized rooms.
> This door to your right is to a larger than normal den, but it could be
> changed to a bedroom."
>
> With a yelp, the woman grabbed the floor plan and went from room to room
> checking each detail. Amanda followed quietly after her, and was
> genuinely surprised to see her pull out a tape measure at one point.
>
> Ms. Kathleen stopped at the basement stairs and took a deep breathe
> before giggling nervously and heading down them.
>
> "Laundry area and family room. There was some nice storage places as
> well there, but they are unfinished and locked off. There is an old
> fruit cellar door on the outside of the house, leading down to there if
> you need the area." Amanda called down as she made her way after Ms.
> Kathleen. She heard a large crack and scurried down the stairs quickly.
>
>
> Ms. Kathleen had somehow managed to get the lock off the door blocking
> the storage section and was peering through the dark.
>
> She looked back at Amanda with the face of a small child discovering a
> playground. "No lights in here right? Do you have the key to the other
> door?"
>
> Amanda didn't even bother to ask how she had managed to get the one lock
> off, but rifled through the keys she did have to locate the other key.
> She held it up in triumph and heard a quick "Well go open it, dear!"
> from the woman who had ventured into the darkness.
>
> Amanda shook her head with confusion, but a small smile played across
> her lips. She exited the front door and made her way around the side of
> the house where the aged door was placed. After carefully unlocking the
> bolt there, the doors were a tad heavy but creaked open. Sunlight
> flooded into the basement and there was Ms. Kathleen already in the
> middle of the storage area, covered from head to toe with cobwebs. As
> the light filtered through the flying dust, she glanced up at Amanda
> with a huge smile. "I'll take it." Ms. Kathleen cried out, and swung
> her arms around stirring up more dust.
>
> "Are you sure, Ma'am? I'm sure there are more suitable houses for you
> that are nearer to town. This is such an old fixer upper..I can't
> imagine why he said to show this to you." Amanda was sure that this
> couldn't be what Ms. Kathleen was looking for.
>
> "Nope, this is the one, dear. Go fetch the paperwork. Oh, and," Ms.
> Kathleen chuckled, "make sure you bring back the bank information for a
> wire transfer."
>
> Amanda had been back to the house several times with different forms of
> paperwork. Each time there seemed to be some improvement made, although
> there never seemed to be anyone about.
>
> Today though was a different story. She had called Ms. Kathleen in
> advance, notifying her as usual of her impending visit. She had the
> final deeds prepared. Ms. Kathleen had managed to shock her and her
> boss at the same time when she insisted on purchasing the house out
> right.
>
> As she drove her car along the country road, she recalled the many
> rumors that had been flying in town about the activity out here. The
> many different orders that had come rapidly through the local lumber
> yard and hardware stores, as well the late night delivery vans from as
> far away as Los Angeles. Some local carpenters had ventured out this
> way, hoping to find work, but were politely denied.
>
> Her breath caught as she pulled into the drive, noticing a huge earth
> mover to one side and the pile of debris from the weeds and junk that
> had gathered there over the years of neglect. There were several men
> working the yard with trowels and what appeared to be grass seed.
> Another truck was parked nearby with some large mature trees in
> buckets. Ms. Kathleen had definitely a no limit budget as for cleaning
> this place up.
>
> She pulled up to the front of the house and smiled. There were even men
> painting the exterior of the house. As she got out, she noticed that
> the basement doors were open on the side of the house. But as her car
> door shut, the doors came down with a bang. She looked oddly at the
> side of the house, but then made her way to the front door.
>
> Ms. Kathleen was out of breath and laughing as she answered the bell's
> summons. "Hello Amanda. C'mon in. It's almost done."
>
> Amanda made her way into the house, astounded at the transformations
> within the last month.
>
> The sunken in living room now contained two plush couches arranged
> together in an intimate setting with a large coffee table between them.
> The fireplace had been remasoned and now opened out into the kitchen.
> She was led into the den and was pleased to see that this was one room
> that was completely finished. Ms. Kathleen had bookshelves all around
> the room and a large desk positioned with two chairs before it.
>
> Ms. Kathleen sat down behind the desk and moved the mouse of her
> computer stopping the odd screen saver from rolling. "So what have you
> brought me today?"
>
> Amanda settled comfortably in one of the chairs, and propped up her new
> briefcase in the other chair. After Ms. Kathleen's sizable commission
> to her office, her boss had eked out a small bonus. No longer a totebag
> to carry important papers. She drew out the deed and a checklist.
>
> "This is for you." She handed over the Deed for Ms. Kathleen's perusal.
> "And the checklist we forgot a month ago. May we go over it now while
> you check that over?"
>
> Ms. Kathleen waved her hand and continued reading.
>
> "Okay, you already have your electricity and phones hooked up. Water
> seems to be running fine. Refuse has been picked up?"
>
> Ms. Kathleen nodded as she read. "Yep, currently have it as a daily
> service. It will probably drop down to once a week at the end of this
> month."
>
> "Right, ok. You seem to have found the local services just fine."
>
> "I sign here?" Ms. Kathleen pointed to a line.
>
> "Yes Ma'am," Amanda crossed off the checklist and signed it, setting it
> back in her briefcase and smiled politely across the desk. "I admire
> the fine work you've done restoring this place."
>
> Ms. Kathleen's eyes swept up from the papers and a secretive smile
> played at her lips. "Yes, things have gone rather smoothly. There is
> still much left to do, but I imagine that by Autumn, my house should be
> ready for a house warming party."
>
> Amanda thought quickly, remembering the condition of the house until
> now, and wondered what still needed to be done. But before she could
> voice her confusion, the door leading to the outer hall was opened and
> a man stepped in carrying a pitcher of pink lemonade with two glasses
> full of ice. He was a very attractive man, appearing to just out of the
> shower, the water still dewing on his unconcealed tanned shoulders.
>
> Ms. Kathleen turned slightly to the disturbance and smiled. She ran a
> painted nail down the man's arm. "Ah, Mitchell..what a lovely thought.
> Such a good boy. Would you care for a drink, Amanda?"
