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> Amanda looked up from her desk. She wore headphones as she typed out the
> reports for Ms. Kathleen and tended to block almost everything out
> around her. Mitchell stood at her open door, his mouth moving. She
> smiled and yanked the headphones off. "Sorry Mitchell, what's up?"
>
> "Miss Amanda, I'm just about ready to pickup the new arrivals. Do you
> have anything on your 'Get it' list?" Mitchell had originally been a
> tad jealous of the time Ms. Kathleen had spent with Amanda, but had
> finally come to realize it was another portion of her life entirely.
> The uneasy friendship had turned into admiration as more worries had
> been released from Ms. Kathleen and she was able to devote more time to
> what she wanted to do.
>
> Amanda flipped through files on her desktop and clicked onto the List.
> This was her list of office supplies that needed to be replenished and
> she printed it out for Mitchell. "Are you going to stop by the Office
> Supplies store then?"
>
> Mitchell looked the list over carefully. Miss Amanda was so precise with
> her needs, putting down exact model numbers of ink cartridges or
> poundage markings of paper, he always had no problem filling her order.
> "Yes, on the way to the airport. We will be coming straight back. It
> appears Ms. Kathleen has an interesting slave to train this time."
>
> Amanda nodded. "I read the report on him. I can't imagine why Ms.
> Kathleen agreed to train him."
>
> "Oh before I forget. This time of year we need to have emergency
> continuances signed at the airport. They should be in the 'contracts'
> folder." Mitchell pointed to a file on the desktop and added. "Print
> out three of them."
>
> Amanda nodded and printed the required papers, grabbing the first one to
> read as the other two printed. Basically it was 'in case of weather
> situations, your temporary contract with Ms. Kathleen may be extended'.
> Amanda thought this was good foresight of Ms. Kathleen and handed it
> back to Mitchell.
>
> "It's been quiet for the last two weeks. This is the longest time we've
> been without guests." Amanda pushed back from the computer and
> stretched.
>
> Mitchell smiled. "It's the time of the year too. Holidays are 'spent
> with family' rather than spent in training."
>
> Amanda grinned. "But I liked Thanksgiving here! I never knew you could
> be trussed up better than the turkey!"
>
> Mitchell laughed. "You wicked girl, Miss Amanda. But it was nice, just
> the three of us."
>
> Amanda had been working for Ms. Kathleen for three months now and
> reveling in the experience. It wasn't selling houses to happy families,
> but between Ms. Kathleen and Mitchell it was a very pleasant job. Her
> main focus was ALL the computer work, whether it be financial,
> correspondence or report. And she did her job well. Ms. Kathleen had a
> backlog of work that gave her the basics of what she needed to do. A
> month of continual working got everything current and now she just did
> her daily input and anything else Ms. Kathleen needed, and the rest of
> the time was hers.
>
> She had taken to jogging in the back field of the house, cleared of the
> ruined crop of wheat that had been neglected for years. She felt better
> than she had felt in a long time. After some major introspection she
> decided it was because she felt as if she were part of a family again.
> Nothing was done to discourage that feeling and it blossomed.
>
> The 'guests', as Amanda preferred to call the training slaves, had come
> and gone. The shortest time one was there was for a weekend, the
> longest a month. Their names were merely files on the computer,
> although most were very good looking. They had been introduced to 'Miss
> Amanda' and had been very respectful of her, her work, and her privacy
> for the extension of their stay.
>
> As the threat of snow became more prevalent, the guests came in fewer
> and fewer numbers until two weeks ago, just before Thanksgiving, there
> were none. Ms. Kathleen had needed the time off as well and had rested
> comfortably, teasing Mitchell and Amanda about how turkey should be
> stuffed and cooked. She had trussed Mitchell up with ropes to show
> Amanda how the turkey should be done amidst laughter and gaiety.
>
> Mitchell waved on his way out and Amanda turned back to her work once
> more. Curiosity overcame her and she clicked open the pre interview of
> the one guest on his way.
>
> Gregory (no last names were used anywhere in their files, which provided
> security for the guests as well as security for Ms. Kathleen) was a
> player. He thought it would be 'fun' to be submissive to a woman.
> Because of his wealth and connections, he had been able to contact Ms.
> Kathleen directly, rather than through a Domme's introduction. The
> three people that Ms. Kathleen had contacted about him had warned her
> not to accept him as a guest, but that only made Ms. Kathleen more
> excited at the prospect of breaking Gregory.
>
> Amanda clicked the file closed. She shrugged herself out of her chair
> and looked around her room. With the homey touches that she had added
> from her old apartment it definitely was hers now. She walked across
> the hall and tapped on the den's door.
>
> "Come in." Ms. Kathleen always had sort of a musical quality to her
> voice. Amanda smiled and pushed the door open.
>
> "Mitchell is on his way to the airport, Ms. Kathleen. Would you care for
> some tea?" Amanda peeked in. Ms. Kathleen was working at her computer
> as well.
>
> "Only if you're fixing it for yourself as well, dear." Ms. Kathleen
> looked up at Amanda and smiled. She was so proud of the esteem that had
> grown in this girl. Ms. Kathleen knew that Amanda had Domme tendencies,
> but they had only surfaced once in a while. She would love to see
> Amanda let it all out.
>
> Amanda grinned and walked away from the door, leaving it open. Ms.
> Kathleen heard her in the kitchen, pottering around with the teapot and
> water.
>
> A short time later, Amanda returned with a tea service and she set it on
> the edge of the desk. "Would you mind very much if I was to have my tea
> with you? The dailies are caught up and you haven't given me anything
> urgent," Amanda smiled before sitting down.
>
> "Of course hon, no problem, sit!" Ms. Kathleen pointed to a chair and
> then served herself a cup of tea from the steaming china. "How's
> everything going?"
>
> "Really well, Ms. Kathleen," Amanda fixed her own cup and sat back into
> the chair. "I think that break was good for everyone. We have received
> fifteen requests for the beginning of the year. We can't fit them all
> in January, so that will spill to the next month, and more are coming
> in all the time."
>
> "Busy, busy, busy," Ms. Kathleen laughed but then stopped. "I'm going to
> be swamped!"
>
> "Do you want me to refuse some?" Amanda asked awkwardly.
>
> "God no, dear," Ms. Kathleen shook her head. "We have the room for four.
> We may have to drop the visits to a week only. In the springtime, we'll
> have to think about building some more space."
>
> Through the financial work that she did on the computer, Amanda knew
> that Ms. Kathleen charged for her services as a Professional Domme, and
> had some money invested elsewhere as well. She was considerably well
> off herself, having virtually no expenses and sending her paycheck
> directly to her savings account.
>
> "Oh Hmm! We have to get you into town before the snow flies. I think I
> made an appointment for you on the 15th, tomorrow!" Ms. Kathleen looked
> at Amanda as if expecting confirmation. Amanda was lost though.
>
> "An appointment for?" Amanda asked, drinking her tea.
>
> "Three months darling. You need to get the physical done. Part of the
> agreement you signed." Ms. Kathleen smiled hoping to prod Amanda's
> memory.
>
> "Oh! Right!" Amanda blushed slightly for having let it slip her mind and
> then grimaced. She avoided doctors and dentists as most people do, not
> liking the feeling of having them play roughshod over her emotions.
>
> "You'll like this doctor, hon," Ms. Kathleen chuckled softly into her
> tea cup. "I'm making up the food storage list for the next two months.
> Mitchell will be going to that wholesale place while you're at the
> Doctor's. Can you think of anything special that you would like to
> have?"
>
> "Just that hot apple cider stuff that you've always managed to have. I
> do enjoy it in the cool evenings, Ms. Kathleen." Amanda sipped her tea
> again.
>
> "Well it's a staple in the house now." Ms. Kathleen laughed. "It is good
> stuff. But I like to add a little bit of cinnamon to it."
>
> Amanda finished her tea and set the cup down. "Do you have anything else
> for me, Ms. Kathleen? I think while Mitchell's gone I'm going to take
> advantage of your grotto."
>
> "Nope, not a thing. If I get this list done, I may join you. Go and
> enjoy yourself dear." Ms. Kathleen sipped her tea and looked back at
> the computer.
>
> Amanda had used the grotto only frequently within the last few months,
> but had enjoyed each time. She rushed to her room and shrugged out of
> the clothes she had worn for the morning, setting them upon her bed
> before picking up the kimono that Ms. Kathleen had given to her to keep
> and making her way downstairs.
>
> House rule. No swimsuits in the grotto area. So Amanda had planned her
> excursions down here while either she was alone in the house, or
> Mitchell was ferrying the guests back and forth to the airport. It was
> so relaxing to just float. She paused in the 'entertainment' room and
> put on a couple of CDs she liked and that wouldn't be disturbing to Ms.
> Kathleen and then made her way to the grotto.
>
> The steam curled around her as she entered, making her cool skin flush.
> She dropped her robe at the rocks and jumped in, shivering for a few
> seconds and then feeling the heat of the water warm her all over.
>
> Amanda took a quick glance at the door. She loved her time in the
> grotto, it was so relaxing, but she valued her privacy. She had become
> restless recently because the sexual tension had finally affected her.
> One of the other rules of Ms. Kathleen was no outright sex with the
> guests. And it wasn't a specific person that she wanted to spend time
> with. Just the over all feeling of intense pleasure being given and
> received but not including her. She had found one relief for her
> problem and as she darted her eyes to the door once more, she floated
> her way to the small waterfall.
>
> As she listened to her music playing through the speakers, she angled
> her legs and felt the pounding pressure of water hitting against her as
> she lay back into the water. She hooked one leg over a rock and
> anchored herself as wave after wave of pleasure wound through her. Her
> eyes closed blissfully and she whimpered little sighs of relief.
>
> Ms. Kathleen watched from the door discreetly not entering to disturb a
> spectacular sight. She had put aside the list to finish later, thinking
> the grotto a fine idea to release the tension she felt. She had no idea
> that Amanda released her pent up passion in this particular way, but as
> she watched the girl twisting and turning under the pounding waterfall,
> she could easily understand why she liked her time alone here.
>
> Ms. Kathleen backed away, smiling and went back upstairs, rubbing her
> chin thoughtfully. There were certain advantages of knowing a pleasure
> spot. Eventually she would entertain Amanda in those ways, but for now,
> she would enjoy a shower and let Amanda enjoy.
>
> Some time later, Amanda, dressed appropriately once more but with a warm
> glow to her, returned to Ms. Kathleen's den.
>
> "How was the grotto dear?" Ms. Kathleen asked politely.
>
> "It was lovely..so nice and warm," Amanda hid the small blush by bending
> her head down to look at the grocery's list. "I was thinking you may
> want to add a few things to your list, such as apples and cans of
> pumpkins. I'm not a very good cook, but I can make pies for the
> holidays."
>
> "Oh that sounds good," Ms. Kathleen quickly typed those in and then
> smiled at Amanda. "We have three new guests coming in today. One may be
> with us over the holidays. The other two, well we'll see."
>
> "Shouldn't they be here by now?" Amanda glanced at the clock.
>
> "Actually, I was thinking the same thing," Ms. Kathleen smoothed the
> suede skirt she wore and rose from her desk. "Mitchell has done this
> drive for some time and usually has it down to a science. Perhaps some
> unforeseen delay. Have you had lunch?"
>
> As they ate a meager lunch together of salad, crackers and cheese, Ms.
> Kathleen kept one eye on the clock and spoke of sending out gift
> baskets to some of her more regular clients, not the guests, but the
> Dom/Dommes who had referred them.
>
> "That may be a nice touch," Amanda forked another leaf of lettuce into
> her mouth. "A simple basket though, nothing too overdone. I received
> one from my college counselor after graduation and I swore if I saw one
> more dinky round of Gouda, I would scream."
>
> Amanda collected their lunch things and was just finishing putting
> things away when the front door opened.
>
> Ms. Kathleen rose quietly, and pressed a finger to her lips and went
> down the hallway to her den door.
