Message-ID: <5711eli$9711201332@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tigger@alices.REMOVE.com Subject: Story: The Pregnant Domina (FemDom, F/m, CD, Romance) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.tg,soc.subculture.bondage-bdsm Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: The Pregnant Domina by Tigger revised copyright 1997 I watched as she struggled to lift herself out of bed. I moved to help her and was rewarded by an angry glare, which I ignored. She didn't stop me as I supported her back and took the off center weight of her body in my arms. Once she was sitting upright, she slid her feet to the floor on the edge of the bed. She rested a moment gathering herself for her next effort. I sat beside her, still supporting her. When she moved to stand, I slyly added my strength to help her move her bulk upright. A near snarl, once she was upright, told me that I had not been as subtle as I thought. She knew I had helped, and she hated needing that help. Mistress Kyra Byers, the woman I love, was almost eight months pregnant, and damned ready for it to be over. The fact that she had to face six more weeks of impending motherhood, combined with the fact that the doctor thought she was not yet as large as she would be were responsible for a lot of her temper. The fact that I was there to witness her incapacity, and worse, that I was giving her help that she needed, made it even worse for her. Frankly, since that first day when I had moved in (well, in all honesty, barged in) with her, she had done her level best to make my life hell, to make me leave, I think. I smiled grimly. Not in this lifetime, lady, I am where I have to be. She shuffled off to the bathroom, her huge tummy forcing her to counterbalance with a back arch that compounded her discomfort. Resignedly, I waited for what I knew would come next. "... Mark." Her voice from behind the door was resigned, even a little defeated. It was killing me. I walked to the bathroom door and knocked softly. "Come in, Mark, I know you are waiting. I can't get up." I entered the bathroom, to find her struggling futilely on the low toilet seat, almost in tears. She was furious with herself for what she perceived as weakness. Not offering comfort that I knew would be rejected, I put my arm back around her and helped her to her feet, letting go once she had regained her balance. I would probably pay for this later. Once that particular humiliation was complete, she abruptly dismissed me from her room and set about getting ready to go to work. Mistress is an executive administrator for one of the large multinationals that had their home base in the city. She was training her replacement and would start maternity leave in about four weeks when that was complete. After the baby was born, she had to decide if she was going to accept a promotion that she had been offered, or whether she was going to take a less demanding job that would give her time for her unexpected family. That choice did not make her very happy either. She came down to the dining room where I served her breakfast. Milk (which she loves), iron fortified hot cereal (which she loathes), a bagel with light cream cheese (which she tolerates), and a chilled orange juice, but no coffee (which she craves). I sat there, drinking my own juice watching her eat, trying not to cringe under her steely glares. She finished the last bite of the cereal, and washed it down with her entire glass of juice. She patted her mouth with her napkin and then got up to gather her bag and briefcase. "Mark, I will be a little late tonight. I will want to test you after dinner, so be prepared." No surprise, there. "But Mistress, we have class tonight after dinner." She hated Lamaze class most of all, and for the life of me, I didn't know why, but she did this to me every Wednesday. Her face clouded, and she collected herself. "Very Well, then we will delay the test until we get home." She gave me a smirk reminiscent of her old, mischievously evil self. "You will be dressed for it, won't you, Mark." I grinned back at her. "As you say, Mistress." She spun as quickly as her tummy would permit and left for work. Her parting shot was her little reminder that "Markie" would be attending Mistress. Markie was my feminized alter ego. Prior to her pregnancy, Mistress had been trying to get me 'out' as Markie and I had fought her every step, even to the point of using my 'safeword'. When Mistress had fiercely fought starting the Lamaze training (that her doctor insisted was mandatory for such a petite woman), I had bargained Markie's debut among the masses against her getting the training she needed. Mistress wanted Markie out in the world more than she wanted to avoid Lamaze, so now Markie is Mistress's very terrified birth coach. So terrified in fact, that I don't even think about passing anymore - I just do. What surprised me was that none of the women gave me a second look. I guess a woman in the final stages of pregnancy isn't going to look very long at anything resembling a 'slender' female. The men, on the other hand, are another story all together. I am constantly under very close scrutiny at the class, by every male there. Only my whole hearted concentration on Mistress keeps me from running screaming into the night. While at class, I keep my words pitched very low as I quietly coach Mistress, so my voice doesn't give me away. I don't think that I look unfeminine in the sweater and jeans Mistress lets me wear (only because the Nurse Midwife said "no skirts". Mistress's first outfit of a short skirt and heels was specifically pointed out as inappropriate by the nurse.). But for all that, I can't shake the awareness of all those males staring at me, evaluating me, and I can't decide whether it is because they see me as the only non-pregnant female in the room, or because my cover is blown. Mistress, naturally, given her normal disposition and her current mood, is no help at all. She just gives me a smirk, or an evil grin, and pats me on the ass, or pinches my cheeks, then tells me to ignore them. Yeah, right, uh huh, sure, Mistress. I first met Mistress a couple of years ago, when I worked for the same company as she did (where she still does work). She is really a tiny thing, only five feet one inch tall, and not quite a hundred pounds. Her hair is black and she has always kept in a short, saucy cut that hugs the elegant shape of her head. She says that she wears it that way because it is easy to maintain. I think it is sexy as all hell. Her eyes are startling green against her almond complexion. She is not classically beautiful, but she is striking, and on the rare occasions when that wonderful smile emerges, the world stops around her just to look at her. I wanted to date her back then, but she did not date co workers. We did become friends, and I learned to like her as well as want her. Later, when I left the firm to start my own business, I asked her out again. That time she accepted. We dated for several months and I began to get very serious about her. To my intense delight and encouragement, we were very affectionate together. We would pet and kiss passionately, but she always stopped before we made love, much to my frustration. That I had been carrying an engagement ring in my pocket for weeks, just waiting for the slightest indication she was ready for us to go further, only made each smiling, good night kiss at her door harder to take. I am ashamed, now, to admit that I started keeping an eye on her. It wasn't stalking, not in the current sense, but I was following her, and watching her home. I started to see a pattern of men visiting her at odd hours on weekends and on nights that we did not have a date. They'd come in, stay for an hour or two, then leave alone. Jealousy billowed up inside me, as I reached an obvious conclusion. This went on for over a week, dating one night, watching her house the next as she would open her door to a man, who would then leave a couple of hours later. Then, I exploded. I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say that as one of her visitors was leaving, I barged into her house, ranting and raving - the proto-typical outraged male. One reason I won't bore you with such details is that I don't remember much of it. I pray each night that I did not threaten or try to harm Kyra, but I do know that she felt threatened. She retaliated physically. Not expecting it from her, I did not guard against it. She dropped me with one, well placed kick to the groin, and the world went dark. When I awoke, my groin was on fire, but I could not move to relieve or attempt to ease the pain. My hands were restrained behind me and beneath me as I lay upon my back against a hard surface. I could not move my feet, either. A weight settled on my chest and made breathing difficult. I opened my eyes. The weight was Kyra, but it was a Kyra I had never seen before. When I had forced my way in she had been swathed in a thick, velvety, floor length robe. Now, black lingerie, made of what I now know to be leather, enhanced and presented, rather than hid her charms. Something that looked like my grandfather's razor strops, but with a wooden handle was in her hand. It was then that I realized that she was nude below the waist. The stiff strap poked under my chin to lift my eyes to hers before I could get more than a fleeting look. "I am disappointed, Mark, disappointed and hurt. I thought you were different, that we might be building something together, and you come roaring in here like some possessive, arrogant Lord of the Manor." "You're disappointed? You're hurt?" Every word was punctuated in pain. "I've been faithful to you, I wanted to marry you. Every night you aren't with me you entertain men here." "We have been busy, haven't we?" She scowled down at me. "Well, you would have had to learn before I could have accepted you anyway." Her words were strange, without meaning to me. Learn? Learn what? She continued without giving me a chance to speak "Since you have screwed up so badly, I will at least give you the explanation you seem to want more than you wanted me." It was then that I first learned of Mistress Kyra, Domina. Dominant all her life, Kyra had put herself through school by working in one of the better schools of dominance in the San Francisco Bay Area, and now continued as a practicing dominant as a lark, a sideline, a means of relieving the tension of her high powered position at work, and because she liked it. The men were her slaves, submissives, bottoms - words I had never used in such context before. Men who gave her gifts and money for the opportunity to serve her. I was dumbfounded. "We were so close, Mark, but you couldn't wait, couldn't trust me, couldn't even confide in me." She stood and released the shackles that held my feet. With her weight gone, I could sit up and saw that the shackles were attached to the legs of the living room couch. "Come on, stand up, it is time for