# Chapter Twenty Three: The Sad Tale of Mistress Melody

Author: | Gospodin

The Orderly handed Marie some of his lunch through the bars of his cell, and she ate as he told the story of Melody.

He had met Melody at a bondage picnic in a nearby national park. She had charmed him with her fire and sex appeal, and by the end of the month she had collared him. He lived with her and tended to her needs, and they played in ways that he had never dreamed possible. As Marie watched him speak, she could see the love he had for Melody mixed with painful regret.

"She was a ferocious businesswoman, and her work began to take up more and more of her time. Sometimes she'd leave me locked in my cage and stay at work until midnight. I could see that the stress was eating away at her, and I think her business was going poorly (although she would never admit it to me).

"One day she just dragged me to the stocks and began whipping me without stopping. I cried out for mercy, and even used the safeword that we had invented before my collaring. She just wouldn't stop. Eventually I blacked out, and found myself in the emergency room.

"Our doctor was part of the group that organized the picnic where we met, and he spoke with me at great length about her behavior. He could tell that I was too in love with her to say anything bad, but I guess he read between the lines. He told me that if I wanted to truly serve her, then I had to help her through this crisis.

"So I got a referral to Dr. Rosenstock, who confirmed a mental breakdown diagnosis. He said there was a special institute, one that did not view our lifestyle as symptoms of mental illness, one that would understand our relationship. He promised nothing, but... he gave us hope.

"I went and visited her every chance I got. It pained me to see my Mistress bound up in straightjackets, doped into compliance. It was months before she and I could have a conversation like old times, but something in her had changed.

"You have to understand that Melody was 100% Domme. The very thought of subbing was completely alien to her. We were given an hour of unsupervised privacy in her padded cell, and I would try to serve her as I had at home. But one day she started... I dunno, bottoming from the top I guess you could say.

"It was subtle at first. She had me make love to her pinned against the wall, or she would start her normal sexual teasing but give in quickly and go all the way. She sucked my cock, held me close, and I started to feel, well... awkward and conspicuous.

"It wasn't long after that that she started barking orders for me to pull her hair or fuck her tits. She had me take her anally, pin her arms behind her back, pinch her nipples, and finally she demanded that I count out spankings I was giving to her!

"When she was released, I drove her home and prepared a candlelit dinner. I wanted to put her back in her throne and feed her the way I used to, but she spat insults and ordered me to stand up and be a man and sit at the table. She snapped at me all night long, berating me for my weakness. It wasn't exactly what she said that got to me, but something in the way she said it was different from our usual games.

"I woke in the small hours of the morning to see her sitting before the vanity mirror. It was dark, and she had lit a single candle by the bedside. I remember it was one of the fat red ones she used to pour wax from when she still dommed me. She was just gazing, eyes bottomless pools of shadow, into her own reflection. Her chest rose and fell with deep panicked breaths, and she was... growling, or intoning something just out of the range of hearing.

"As the days went on I found her engaging in elaborate self-bondage using all of my equipment. She got her nipples pierced, and then her clit hood. She started going out dressed in provocative outfits, coming home days later covered in welts or boxed in a crate or stark naked.

"Two weeks later she put me in my straitjacket and chastity tube and locked me in my cage. I looked up into her sad, furious eyes, and moaned a plea for help around my gag. She simply knelt there, palms upturned on her knees, and waited.

"To my horror, several men in black leather entered the room. They hooded her and put her in stocks before leading her away by a leash attached to her clit ring. I had never expected to see her go in such a humiliating way. My cage was hauled into a truck and locked next to hers, and I spent the whole journey watching her broken form shake and moan as we were shipped to this place.

"That is how we came to be here. I was locked into this new belt and given orderly duties, and she has been going through slave training for the past two years. I see her occasionally, and have even been serviced by her a few times, but she never comes to see me. She still has a lot of that dominant fire in her, but the slave girl has almost taken over."

The orderly sighed, his story finished. Marie had been listening so intently that she didn't notice that she had finished all the food. She looked into the orderly's pained face and saw real suffering.

"You still love her." Marie whispered, wishing simultaneously that she could never leave his side and that he could fly to happiness under the lash of her classroom bully.

"Enough about me, dear." he sighed, "Tell me who you are and how you came to join this place."

Marie looked down at her hands, which rested primly on the bars that held her companion captive. "I... I don't... Well, my Mistress sent me here."

His face softened, "And is she a loving Mistress?"

"Well, she is a strong mistress, and she reminds me of your description of melody as a Domme, really. I-- you see, I haven't met yer yet. I'm not ready, so I am training to be a good slave for her. My good friend Angelica is in charge of me for now." Was that pity or sympathy Marie saw in the orderly's face?

"And Angelica, you love her?"

Marie looked up at the man, startled. Shaking somewhat, she pressed her face to the bars, her breath dusting his neck as she spoke in a whisper.

"I do... I used to dream that she would take me in her arms and sweep me away. I once thought that she would be the one person I could tell about my fetishes. I love her dearly and fear that she has chosen the wrong Master. I always thought that when I showed her my erotic side we would become so close, but now we're both erotic playpets and we live in the same house but it's like we're kept in separate kennels and..."

Marie's eyes were glossy with unspilt tears, and she stayed pressed against the bars, a schoolgirl on tiptoes leaning into the confessional. The orderly stroked her cheek gently with a finger, and before either of them had thought about it they were locked in a gentle and tender kiss.

The kiss held, shifting and exploring. The orderly slipped a hand into Marie's shirt and massaged a ringed nipple with the tender grace of an expert. Lips parted slightly, and Marie's sobs became sighs, sighs became gentle moans.

But the moans suddenly became grunts, then squeals, and Marie broke off the kiss and crumpled to her knees, hugging herself in a tight ball.

"What is it? What's wrong? What did I do?" The orderly knelt down within his cell, watching her with helpless alarm.

Marie stayed curled up for a short time, and then let out a long slow breath. Her shaky hands reached for the bars of the cage, and she pulled herself upright once more.

"No, no.. I'm all right. Really, you didn't do anything. It wasn't that bad, it just caught me by surprise is all." Marie lifted her skirt to reveal a yellow warning light on the front panel of her chastity belt.

"Ah, it must be First Bell already," the orderly sighed with relief. "You have enough time to make it back to your classroom before the second. Third bell is a harsh one, and truancy mode is something I'm glad I never had to experience!" he gestured to one of the cells down the hall, "During exam week, a group of girls dragged a rival up here and cuffed her to that cell. Her screams lasted the whole four-hour exam period, and three hours in she lost her voice!"

Marie involuntarily put a hand to her behind and began rubbing the belt strap absently as she pushed the lift call button. It came as she was thinking of politics and punishment, and she stepped in. As the doors closed she heard her orderly friend call to her from down the hall.

"Marie!" The Orderly called after her, nearly in tears himself. "If you still can... Submit to the One you want to belong to!"

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