>
> Meanwhile, Amanda could hear Mitchell instructing the new guests about
> their conduct and respect for the remainder of their visit. Two voices
> that responded were low in tone agreeing to each request, but a rather
> shrill tone was questioning each new rule that was imposed. Amanda
> clung to the kitchen counter, unwilling to try to dart to her own room
> when Mitchell walked in, his lips tight, his brow furrowed.
>
> "Miss Amanda..umm," Mitchell started.
>
> Amanda touched her fingers to his lips, nodding in complete
> understanding and compassion. Whoever was out there was giving hell to
> her friend. She decided to give him some relief and strode out to the
> living room herself.
>
> Two men stood by the door, quietly waiting with their one permitted bag
> in hand. Their demeanor was that as Amanda had seen before. Fearful of
> what lay in front of their visit here, but excited as well. The third
> on the other hand, sat sprawled on the couch in the sunken part of the
> living room, as if he were bored, several pieces of luggage to his
> side. Ah, an attitude this one had. She walked up to the two at the
> door first, asking for the copies of contracts, invitations, and the
> continuation agreements. When she turned to the one on the couch, his
> eyes were way too revealing, and Amanda felt like she was being
> undressed under his gaze. She wasn't pleased, she was far from
> flattered, she was pissed. She snapped at him for the same things, and
> was only given the continuation agreement, unsigned.
>
> "This needs to be signed now, or you may consider your visit here
> terminated," Amanda said quietly. She was fuming. She knew that she had
> exceeded her normal limitations, she had no right to terminate a visit,
> but damn, he was pulling her anger out.
>
> "Sure honey, got a pen?" His shrill voice came out again.
>
> "YOU may refer to her as Miss Amanda, Gregory," Ms. Kathleen had stepped
> out of her den.
>
> "Well excuuuuse me, Miss Amanda. Got a pen, doll?" His attitude dripped
> of sarcasm and Amanda held back throwing the pen at him.
>
> "I will take Gregory first, Amanda. Please show Thomas and Henry the
> bunk room and have them relax until I call them." Ms. Kathleen walked
> back into her den followed by a resolutely egotistical Gregory.
>
> Amanda felt her jaw drop as the den door shut, and quickly snapped it
> back in place and fixed a smile on her face before turning to the other
> two men.
>
> "As you've gathered, I'm Miss Amanda. You won't be seeing too much of me
> during your time here, as I am more into dominating office duties than
> slaves." She watched the two men visibly relaxed and smiled back at
> her.
>
> "I'm Tom and this is Hank. I've been here before, helping getting the
> house renovated but this is Hank's first visit." The sandy brown haired
> man with deep brown eyes had a southern twang to his words.
>
> "Oh good. Then let me show you where you'll be resting while you're
> here." Amanda led them down the hallway, pausing at the lounge and
> reminding them it was to be kept spotless at all times. She led them
> into the bunk room and reminding them of jet lag and that their actual
> service wouldn't begin until the next day. She made sure both were
> comfortable and then made her way to her own room.
>
> As she sat down at her desk, she noticed that she was still clutching
> the paperwork so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. She
> released them and set about updating the files, anything to get her
> mind off of Gregory and his attitude. Mitchell slipped into her room
> while she typed furiously. She kept her door open for this purpose.
> This time though, he sat on her huge overstuffed chair and was silent.
> Amanda finally stopped typing, rested her hands in her lap and turned
> toward him, resting her feet on the edge of the chair.
>
> "Speak." Amanda said. She knew it must have been really bad, because
> normally Mitchell just gave first impression and then sauntered away.
>
> "He wouldn't sign it at the airport. He practically ignored me when I
> spoke with him. He was too busy trying to get a porter to get his bags
> for him. It's STATED in the instructions that they are only to bring
> one carry on. Miss Amanda, he had four bags. He wouldn't carry them
> himself." Mitchell let the rush out. He was as totally shocked as she
> was. "Then! He demanded that we stop for lunch. I finally relented at
> that rest stop on the side of the highway, you know where the picnic
> tables and rest rooms are? They had a roach coach parked there and he
> bitched and complained about everything." Mitchell drew in a deep
> breath and then let it out in a shuddering sigh.
>
> Amanda placed her hand on his. "What about the other two?"
>
> "Thomas has been here before. He's a building contractor that helped
> with the house originally. He's owned by a Master from around the San
> Francisco area. Henry though is so totally confused about now. Damn
> Gregory. Henry is probably scared shitless." Mitchell looked up and
> realized that he had used language. "Uh.. sorry Miss Amanda."
>
> "It's ok Mitchell. Thank you for the report. I'll add it to the files.
> It explains why you were late as well." Amanda twirled her chair back
> to the computer and started typing furiously again.
>
> Mitchell stood up and leaned over to her ear, chuckling. "Bet you a
> chocolate chip mint ice- cream cone that he doesn't make it past the
> third day."
>
> Amanda laughed. Chocolate chip mint was her downfall and was only
> indulged once in awhile. "You're on!"
>
> They both heard the den door slam and they jumped, looking at each
> other.
>
> "You've got to be KIDDING!" Came Gregory's voice from next door.
> Mitchell rolled his eyes and went to see what the problem was.
>
> The rest of the afternoon seemed to be placid enough. The other two
> guests went in for their interviews and came out with training collars
> on. Mitchell popped back in later and whispered that Gregory had
> assumed that he would have his own room. Amanda had just shaken her
> head with a smile and shooed him out. Evening came and Amanda shut down
> her computer. She curled up with a novel until dinner time.
>
> Amanda started to feel a bit drowsy, but the acrid smell of cigarette
> smoke and then the shrilling sound of the smoke alarm woke her quickly.
> She darted down the hallway just as Ms. Kathleen opened her door and
> Mitchell flew from the kitchen. They opened the bunk room door to find
> Thomas and Henry together on one bunk, looking disgusted and Gregory
> smoking a cigarette casually on the other lower bunk.
>
> "GREGORY! PUT THAT OUT THIS INSTANT" Ms. Kathleen thundered into the
> room and slapped Gregory's cheek. "HOW DARE YOU POLLUTE MY HOUSE WITH
> THAT STENCH? It's HIGH TIME you realized WHY you are here. MITCHELL,
> remove these cases, NOW! GREGORY won't be needing ANYTHING for his
> visit. GREGORY, STRIP." Ms. Kathleen crossed her arms and stood there
> tapping her foot, watching. Amanda watched as the two other slaves
> seemed to cringe together. Gregory stood up and as if he was stripping
> for Chippendales put on quite a show for Ms. Kathleen. She however was
> not affected and stormed out of the room with the clothes, slamming the
> door at her den once more.
>
> "So I'll assume this is a nonsmoking dungeon," Gregory lay back down on
> the bunk and crossed him hands behind his neck.
>
> Amanda shook her head and ventured into the kitchen. Mitchell had
> already returned from disposing of the bags and was once again stirring
> a huge pot of soup. He glanced up at her and just shook his head.
>
> "Knew that was going to happen," Mitchell carved slices of cheese and
> apples and placed them nicely on a tray with a vine of grapes and a
> variety of crackers. He quickly made the table with bowls and the tray.
>
>
> "Smells wonderful, Mitchell" Amanda said appreciatively.
>
> Mitchell's smile returned. "This is my favorite kind of soup to make.
> The manufacturer says a chicken noodle. I call it chicken stew."
>
> "Shall I go let Ms. Kathleen know you're just about ready?" Amanda snuck
> a grape from the platter.
>
> "Sure Miss Amanda, thanks," Mitchell turned off the heat from the
> steaming soup and was gathering pot holders to dump it into a tureen.
>
> Amanda went to the den and knocked quietly.
>
> "Come," Ms. Kathleen's sharp reply came.
>
> Amanda opened the door and chanced a smile. "Mitchell has dinner
> prepared, Ms. Kathleen."
>
> Ms. Kathleen sighed and then smiled in return. "Good to hear. I think
> what we ALL need is a bit of food and a good night's sleep before
> facing tomorrow." Ms. Kathleen rose from her desk, shutting down her
> computer.
>
> "What are your plans for these guests?" Amanda queried.
>
> "Some hard manual labor to begin with, and then we'll see," Ms. Kathleen
> had a twinkle in her eyes, mischief lurking there.
>
> Somehow, Amanda knew there was a bit more to it than that.
>
> Dinner was mostly quiet, interrupted only by dissatisfied sounds from
> the naked Gregory. Amanda felt mildly pleased that he had calmed down
> somewhat, but she felt it wouldn't last for long.
>
> After dinner, Ms. Kathleen ordered the guests to bed, and then demanded
> Mitchell to join her in the grotto after he had finished cleaning up
> the kitchen. She smiled to Amanda and walked purposefully down to the
> bunk room before continuing on to her own room.
>
> Amanda lingered at the table, nibbling on a bit of cheese. She then
> realized what Ms. Kathleen had said. Manual labor. It was about 40
> degrees outside, tops, during the daytime. She let loose a laugh and
> Mitchell turned around, his arms covered in suds.
>
> "He's going to freeze his ass off," Amanda popped the last bit of cheese
> in her mouth, kissed Mitchell's cheek gaily and made her way to her
> room.
>
> Several hours of sleep passed when she was awakened but a soft tapping
> at her door. She drew the kimono around her and pulled open the door
> just a bit to see Henry standing there naked.
>
> "Miss Amanda, I don't know if I should bother you about this..." He
> lowered his eyes and paused.
>
> "Why Henry! Where's your clothes?" Amanda had a feeling she knew where
> they were, but wanted confirmation.
>
> "That Gregory said that we should share since he didn't have any. I
> don't think I should have since he was ordered by the Mistress to
> strip, but he made it so convincing." Henry kept his eyes down.
>
> Amanda could imagine Gregory's forceful personality demanding the
> clothes from the other guests' backs. She felt her anger drawing tight
> again. "Thank you Henry, I'll take care of it. For now, go on back to
> bed. You'll need your rest."
>
> Amanda shut her door and sat down in her chair. Gregory would have to be
> taught a lesson. But what could she do? She had watched the training
> from time to time, but had never participated. A slow smile spread
> across her face. He wanted a private room, hmm? She rifled through one
> of her dresser's drawers and came up with a silk scarf. This would
> work. Her mind quickly went over details and she rushed out the door
> towards the bunk room.
>
> A sound came from the kitchen of cupboards being opened and shut. A mild
> curse in Gregory's voice drew Amanda's attention and she crept down to
> the kitchen area to look.
>
> "Where the hell is the liquor? I didn't pay good money to drink carrot
> crap," Gregory muttered, wearing Henry's clothes and totally unaware
> that Amanda was watching him from behind.
>
> Amanda gathered all her strength into her voice and said deeply, "KNEEL,
> NOW!"
>
> Gregory dropped to his knees. "Oh crap, I'm sorry. Shit I was just
> thirsty. Damn airplane trips do it all the time."
>
> Amanda growled and stepped forward. "QUIET!" She fastened the blindfold
> tightly over his eyes and grabbed Mitchell's apron, improvising fast.
> "STAND, HANDS TOGETHER IN FRONT OF YOU." Gregory actually complied. She
> put the apron on him backwards and used the ties to tie his hands
> together. Without another word, she led him out of the kitchen, turning
> off the light and then made her made down the hall, pausing at Ms.
> Kathleen's door and then flicking the light switch to the basement.
>
> Carefully she turned and helped him down each step until at the bottom
> he started to struggle. "STOP GREGORY. YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF,"
> Amanda didn't recognize her own voice and the power behind it.
> Surprisingly, he stopped and followed her lead on the ties into the
> dungeon area.
>
> Amanda drew him into the area with the post, but then compassion
> overcame her and she took him down to the room with the candles,
> untying the apron and then putting him face down on the padded bench
> there before making sure the binders were tightened on his wrists and
> ankles. She went down to the tack room and found a leather blindfold
> before eyeing the crops. Gregory would have to be punished for taking
> Henry's clothes. She grabbed one blindly and went back to the candle
> room.
>
> Amanda untied her silk scarf and placed the blindfold on Gregory making
> sure that he didn't catch a glimpse of her. She breathed in deeply and
> spoke once more, "Who's clothes are these?"