you to get out of here." I stood, still favoring my testicles. Surprisingly strong hands gripped me from behind and shoved me to the door. Something grated in the vicinity of what ever held me and I was pushed out the door. "The key is in the lock of the cuffs, Mark. Those cuffs have enough play in them for you to free yourself. Leave, and do not come back. Do not even contact me again. We are through." The door slammed behind me, punctuated by the audible clicks of two deadbolts shooting home. As she said, I was able to free myself, but not without major contortions. My temper was still running high. I pulled the ring out of my pocket, and threw the designer jewel box through her front window, then stomped off to my car and left. The next day, a package arrived by special courier. In it was my ring and a note. "I do not accept gifts from boys who have proven themselves to be unworthy. Mistress Kyra" It should have been all over. She had betrayed me. Only it wasn't. The next three weeks were hell. She scared me, she really did. I knew nothing about such things as she had told me and when I went to the local adult bookstore to check out the magazines and such on D/S, I was even more frightened of her. But I still wanted her. And in the end, I knew that I still loved her. The turning point came when I realized that some of the ads in those magazines were from submissives who were appealing for a dominant. I already knew her, knew her address. I still wanted to be with her. I hoped she still wanted me with her, but she was the wronged party. I had to make restitution. I had to show her that I recognized her true worth. In truth, I did not view myself as a submissive like those men in the magazine. But if such a submission to her was the way to get Kyra back in my life, then that is what I would do. Life as her submissive could not be worse than the way I had lived for the last month without her entirely. I went to a specialty shop and bought a special, antique style writing parchment, complete with a satin ribbon to roll it in. I wrote a letter on that heavy parchment in my very best penmanship. I considered paying a professional calligrapher, but decided against it. This was more personal, more me to her, than that would be. Besides, I did not think I could face sharing this with someone else. In that letter, I acknowledged my guilt and my lack of trust. I begged her forgiveness, and I begged the opportunity to prove my worthiness by serving her in any manner she deemed appropriate. I paid the same courier service to deliver the letter on Wednesday, and then waited by the phone for the next forty eight hours. I was almost in despair when the phone rang at nine PM, Friday night. Her tone was sharp and clipped in my ear, but she sounded like an angel from heaven promising me one last chance at salvation. "I have received your request and I am inclined to test your resolve. If you please me, I may decide to permit you to continue in my service as one of my slaves. I will not give you the chance to hurt me again as you did before. The test I have in mind is demanding and will require you to attend me for the weekend. You may need to plan on taking time off from work next week to recover. Be on my doorstep tomorrow morning at eight o'clock sharp. If you are not there, this is the last time I will ever speak to you." The phone connection broke and I was left listening to the buzz of a dial tone, only then realizing that I had not said a single word. And then I was really scared to death. One of the books I had read told the story of a man who made such a restitution to his lover and had been laid up for a week. Could she do that to me? Memories of the pain in my balls and that wicked strap told me that she was fully capable of it. Would she do it? I did not know, but I would have to chance that if it was what it took to be with her again. I was on her doorstep as ordered and was led into her house where she had me strip and then took my clothes away. In the clear light of now, what actually happened was comparatively gentle. Mistress knew how ill prepared I was for entry into that facet of her life. Looking back, I am sure that the real test was the commitment to show up at all and then to stay until released in the face of the ominous nature of her "invitation". I spent the weekend nude, scurrying about her house doing various menial and humiliating tasks. Of course, my performance never met her exacting standards. I was spanked repeatedly, but it was always by hand, hairbrush or by paddle. (a very gentle paddle I was later to learn). My bottom stung, to be sure, but it was not hurtful, only embarrassing. At the end of the weekend, she released me and gave me back my clothes. She told me that I had earned a place in her stable and that if I worked very hard and pleased her greatly, I might have a chance of something more. I left her that night feeling that I had done something important, although I could not put into words what that was. After that, I became like the men I had watched. One night a week and at least one full day every weekend, I would attend Mistress in her home. It was a full year of such training before I had the courage to face myself as a true sexually submissive male. I am not submissive at all in other facets of my life. I am a demanding, but fair boss, I'm an aggressive player on the tennis courts and on the links, and I am becoming proficient at the martial arts. It is only with Mistress Kyra, that