>
> Amanda had watched the little exchange with interest and barely found
> her voice. "Yes, please."
>
> The man carefully poured the two glasses and seemed to just slip away.
>
> Ms. Kathleen finally finished reviewing the deeds and signed her name
> with a flourish. "I think that does it! Good thing too, I've been so
> happy with my choice of this house."
>
> Amanda signed as a witness and tucked the documents away. She lifted the
> lemonade glass in a paltry toast. "To your new home, Ms. Kathleen."
>
> "Oh yes!" Ms. Kathleen clinked the glass and then laughed merrily.
>
> Amanda smiled once more. The awkwardness of the previous moment passed.
>
> "Do you have a few moments to spare me?" Ms. Kathleen had leaned back in
> her chair and was eyeing Amanda lazily.
>
> "Sure. I'm not due back until after lunch." Amanda sipped her lemonade
> quietly.
>
> "Are you happy in your job?" The bluntness of the question almost made
> Amanda choke, but she recovered and lifted her blue eyes toward the
> waiting woman's face.
>
> She smiled, but her eyes lowered. "It's what I'm trained to do." The
> forced happiness in her voice came out all wrong. Sarcasm was easily
> detected.
>
> "Know anything about computers, like office manager skills?" Ms.
> Kathleen drank a large swallow of lemonade, watching the girl before
> her.
>
> "Well, yes. That was part of the training." Amanda paused as the door
> opened once again to admit another man, this one a bit older who went
> directly to Ms. Kathleen and leaned to whisper in her ear.
>
> With a curt nod to the man, she rose and downed the rest of her drink.
> "We'll have to continue this discussion another time. I have a worker
> who is being lazy."
>
> Amanda stood, extending her hand. "Of course. Thank you again and enjoy
> your new home!"
>
> Ms. Kathleen shook the hand warmly and then made a beeline out the side
> door.
>
> Amanda shrugged and set the lemonade glass down. As she gathered her
> briefcase and made her way to the door, a sharp crack drew her head
> around. She shrugged and continued out.
>
> Kathleen coiled the whip looking down at Brandon.
>
> "I don't want excuses. I want the job done. How dare you choose THAT
> particular moment to act up," She left the low bench and hung the whip
> back up against the warm stained wood shelves.
>
> Mitchell arrived to one side and whispered softly, "She's gone,
> Mistress."
>
> "Dammit!" Kathleen flexed a crop, looking down at the errant slave that
> had caused the brevity of her prying interview.
>
> Brandon was one of the slaves that thought it was all pain and pleasure
> and no obedience. He had been in trouble time and time again. He was
> also a very good plumber, which for Kathleen's purpose made him
> non-expendable at the moment. Brandon let out a soft whimper and then
> whispered hoarsely, "Mistress, I've missed you.."
>
> The crop came down on the back of his thighs and he let out a yelp.
>
> "As I've already explained, several times now Brandon, the work MUST be
> done. I will NOT be as lenient in the future when asking fellow Dommes
> for their best workers." Kathleen set down the crop and nodded to
> Mitchell.
>
> Mitchell released Brandon of his restraints. He stepped back and then
> turned to finish his own tasks upstairs.
>
> Kathleen grasped Brandon's hair and pulled him down to the room that he
> had been assigned.
>
> "You know what I want. I gave you explicit details of the grotto. I also
> stated that the plumbing needed to be done so that I don't have to be
> worried about pipes freezing over in six months in the dead of winter.
> For you, a master plumber, it should be no big deal. So why with
> everyone else keeping on deadline, you are slacking off?"
>
> Kathleen looked around the dusty interior of the room she had chosen to
> be the grotto. It was going to be gorgeous when finished. A lovely HUGE
> hot tub with boulders surrounding it. Right now though it was just a
> mess. The electricians had completed their part, including the soft
> recessed lighting even within several boulders that would be
> underwater. She missed Frik and Frak(as their Mistress' had named them)
> but they obviously wanted to please her and return to her side
> immediately for they set to work on their duties quickly and quietly.
>
> Brandon looked petulant but then nodded. "I've been delinquent in my
> duties. I understand the discipline that you've given me."
>
> Kathleen looked sharply at the man on the floor beside her. His eyes
> told her most of the story though. He was still in training with a very
> good friend of hers. Kathleen knew that her friend wasn't into
> obedience as she was into it for the dominating sex. She should have
> realized this one wouldn't understand. But Dammit, that Amanda.
>
> Kathleen nodded and said curtly, "Back to work." She left Brandon and
> continued back up to her office to mull over Amanda.
>
> Kathleen had gotten vague impressions that Amanda may very well be a
> switch, but unrealized. She was definitely submissive when it came to
> getting her work done, but she had watched her over the last month with
> surprising efficiency when it came to that dullard of a man she worked
> for.
>
> Now as she relaxed at her desk, she thought over possible scenarios as
> she flipped through the remaining work to be done. She needed a
> secretary. She had always hated paperwork. She needed Amanda. But would
> Amanda be willing to come work with her?
>
> It was the middle of September when Amanda received a heavily inscribed
> invitation in her personal mail. She tossed the usual ads
> aside(although that cheap pizza sounded pretty good, her budget would
> never allow it) and carefully opened the ivory envelope.
>
> It was an invitation to Ms. Kathleen's house warming. How nice! Amanda
> thought back a couple of months and remembered the lovely lady and the
> house that she was renovating. Amanda thought about the coming winter
> and being stuck all alone out there and then shrugged. Some folks like
> seclusion. Uh oh. It stated that it was formal. Amanda laughed softly
> to herself and looked around her small apartment. Far cry from being
> vogue, but it suited her life. She had lived so frugally, barely
> touching the money from her parents life insurance. Oh sure, she had
> dipped into it to get her education and her car, but most of it was
> still socked away in savings and a couple of certificates of deposit.
>
> Just once she would really indulge. She laughed brightly. There weren't
> too many extravagant stores in her little town, but if there were going
> to be locals there, she wanted to make the best impression that she
> could.
>
> She would ask for the day off! She would go shopping and then she would
> have the full day off to rest and prepare.