>
> Gregory whimpered slightly and shifted a bit on the bench. No answer
> though.
>
> "These aren't yours are they?" Amanda continued and eyed the candles as
> well. She lit one, inhaling the spicy vanilla musk that Ms. Kathleen
> preferred. She waited for an answer and then a soft whisper came.
>
> "No, Mistress," Gregory was barely heard his voice had become so soft.
>
> Amanda caught her breath. He didn't know it was her. A smile played
> across her lips, so much the better. Rapid fire her arm struck the crop
> down five, ten times against his buttocks and thighs. Groans and cries
> of pain came from Gregory but then a blubbering apology.
>
> "Please Mistress, I'm sorry, really, please no more," Gregory paused and
> then sighed deeply.
>
> 'He thinks I'm done..' Amanda thought to herself. With one of the knives
> Ms. Kathleen had on the shelf, Amanda cut the top from Gregory's back,
> letting the fabric fall to his sides. She would have to get Henry a new
> shirt, but it was necessary. With deliberate slowness, making sure that
> she could face up to what she planned, her hands grasped the tall
> candle with the melted wax gathered into the glass container.
>
> The combination of screams coming from Gregory as the wax was poured
> against his back sent a fire through Amanda, tickling at her passion in
> a way she never thought. With a flourish, she wrote a signature in wax
> before blowing out the wick and setting it back on the shelf.
>
> Gregory was panting wildly, moaning. Amanda nodded to herself with an
> evil chuckle. She fetched a small pillow and stuck it under his head,
> admiring the "Miss A" in white wax glistening on his back. She then
> backed away and made her way upstairs.
>
> It wasn't until she went to shut off the basement light that she
> realized she still gripped the crop in her hand. She smiled, flicked
> the switch, and brought the crop into her room, setting it on the
> chair. She could return it in the morning when she released the
> arrogant little bastard.
>
> *~*
>
> Morning came and Amanda did not wake. For some odd reason she had
> forgotten to set her alarm clock and didn't wake until Mitchell knocked
> loudly at her door, shouting through, "Miss Amanda!! You're going to be
> late for your appointment."
>
> "Oh shit!" Amanda bounded out of bed, tearing off her nightclothes and
> tossing them randomly across the room, effectively covering the crop
> from her view. She pulled on a warm outfit and ran a quick brush
> through her hair. She pulled open her door and made her way quickly
> down to the kitchen. It was still early and the sun had not risen yet.
> Mitchell thrust a glass of juice at her, grinning.
>
> "Miss Amanda, didn't you know your appointment was the 8:30 one?"
> Mitchell hurried her to the door and she paused grabbing her huge
> winter coat and purse, thinking she had forgotten something. She shook
> her head and ran out to the Bronco.
>
> Mitchell drove competently through the town, heading toward the city
> where the Doctor's office and the huge wholesale food warehouse was. He
> talked sporadically, noting the lack of snow, yet the forecast was for
> any day now, and wasn't it getting cold outside? He talked about the
> food on the list and several new recipes he wanted to try out. Amanda
> drank the juice but still tried to recall what she had forgotten.
> Mitchell took a breath and then said, "So how do you think Gregory will
> work out?"
>
> "OH SHIT. STOP THE CAR!" Amanda looked rapidly on the horizon for a
> phone and then grabbed Mitchell's arm. "NO NO, KEEP GOING, WE HAVE TO
> FIND A PHONE!"
>
> Mitchell looked at her oddly. "But Miss Amanda, you'll be late for your
> appointment!"
>
> Amanda gulped deeply. "FIND one Mitchell. Shit shit shit!"
>
> Mitchell pulled up to a Denny's restaurant, pointing to the blue phone
> sign and stopped in front of the doors. "Hurry, Miss Amanda."
>
> Amanda flew through the restaurant, pausing at the front desk and asking
> breathlessly about the phone. It was located next to the kitchen and
> restrooms and Amanda shuffled through her purse for change.
>
> The phone rang three times before a very drowsy Ms. Kathleen answered.
> "Yes?"
>
> Two giggling teenagers made their way down the hall to the restrooms,
> and Amanda lowered her voice. "Kathleen, the item you are missing is
> downstairs."
>
> "Huh? Who is this?" Ms. Kathleen sat up in her bed.
>
> The hallway cleared once more. Amanda sighed and spoke rapidly. "Gregory
> is tied up in the basement, Ms. Kathleen."
>
> "Amanda? Is that you? You are supposed to be at the.. Gregory? What?"
> Ms. Kathleen flipped the comforter off and nudged her feet into her
> slippers.
>
> "Gregory is tied up in the basement, and yes, I'm on the way to the
> Doctor. I forgot about him!" Amanda bit her lower lip, hoping Ms.
> Kathleen was awake enough to understand.
>
> "Gregory is tied up in the..," Ms. Kathleen let loose a hearty laugh.
> "Thank you dear, it will be taken care of. Now get to your
> appointment!"
>
> "I'm so sorry, Ms. Kathleen!" Amanda hung up the phone and ran back out
> to the Bronco.
>
> She climbed in the car and remained quiet, feeling Mitchell's glances at
> her.
>
> "Just don't ask right now, ok?" Amanda watched the rural countryside
> become more congested, and then Mitchell pulled up in front of a large
> building.
>
> "This is it Miss Amanda. Just go into the receptionist and give your
> name." Mitchell pulled up to the doors and stopped. "I'll be back most
> likely before you're done."
>
> "Thank you Mitchell," Amanda got out and waved. She turned around and
> went into the Medical Plaza and paused before a receptionist's desk.
> "My name is Amanda .... . I have a doctor's appointment at 8:30."
>
> "Yes Ma'am. If you could fill out these health history forms. I see you
> are under someone else's insurance coverage, so I don't need those
> filled out, and we'll be right with you." The cheery voice was way too
> cheery in a morning without coffee, but Amanda trudged away and started
> to fill out forms.
>
> Unlike other appointments she had had, at 8:30 on the button a nurse
> came out and called her name. She was led into a small examination room
> and the nurse asked her to take her clothes off and put a robe on. As
> Amanda started to ask who the doctor was coming to see her, the nurse
> had already slipped out.
>
> The door opened once more and Amanda tore her eyes away from the article
> she was reading in a magazine to gasp loudly. "SEAN!" And it was Sean,
> now dressed in a suit with a doctor's coat and stethoscope hanging
> around his neck. His eyes brightened and his full lips curled into a
> smile.
>
> Sean laughed and shut the door. "That's Dr. Campbell, Miss Amanda."
>
> "You're a Doctor?" Amanda was totally confused. "But I thought..."
>
> "That's only one part of my life, Amanda," Sean was softly guiding her
> back against the examination table with his strong hands. "This is my
> professional side."
>
> Unlike other examinations she had had before, Sean's hands were warm
> against her skin as he clinically inspected her breasts and then
> palpitated her abdomen, pushing softly into her here and there.
>
> "Are you embarrassed?" Sean asked quietly as he picked up the medical
> history she had filled out.
>
> "Not really, just surprised." Amanda let her body relax a bit more,
> watching his manner as he read through the questions.
>
> Sean asked her a few questions on the history, and made note of her
> responses. He asked her about daily routine, nodding with satisfaction
> when she told him of her jogging and diet. He reminded her that with a
> sedentary job, she needed to get up often and stretch or walk around.
>
> Amanda was pleased with his manner and the thorough professionalism that
> he displayed. She realized what would be coming next and adjusted
> herself, grimacing. Sean pulled on a rubber glove and looked at her,
> smiling.
>
> "Would it help to tell you I've done this before?" Sean's eyes twinkled
> in amusement as he squirted a bit of lubrication gel into his palm.
>
> "Hell no." Amanda laughed nervously and moved down the table a bit more,
> opening her legs slowly.
>
> "Hmm. I have a way to make it easier. If I may...?" Sean had noted her
> discomfort and was willing to break one of his own rules to help her
> out.
>
> "Anything," Amanda sighed in frustration.
>
> Sean gently drew her legs out of the stirrups and massaged them with his
> ungloved hand. As she slowly started to relax, he let his other hand
> find her clit and nudged at the nub with his thumb. Amanda reacted with
> a sharp intake of air and then a passionate moan. Her legs opened wide
> in response, urging the fingers to play more. Sean smiled, knowing that
> a great deal of women would find Doctor appointments easier if he could
> only publish his findings in medical journals.
>
> Amanda twisted and turned, feeling his gentle ministrations to her clit
> and then felt his fingers slide up into her vagina, doing the normal
> examination with less tension then she had ever felt before. Sean
> looked up at Amanda, her eyes closed in pleasure, soft whimpering moans
> from her mouth and he didn't want to stop pleasuring her. His
> examination had found nothing out of the ordinary, so he allowed
> himself a few extra minutes of sliding his fingers deeply into her and
> then out again, feeling her arch against the table with each thrust.
> Amanda reached out and grabbed the back of his head, clenching his hair
> sharply as a cry of pleasure rose unbidden to her lips.
>
> Sean smiled softly and gently toweled off her vagina from the excess
> fluid that had flowed against his fingers. "Passionate little thing,
> aren't you?"
>
> Amanda blushed deeply. "No no, it's just been umm awhile since I've
> had.." She stopped, remembering that this was a Doctor and continued.
> "I haven't had intercourse in awhile."
>
> "How long?" Sean snapped the glove from his hand, depositing it neatly
> in a hidden waste bin.
>
> "Four years." Amanda thought that saying it would make it seem trivial,
> but it wasn't. It spoke of long nights filled with loneliness.
>
> "Why so long?" Sean had picked up her chart again and was writing his
> findings of the examination. He kept his eyes on the chart, hoping that
> she would continue.
>
> "It wasn't what I expected it to be, and I wasn't too eager to find bed
> mate after bed mate to find what I was looking for." Amanda really
> didn't expect herself to be so open, but Sean had shared with her. "The
> man that took my virginity said that I was frigid. It kind of stuck
> with me."
>
> Sean chuckled warmly and then stopped when he saw the pain in Amanda's
> face. "Amanda. Amanda, you are FAR from being frigid. You are a warm
> and passionate creature that if you were given the time to be aroused
> would make most men drool."
>
> Amanda had tears in her eyes at Sean's soft words. "I'm not?"
>
> "No Amanda, you aren't." Sean stood up. "Now, back to this." He pointed
> to the chart. "You are healthy enough. Ms. Kathleen has indicated that
> she would like to put you on contraceptive. Is this agreeable with
> you?"
>
> "Oh yes, of course," Amanda was confused, but didn't find anything wrong
> with it. "Do I have to take pills?"
>
> "Nope." Sean had pulled out a vial and a syringe. "One shot of this
> should last you the first time for six months. The subsequent shots
> will last you three." He drew the liquid carefully through the syringe
> and then looked at her. "With it being winter, I would also like to see
> you take a bit more Vitamin A and D and that would be fine in a regular
> pill form." He stuck the needle into her arm, making her wince. "And
> with that, we are done. I have a handout about possible side effects
> with this shot. If anything unpleasant occurs, contact the office
> immediately and I'll fit you in. In the meantime, if you'll go ahead
> and get dressed, I'll tell the receptionist to make your next
> appointment in 6 months." Sean stood up and then paused, bending over
> to kiss her cheek and whisper softly, "Nice to see you again, Miss
> Amanda." He slipped out with the chart and Amanda shook her head.
>
> 'Well, Ms. Kathleen said that I would like this Doctor,' Amanda thought
> to herself with a smile. She got dressed once more, slinging her winter
> coat over her arm and then went back out to the receptionist.
>
> "Six months would make it June.." The receptionist went into specific
> dates and Amanda nodded quietly, eyeing the parking lot for the Bronco.
> She tucked the appointment reminder in her purse and made her way to
> the door, tossing on her coat. There was a definite chill to the air
> today, in contrast to 'Dr. Campbell's' warm office.
