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Subject: STORY: Nothing Like The Sun Pt.10
Date: 1 May 1997 23:49:48 GMT
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   STANDARD DISCLAIMER: The following story contains scenes of female
domination. Those with moral objections to such activity as well as those
under legal age should not read this story.
   All the characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to
persons living, dead, or undead is completely coincidental. The author
makes no claims about any of the products, movies, artists or children's
stories mentioned in this story, other than they exist and are a part of
our culture at large.  

                             Nothing Like The Sun
                                 By L.Corvidae
                            Chapter Ten: Libations
Sunday
    That Sunday was the best i'd ever had. True, my ankles were chained to
the frame of Mistress' sofa sleeper bed, but i didn't have to wear the
chastity belt, and Mistress, amazingly, waited on me hand and foot all
day. She even went so far as to go out to Hardee's and buy me the
breakfast biscuits i liked so much. i had ice cream for dinner. i felt
like the kid who'd just had his tonsils out.
   i was apparently supposed to have some sort of antibacterial goo
applied to my piercings three times a day, which meant that three times on
Sunday She took my genitals in Her left hand and held them softly while
She tended to my wound.
   Of course, not an hour went by that She didn't at least once shoot me a
cautionary look that told me all i needed to know: Do NOT get used to
this. Still, i had a grand old time even with the lingering pain to remind
me of the previous night's activities.
   By mid-afternoon something seemed to be bothering Her. i was very much
afraid that i was tiring Her out or She was just getting bored with me, so
shortly after finishing my ice cream i voiced my concerns and told Her i
didn't need Her to take such good care of me if She didn't want to.  She
just laughed at me in a tired sort of way and said: "That's very sweet of
you michael, but not everything in My life revolves around YOU."
   i wondered what She meant by that, but i let it drop.
   Despite Her flagging energy, She'd even gone to my apartment- She still
had the key - and brought me clothes for work so i could just leave
directly from Her place in the morning.  
   i wasn't sure how to react around Lindsey the next day. i wasn't one
hundred percent SURE she'd been there, and i wasn't sure how i felt about
it if she had. i went back to my usual smile and nod and then ducked into
my office. i was also moving swiftly to avoid anyone noticing the stud in
my still angry and reddened earlobe.
    When Lindsey went on break she slipped into my office and put her arms
around me gently, kissing the very spot the "fondler" had Saturday night.
She had the same perfume too.
   For a moment we looked into each other's eyes as we accepted that the
other knew and understood. Then she said in a quiet, humble voice, "Thank
you, Michael."
   "I don't think you should thank ME, I probably wouldn't have... I
mean..."
   She looked at me askance.
   "God, that thing on your head really did cut you off from the world,
didn't it?"
   i nodded. "Why?" i asked.
   "I wasn't thanking you about being there while you were pierced," she
said, giggling a little, "I was thanking you about Mandy!"
   i gave her a look of utter blankness and confusion and she REALLY burst
into laughter.
   "But.. I thought she..."
   "You mean Jeff? Jesus, I met him! He was a real catch, let me tell
you!" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "God, you're impossible
to figure out, Michael! One minute you're, like, so damn.... Midwestern
and the next minute..." her voice trailed off but she smiled at me
wickedly.
   "Cool?" i ventured. She doubled over in laughter. 
   While she was trying to control herself, and apologize profusely for
trashing my ego, something she'd said about the headgear clicked in my
mind.
   "Wait... Mandy was there too?"
   She had to wipe away tears. She nodded.
   "She's the one who did it! That's WHY I got to go."
   My thoughts were bouncing around in my head like a racquetball in play.
   "Her brother, like, does it for a living and she helps out on her off
hours. She was very professional about the whole thing. Too much so in a
way."
   "Why?"
   "Well, she and Catherine were really going at it. It really, really
upset Mandy that you couldn't talk or speak on your behalf."
   "It's probably for the best she couldn't hear me," i admitted.
   She was gazing down at her foot, twirling it around on the floor
nervously. "Well, I kind of told her, assured her, y'know? That it was
okay with you."
   "Hey! Where do you get off speaking for me!"
   Now she looked genuinely upset. "Um, I mean, you were, like, eating at
a public restaurant with a dog collar on, for God's sake! I mean, I
guess... Catherine sort of explained the deal with playing the game and I
guess..."
   She couldn't talk for a minute. i realized she had only been trying to
help me, but it still bothered me.
   "WOULD you have done it? If you'd had the freedom to choose?" she
asked, meeting my gaze a little defiantly.
   i thought that over. "Maybe. Yes, probably. Not that much at once,
though. And NOT with that fucking thing at the end!" i added emphatically,
rubbing my sore ear.