>
> But as she went into the office the next day, her boss had received an
> invitation as well and refused to give her the time off. As she
> fretted, she calmed herself down with the knowledge that she would
> still be able to go shopping on Saturday before the party.
>
> *~*
>
> "One more store," Amanda said quietly to herself. She had been
> disenchanted with the dresses available to her at the more upper class
> stores in the local mall. The formal dresses they offered seemed like
> bridesmaid clothes, or matronly women's wear.
>
> She spotted a leather goods store and paused. Amanda had seen some very
> lovely full leather dresses work for a formal occasion and she decided
> to peek in and see what they had.
>
> The scent that assailed her as she entered the store was overwhelming,
> but brought a smile to her face.
>
> A man about her own age came up to her. "Can I help you Ma'am?"
>
> Amanda smiled at the 'Ma'am' and then looked around. "I'm looking for a
> dress to wear for a special event."
>
> "Yes Ma'am. Of course." He drew her to the back of the store, beyond the
> jackets and accessories to where a full display of rather interesting
> looking dresses were hanging. He paused and looked at her and then
> nodding, pulling a black leather dress from the racks. It looked way
> too short and was sleeveless, but he propelled her to the changing
> room. "Try this one on."
>
> In the cubicle, Amanda stared at the dress, inhaling the rich smell of
> leather and sighed. Well why not? She wanted to make an impression on
> people and this would definitely do it. She slipped out of her clothes
> and slid the leather dress on, noting that she wouldn't be able to wear
> regular undergarments with it. She peered at herself in the mirror,
> turning this way and that. WOW! Was this too sexy to wear to a house
> warming?
>
> Amanda shrugged. Oh what the hell? It was once and she would probably
> never wear it again. She slid it off once more and struggled into her
> regular clothes before venturing out of the dressing room.
>
> The salesman was there waiting and she lay the dress over his arm. "I'll
> take it."
>
> Shoes..she had. But where to get undergarments that would be
> appropriate?
>
> As she paid the extraordinary amount for the dress(gulping..it was once
> in a lifetime) she spied a lingerie shop that she usually avoided for a
> more practical lifestyle. Today though...
>
> Amanda held the dress wrapped in tissue and plastic and ran across the
> street to the store. Her Saturday was almost gone and she still had
> house chores to do before she got ready for the party.
>
> The girls at the counter looked up at her entrance and blinked. They
> both appeared to be high school kids, but as Amanda walked closer, she
> noticed a wedding ring on one and the slight hint of grey hairs in the
> other.
>
> "Hi there. Can we help you?" They both straightened up as if they were
> siamese twins, their movements were smooth and together.
>
> "I need something to wear under a dress I just purchased. I don't think
> what I normally wear as undergarments would be appropriate." Amanda
> held up the dress bag as if in explanation.
>
> The girls both ooh and awed over the bag and then gently pulled the
> leather dress out, nodding.
>
> "Yes Ma'am of course," One went one way while the other went to the
> other side of the shop. Amanda watched in bemused silence but was
> rather shocked with what they returned with.
>
> The one held a garter belt and stockings, while the other held out a
> bustier, but it was cupless, more like an old fashioned corset. "I
> couldn't..." Amanda started. The one girl shook her head. "You really
> don't need any support with this dress and your figure is lovely. As
> for the garter belt..well pantyhose wouldn't work in this case..you'd
> have a problem with static build up."
>
> "I think we got the right sizes too, you may want to check." The other
> girl spoke up, as she smiled at Amanda.
>
> Amanda felt the warm feeling of a blush rising against her neck and face
> and nodded. "No, I'm sure these will do," she was extremely embarrassed
> because they both seemed to be so well informed and were looking up and
> down at her appraisingly.
>
> Amanda quickly paid and rushed out of the store into the mid afternoon
> sunshine once more, shakily breathing in and out.
>
> Amanda thought to herself again, "Oh hell, it's just for one night. I
> can do this."
>
> *~*
>
> It was just after five in the evening when she finally got back to her
> apartment. She had her grocery shopping finished and had found a rather
> tasteful bottle of wine for a housewarming gift. She decided to
> procrastinate on her laundry for one day.
>
> She put away her groceries and then Amanda stepped into her bedroom and
> carefully laid out her clothing purchases. How had she ever gotten the
> courage to purchase such interesting clothes? She fingered the silk of
> the lingerie and deeply breathed in the smell of the leather once more.
>
>
> The phone rang, it's bell breaking the intensity of the moment. Amanda
> looked at the phone incredulously..she hardly ever got calls, and today
> of all days.
>
> She picked it up and said a soft hello, only to hear laughter, hearty
> female laughter on the other end.
>
> "Amanda! Hello dear! It's Kathleen. Just calling to let you know when
> the car will be around to pick you up."
>
> "Oh..um ok," Amanda started. "That's very generous of you. I can drive
> myself if you need to use it for other purposes."
>
> The laughter once again, light and airy but so full. "No dear..it's
> fine. The driver is on loan to me and I'm taking full advantage of him.
> So is 7 a good time?"
>
> "Yes Ma'am," Amanda said quietly.
>
> "Good girl!" The quick response came. "Can't wait to see you again
> tonight! I've missed you!"
>
> And the phone went dead.
>
> Amanda took a quick look at the clock and dashed to her bathroom,
> dislodging clothing as she went.
>
> After a luxurious bath, Amanda had dried her hair feverishly and then
> set curlers into it.
>
> She had always worn very little makeup, so her primping consisted of
> choosing her perfume and eyeliner to match the outfit. As the curlers
> came out, her hair hung softly framing her face.
>
> Amanda stood at the foot of the bed looking down at the clothing once
> more. She slid on the bustier and the garter belt, thoughtfully
> slipping on the stockings and snapping them into place.
>
> As she turned back to the bed to collect the dress, she caught a view of
> herself in the mirror. She paused and felt the flush covering her
> watching her skin tinting a soft pink and her nipples hardening above
> the bustier.
>
> "WOW"
>
> Amanda knew that she had a half way appropriate figure for her height,
> yet the view she saw especially with the bustier drawing it into a more
> hour glass shape. She was very awed.