>
> There was a small gift shop next door to Medical Plaza and Amanda went
> in to browse while waiting for Mitchell. She had handmade presents for
> the holidays for Ms. Kathleen and Mitchell but she wanted to find a
> couple more things as well. She had a couple things in mind, but they
> wouldn't be found here. She decided to prevail upon Mitchell to stop by
> a couple places before they went home.
>
> Mitchell pulled up just as she exited the gift shop and rather than
> parking, pulled up to the curb to let her in. "Hi Miss Amanda. How did
> it go?" Mitchell had a grin on his face.
>
> "You KNEW!" Amanda laughed and hit Mitchell's arm playfully. "Brat! Hey
> listen, can I ask you a couple of favors?"
>
> "It depends." Mitchell wiggled his eyebrows. "What's up?"
>
> "Where would one find a shop that would have Ms. Kathleen type toys at?"
> Amanda smiled.
>
> "Oh, ho ho ho...Okay, I won't tell. Let's see, there's a tack shop she
> likes across town and an exotic shop down the ways a bit. Do you know
> what you are looking for, Miss Amanda?" Mitchell pulled out of the
> Medical Plaza and started down the street.
>
> "Not really, Mitchell. Can we stop at both places if I promise to be
> quick?"Amanda grinned. It had been a long time since she had ventured
> into an Adult store.
>
> "Sure thing. No need to worry about time. The groceries are done and
> it's cold enough outside to keep 'em until we get back, Miss Amanda,"
> Mitchell drove down the street and then cut into an alley way. "This
> shop is open 24 hours. It's a lot nicer in the daytime though. Men with
> only one hand come in at night." Mitchell shot a quick grin at Amanda
> which started her laughing. "Do you want me to come in too, Miss
> Amanda?"
>
> "No. I'll be fine. Besides you can't peek at presents!!" Amanda laughed
> and got out of the Bronco, tightening her coat around her once more and
> cursing herself for forgetting her gloves this morning.
>
> When Amanda entered the store, it looked like the lingerie shop that was
> back in her hometown, but as she walked in a bit more, there were more
> things that were displayed that made her eyebrows go up. A couple that
> looked like newlyweds were giggling over some marital aids and the
> store clerk came up to greet her.
>
> "Good morning, Ma'am. Can I help you find anything?" The perky voice
> coming from this woman before her caused a smile to tickle at Amanda's
> lips. Spying the collar on the clerk's neck she smiled more warmly and
> nodded.
>
> "Yes you can. I'm looking for BDSM gifts. Particularly for a female
> dominant. Could you show me where in your vast displays I could find
> what I'm looking for?" Amanda's voice was at a normal tone, but it
> carried and the couple at the marital displays glanced over at her
> before whispering to themselves.
>
> "Yes of course, Ma'am," the store clerk distractedly played at her
> collar and led Amanda to a section of the store that had all sorts of
> leather goods as well as books and 'toys'. "If you need any help, just
> let me know. My name is Blossom." The clerk moved away discreetly,
> straightening shelves as she went.
>
> Amanda looked around catching her breath slightly. Ms. Kathleen's
> collection had almost everything this store offered, and better quality
> too. She fingered a whip that was almost rubber in quality and snorted
> at it. Amanda wandered through the shelves, picking up an item here
> another there. She spotted a humor section on the other side of the
> shelves, with the wind up hopping penis and other gag items and peeked
> around the corner to see what they had. Amanda came out of the store a
> short time later, laughing. She climbed into the Bronco with Mitchell
> and tucked the bag in back. "Ok, let's hit the other store, but I think
> I got most of what I wanted there."
>
> "Sure thing. I got you something." Mitchell handed Amanda a mocha. "You
> didn't have your coffee this morning so I figured you could use this
> about now."
>
> "Oh what a darling, thanks Mitchell." Amanda drank carefully, letting
> the warmth of the liquid slide down her throat.
>
> They traveled across the city outskirts in peace, interrupted by giggles
> from Amanda. Whatever she had purchased for Ms. Kathleen had her
> tickled. The trip was quick though, no trains and not too many red
> lights. The pulled up to the tack store as a huge truck filled with hay
> was pulling out.
>
> "Ok. I'll be right back." Amanda slipped out of her seat and stopped.
> "NO PEEKING IN THE BAG!"
>
> Mitchell laughed and waved at her. "Yes, Mistress!"
>
> Amanda laughed, shaking her head and went into the Tack and Feed store.
> Hungry little chicks were peeping like crazy in a huge bin by the door,
> heated by a space heater from above. The kid behind the counter didn't
> look old enough to be out of school, but he looked up from a breeder's
> magazine and nodded at her.
>
> Amanda inhaled deeply of the smell of leather goods and appraised the
> reins and halters hanging from the walls, touching the leather like a
> caress. She remembered the last time she smelled leather so deeply and
> felt a quivering in her passion. She halted THAT train of thought
> quickly. She wandered up and down the aisle, testing several crops for
> flexibility and then finding a well made one that was exemplary in
> price. Quality at a low cost. Compared to that Adult store this would
> last better.
>
> Amanda chose a few more items that she thought would make interesting
> additions to Ms. Kathleen's collection and carried them up to the
> counter. The boy disinterestedly rang up her items and went back to the
> breeder magazine. Amanda felt pleased and walked back to the car. "Okay
> Mitchell, we can head home." Home. She smiled and tucked the second bag
> behind the seat.
>
> "Yes, Miss Amanda." Mitchell popped a CD into the player and they drove
> in a comfortable silence back to Ms. Kathleen's.
>
> *~*
>
> They drove up the drive and came upon Gregory kneeling in the front
> bushes, weeding. He was still wearing Henry's pants, but the wax had
> been removed from his back. The red mark of her signature made Amanda
> blush deeply, but Mitchell said not one word as he backed the Bronco up
> by the pantry door. They spotted the other two guests in the wheat
> field raking up dead grain. Henry had on Gregory's Armani suit. Ms.
> Kathleen opened the pantry door with a smile as Amanda got out of the
> Bronco.
>
> "Hi there! Did you have fun?" Ms. Kathleen's tone didn't show anger, but
> Amanda didn't want to assume anything.
>
> "It was really the most pleasant Doctor's appointment I've ever had."
> Amanda walked quickly to Ms. Kathleen and lowered her eyes, whispering.
> "Mitchell doesn't know, I didn't say anything. I'm so sorry for
> mistreating a guest, Ms. Kathleen."
>
> Ms. Kathleen chuckled. "From what I gathered, he deserved it hon. We'll
> talk more about it inside. THOMAS.. HENRY.. BREAK." The two guests
> trotted up to the door, holding the rakes before carefully leaning them
> up against the house. "Help Mitchell bring in the groceries, pets, and
> then you may have a nibble." Ms. Kathleen turned to go into the house
> and then turned back. "Amanda, meet me in the office, ok?"
>
> "Yes Ms. Kathleen," Amanda had a horrible sinking feeling that she would
> be dismissed for her behavior, but she grabbed the her bags from the
> back of the Bronco before making her way in. Amanda stopped by her
> room, leaving her coat, purse and shopping bags before venturing to
> knock softly at the den door.
>
> "Come in!" Ms. Kathleen's voice was so pleasant.
>
> Amanda entered and sat down quietly opposite the desk. Ms. Kathleen was
> typing something rapidly into the computer and then paused before
> looking directly at Amanda.
>
> "If you would like to discharge me for this incident, I would understand
> completely." Amanda started before Ms. Kathleen could speak. "I don't
> know what came over me. I just thought I could handle it instead of
> disturbing you."
>
> "What are you blathering on about? OH Gregory?" Ms. Kathleen laughed. "I
> have forgotten more slaves than I care to recall. Besides, you had
> other things on your mind this morning. However, I do like the touch of
> the signature. Miss A, hmm?"
>
> Amanda blushed deeply and concentrated on her knee.
>
> Ms. Kathleen got up from behind her desk and went behind Amanda, softly
> massaging her shoulders. "Amanda, I'm going to tell you a little story
> and I don't want you to interrupt ok?"
>
> "Yes Ms. Kathleen," Amanda felt the strong fingers working at her
> tension knots and sighed happily.
>
> "Ten years ago, I was not a Dominant, but a submissive. I craved wild
> things and had such a wanton lust for more than any Top could offer me.
> Then a very creative Master offered me a chance to Top a sub similar to
> myself. Needful, unable to be satisfied. The sub and I both came away
> from the session satiated and I came away with the need to dominate ALL
> the time. The Master that held my collar at the time understood
> completely and cut his collar from my neck. He still has it displayed
> in his dungeon and has always said that I would never go back to being
> submissive, and I haven't. But.. BUT there are some that choose both
> lifestyles. These are called switches." Ms. Kathleen's fingers gently
> trailed down Amanda's spine. "And I think that that's what you are, my
> darling girl."
>
> Amanda shivered deeply, eyes closed, listening.
>
> "I want to ask you to do several things for me, in addition to your
> regular duties. First off, we have to cover our asses because of the
> situation last night." Ms. Kathleen opened the door and called for
> Mitchell to come into the den. Mitchell looked bemused but came in and
> kneeled down.
>
> "Mistress, just a reminder. Gregory is still out in front." Mitchell
> said in low tones.
>
> "Yes Pet, I know." Ms. Kathleen looked out the window of her den and
> nodded. "And still weeding too." Ms. Kathleen pulled open a drawer of
> her desk and pulled out a box. "Mitchell you are here as a witness, not
> as my slave. Is that understood?"
>
> "Yes, Mistress," Mitchell rose and stood quietly watching.
>
> "Amanda, now this may strike you as odd, but bear with me. I'm going to
> collar you with a training collar. This will be a Dominate training,
> but the guests don't need to know that and you'll effectively be able
> to discipline them just as Mitchell does. If you feel uncomfortable
> with this, we'll think of something else." Ms. Kathleen opened the box
> and revealed one of the black collars that her guests wore while
> visiting her. "This still means you report to me, and you are unable to
> discipline Mitchell, although he'd probably like it." Mitchell chuckled
> softly from the corner. "It also mean that you are submitting to me,
> with all that implies, including tasting the submissive side as well.
> Someone once said that the best Dominants have been submissives once
> themselves. I happen to believe that. Do you understand what this means
> and are you willing to give it a try?"
>
> Amanda sat in the chair, quiet, letting it all soak in. Both. Yes, she
> had felt both sides before. It would explain much about her. Right now
> though she had to make up her mind, for her Mistress required an
> answer. Her Mistress. She liked the sound of that. She rose from the
> chair and kneeled down, bowing her head to Ms. Kathleen. "Will you
> accept my submission, Mistress?" her quiet voice was firm, and she
> stayed very still.
>
> Ms. Kathleen glanced at Mitchell who beamed deeply at her, eyes alight
> with pleasure. Ms. Kathleen felt a catch in her throat but she pulled
> the collar tight around Amanda's neck, sliding one finger for a fit and
> then saying softly, "I accept your submission, my darling girl."
>
> Amanda stood up, fingering the collar lightly and then gazed at Ms.
> Kathleen. "Thank you Mistress."
>
> "Ok, formalities aside, things will pretty much stay the same, hon," Ms.
> Kathleen returned to her desk. "I have today's reports for you to go
> through and later this afternoon I want you to join in the training
> session as an observer. That's not a request, but an order."
>
> "Yes Mistress," Amanda's fingers still tickled at the collar, then she
> realized she was doing it and dropped her hand.
>
> "Very well. Get to work. Thank you Mitchell, return to the kitchen and I
> will go see how our Gregory is doing." Ms. Kathleen stood and made her
> way to the door. Mitchell smiled at Amanda and made his way out as
> well. Amanda gathered up the reports and went into her room.