such feelings, such needs are set free to find expression and acceptance. It was during that training that I discovered just how gentle that first weekend had been. I met the strap (or perhaps more correctly, *it* met me), and I did not like it very much - like not at all. Sitting was difficult that week. I experienced bondage positions that made me painfully aware of new and unique muscle groups on the days following those sessions. As ordered, though, I had worked very hard to prove myself to Mistress, and slowly, over time, I felt that she was again coming to think of me as more than a member of her stable. Perhaps not yet as a future mate I still longed to be, a mate who would be submissive to her, to be sure, but still someone to be with her, to be there for her. I continued to work to that goal. Our only disagreement was Markie. After that initial year of training, my first indication that Mistress was starting to value me again was that she gave me a safe word. Up to that point, my safe word was to ask to leave. During the second year, Mistress discovered the female in my soul and worked diligently to bring her out to play. My medium height (for a male) and my slender build, made me ideal (so Mistress delighted in telling me) for cross dressing. She trained me in cosmetics, in color coordination, in mannerisms and in voice inflection. She drilled me relentlessly on how to walk, how to sit, how to flirt. I was trained to play the vamp and the lady. She liked the vamp, my cautious soul lusted after the vamp, but preferred the lady. The blow up came when she decided to debut Markie, and I balked. I was dressed to the nines in a very pretty party dress. Mistress herself had tastefully applied my cosmetics so I looked far better than I ever had before. Secretly, I was thrilled by how I looked, but once she told me what was planned, I panicked. Never mind that she promised that the nightclub would be dark, that it was out of town, that she would get us a private table or that we would not socialize among the patrons, I simply could not face the potential of discovery. She pressed and I finally, scared out of my wits that I would be cast off, but in too much of a dither to do otherwise, code-worded her order. She looked at me in blank surprise. I had taken intense corporal sessions, strict bondage and other equally demanding tests without that crutch being used. She finally sat down and looked at me for the longest time, studying me. "Very well, Mark." That brought me upright. She never called me Mark while I was dressed. "You aren't ready for this. Please go change into your clothes. We are done for today." I thought I was being sent away for good. I opened my mouth to plead, but she kept on speaking. "Come back tomorrow and we will continue your training." Then, she left me and went to her room, locking the door. It was not until much later that it occurred to me that she was giving me space to recover. The next day, it was back to our relationship as usual. And as Markie progressed, Mistress Kyra's hints about a debut took the direction of verbal teasing and humiliation. I noticed that she always watched my face very carefully at those times. I suspect that she would have had me out the door in a second if she saw the slightest acceptance, but she never pressured me on it again. Then came the night about 10 months ago, when we were in her play room and I was bound on my back on a low bench. It was an incredibly playful session. Mistress was in one of her teasing moods and was thoroughly enjoying the game of driving me insane. She kept me on the edge of orgasm until I thought my heart would burst. I guess I was not the only one affected by her game though, because the next thing I knew, she had taken me into her hot, wet depths. I thought I was in Paradise. In all our time together, the closest I got to making love with Mistress was the oral worship which she loved and which she demanded I become superb at. All of my orgasms had been by hand - mine or hers, usually mine so she could watch. The incredible heat, the velvety steel grip drove me wild. The bench creaked in response to my straining. I fought for control, fought to prolong the joy of being one with Kyra. She came, and the world went mad. I was lost and out of control, spurting jet after jet into her as she literally milked me in her orgasm. Mistress passed out and fell against me, my cock still softening inside of her. She came to slowly, then sat up and looked at me quizzically, as if wondering how that had happened. She got off me and, after releasing me, sent me home, very confused. I was not just confused, I was flabbergasted when a call came later in the week on my answer phone. "This is Kyra. You are released from my service. Do not contact me or bother me again. This is good bye." I had sat there, staring at the machine, playing and replaying the message, wondering what I had done. I went to her house, but she would not even answer the door. I went to her office, but she went to the ladies room and then had security escort me out. I was inconsolable. I did not know what I had done or what I could do. I started watching her again, trying to learn anything I could about what had gone wrong. The first thing I realized was that no other men came to see her anymore. In fact, no one visited her anymore. It was very curious. Then, about a month after my dismissal, she left home immediately after arriving from work. I followed her and saw that she went to a