>
> Just as she started to wiggle into the leather dress, she realized that
> she had forgotten underpants. She laughed as the leather covered her
> face, her arms straight up in the air. Now was not the time to worry
> about this, dammit, she was going to be sexy and slinky and vogue this
> evening.
>
> One thing she had from her mother that didn't get destroyed in the fire
> was a lovely gossamer shawl. Her parents had attended a late night
> party and the shawl was left in the car in their haste to get to sleep.
> The chill of the evening must have made them crank up the old heating
> system. The cause of the fire was never disputed.
>
> Now she flung it over her shoulders. They were too bare for the Autumn
> air. As she checked her appearance once more and stepped into her
> shoes, the doorbell chimed.
>
> With a quick glance at her wristwatch, she scooped her bag and the
> festively decorated bottle of wine and made her way to the door.
>
> A tall mildly attractive man stood there dressed as a chauffeur,
> complete with a cap.
>
> "Good evening, Miss Amanda. My name is Sean and I'll be driving you this
> evening." Even with the droll statement he delivered, his eyes
> appraised her quickly and then motioned to the limousine.
>
> Long sleek and black and as the door was opened, Amanda left her paltry
> life behind and felt as she had stepped into a dream.
>
> The house was amazing. Ms. Kathleen was suspiciously absent from the
> crowd of revelers as Amanda waded through. She noted each addition to
> the main living area and smiled because she had seen the full
> transformation.
>
> As the car had driven up the drive, she glowed as she noted the now
> complete landscaping. The trees were planted and within a year would
> provide some lovely shade to the front of the house. Some bushes lined
> the drive and provided a unique divider to the now lush lawn that was
> meticulously manicured.
>
> Now though as she walked through the interior, making small talk and
> smiling indulgently, she suddenly felt out of place. She placed the
> bottle of wine on the kitchen counter, smiling to the man who had once
> served lemonade to her and made her way back into the living room.
>
> "Come in!" Ms. Kathleen was growling at the computer, feverishly typing
> up one final report of the plumber's behavior with insistent
> suggestions of further training. Her eyes raised as Mitchell walked in,
> noting that his very tight uniform was showing more than she expected.
>
> "You are missing your party, Mistress." Mitchell voice was edged with
> excitement and she stood suddenly and walked over to him, grasping his
> arousal through his trousers.
>
> "What has you all worked up, hmm?" She manipulated his strong throbbing
> cock against the zipper, tugging a bit too tightly, making him gasp.
>
> "She's here, Mistress," Mitchell's eyes had closed in pleasure and the
> statement came out in a hiss.
>
> "Oh?" Ms. Kathleen, paused in Mitchell's torture to allow herself a
> small smile, the dark red gash of lipstick parting over brilliantly
> white teeth. "And this is your reaction to her?" She pulled his cock
> roughly toward her.
>
> Mitchell whimpered, and then panted slightly before answering. "Only
> because I knew what pleasure it would bring you, Mistress."
>
> "And how is she dressed, my darling Mitchell?" The zipper was down now
> and her nails were against his flesh.
>
> Quickly and quietly, pausing every so often for a hot panting, the
> details of Amanda's dress came out. Ms. Kathleen suddenly shoved the
> cock back into the trousers, and zipped it up a little too quickly.
> Mitchell's hairs were caught in the enclosure and he glanced down
> before eyeing her.
>
> "Mistress?" His whimpered plea came out.
>
> "Leave it. The pain should bring you pleasure for this evening during
> this little excursion into vanilla entertainment." Ms. Kathleen's mind
> was now beyond the man beside her and she made her way out to her room
> to find an outfit to match Amanda's.
>
> Amanda was on her second mug of hot apple cider and was becoming a
> trifle bored. Already half the professional men from her dinky little
> town had propositioned her, and although she had thought she would
> enjoy the attention, they all were just too obvious.
>
> The local women were shooting her looks of hatred, and this she found
> quite amusing. The wonders that a proper dress and attitude had on a
> mousy girl. And as Amanda made the simile to Cinderella, she almost
> choked against the cider going down her throat.
>
> It was almost 8:30 when Ms. Kathleen finally made her appearance. In a
> stunning royal blue leather floor length dress, the back of it all
> laced up from the very small of her back to her bare shoulders. So much
> skin was showing that Amanda chuckled as the attention drew away from
> her and focused on the hostess of the evening.
>
> Dinner was served immediately after Ms. Kathleen's arrival in a small
> tent that she had arranged on her back lawn. Rose bushes were still
> blooming with lovely red and sterling silver blossoms and the music
> that was provided completed the austere setting. She was seated between
> two men who constantly made their presence known, not by chatting with
> her, but by their palms resting on her thighs. With a twinkle in her
> eye, she picked up both her salad fork and her dinner fork as if
> inspecting them and sharply stabbed both hands simultaneously. The
> palms did not invade again.
>
> After a lovely dinner and small conversation, Amanda was relieved to see
> most of the guests being shuffled to the door. Her own boss had made a
> very untoward suggestion and she was hanging back from her own
> departure to be sure that he found his way to his home and not hers.
>
> Ms. Kathleen had watched Amanda very discreetly for most the evening,
> noting with pleasure how she had managed the maulers at the dinner
> table and the high flush on her cheeks now as she sipped another cider.
> This was her third drink of the evening, Ms. Kathleen noted. She wasn't
> drinking alcohol, but the juices that were provided. With dinner she
> had cleaned her palate through the courses with water.
>
> She snagged Mitchell as he was on the way to fetch another wrap of a
> dowdy wife and whispered her instructions to him. He nodded and glanced
> toward Amanda before scurrying on his way.
>
> "Ms. Kathleen would be honored if you were to wait for a bit. She wishes
> to show you the entire house as you were instrumental in the
> beginning." Mitchell's low tone caught her by surprise.
>
> "Of course! I'd love to see the rest!" Amanda was thrilled. Now she had
> a valid excuse for waiting to leave. She watched amused as couple after
> couple made their way out. And then it was just the staff and Ms.
> Kathleen.