>
> She felt odd, complete. But at the same time, it meant a deeper meaning
> of respect for Ms. Kathleen. Ms. Kathleen had really understood her
> despite of what she had done. A couple of tears pricked at her eyes,
> trying to escape. But they weren't of sadness, just of deep relief of
> finally being able to understand her half selves. She started up her
> computer and readied herself for work. She rapidly typed in the daily
> reports of Thomas and Henry and what had occurred with them since their
> arrival. When she read through Gregory's report, she felt a high flush
> when she realized that Ms. Kathleen had included her in the report and
> the situation that had called for discipline. As she typed it in, she
> tasted the feeling of anger that had passed over her last night and
> shook her head. Ms. Kathleen spared no expense in detail, citing each
> violation and thoroughly agreeing with the course of punishment. She
> must have spoken with Gregory to find out exactly what occurred.
> Underneath Gregory's folder there was another. It was a folder on her.
> It merely said, SIT/DIT-Amanda. Collared December 15, 19--. As Amanda
> created a new file in the computer, she wondered what lay in store for
> her.
>
> *~*
>
> Later that afternoon, it started to snow. Very quietly as a hush spread
> across the fields, and the heater clicked on in the house a soft carpet
> of white formed outside. All of the guests were recalled inside and
> were made to kneel in the living room as Mitchell started a fire and
> Amanda made hot cider for all.
>
> Gregory was shivering deeply, having been outside all this time with no
> shirt and only Henry's thin slacks. The two others weren't much better,
> and Thomas was having a hard time kneeling still.
>
> The house warmed considerably with the central heating and the slaves
> felt their skin prickle. The fire was crackling and Mitchell went to
> knock on Ms. Kathleen's door. Amanda sipped her cider as she curled up
> on the couch, watching the guests while a stray finger found it's way
> to the collar once more and she thought maybe she should be down there
> kneeling with them. Just as she thought it though Ms. Kathleen came
> out, laughing at something Mitchell had said and smiled at her. Amanda
> sat up a bit more and set her cup down.
>
> "Good afternoon, my darlings," Ms. Kathleen said softly.
>
> "Good afternoon, Mistress," the trio chorused. They each kneeled up a
> bit straighter keeping their eyes respectfully down.
>
> "Training is done in many ways. Some find that training consist merely
> of scening with a slave. I don't feel that that's a complete way to
> train. Your morning consisted of doing work that "I" ordered you to do.
> Now that it's started to snow and will no doubt freeze the ground
> tonight, I'll have to have you all doing chores inside. This is not
> mundane work. This means that you are doing something for me. Not
> because you want to do it, but because I expect it of you and I expect
> nothing but the best of you. Saying that, I want all three of you to go
> downstairs, strip, shower and prepare yourselves to serve me."
>
> "Yes Mistress," they stood in unison and filed down the stairs
> whispering to each other.
>
> "SILENCE!" Ms. Kathleen shouted after them. They continued down the
> stairs quietly.
>
> Ms. Kathleen turned to Amanda, smiling. "Now. About you. Let's go see
> what you've brought with you in ways of outfits that may fit into a
> training session. Mitchell, your opinion would be helpful here."
>
> Amanda sadly shook her head as they went down the hall to her room. "I'm
> afraid I don't have much to offer in that area. My life has been school
> and work so far. I don't really have any fancy clothes except that one
> leather dress."
>
> "That would be unsuitable for this afternoon. I know. What about
> Halloween costumes?" Ms. Kathleen snapped through the hangers in her
> closet, looking. Amanda was thankful she had hid the presents
> elsewhere. "Ooooo.." Ms. Kathleen paused, pulling out an "I Dream of
> Jeannie" costume from a couple of years back. "Now this would work."
>
> "Oh but I couldn't.." Amanda started to say, but then noticed Mitchell
> nodding his head.
>
> "Yes you could and you will. And Amanda..no underwear," Ms. Kathleen
> tossed the outfit to the bed, smiled and swept out. Mitchell shrugged
> and followed.
>
> No underwear? That would make it totally.. Amanda blushed deeply and
> then touched the collar at her throat. If her Mistress desired it, she
> would do so.
>
> A few moments later, Amanda stood before the mirror in the outfit and
> gazed at herself. The late afternoon was going to dusk and as the soft
> muted light came through her window, her breasts were outlined pressing
> up against the sheerness of the costume. She saw and felt her nipples
> tighten and breathed in sharply. She did look rather fetching in this.
>
> She felt her spirits bolster and she made her way downstairs. She smiled
> because Ms. Kathleen had put on Meredith Brooks once more.
>
> As she entered the dungeon, she was pleased to see Mitchell dressed
> similarly in a sort of harem pants and vest. She quietly stood next to
> him and remained still.
>
> The three guests were brought out of the bathroom, still dripping wet
> and naked at the end of Ms. Kathleen's quirt.
>
> "Oh good, Amanda. I think we'll start off at the post room. Mitchell,
> Thomas first please." Ms. Kathleen chose a few of the toys from the
> shelves and nodded to the other guests and Amanda to follow.
>
> Mitchell was securing Thomas to the post. He made sure his arms were
> bound tight and then stepped back, nodding to Ms. Kathleen.
>
> Mitchell snapped his fingers and pointed to the couches surrounding the
> post. Amanda sat quietly, watching, feeling the power of authority
> rushing over Ms. Kathleen and exuding out toward the room. Henry and
> Gregory sat also, but on the other side. Ms. Kathleen handed the toys
> to Mitchell and then walked up to Thomas.
>
> Ms. Kathleen let her nails glide down Thomas' naked glowing skin. "Hello
> Thomas, I see from the goosebumps you remember your last visit here.
> How is your Master?"
>
> Thomas squirmed against the post. "Master is well, Mistress. He sends
> his regards and compliments for your work on me last visit."
>
> "And how long will you be with us this time?" Ms. Kathleen chose a
> flogger and slowly let the tails of it caress against Thomas' back.
>
> Thomas inhaled sharply. "A week Mistress."
>
> Ms. Kathleen continued teasing the flogger against Thomas' back and
> buttocks. "And are your safewords still the same?"
>
> As Amanda watched, she noticed Thomas getting aroused from just the
> simplest of conversation and play. She squirmed slightly, and watched
> avidly as Ms. Kathleen continued, reaching a hand around to his chest
> dragging her nails down before cupping his balls.
>
> "You haven't answered," Ms. Kathleen said and pulled slightly.
>
> "YES Mistress! The safewords are the same!" Thomas moaned deeply. His
> eyes shut, and his body moved to Ms. Kathleen 's touch.
>
> "Amanda, this is called a warm up period. I have not begun to play with
> this slave, but I have aroused him, reminded him that he has a Master,
> and confirmed his safewords." Ms. Kathleen looked at Amanda and then at
> the other two slaves. "You two will also have the same benefit of a
> warmup. It is essential in ANY play. Warm up differs from each
> Dominant, each submissive, so that what I'm doing to Thomas now, may
> not occur with you."
>
> Henry and Gregory nodded, eyes wide watching Thomas at the post.
>
> Ms. Kathleen fondled Thomas' arousal and then stepped back, raising the
> flogger before letting it fly with a thud against his back. She set a
> rythym and proceed to flog back and forth, up and down his back to his
> buttocks and back up. Moans and soft grunts from Thomas were
> accompanied by the background music set so low that it could barely be
> heard. Ms. Kathleen 's total attention was on the slave before her. She
> set the flogger down and grabbed a crop striking swiftly five times
> against Thomas' buttock, hearing the grunts of surprise in the change
> of the toy. She set the crop down as well and walked close up to Thomas
> again, dragging her nails down his reddened skin. Thomas cried out,
> shaking from the contact. Ms. Kathleen reached around pinching his
> nipples tightly.
>
> "Are you enjoying, Thomas," Ms. Kathleen asked in a whisper.
>
> "OH thank you Mistress.. thank you," Thomas visibly shuddered against
> the post.
>
> "Ok, we are going to leave Thomas at the post for a few moments, and
> Henry, I think you should come with me." Ms. Kathleen motioned with her
> hand down the way towards the cool dark storage room. Mitchell followed
> closely while Gregory and Amanda hung back, looking back at Thomas and
> then stopping just adjacent to the store room.
>
> "Mitchell fetch the cross for me. Oh and," Ms. Kathleen looked over at
> Gregory. "The horse as well.
>
> Mitchell said a very quick, "Yes Mistress," and went to do her bidding,
> pulling out first the large St. Andrews Cross fixed on a platform with
> wheels. Then lifting a padded saw horse out that had been fixed with
> restraints on it.
>
> "Henry, to the cross," Ms. Kathleen said quietly.
>
> Henry jumped slightly but moved forward. Mitchell helped him into place,
> facing him outward on the cross and then making sure the bindings were
> tight. Henry had lost all color in his face though and he swallowed
> nervously as Ms. Kathleen approached him.
>
> "Henry, my dear pet.. You are here at the request of your Mistress, Lady
> Elaine, correct?" Ms. Kathleen had pulled a feather from somewhere and
> was slowly teasing it against Henry's skin.
>
> "Y-Y-Yes, Mistress," Henry's eyes bulged slightly but didn't embarrass
> himself.
>
> "Her report to me was that you were unwilling to test your limits and
> she has supplied these limits to me as well as your original contract
> with her. You originally wanted to test your limits as stated in the
> contract, but have declined time and again to do so." The feather was
> now on the undersides of his arms, Henry was biting back nervous
> laughter and squirming against the cross. "Why?" Ms. Kathleen watched
> him fight it and then his laughter rang out through the basement.
>
> "Stop! Oh please Stop!!!! Ha ha heeeee oh gawd, ha" It was evident that
> Henry was not used to being tickled in this way and his eyes filled
> with laughter tears.
>
> "Do you remember what your safeword is?" Ms. Kathleen said as she
> continued the feather torture.
>
> "Yes yes.. Oh gawd!" Henry laughed himself silly, causing Mitchell and
> Amanda to look at each other with a quirk to their lips.
>
> "It's not 'Stop' is it?" Ms. Kathleen let the feather drift against
> Henry's cock, now hard in front of him and bobbing obscenely with each
> laugh.
>
> "No Mistress, oh oh .. but.. Oh," His laughter was contagious, and
> Gregory chuckled softly. Even Thomas, still quite out of it, was heard
> chuckling.
>
> Then just as suddenly, Ms. Kathleen stopped, pulling the feather away.
> She turned to Amanda. "This is another type of warm up. Henry is an
> interesting slave. I have a feeling that we will know the reason for
> his hesitation when it comes to play."
>
> "Oh please Mistress, more please," Henry gasped from the cross. Shocked,
> Amanda turned and looked at Henry closely. He was panting quite hard,
> clenching his fists in the restraints his eyes glazed over.
>
> "Why do you not play this way with Lady Elaine?" Ms. Kathleen had set
> the feather aside. She walked up close to Henry and touched his ribs,
> still shaking in silent laughter.
>
> "I can't.. I'm not sure if she'll honor my safeword," Henry gasped out.
>
> "Oh so trust is a factor is it? How long have you been owned by Lady
> Elaine?" Ms. Kathleen already knew from the report.
>
> "Six months, Mistress," Henry was slowly composing himself.
>
> "Mitchell set the drip. Henry I want you to know that you are not alone.
> There are many submissives that find trust issues are difficult to
> overcome in a new relationship. BUT, here we do not disregard
> safewords." Ms. Kathleen pushed the cross backwards until it was
> situated over a drain in the floor. With a nod to Mitchell, a drip of
> water dropped from the ceiling, ice cold hitting upon Henry's chest.
> Ms. Kathleen repositioned the cross and the next drip hit directly on
> his cock. Amanda watched each slow drip from the ceiling. "This is
> called Chinese water torture, slightly modified for my wicked uses.
> With each drip I want you to say your safeword to yourself, until you
> can no longer stand it. And then and only then I want you to scream it
> outloud. Do you understand, Henry?" Another drip fell and Ms. Kathleen
> stepped back.
>
> "Yesss Mistress," Henry said it through his teeth as the drip hit him.
>
> "Good boy," Ms. Kathleen turned and focused on Gregory.
>
> "You on the other hand..." Ms. Kathleen approached Gregory and slapped
> him hard across the face. Gregory went to his knees and then crawled
> forward to place his lips on Ms. Kathleen's boot. "Is it still only
> play for you Gregory? Do you see it is much more than kow-towing to the
> whims of a female dominant?"