   "The gun?"
   "Whatever it was."
   "Like I said, Mandy was the total professional. Catherine wanted her to
use the gun for ALL of them!"
   i tried to imagine that. my mind balked at the prospect. 
   "I mean, they REALLY went at it! God, when it came time for the
guiche..."
   i had to ask her what that was. She pointed.
   "Anyway, Mandy didn't want to do it because Catherine's got you wearing
the belt, right? And it's like really, really important you keep that area
clean. And Mandy kept saying how she was nervous that it would be hard to
keep clean with the belt on, y'know, really belaboring the point?"
   i nodded. 
   "And Catherine, like, blows it and screams 'I'll lick the fucking area
clean every fucking night myself!' "
   "I remember Her raising Her voice, I think..." i admitted.
   "Well, if it were me, I'd hold her to that!" she said with a wink.
   i quickly switched gears and asked, "Was it me, or was that a vet's
office?"
   She went shoe-gazing again. "Ummm... can't tell you."
   "Why not? I mean, I was mostly curious why it would be in a place like
that?"
   "Autoclave."
   She had to explain that to me too.
* * * *
   When Lindsey went back to work, i didn't. Instead i pulled out the
phone book and began to root through the ads in the yellow pages for
veterinary clinics. One, the W- Animal Hospital, had a Dr. Catherine K-,
DVM listed
along with three other male vets. Notably, the address was just a few
blocks down the road from Her favorite Chinese restaurant.
   At lunch, i drove out there, parked in the lot of a Long John Silver's
across the street, dashed over to the other side, and snuck into the rear
- "employees" - parking lot.
   Her car wasn't there, but there was a beat up gray compact that looked
a LOT like Mandy's. i wished i'd paid more attention when we'd dropped her
off after the concert. The car had several stickers in the window for
"Phish" and one with dancing teddy bears; and had a bumper sticker that
read: MY OTHER CAR IS SLOW TOO!
  There was a backdoor with a concrete step. i quickly tried to pace out
my route to a hypothetical car trunk from it. It felt right.
   When i got back to the office, Lindsey told me i had a message. She
looked upset, so i didn't know what to make of it when i read the note she
handed me.
   PATIO MIDNIGHT
   "Is everything okay?" she asked.
   "Yeah, why?"
   "She sounded... bad I guess."
   "Mad?"
   "No, bad. Sick."
   i wanted to take off work right then and go to Her, but the note said
MIDNIGHT.
*  *  *  *
   For the second time in a month, midnight took forever to arrive. Twice
i jumped out of the skin when my phone rang. One was a telemarketer, the
other was mom, checking up on me.
   The drive to Her house was nerve-wracking. i remembered how She'd seem
to wane as Sunday had gone on. At 11:56 i jumped out of my car and
sprinted across Her lawn. She was waiting on the patio, dressed in Her
jeans and T-shirt combo. Her skin didn't seem pale in the moonlight, it
was pallid. She was gazing at the sky and didn't even acknowledge me at
first, except to say in a dreamy voice, "Full moon tonight."
   i didn't know what to say. She led me inside, moving very slowly and
deliberately. i was boling over with concern, but She merely ordered me to
strip in that same sluggish, out-of-it voice. In the close confines of the
mud room i noticed something else: a smell. A stink, really; an organic,
yet unfamiliar stink. It was coming from Her.
   She led me into the dungeon and ordered me to get two sets of cuffs
linked by long chains. When i turned around again with them, She was
leaning heavily against the doorjamb for support. Her face was scrunched
up tight and i could now make out a sheen of sweat across Her face.
   "Mistress?" i asked, horrified.
   "M'okay," She slurred, "Didn't want to take drugs, want to keep m'head
clear."
   "Drugs for what?"
   She snapped Her fingers and turned slowly on Her heel. She led me back
to the mud room, and, to my nervous surprise, opened the door and led me,
naked and collared, into Her back yard.
   At the far end of the yard, at the edge of the woods, was a
single-piece picnic table. She ordered me to find the little hooks set
into the underside of the table. i looped the links of the chains to the
hooks and then She ordered me up on the table to lie on my back.
   She fastened the cuffs to my ankles and wrists. i was lying face up and
spread-eagled under the open night sky.
   "Full moon," She said again, tying a black silk blindfold over my eyes.
   "In pagan times the full moon was considered a time of great power.
Female power. Sacrifices were made to it. Sacrifices of blood. Virgins."
   The air was so cool, but that wasn't why i was shivering. i heard a
"zip" and the rustle of denim.
   "Libations to the Goddess." The table rocked and the wood stressed out
beneath me as she climbed on. The table was straining to stay upright as
She stood up on it. She stepped cautiously until She was directly standing
over my head. That smell, that stink, was overpowering.