>
> Ms. Kathleen plopped unceremoniously in the couch next to her. "What do
> you think, dear? Have I made the proper impression on the 'who's in'
> crowd? I would dread having them wondering all winter who the hell I
> was."
>
> Amanda laughed politely. "You had most of the upper crust of the town
> here. But personally I think you gave of yourself without giving
> yourself away."
>
> Ms. Kathleen laughed heartily. The same laughter she had heard on the
> phone so much earlier today. "Mind explaining that, Amanda?"
>
> Amanda nervously fingered the hem of her dress. "Well. You spoke on many
> topics, you have a flair that is undeniable, but at the same time, you
> never spoke of yourself. What you do. What you plan to do. Where you
> are from."
>
> "Good job!" Ms. Kathleen stood up from the couch. "You are absolutely
> right! And if you remember, I enjoy the privilege of my privacy. In
> this kind of game though, you need to give them a little bit. Let them
> think I'm eccentric. There are times when I think that myself." Ms.
> Kathleen held a hand out. "Ready for the tour?"
>
> Amanda grasped the strong hand and stood up, shifting the leather ever
> so slightly. She smiled at Ms. Kathleen and nodded. "Yes please. I'd
> love to see what you've done to the rest."
>
> Ms. Kathleen now pointed out the hidden treasures of the living room.
> The fireplace was wood burning and was still roaring merrily in the
> hearth. The entertainment system that had provided music for the dinner
> had speakers so cleverly disguised that Amanda hadn't realized that
> they were there.
>
> "Music is handled through a main control area, but there are speakers
> throughout the house, including into the back yard area." Ms. Kathleen
> led her into the kitchen were the staff was now cleaning dishes and
> packaging leftover foodstuffs away. "I like my nook there, that is
> where I usually dine." What Ms. Kathleen pointed out was more a window
> seat than a nook. It had a table that was placed diagonally from the
> seat and looked quite comfortable.
>
> What struck Amanda as odd was the lack of chatter. Even with the soft
> muted music that must go through the entire house, the staff was very
> quiet. The four men dressed smartly in waiter apparel were almost
> automaton in their motions. The man that had served her lemonade was
> not among them and she wondered briefly if she had missed his
> departure.
>
> As they continued down the hall, Ms. Kathleen pointed to the guest
> lounge which Amanda smiled and confessed to already having seen. The
> next room appeared to be a bedroom, but had two sets of bunk beds and
> bare minimum of furniture beyond that. There was one dresser in the
> room, but no chairs, no desks and everything was perfect. The beds were
> made with military precision and Amanda could see a drill sergeant
> bouncing a quarter with no problem.
>
> The next room was a bit less severe. A single bed with a decidedly
> feminine comforter. A huge overstuffed chair. A wide chest of drawers.
> A desk with a computer and office chair along with a phone.
>
> "Is this your room?" Amanda asked innocently and was astounded with Ms.
> Kathleen hearty laugh once more.
>
> "Good heavens, no." Ms. Kathleen walked to the other side of the
> basement stairs and pulled open the double doors. "This is my room,
> dear."
>
> A beautiful suite in burgundy and forest greens with the rich red of the
> mahogany wood. The huge almost sinful bed was the dominating feature,
> the accents adding to the decor rather than detracting from it. There
> was another door partially opened into a lounge area and a huge walk in
> closet as well.
>
> "You've redone this so nicely!" Amanda smiled as she surveyed the room.
> Ms. Kathleen watched Amanda's expression through each room and then
> nodded to herself, making up her mind.
>
> "There is more." Ms. Kathleen hit a switch, highlighting the basement
> stairs and Amanda eagerly followed her down.
>
> There was a huge washer and dryer, almost a commercial quality that was
> fronting the stairs with a linen closet above it. As they turned the
> corner, a huge family room was revealed. Ms. Kathleen had redone it in
> dark browns and rust. A flat screen television, big enough to be
> mistaken for a slide projector screen stood on one side with a huge
> wall of contemporary movies for both VCR and DVD players. The
> entertainment system that she spoke of was situated on another wall
> with several classical CDs littered across it. With a smile, Ms.
> Kathleen flipped a switch and the strains of Meredith Brooks' 'Bitch'
> started to lull through the speakers. The rest of the room was just one
> continuous couch.
>
> "So have you done anything to the fruit cellar?" Amanda asked, still
> eyeing the expensive equipment with a wry smile.
>
> Ms. Kathleen looked at Amanda and Amanda returned the gaze with
> question. Once more, Ms. Kathleen nodded as if making up her mind. "Yes
> in fact, that's one of the reasons I had you stay. I WANT you to work
> for me. NEED you. I'm a complete mess when it comes to paperwork and
> I've really come to the end of my patience with it. In my profession, I
> constantly need reports written, correspondence kept up, and daily
> tasks done on the computer."
>
> Amanda gulped. "Well there is a rather respectable temporary service in
> town that could probably help you out. What kind of business do you
> do?"
>
> "Ah..." Ms. Kathleen smiled and then motioned Amanda to join her at the
> fruit cellar door. "You see that is the key. My business is
> specialized, and I do believe that you are the only one in this little
> hick town that could possibly manage to help me with it."
>
> The door opened and the first thing that Amanda saw was that the cellar
> had actually been divided into separate sections. To her left was
> pretty much an identical room as the family room but it was ALL couches
> in a U design, with a wooden post in the middle. To her right was what
> appeared to be a tack room. There were crops and whips and what looked
> to be leather reins and harnesses. As she entered into the cellar a bit
> more, there was a lounge down here as well, back behind where the
> laundry facilities was, complete with a shower. A room that looked like
> a chapel came next with row upon row of candles, none lit and a wooden
> plank table in front of it. What looked like a storage room was the
> last room on the right. It looked to be a carpenter's shop, with wooden
> horses, and an odd looking cross. Ms. Kathleen remained quiet through
> her inspection, but tugged her hand slightly to lead her to the last
> room on the left. As she walked into the room, the heat of the water
> steamed against her face, and she was looking at an indoor pool
> lavishly made with stones and plants, a small waterfall falling at one
> side.
>
> "Well this is all lovely, but I still don't understand." Amanda turned
> to face Ms. Kathleen. "Are you planning to train horses?"