>
> "Yes Mistress, and I wish to apologize for my indecent behavior
> yesterday," Gregory paused trying to come to grips that it was just
> yesterday.
>
> "Hmm.. Over the horse, Gregory," Ms. Kathleen pointed to the padded saw
> horse and Gregory looked up with bright eyes.
>
> "But I've already been punished, really I have. You saw me this
> morning," Gregory started to sound like his old whiney self when Ms.
> Kathleen snapped her fingers and pointed once more.
>
> "I will not say it again Gregory. You've just added five for your
> hesitation." Ms. Kathleen watched as Gregory rose and went to the
> horse, bending over it as Mitchell secured him on it. "I love to see
> your ass in the air, Gregory. Gives me such pleasure to know it is mine
> to color to perfection."
>
> Amanda watched but then was motioned by Ms. Kathleen to come closer.
> Amanda stood beside Ms. Kathleen as she picked up a well sized paddle,
> almost the size of a pizza paddle. She placed it on Gregory's ass and
> left it there. "Don't move Gregory. Miss Amanda has my permission to
> discipline you if you fail in that respect. Amanda, first wiggle, he
> gets five. Second wiggle and you have your choice of toys to use
> against him."
>
> Amanda took hold of the handle of the paddle and looked at Ms. Kathleen,
> nodding. "Yes Mistress."
>
> Ms. Kathleen went back down to check on Thomas and Amanda soon heard
> cries of pleasure and pain mixed with the sharp crack of a whip. Amanda
> glanced back toward Henry, seeing his mouth move each time the drip
> cascaded down on his cock. His eyes were closed though, concentrating.
>
> She looked down at Gregory and agreed with Ms. Kathleen. Having a firm
> well muscled ass set across a horse was a pleasant sight. Gregory had
> not moved a stitch since commanded and Amanda watched his back making
> sure he was even breathing. He was, but with slow sure breaths so as
> not to disturb the paddle.
>
> Some time later, a scream of release rung out from Thomas and Amanda
> froze, looking down. Gregory had heard it as well and was wiggling
> desperately against the horse. Quickly she raised the paddle and
> thwapped it hard against his ass five times, hearing the grunts, groans
> and then pleadings from him. She lowered the paddle once more against
> his ass resting it so that it was level.
>
> Amanda looked again at Henry, seeming to be so alone on the cross with
> the mindless drip of water continuing without end. His jaw was working
> frantically now, his head swaying from side to side. Just as she
> thought he was going to pass out, he raised his head defiantly and
> screamed "CHICKEN!"
>
> Ms. Kathleen hurried down to Henry, who was now crying softly, saying
> "chicken, chicken" over and over again. She released him from the
> cross, Mitchell hurried to help her wrapping a warm towel around Henry
> and cuddling him close.
>
> "First thing, my darling boy.. We must get you a new safeword," Ms.
> Kathleen smiled softly and rocked him.
>
> Gregory laughed at that causing the paddle to move. It fell to the floor
> with a sharp crack and he stopped laughing. Amanda sighed deeply. She
> picked up the paddle and walked down to where the toys were displayed.
> She spied a very small latigo flogger and picked it rather than the
> large whips. When she came back the horse had been moved to the pole
> room where Thomas had been released as well, and both he and Henry were
> cuddled against Ms. Kathleen as Mitchell kneeled at the floor.
>
> Ms. Kathleen smiled at Amanda. "Excellent choice, Miss Amanda."
>
> Amanda stood behind Gregory and aimed the first strike right between his
> legs. The flails fell awkwardly though, hitting against his inner
> thigh. Gregory grunted with surprise. What Amanda lacked in accuracy,
> she made up in enthusiasm, flogging up and down Gregory's ass watching
> the color return to red and then went into a deeper shade. Her aim
> improved and she tried to hit once more between his legs, this time
> hitting her spot as Gregory screamed out.
>
> "MERCY!"
>
> Ms. Kathleen nodded, acknowledging the safeword and Amanda placed the
> flogger down. Mitchell handed her a jar of cream that had already been
> used on Thomas and she liberally scooped out a handful before smoothing
> it against Gregory's buttocks. Mitchell unhooked the restraints and
> Gregory fell to all fours on the floor, panting.
>
> "Very well done, Miss Amanda. Gregory.. Thank Miss Amanda for your
> pleasure." Ms. Kathleen was gently petting both Thomas and Henry at the
> same time.
>
> Gregory crawled across the floor and rested his cheek against Amanda's
> foot. "Thank you Mistress." Amanda lifted her foot, raising his chin to
> gaze up. Gregory's eyes were glazed in bliss.
>
> "Good boy." Amanda sat down on the couch and patted the spot beside her.
> Gregory crawled up and placed his head in her lap, sighing deeply.
>
> "Well my dear, you may not need as much training as I originally
> thought," Ms. Kathleen laughed.
>
> Amanda nodded and then gently drew her short nails through Gregory's
> hair.
>
> They all would sleep that night peacefully, unaware of the snowfall that
> continued down and the worrisome weather report that sent two Dominants
> to their phones the next morning.
>
> It had been an unusually quiet morning. The slaves had breakfasted
> heartily, but were now in the basement cleaning. Amanda was typing the
> last report that Ms. Kathleen had given her when the first call had
> come in. A rather tight whiny voice demanded that she speak to "Kathy"
> right away. Amanda shrugged as she put the call through to the Den and
> continued with the report. She noted at the bottom of the input for
> SIT/DIT Amanda Ms. Kathleen had written, 'Put two paragraphs of how you
> felt the scene with Gregory went last night.' Amanda sat mulling that
> over when the phone rang again.
>
> She picked up the receiver and rattled off the number as she had been
> instructed by Ms. Kathleen.
>
> A low husky male voice came back. "Kathleen, is that you?"
>
> "No, she's on another line right now. Would you care to hold?" Amanda
> crossed her eyes at the phone, not imagining how they could possibly
> think she was Ms. Kathleen.
>
> "And who might this be?" Amanda could actually hear the smile through
> the lines.
>
> "Um, this is Amanda, Sir.. Oh, Ms. Kathleen is available, one moment
> please," Amanda stuck her tongue out at the phone and put the call
> through.
>
> A few moments later, just as Amanda finished up typing her details of
> last night, Ms. Kathleen came laughing out of her den.
>
> "What the hell did you say to Master Mark?" Ms. Kathleen laughed again,
> her deep hearty laugh that Amanda had grown to love.
>
> "Um, is that who it was? Not a thing, really.." Amanda blushed a tiny
> bit.
>
> "He's all for coming out here to pick up Thomas himself, wants to see my
> 'new' addition," Ms. Kathleen laughed again, but then drew serious. "It
> seems we have one hell of a weather system heading our way and Lady
> Elaine and Master Mark have both requested their slaves returned."
>
> "Oh is that who the call was before.." Amanda started, but Ms. Kathleen
> nodded, interrupting her.
>
> "Yep. Kind of hate to lose Henry. That was a major breakthrough for him
> and we were going to work on it with the rest of the time, but..their
> Dominants' wishes come first." Ms. Kathleen shrugged and then went out
> to find Mitchell.
>
> Amanda remembered that she needed to get Henry a shirt and riffled
> through her large selection of sweat clothes until she found a dark
> blue rather large top. It will have to do for now. It would be better
> with the cold weather than his old shirt anyways.
>
> She came out of her room as the two that were leaving shuffled up the
> stairs. She handed Henry the sweatshirt and kissed his cheek. They both
> turned into the bunkroom as Mitchell and Gregory came up the stairs
> with boxes. Ms. Kathleen came up behind them, swinging a crop every so
> often against Gregory's thighs.
>
> "Found the holiday decorations." Ms. Kathleen said with a smile.
> "Gregory has kindly offered to hang them up and about as he won't be
> leaving yet. Gregory greet Amanda properly."
>
> Gregory put down the box. He gently went to his knees and lowered his
> face to Amanda's foot, pressing his cheek softly against her insole.
> Soft whisper that came from his lips hardly recalled the harsh man that
> came here two days ago. "Good morning Miss Amanda."
>
> "Good boy, Gregory. Good morning to you as well." Amanda felt a blush
> rise and then fall from her face and then she looked at Ms. Kathleen.
> "Is Mitchell going to drive them to the airport then?"
>
> "Yes. I kinda hate to send him out in this weather, but better now
> before it gets worse." Mitchell had put his box down and was donning on
> foul weather gear. Ms. Kathleen grasped the back of his hair and kissed
> him deeply, leaving him slightly gasping in shock. "To keep you warm,
> my darling pet. THOMAS.. HENRY.. PRESENT!"
>
> Thomas and Henry came hustling out of the bunkroom carrying their one
> bags and looking totally confused. Henry nudged Thomas and Thomas
> blurted out, "Mistress... do we have to go? I mean we signed the
> emergency continuation papers."
>
> "Oh Thomas my sweet," Ms. Kathleen walked over to him, inching her hand
> up the back of his shirt before dragging her nails down, visibly
> shaking him. "Master Mark calls to you and Lady Elaine calls to Henry.
> They that own you request this and while I can still grant their
> requests I will. Oh Henry, no pouting. We shall reschedule, and I hope
> that our lovely work last night will not be forgotten."
>
> "Thank you Mistress," Henry looked relieved somewhat.
>
> Ms. Kathleen hugged both of the men tightly, kissing their cheeks. "My
> darlings.. Be well until our next meeting. Your tickets are with
> Mitchell and the airport is still open."
>
> Amanda followed the little group to the door, joining Ms. Kathleen
> waving at them as they drove off and then turning around to see Gregory
> kneeling quietly, his body shivering in the cold draft from the door.
>
> Ms. Kathleen shut the huge door and walked back into the sunken part of
> the living room, glancing at the boxes and looking around. She steadily
> avoided looking at Gregory. She smiled to Amanda and motioned her to
> join her down by the couches.
>
> "I really haven't had decorations up for a few years, but I do have some
> nice ones set aside," Ms. Kathleen pulled open one of the boxes. The
> majority of the decorations appeared to be ivory and gold which would
> highlight the room perfectly. "Gregory stand up."
>
> Gregory stood and smiled, coming over to the boxes. Rows of feathery
> ivory and gold garland were hung about the room in no time. A set of
> gold cherubs were arranged with some spray painted pinecones on the
> hearth. Gregory was sent to the basement to collect an armful of wood
> to place near to the fireplace as Ms. Kathleen looked around.
>
> "We won't open the other box yet. Mitchell is going to try and find a
> tree on the way home. I told him earlier to not take chances with the
> weather but if he could locate one to grab it. That box has ornaments
> and lights." Ms. Kathleen nudged the box aside and plopped down onto
> the couch, smiling up at the garland.
>
> Amanda smiled as well, viewing the room with a festive air.
>
> Ms. Kathleen interrupted her revelry. "I'm going to be taking Gregory
> down for some training in a bit. I want you to close off Thomas' and
> Henry's files and give them priority reschedule. See if you can get
> them back in February. I also want you to check the stormcast network
> on the web and tell me what we are facing. I'm glad Mitchell insisted
> on a new generator, rather than sticking with the old one." She jumped
> up to her feet, stretching lightly. "Once you've finished those tasks,
> you're free for the rest of the afternoon. You are more than welcome to
> join Gregory and I, but only to observe this time."
>
> Amanda grinned and stood up as well. "Yes, Ms. Kathleen."
>
> *~*~
>
> Amanda sat at the computer, surfing more and more weather information
> and glancing at the clock every so often. The snow had continued on
> into the afternoon, and there was a front coming down from Canada that
> was going to make the snowfall increase. She had figured that Ms.
> Kathleen wanted to know how long it would last, what the expected
> inches were, and if their stores would last. Since Mitchell had JUST
> gone to the grocery warehouse and there were to be two less people
> eating, that wasn't a problem. She surfed onto the airport's site once
> again to find that it was still open. Thomas and Henry had gotten off
> okay, but Mitchell wasn't back yet. She typed up a quick report and
> sent it to Ms. Kathleen's desktop before turning and looking at her
> room. While she had the chance, she wrapped the presents that she had
> purchased and tucked them away once more. She made a small list of Ms.