   "Are you prepared to worship your Goddess?" She croaked, Her voice
giving up on Her.
   As i opened my mouth to say "Yes, Mistress," a single DROP fell into
it. 
   The TASTE i knew, had known from sucking on countless cuts and
suffering numerous school yard altercations. i had just never smelled so
much blood before.
   "Worship me," She said through the cloud of Her pain as She squatted
down. "Eat of my body, drink of my blood."
   Straining my mouth to reach Her bloody cunt, i did.
* * * *
Saturday
   It took Her a couple of days to recover from Her period. By the time we
got to the gym She was still pretty weak and i'd offered to wait a week
until She was feeling better; but She'd have none of it. Given the
delicate situation with my own body, i suppose we were on a somewhat level
playing field after all.
   The belt had gone back on Tuesday, but every night She'd removed it and
carefully cleaned and applied ointment to my wound. She did NOT, however,
make good on Her promise to Mandy and regrettably i lacked the courage to
call Her on it.
   She spanked me a few times over the week, but mostly we just talked.
Again, it was impossible for me to tell when She was merely playing
devil's advocate to goad me on and when She was really defending Her
beliefs.
   The game that Saturday was sluggish and sloppy. We went into our fist
match game tie breaker and when the final rally was over and the ball hit
the floor, i had won.
   We were both wasted by the experience, yet i could see something in Her
eyes that bothered me. There was a stubborn resistance there, a desire not
to want to acknowledge the outcome. But, fortunately, at least that night,
She was far too exhausted to act on those impulses. There were tiny red
stains on the front of my shirt, and i was bleeding from the guiche as
well.
   i changed, showered, and met Her at the car. She hadn't said if i
should put the belt back on or not, so i'd erred on the side of caution
and had. There was a new tension between us as we rode home, different
than the one usually generated by my fear and uncertainty. 
   When we arrived, i was ordered through the slave's entrance as usual.
Before She dismissed me, She asked about the belt and when i told her, She
said to remove it as well as my clothes.
   i met Her in the dungeon. She still had on Her workout clothes. She led
me to an "X" frame in one corner of the room and for a moment i hesitated.
   "Tonight is yours, michael," She explained wearily. "But you are STILL
my slave!"
   She strapped me to the frame, walked away and turned out the lights
before going upstairs.
   In the dark, the night certainly didn't feel like it was mine.
   It took a while for Her to return, but God was it worth the wait! The
smell of the leather reached my nostrils before the supple, sensual creak
and groan of it reached my ears. Heels clicked on the floor.
   The light snapped on, blinding me for a second, and when my vision
cleared i could make no sound but a single, inarticulate moan of pure
pleasure; the equal to the one i had made that first night upon that first
vision of Her as a Domme.
   She was wearing a leather catsuit, a leather catwoman suit to be
precise; no doubt meant as an homage to my oft-spoken of fondness for
comic books. my body shook and bucked in the frame more violently than it
had in all our previous sessions combined; but this time it had nothing to
do with pain or cold or fear.
   "Do you like this, michael?" She sad, twirling around, modeling it for
me. The word "Yes" was beyond me, all i could do was whimper like a puppy
starving for affection. My fuses were blowing and She hadn't even touched
me yet.
   When She wrapped Her gloved hand around the base of my cock i cried
out. The sensation was more intense than anything i had ever known. my
body twisted and turned as Her hand made the short trip to the head of my
penis. She squeezed when She got to the rose-colored tip. i screamed.
   i was blubbering, crying. It took Her only three such languid pulls
before i shot. She didn't try to move away as my semen hit Her square in
the chest, leaving long milky streaks against the black leather.
   She milked me for a moment or two afterward, and i came again! This
time the cum didn't so much shoot out as bubble up from the tip and ooze
all over Her gloves.
   She got a towel and wiped Herself off, wiped me off and wiped up the
floor. i hung on the frame limp and literally drained.
   "Do you understand now, michael?" 
   "Yes Mistress."
   "Good. Because the pleasure you have felt tonight is nothing compared
to what you WILL experience should you win again? Understand?" 
   i nodded.
   "Just as the torments you have faced so far are but trivial annoyances
compared to what you will yet endure. The reward will always be
commensurate with the risk you face. Remember that." She turned off the
lights again, and left me strapped to the frame for the night. 
   What i remembered most, however, was that look on Her face when She
lost.

END OF CHAPTER TEN

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   Once, I swore I would die for you,
   But I never meant like this.
   I never meant like this.
   No, I never meant like this.

                Stabbing Westward "Shame"