>
> Ms. Kathleen let her head fall back and her laugh echoed into the walls
> of the grotto. She composed herself and led Amanda back through to the
> stairs once more. "You are an innocent little thing aren't you?" She
> continued up the stairs and paused before the hall door to her office.
> "Come with me, Amanda. You may be a bit confused at the moment but all
> will be explained."
>
> As they walked through the door, Amanda spied the man who had served her
> lemonade standing very much at attention with his hands laced behind
> his neck.
>
> "Oh good. Mitchell. Perfect." Ms. Kathleen nodded toward a seat for
> Amanda and sat behind the desk herself. "Mitchell, describe your
> function here."
>
> Mitchell's face was contorting slightly but he managed a large breath
> before speaking. "I am Ms. Kathleen's slave. The head slave of the
> household. I help in training procedures as well as make sure that Ms.
> Kathleen's needs are met." A small amount of color was rising to his
> cheeks as Amanda tried to grasp this information.
>
> "Are ..all.. you..am.." Amanda stopped fluttering her response to this
> until she could think of a proper question to ask. "You are a
> Dominate?" She asked this to Ms. Kathleen, trying to avoid glancing at
> Mitchell.
>
> "Yes! And I can't tell you how pleased I am that you know the word," Ms.
> Kathleen motioned Mitchell closer and with a quick flip of her wrist,
> yanked the zipper down on his trousers. Mitchell cut off a scream and
> immediately whimpered something.
>
> "Louder slave," Ms. Kathleen played with the zipper for a few moments as
> Amanda sat stunned watching.
>
> "Thank you Mistress. It was exquisite torture to serve you in this way.
> Thank you." Mitchell was all but groveling.
>
> Amanda listened to the passion in his voice and smiled. She knew of some
> people that liked this kind of kink. She never ventured to try it, for
> she had always had mixed reactions. One day she may feel dominating,
> the next she may feel small and willing to do anything.
>
> Ms. Kathleen turned her attention from Mitchell to Amanda. She watched
> the emotions range across her face, from disgust, to understanding, to
> yearning. "You will of course understand now why I would need a
> discreet person to work with me. The reports that would need to be done
> would be training reports on the various slaves that come here. The
> correspondence would be of a nature that a 'temporary' service would
> have hissy fits just seeing. I am willing to offer you quite a unique
> package of benefits as well as a substantial salary to come to work for
> me. One minor detail would be that you would have to live here with
> me."
>
> "That one room...," Amanda ventured, only to see Ms. Kathleen's head
> nod.
>
> "Yes. That is for you, if you were to work here." Ms. Kathleen snapped
> her fingers and pointed to the door. Mitchell left quietly, almost
> quivering.
>
> Amanda sat quietly, thinking of the things that she would have to give
> up compared to the things that she would gain. She had gotten to the
> point that she didn't really like her job anymore. Her small apartment
> was no big deal. She really had no social life in town, preferring to
> remain at home with a book or a movie with a bag of popcorn.
>
> Ms. Kathleen had a paper in front of her and turned it around so that
> Amanda could see clearly all that was being offered to her.
>
> A 'substantial' salary? It was triple to what she was earning now.
> Complete medical and dental coverage, including the statement that a
> total physical must be administered by her third month of employment. A
> paid vacation that was required every year. A retirement plan as well
> as stated compensation after several years of employment, changing in
> percentage after a period of time.
>
> Amanda couldn't restrain it. "Wow!"
>
> "Enticing isn't it?" Ms. Kathleen purred almost like a cat. "Of course
> you also have to be bonded and sign before witnesses that what is
> transacted here is treated as utmost private. I have several very
> respectable men that will come here for training and they will not
> appreciate their names appearing on National Inquirer's front page."
>
> A knock from the door gave Amanda another few moments to review the
> situation. Sean entered the room stood next to Ms. Kathleen's desk.
>
> "Your guests have made it home safely, Mistress," His voice had gotten
> softer as the evening had progressed. His eyes were focused on his feet
> but his whole attention was toward the woman seated at the desk.
>
> "Very good, Sean. You've done very well. I'm sure that Lady Olivia will
> be pleased with your performance. Now strip." Ms. Kathleen's words were
> sharp and to the point.
>
> Without hesitation, Sean proceeded to remove his clothes, setting his
> hat on the desk, and then folding each garment following. When he
> finally was naked Ms. Kathleen inspected him and then snapped a finger,
> pointing down. Sean kneeled down beside the desk.
>
> Amanda had watched quietly, noting the calm obedience that Sean had
> completed the task. He had a very nice body and held it well, even as
> he kneeled. Ms. Kathleen rested one of her high heels into his crotch
> and turned to Amanda once more.
>
> "Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you find this distasteful or awkward?"
> Ms. Kathleen was calm, she was neither angry and hateful toward Sean,
> just completely in control.
>
> "I don't think so. I have to get adjusted to this way of thinking, but
> it's not uncomfortable to me." Amanda then nodded. "I think I would
> like to work here, Ma'am."
>
> "Ah.. Ok, first thing, you may call me Ms. Kathleen, not Ma'am. Ma'am
> and Mistress are words of respect which I expect from my slaves, not
> from my office manager." Ms. Kathleen nudged her heel in a bit more
> causing Sean to gasp softly and wiggle a bit in position. "Sean, don't
> move."
>
> "Yes Mistress," Sean stayed still.
>
> "Then here's what we'll do. You may stay tonight and tomorrow, Sean will
> go with you to take care of your apartment. He's mine for another two
> days, so that will be a good break from driving. You can submit your
> resignation from here to that piddly little realtor that you used to
> work for. He was coming on to you tonight, wasn't he?" Ms. Kathleen had
> placed one hand on Sean's hair and was rhythmically stroking her nails
> through the lushness of it.
>
> "Yes Ms. Kathleen, in fact he was." Amanda could imagine the shock and
> surprise that her departure would have on the office.
>
> "Would you care to join me in the grotto before sleep?" Ms. Kathleen was
> grasping Sean's hair now, tugging it slightly with each stroke.