> Kathleen's more influential clients and suggestions of different online
> delivery services for gift baskets. As she looked around once more, she
> glanced up at the clock once more, grabbed her hamper of dirty laundry
> and made her way downstairs.
>
> The door to the dungeon was closed but unlocked. She threw in a load of
> laundry, set the hamper into the den, and then nudge open the door
> quietly.
>
> Ms. Kathleen looked up and smiled, motioning her in with a finger to her
> lips. Gregory had on a full face mask, blocking his sight and most
> likely muffling his hearing and was tied to the post. Ms. Kathleen had
> on a vampire glove and was gently drawing it against Gregory's back and
> buttocks. Amanda could see a protrusion from Gregory's ass and realized
> that he was holding a butt plug in. She walked quietly around in the
> front of Gregory, noting the shiny metal clamps attached to his
> nipples, the chain hanging down attached to a cbt device. It looked
> like a bell encased around his testicles with weights attached. Amanda
> curled up on the couch, watching and listening.
>
> Ms. Kathleen continued to stroke Gregory with the vampire glove,
> watching each shiver and shudder he made, the small grunts of pleasure
> mixed with exquisite pain as the weights moved, tugging at the chain.
> "My! You are such a little pain slut, Gregory," Ms. Kathleen spoke
> softly right next to his ear. The moaning increased in tempo as
> Gregory's arousal was apparent. Ms. Kathleen drew the glove away and
> slowly took it off, looking critically at the marks on Gregory's back.
> Amanda was surprised when Ms. Kathleen picked up the same flogger she
> has used the night before and slowly let the tails tease against
> Gregory's back. "You like this one, don't you Gregory?" Ms. Kathleen
> lashed out suddenly, catching the skin at the small of his back,
> smiling as he reacted, jumping, causing the chains to pull even
> tighter, the weights to swing precariously. "Or was it just who was
> using it? Did you like Miss Amanda's play?" Quick rapid succession
> fired against the bare buttocks, changing the color and leaving darker
> marks than Amanda had placed there before. "Answer me, slut."
>
> Mumbles that were totally indiscernible came from Gregory's mouth first.
> Gradually though, a small whimper of "Miss Amanda..." came out.
>
> Amanda looked somewhat shocked and then glanced at a smiling Ms.
> Kathleen. How could he have enjoyed her discipline? She wasn't a
> trained Domme at all. And yet, as he twisted and moaned under Ms.
> Kathleen's strict attentions, he was recalling her.
>
> As she watched each part of his torture, Amanda learned quite a bit from
> Ms. Kathleen. She watched the way she balanced pleasure and pain, never
> allowing him to go beyond pure arousal but just always hanging at the
> edge. The beading of precum on his cock was evident of his passion held
> in check. And then finally, as Mitchell came down the stairs, release
> of his need, the fluids shooting from him in steady spurts until he was
> panting, covered in sweat, but with a smile softly edged on his face.
>
> "Ah, there you are my darling.. How was the drive?" Ms. Kathleen was
> turning, gently toweling off the flog and setting it aside. "Scary.
> Damn near slid off the road a couple of times. But I got the tree!"
> Mitchell's cheeks were red from cold, despite the heater in the Bronco.
>
>
> "Wonderful, pet. Amanda, since you've enjoyed this, please see that
> Gregory is cleaned up appropriately for dinner." Ms. Kathleen drew
> Mitchell up the stairs, quietly talking with him.
>
> When Gregory heard Amanda's name, he cringed back against the post. He
> had no idea that Amanda had been watching.
>
> Amanda stood up, looking at Gregory. Each part of the equipment must be
> taken off carefully and in order or Gregory would go into sensory
> overload. She started with the nipple clamps, quickly unfastening them
> from his flat nipples before letting them hang down, still attached to
> the cbt. She watched as Gregory panted quickly, feeling the flow of
> blood shoot back through his tortured nipples. As his breathing slowed,
> she made quick work of releasing the cbt, weights and all, watching in
> amusement as his cock sprang back up to attention. She stepped closer
> to Gregory and reached behind him with her arms, almost as if giving
> him a hug. Her fingers quickly found the edge of the plug and with one
> quick twist, pulled it out. Gregory groaned deeply, swaying against the
> post. "Good boy. Not much more," Amanda whispered huskily. The soft
> pants and gentle grunts from Gregory spoke of his continued pleasure
> from the scene he had just completed. Amanda tugged the hood free,
> smiling softly into Gregory's face, wiping a stray tear from his cheek
> with her thumb. When the ropes were finally loosened from his arms,
> Amanda had to catch him as he almost fell to the ground. She silently
> helped him to the basement's bathroom and turned on the shower to a
> tepid warm. "Wash, pet. Relax under the water," Amanda pushed Gregory
> toward the shower and went to retrieve the different toys that Ms.
> Kathleen had used.
>
> Amanda cleaned each article carefully, down to wiping some of them with
> alcohol. She listened to the shower until the change in the volume
> indicated that Gregory was indeed moving around and washing. Amanda put
> the toys away and stepped out to toss her laundry in the dryer before
> checking on Gregory once more.
>
> She peeked in and saw Gregory standing there letting the warm water
> cascade against his back and Amanda chuckled, yanking the cold water on
> full and watching him jump.
>
> "Done?" Amanda smiled and held out a huge fluffy bath sheet.
>
> Gregory's sharp look rapidly changed to a deep smile as he turned off
> the taps. "Yes, Miss Amanda." He stepped into the bath sheet, wrapping
> it around gently.
>
> Amanda watched as he carefully dried off his tender skin before running
> the towel briskly through his hair. She poured some of the lotion Ms.
> Kathleen bought by the gallon for pain relief into her hand and applied
> it liberally to Gregory's back. He shuddered, but then held still.
> Amanda glanced at the time, and slipped a choke chain around Gregory's
> neck, tugging it slightly. "Upstairs, pet. Dinner time."
>
> The next week went by in a blur. The snow piled up to dangerous levels
> outside, basically trapping them all into the warmth of the house. Days
> were spent with housework, paperwork, or decorating the tree.
> Afternoons into evenings were training and then later either more
> training or sleep. Amanda found it increasingly difficult to get down
> to the grotto for her 'private' time until on the 23rd, she stayed up
> later than usual, getting confirmations through the net of deliveries
> of the gift baskets. She glanced at the clock, never realizing how late
> it was, and quickly logged off thinking to prepare for bed. A lovely
> ripple against her senses reminded her that she had not 'played' in a
> bit, and she thought she may have time now. Surely everyone must be
> asleep.
>
> She made her way quietly downstairs to the grotto, shedding clothes as
> she went, shivering deliciously in the cool air before stepping into
> the steaming grotto room. The glass was covered in condensation,
> effectively blocking out a view to the dungeon. Amanda didn't mind and
> she quickly turned off the main lights and turned on the grotto's
> interior lights. The water was bubbling merrily as the jets came on and
> Amanda stepped down into the swirling water.
>
> Each minute that past by, Amanda felt the relaxation the water gave to
> her body, the slight tingling of senses, urging her to play the way she
> had before. She lost herself in the feelings as she draped her legs
> over the edge once more, shifting until the stream hit just right. Soft
> whimpers filled the grotto area as the water pushed her back and forth,
> the stream hitting against her clit.
>
> Ms. Kathleen had heard the soft creak though and after checking that
> Mitchell was comfortable in his night chains had followed Amanda
> downstairs, watching her quietly. After viewing the pleasure that
> Amanda received once more from the stream, Ms. Kathleen slipped her
> robe off and went into the grotto as well, gently slipping behind
> Amanda and holding her close to the stream.
>
> "ARGH.. ack.. Ohhh," Amanda didn't expect to have company and feeling
> the strong arms around her, supporting her and then pushing her toward
> the jet, her emotions went though surprise, embarrassment and then
> arousal once more as the stream hit her clit again and again. Amanda
> looked up at Ms. Kathleen's face, seeing the concentration of making
> sure that Amanda's body was positioned correctly and then closed her
> eyes, enjoying the pleasure coursing through her, shaking in the
> restraints of her Mistress' arms. It seemed to be an unending explosion
> of lights and feelings when Ms. Kathleen finally pulled her softly away
> from the jet and curled Amanda into her arms, rocking her in the warm
> water, kissing her forehead and hair.
>
> "Precious girl," Ms. Kathleen whispered softly, although it echoed in
> the grotto. She smiled as she ran her nails down Amanda's back, and had
> her shivering in pleasure and reaction. "Such a lovely girl. One part
> of your training has been neglected, hasn't it?"
>
> Amanda snuggled close, clinging to Ms. Kathleen. She nodded silently.
>
> "To taste what you give, intensifies the flavor," Ms. Kathleen pulled
> slightly on Amanda's hair, bringing her face up to gaze at her eyes.
> "You have yet to be trained sufficiently as a submissive. That detail
> will not be overlooked and will begin this evening."
>
> Ms. Kathleen guided the trembling girl to the edge of the pool and
> helped her up the steps, wrapping a steamed towel around her. She
> guided her out to the dungeon and looked at her carefully. "I think
> more of a pleasure than a pain to start with. It will eventually work
> out that you will try all of the things that you will inflict upon
> others." She drew Amanda into the candle room, covering her eyes with
> the towel and leaving her flushed body naked, lying against the table
> there. She gathered a few toys and returned, noting the goose bumps
> rising on Amanda's skin.
>
> "Safewords are tantamount. If you want to stop what I am doing to you,
> what will you say to me," Ms. Kathleen set the toys aside and lit a few
> of the candles as she waited. She did not want to rush Amanda, but as
> she had already used her knowledge and experience in a Dominant's role,
> Ms. Kathleen wanted to make sure that Amanda knew what she dealt out.
>
> "Realtor, Mistress," Amanda sighed into the towel, not seeing but
> knowing that she could stop whatever would occur with just one word.
>
> Ms. Kathleen chanced a quirk of a smile and then gently ran her nails
> against Amanda's pert nipples. "Chilled my darling girl, or just
> excited already?"
>
> Amanda wiggled into the table. "A little of both, Mistress."
>
> "Good to be honest, Amanda," Ms. Kathleen twisted one of the nipples,
> smiling at the gasp and then soft moan. "Oh now that looks so lovely,
> wrinkled up so nice and tight."
>
> Amanda felt her body flame at the response that it was giving. She
> remembered how Gregory had responded to pain though and let her mind
> go. No need for embarrassment here. This was her Mistress.
>
> Ms. Kathleen tied open Amanda's thighs, running a fingernail across her
> swollen clit. "Water is fun for this once in a while, but you mustn't
> abuse it with too much or you'll lose the pleasure aspect." Ms.
> Kathleen flipped a cold knife idly against Amanda's rosied skin. Amanda
> jumped against the restraints, crying out. "Shhh dear..trust..feel..not
> pain.. merely feelings.."
>
> Amanda felt as if she was out of her body, yet still felt everything
> that was being done to her. Muted in a sense as if she wanted more. Her
> body arched to each movement of the knife, dancing with it, Ms.
> Kathleen's nails pinching here and there adding to the pain, but then
> teasing once more against her already aroused clit.
>
> "Remember, alternate. Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure," and with that
> comment, the heated drips of wax splashed against Amanda's nipples,
> causing her to cry out in reaction once more, tears stinging at her
> eyes. Amanda then realized it wasn't that hot, and was curious to where
> the next drip would fall. "Lovely girl.. Oh so beautiful, your nipples
> are so nice covered in wax." Amanda moaned deeply and wiggled slightly.
> "Now don't move, pet." The wax splashed against her labia, crying out
> in shock..pain pain fingers darting into her, slowly moving against her
> and then pulling out, pushing in and then pulling out again. She felt
> her sex contracting against the fingers as they scrapped back and
> forth. "Sooo wet, precious. Do you need to cum pet?"