>
> "Is that what you call your pool downstairs?" Amanda smiled softly.
> "It's enticing, Ms. Kathleen, but I think I'd prefer sleep this
> evening."
>
> "Very well." Ms. Kathleen glanced at the clock and stood up from the
> desk, pulling Sean along by the hair so that he crawled next to her
> legs. "It's inspection time for the staff anyways. Since this is your
> first evening here, you may as well get used to routine. It's the one
> thing that I insist on. Keeps the slaves on their toes." She walked to
> the hall door and opened it, placing a firm heel against Sean's ass to
> encourage him along. "Come along dear. This will be your job soon
> enough."
>
> Amanda followed, assuming that Ms. Kathleen had meant inspection of the
> kitchen. Instead, Ms. Kathleen pulled open the door to the room with
> the bunk beds in it. The four men that were helping in the kitchen
> earlier were naked and standing by the bunk beds, their eyes downcast.
> Ms. Kathleen's inspection was to gently slides her nails against each
> slave's skin. Soft words were said to each, "Good job Manuel; Randy,
> the salad dressing was divine; Thomas, do you really think I didn't see
> you loafing?; Christopher, my darling, if you ever show up so
> improperly dressed again, you will not be allowed your privileges
> here." And with that done, Ms. Kathleen snapped her fingers and Amanda
> watched amazed as the men climbed into the severe bunk beds. Three were
> chained to the beds, but the fourth, Thomas, was also placed in a cock
> restraint, tightly.
>
> "And that is an inspection dear. Good night my lovelies." Ms. Kathleen
> walked back to the door, flicking the main switch off. Sean followed
> upon his knees and Amanda came quietly afterward.
>
> "Are all these men your slaves?" Amanda ventured to ask just outside her
> door.
>
> "No darling, just Mitchell. The rest are here for training, either from
> other Mistresses or on their own. Sean here.." Ms. Kathleen grabbed his
> hair and pulled his face up so that his dark brown eyes gazed up at
> Amanda, "is one that came here on his Mistress' advice. I have had him
> for almost two weeks. So the faces change quite often around here. Do
> you need any help with your garments hon?"
>
> "Oh no, I'll be fine," Amanda said with a shy smile. "What time can I
> expect to go to my apartment?"
>
> "OLD apartment dear. Oh around 10 should be a good time." Ms. Kathleen
> nudged Sean towards the basement stairs. "Have pleasantly wicked
> dreams, dear."
>
> With so many thoughts encircling her mind, Amanda softly pulled the
> leather dress from her skin. She still had on the lingerie though and
> there was a lovely silk robe hanging in the closet. Amanda stepped from
> the shoes and set them up side by side before curling on the bed.
>
> She was open minded enough to understand the situation here. Her town
> wouldn't be if they were to know. After a while, Amanda dropped off
> into a light sleep, still hearing the strains of Meredith Brooks.
>
> It was close to 4:00 in the morning when she awoke with the urgent need
> to use the rest room. Fumbling to recall where she was and where the
> lounge was located, she tugged open the door to her room, and came upon
> Mitchell, chained and tied outside Ms. Kathleen's door. Mitchell
> glanced up at her, shrugged and curled back down, but his eyes had
> spied the opening in the robe and the brevity of her undergarments.
> With a quick tug, Amanda pulled the robe around her once more and made
> her way to the lounge, doing the necessities before returning once more
> to her room.
>
> The laughter of the slaves next door woke her about 4 hours later.
> Amanda stretched and yawned, finally realizing she had nothing to wear
> but the robe or the leather dress. Well at least the robe was a kimono
> type and she could tie it tight. She did take off her stockings though,
> setting them on the dresser so that she could make her bed quickly.
>
> She made her way once more to the lounge, noting the absence of Mitchell
> from the door. She splashed her face with cool water feeling the
> humidity in the room indicating showers were taken, but the room itself
> was in perfect order.
>
> Her one failing was that she tended to be cranky in the morning without
> at least one cup of coffee to wake her. She continued down the hall to
> the kitchen area and was surprised at the activity so early in the
> morning.
>
> Ms. Kathleen was seated at the nook and Mitchell and Sean were on the
> floor in front of her. The other four bustled about the kitchen almost
> like clockwork, preparing breakfast and laughing among themselves.
>
> "Oh lovely! Good morning darling!" Ms. Kathleen patted the seat beside
> her. "Come on in. Coffee hon?"
>
> Amanda sat next to Ms. Kathleen, nodding dumbly. "Oh please yes." Ms.
> Kathleen looked pointedly at Sean who immediately walked into the
> kitchen, fetching a large mug of coffee, and pouring a small pitcher of
> warmed milk to it. He came back to Amanda and knelt before her offering
> it up as a precious jewel. His posture was so perfect, his broad
> shoulders thrown back with pride, his chest even with his stomach that
> Amanda didn't need to look down any further. Amanda smiled and
> gratefully lifted the mug to her lips, sighing in bliss as the caffeine
> worked it's magic.
>
> "Oh this is going to be a good day!" Ms. Kathleen stretched and smiled.
> "We are losing two of our staff today, but then again, we don't usually
> have this many." One of the four brought over two plates of crisp
> golden cheese omelettes along with a plate of toast, piled high. Ms.
> Kathleen immediately started into her breakfast, nudging a wedge of
> toast against Mitchell's lips. "I need six hands when it comes to this
> many! Could you handle Sean?"
>
> Amanda watched, and then picked up one of the pieces of toast. She
> teased it against Sean's full lips, watching his reactions, before
> pulling it back. She placed it on the table and drank more coffee.
>
> Ms. Kathleen watched the exchange and laughed. "Feeling a bit Dommish
> this morning, dear?"
>
> Amanda shot Ms. Kathleen a smile and held the toast back out to Sean,
> waiting patiently as he took a bite, chewing it without looking up.
> There was something to be said for having a vital virile man curled at
> your feet. Amanda nudged the toast again and picked up the fork in her
> other hand eyeing the omelette with pleasure before taking a bite. She
> was on her third bite of this concoction when the toast was finished, a
> warm tongue lapped at the fingers of her hand. She glanced to Ms.
> Kathleen, who was thoroughly involved with her own breakfast, and
> picked up another piece of toast, putting it within Sean's reach.
>
> Breakfast continued with a large bowl of fruit being placed on the table
> and Ms. Kathleen offering bits and pieces to Mitchell. Amanda watched
> the example and proffered a grape to Sean, who softly sucked it into
> his mouth, taking her fingertip as well. Amanda startled, feeling his
> teeth against her skin and she felt a warmth through her.
>
> Ms. Kathleen smiled. "He is good isn't he, the little devil. Lady Olivia
> is very lucky to have found him. Such a nice part of her collection.
> He's been such a good boy here."
>
> Amanda nodded, slightly aroused, but picked a bit of melon to chew
> herself. Watching the man before her.
>
> Breakfast ended all too quickly and Ms. Kathleen asked her into her
> office for today's tasks. As Amanda made herself comfortable once more,
> she smiled in the warmth of the sunlight coming through the east facing
> window.
>
> Ms. Kathleen was going over the travel arrangements of the two that were
> leaving and that Mitchell would take them to the airport that was
> located an hour away. "You will take Sean in the Bronco to your
> apartment. We have boxes that we can use. I would suggest storing your
> furniture in a local storage facility. And then you can either reclaim
> it or be rid of it at your leisure. Clothing, personal effects, what
> you feel would be essential to living here. Oh," Ms. Kathleen chuckled.
> "Do you have something to wear? Or did you want to return to your place
> in that yummy outfit your were wearing last night."
>
> Amanda weighed the question carefully and shrugged. "Oh I'll wear the
> outfit."
>
> "Wonderful. Ok then, when you're ready just let me know and we'll get
> you on your way." Ms. Kathleen smiled. "Sometime this afternoon will go
> over the way we do reports here."
>
> A short time later, dressed once more in the leather outfit, Amanda was
> on her way back to her apartment. Sean had driven the Bronco around to
> the front of the house with it's back filled with unfolded boxes.
>
> Amanda was going through her house inventory of what needed to be stored
> and what could be brought along with her. She would give the groceries
> she just purchased to a local food bank as well as what was left in her
> kitchen. There was a store and lock place not too far away, and she
> would dip into her savings again to have professional movers pack up
> the space.
>
> When they reached the apartment, Sean backed the Bronco up and let the
> tail gate hang down. He carried an armful of the unfolded boxes up
> behind Amanda, who was searching for her key. Amanda let him in to her
> apartment and then sent him into the kitchen to get started on the
> packing there.
>
> She went into her room and stripped out of the leather dress, stretching
> as she did. She would throw on a sweat suit for the moment. She dressed
> quickly and caught her hair back into a rubberband before peeking into
> the kitchen to see how Sean was doing.
>
> Sean caught her eyes, and gestured to the refrigerator. "Is that all you
> really eat, Miss Amanda?"
>
> Amanda laughed. "Generally. I'm not fastidious when it comes to eating.
> Make sure that you get the pantry food too." Amanda swept back into the
> living room and grabbed a box. She would start with the smallest room
> first. Bathroom.
>
> As she filled box after box, Sean quietly carried them down to the
> Bronco. After an hour and a half of combined effort, Amanda called for
> a break, smiling at what was achieved already.
>
> "Did you save out that lemonade, by chance?" Amanda asked.
>
> "No, Miss, but I know which box it's in." The kitchen boxes had been set
> aside and there was supposed to be someone coming to fetch them.
>
> "Well grab it quick!" Amanda laughed. "They have plenty from me without
> sparing us a drink."
>
> Two glasses were filled, the ice bucket emptied, and the refrigerator
> turned off to defrost.
>
> Sean sat comfortably next to her in the living room as she went through
> old books and videos. She paused long enough to smile up at him and
> take her glass before she continued.
>
> "Sean, why are you ..." Amanda kept her concentration on her task, but
> her mind was filled with questions.
>
> "A slave?" Sean supplied, and then took a drink of the lemonade. "Would
> it help to tell you that I enjoy more than just following orders?"
>
> "I would like to hear your opinion yes. I am not totally unfamiliar with
> the lifestyle, but I haven't really known someone like you," Amanda
> looked up.
>
> "I like the feeling it gives me when I've done something so well that it
> gives a person pleasure. It's not just about sex, Lady Olivia is not a
> sex fiend. Sex does fall into that though. I crave certain things that
> no one in the 'outside' world would understand." Sean broke off and
> helped to seal another full carton.
>
> "Do you like the pain as well?" Amanda drank some of her lemonade and
> looked deeply at Sean.
>
> "It's hard to describe the feeling..ah.. Ok. When your foot falls
> asleep, and when you try to move it you have tingles and pain, and it's
> half way between hurting and pleasure?" Sean lifted Amanda's foot to
> prove his point, trailing a finger down her arch.
>
> "Yes.." Amanda watched, interested.
>
> "When I am being tugged on, whipped on, slapped on...I get the same sort
> of feeling but intensified, many times over." Sean closed his eyes and
> shivered despite the warmth of the room. "It's very pleasurable to me."
>
>
> The knock on the door broke the mood and surprisingly enough it was both
> the food bank supervisor and the moving company. As the kitchen boxes
> were cleared out by Sean and the food bank supervisor, Amanda chatted
> with the moving company crew, asking that the larger furniture be
> stored away until a decision to be made. Papers were signed and keys
> were passed over. Amanda smiled as they left and Sean returned
> stretching.
>
> "So what's left?" Sean asked. He looked at some of the boxes that she
> had already packed.
>
> "I think we are just about done. Want to get started bringing down the
> last boxes and I'll finish up packing?" Amanda stood up and drank down
> the last of the lemonade.
>
> "Sure thing, Miss Amanda," Sean grinned and hefted a box making his way
> out the door.
>
> Amanda went through each room carefully, only four of them, the
> kitchen/dinette area, the living room, the bedroom and bath. She
> unplugged the phone and took the last box into the bedroom. She had
> managed to get most of her clothes already packed, but now it was more
> of rush to get the last bit done. She was eager to begin the new
> chapter of her life.
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