>
> Amanda panted wildly. She was lost in the wash of emotions rippling
> through her. Was this what it was like for Gregory..for Mitchell..for
> all the others? Damn, she needed release, so soon now. "Yes please
> Mistress.. Oooooo yes, Mistress." Her whispered need turned into a moan
> as a vibrator was turned on and placed right on her clit. "OH GAWD,
> PLEASE MISTRESS.." The tortured wild whisper turned into a scream.
>
> "Not yet, pet. Patience." Ms. Kathleen smiled down at the squirming
> girl. Such lovely responses, she knew that it would be like this. She
> always knew. She slid a stainless steel chilled dildo between Amanda's
> heated lips, watching her hips buck against the intrusion, the moans
> increasing once more in volume. She worked the dildo in and out,
> teasing the vibrator again and again at Amanda's clit. "Ready,
> darling?"
>
> "Oh please Mistress," whimpering softly in between pants came the tiny
> voice from under the towel.
>
> "Cum now Amanda," Ms. Kathleen pushed the dildo in deeply and let the
> vibrator set on the edge of Amanda's clit and the end of the dildo. The
> girl shuddered through an orgasm whimpering her release. "GOOD girl,
> yessss." Ms. Kathleen removed the vibrator and set it aside. She left
> the dildo where it was and gently scraped the wax away from Amanda's
> nipples and labia, smiling as each touch of the knife brought another
> shiver of ecstasy rippling through the girl's body. When the girl was
> free of the wax, Ms. Kathleen gently drew the dildo out, noting the
> fluids clinging to the surface. As she lifted the towel, Amanda gazed
> up at her, whispering 'thank you' over and over again.
>
> "You're welcome pet," Ms. Kathleen gently untied Amanda's thighs and
> massaged her legs. Ms. Kathleen pulled Amanda into her arms once more,
> rocking her gently, kissing her hair. "You discovered a new side of
> this lifestyle tonight. Do you understand now why Gregory acts the way
> he does?"
>
> "Yes Mistress. Oh I never thought that.." Amanda blushed deeply.
>
> Ms. Kathleen laughed softly. "That it could hurt so good?"
>
> Amanda looked up with shining eyes. "Exactly, Mistress."
>
> Ms. Kathleen led Amanda back upstairs and gently tucked her into her
> bed. She looked down at the girl and smiled. "Welcome to your new life,
> Miss Amanda."
>
> *!*!*
>
> Amanda woke fresh in the morning, wondering if it had all been a dream.
> The tiniest amount of wax drips remaining on her breasts assured her
> that it wasn't. She went through the normal motions of her day;
> showering, dressing, checking the morning emails, before venturing out
> for breakfast.
>
> Mitchell smiled deeply as she entered the kitchen and handed her a huge
> cup of coffee. "Cookie making day!"
>
> Amanda's eyebrows lifted slightly.
>
> "Oh and you have your pies to make too!" Mitchell flipped a waffle out
> and set it on a plate, nudging Amanda toward the table.
>
> Amanda sat down carefully and closed her eyes, remembering the night
> before. She sipped the coffee deeply and sighed, shuddering. Her eyes
> opened as her leg was nudged against. Gregory was awake and kneeling
> next to her naked, smiling softly up at her.
>
> "Good morning, Miss Amanda," Gregory said softly, yet his eyes were on
> the coffee cup. Little con artist. Coffee was a no no for guests.
>
> "Good morning coffee slut," Amanda held a glass of juice next to
> Gregory's lips, waiting as he sipped carefully and placed it on the
> table once more.
>
> "COFFEE SLUT?" Ms. Kathleen roared in laughter as she entered the room.
> It was then that Amanda noticed the christmas music playing softly in
> the background. Ms. Kathleen was dressed casually but with a lovely
> decorated sweatshirt. She was very festive looking.
>
> Mitchell brought over more waffles and a carafe of coffee for the table,
> pausing to kiss Ms. Kathleen's palm before going to clean up the
> breakfast preparations. Ms. Kathleen eyed the still falling snow and
> shrugged. "Good thing Thomas and Henry got out when they could. I don't
> think you would make it all the way to the airport now, despite the
> four wheel drive and snow tires."
>
> Amanda fed Gregory bits of waffle, watching the snow as well. She used
> to really hate snow because she felt deprived of doing things. As she
> slipped a slice of apple to Gregory, his teeth teased along her fingers
> drawing her attention back to him. Hmm. She shifted slightly and tucked
> her stocking feet into his crotch, causing him to open his legs more.
>
> Gregory flashed his eyes at hers, surprise and then meekly down once
> more.
>
> "So, cookies and pies. Shall I do the dailies first?" Amanda turned her
> attention to Ms. Kathleen, wiggling her toes every once in awhile.
>
> "Oh yes please, and you will be in charge of Gregory today, Amanda. Have
> him do the tasks that you will ordinary set aside to do until later."
> Ms. Kathleen forked a healthy portion of waffle in her mouth, smiling
> at the taste. "You've out done yourself again, Mitchell my pet."
>
> Amanda finished her breakfast, feeding Gregory once last bite of waffle
> and drained her cup of coffee. She stuck her feet back within her
> slippers and tugged on Gregory's collar. "Come." Gregory crawled after
> her down the hall to her room and then kneeled where she pointed.
> "Stay." Gregory moved slightly and then fixed his eyes down.
>
> Amanda worked steadily on her daily reports, pausing to tell Gregory to
> stand and stretch every so often. As she was just completing the last
> financial update, the front bell rang. She looked at Gregory and
> repeated once more, "Stay" before rising to figure out who would be
> calling in such weather.
>
> Mitchell smiled to her from the kitchen as she made her way to the door
> and opening it to admit a UPS carrier. The man in brown was covered
> with snow and a muffler playfully designed in the UPS logo and colors
> was wrapped tightly around his face. He pulled it down and blinked a
> few times.
>
> "Hi there Ma'am. I have several packages for this address. We've held
> off delivery on them because of the weather and because three of our
> trucks had no chains on them. Hope you weren't needing them before
> now." The speech had a slight tinge of a southern accent, but the
> recital came out rushed as if rehearsed or said many times. "Postal
> trucks are getting through finally too. They had a tough time getting
> this far out, but without seeing an end in sight they pushed the plows
> to get through."
>
> Amanda nodded and signed the electronic clipboard carefully as the
> driver continually clicked down his list. In all there were about 15
> packages being delivered.
>
> "I'll be right back with the first load. Can you have someone open the
> door? It's kinda hard to handle the handtruck in this weather and grab
> a door knob." The driver pulled open the door and stepped out into the
> swirling snow.
>
> Mitchell came out of the kitchen holding a cup of steaming cocoa and
> then opened the door for the UPS delivery. Three trips and an empty cup
> later, a pile of boxes stood in the entryway as well as an amount of
> water from the melted snow.
>
> "Gregory, come!" Amanda called out. Gregory walked out into the living
> room and Amanda pointed to the pool of water at the front door. "Clean
> this up."
>
> "Yes, Mistress." Gregory turned to retrieve a mop and bucket as Amanda
> stared at the packages.
>
> "Does Ms. Kathleen usually get so many packages, Mitchell?" Amanda
> knocked politely at the den door.
>
> "Oh occasionally," Mitchell smiled and lifted a few of the boxes as
> "Enter!" was called out from the den.
>
> Gregory returned and set to the task of making the entryway clean and
> dry once more. Amanda made sure he understood to dry it completely
> before returning to her room.
>
> Amanda went back to her room and finished up the financial reports for
> Ms. Kathleen and sent it through the house network to her desktop. She
> ticked off the reports that she had completed, and smiled because her
> dailies were completed in record time. Gregory had returned and was
> kneeling once more behind her. As Amanda clicked closed the pertinent
> data, she raised her hands over her head stretching.
>
> Gregory moved forward quietly and softly began massaging Amanda's
> shoulders.
>
> "Oh yes..right there," Amanda lowered her hands and dropped her face
> forward closing her eyes, feeling the strength within the fingers.
> Gregory had done this before, for he was massaging each muscle group
> separately and then working out the tension knots. Amanda purred in
> pleasure, rolling her neck slightly.
>
> "Better, Miss Amanda?" Gregory's soft voice whispered near her ear.
>
> "Oh yes, very much," Amanda turned her chair around and looked at
> Gregory. His eyes darted down meekly and he wiggled back to allow her
> the room to stand.
>
> Amanda stood up and looked around the room. She thought about what Ms.
> Kathleen had given Gregory to her to do and went directly to the
> closet, opening it up. She motioned for Gregory to stand and piled
> gifts gaily wrapped into his arms until they were almost over flowing.
> "Come with me."
>
> Amanda strode out to the living room, where the fireplace still crackled
> softly with the warming heat of a low fire. The tree had been completed
> with soft white lights and she kneeled next to it now, waving to
> Gregory to come to her side. Each gift was placed just so under the
> tree. There were several gift baskets there as well, something that
> must have arrived via the UPS delivery.
>
> Mitchell and Ms. Kathleen were no where in sight, and as Amanda rose
> from placing the packages nicely under the tree the doorbell rang once
> again. Eyeing Gregory state of undress, she told him to wait in the
> kitchen and then made her way to the front door.
>
> This time it was a less than congenial Postal worker carrying a plastic
> tub of packages as well as a rubber band full of written
> correspondence. He muttered something about returning the tub to the
> post office as soon as possible and scurried off once more into the
> waning light of a winter afternoon.
>
> Amanda smiled and knocked on the den's door. Mitchell poked his head out
> and grabbed the mail. "Be out in a bit, Miss Amanda."
>
> Amanda's jaw dropped as the door was shut once more. Hmmm. She went into
> the kitchen and tied an apron on Gregory, setting him to work mixing
> the pumpkin filling for the pie as she sliced more apples for the other
> pie.
>
> *!*!
>
> The afternoon passed quickly and the next morning was pleasantly started
> with a large breakfast for there would be no lunch in preparation for
> the large dinner that Mitchell had already started to prepare.
>
> As a treat of the day, Gregory was allowed to dress in clothes and was
> given the opportunity to go just outside the back door in a coat to
> have a smoke.
>
> Just before dinner was to be served, Christmas music again filled the
> air and Ms. Kathleen was like a child as she sat elegantly next to the
> tree, shaking packages and poking here and there.
>
> "It's time my darlings!" Ms. Kathleen gave Amanda a handful of cards to
> open and read aloud as presents were distributed.
>
> Mitchell served cups of cocoa liberally spiked with creme de menthe
> liquer. Gregory curled up on one portion of the huge couch and Amanda
> sat near him, flipping open the first card and sharing the sentiment as
> Ms. Kathleen opened a gift basket of Godiva chocolates and set them on
> the coffee table. She handed Amanda the gift card to add to the 'thank
> you' pile and dug under the tree again.
>
> Gregory popped a chocolate into his mouth and started to relax in the
> festive atmosphere. Amanda continued to open cards, including one to
> her as well from Sean, wishing them a pleasant holiday in their 'snowy
> kinkyland'. Ms. Kathleen laughed heartily and handed Gregory a package.
> Mitchell took over the 'gift baskets', handing Amanda a pen to write
> down the details for each.
>
> Laughter and chaos reigned as packages were ripped into and twisted
> humor revealed. Ms. Kathleen admired the fine work of the woven wheat
> heart braided with bobwire that Amanda had created for her. Mitchell
> put on the apron that Amanda had sewn. Laughter rang out again as the
> Dominatrix fashion doll appeared, complete with tiny bull whip. Ms.
> Kathleen lost all semblance of control though when Amanda's secret gift
> appeared. It was a standard metal sign that proudly suggested "No
> smoking in my DAMN Dungeon!".
>
> Gregory glanced at Amanda, sharing a smile.
>
> Amanda was not left out. A lovely new leather outfit that definitely was
> for scening had appeared under the tree. A crop and a flogger in a deep
> purple were received. A small envelope containing a wildly extravagant
> year end bonus from Ms. Kathleen and the promise of a vacation in the
> coming year.
>
> Amanda hugged the outfit to her and smiled deeply. A new year starting
> soon. What would it bring for her?
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