Doctor's office. Concerned, I waited for her to come out. When she did, she was moving like a zombie. She seemed confused, in shock. Whatever was wrong, she was in no condition to drive. I met her at her car and took her arm to lead her to my car. It is a measure of just how out of it she was that she let me lead her off so docilely. I drove her home, and settled her onto her bed. I brought her some soup and tea, and watched while she ate it. I was leaving the room when she started to cry. "Kyra, what is it?' I dropped the tray and moved to her side. "What is it? You are sick? What did the doctor say?" Now, I truly understood fear. Everything else was pale in comparison to the soul numbing terror of losing her. She looked up at me with tear filled eyes, and started giggling uncontrollably. "No, Mark, I am not sick, I am pregnant - and I don't even know who the father is...." She broke into sobs again. I gave what comfort I could, just holding her. Finally she fell into a fitful sleep. I spent the night sitting next to her bed, watching over her. The next day, she tried to throw me out, make me leave. I may be submissive, but I am also strong willed about important things - like Kyra. She finally accepted me living there to take care of her in return for my servitude. In reality, she did everything she could to run me off. Everything got more intense, and yes, more painful, but I stuck it out. After she figured out she would have to really injure me to make me leave, she resigned herself to making me merely miserable and doing her level best to humiliate me into turning on her and leaving. That didn't work either, but I have to give her an A for effort. One particular stunt sticks in my mind. I made the typically male mistake of commiserating with her by saying "I know how you feel." Not smart, particularly when dealing with a woman who is not particularly happy with me and one who has some very unusual and specialized connections. Three weeks later I found myself in a rubber body suit that included breasts, and one thing more. A fill connection. Mistress hooked me up to her garden hose and turned on the water. The rubber at my lower abdomen started to fill and in no time, I was preceded by about 25 pounds of water that pulled me off balance and put a tremendous strain on my back and shoulders. The addition of a maternity dress and Markie looked for all the world to be about ten months pregnant. I spent that entire day waddling about the house trying to accomplish the daily tasks Mistress had assigned me, trying to stand and sit without killing myself, and continually rubbing at the small of my back. The absolute killer was when she insisted that the kitchen floor be scrubbed and waxed (by hand!. My back still quivers in the memory of supporting that off balance weight on my knees and one hand while trying to handle the scrub brush. Before finally emptying the water balloon and releasing me to go to bed, Kyra had looked me squarely in the eye and said, "NOW, you know PART of what I feel." After that, I got to be "pregnant" at least one day a week after that, although she never filled the suit quite *that* full again. I got her point, though, and made it my point never to be quite so placating again. The phone rang as I was putting the finishing touches on Markie's subtle makeup for the night's class. I answered it and it was Mistress calling from her car phone. She was running late and I was to meet her at the curb. This was new. I would have to wait, because she would not go if I wasn't there. Another chance for Markie to be out in the real world. Damn, but she was good at pushing my buttons, but she needed me now. And I needed to be with her. It was that simple. Leaving her would have been the ultimate proof of my unworthiness as a man, in the best sense of that word. Taking care of her was all that mattered. She met me at the curb, and pulled away before I even had my seat belt fastened. Driving was becoming difficult for her because she had to sit so far from the wheel. With her diminutive size, she had trouble reaching the peddles and seeing over the windshield. Soon, I would have to chauffeur her around and that ticked her off, too. "We will stop at Tony's for a bite to eat after class, Markie." I saw her watching me out of the corner of her eye, waiting for me to balk at this extension of Markie's domain. I realized, to my surprise, that it did not bother me anymore. I pulled down the mirror on the visor and realized that I would pass. Mistress had taught me well. I smiled and said "Whatever you want, Mistress, so long as you follow Doctor's orders." The car gave a funny shimmy as she gaped at my acquiescence. I just smiled and enjoyed the rare feeling of having surprised Kyra. Class and dinner went fine. Mistress was starting to work harder at her exercises and so that session went well. Dinner was punctuated by a return of my teasing, mischievous Mistress-love as Kyra tried to get to me about being out in a public setting in full drag, and how would it look for such an upstanding young businessman if she were to give me away? I gave her enough reaction to keep the game going, but by now, I trusted her enough to know she would not truly hurt me. She'd sting me a good one, but she would never do me lasting harm. "Time to go, Markie. You and I have a date with a paddle." She reminded me of the promised session. I groaned, but rose to help her stand and then follow her out to her car. We never made it. A large shadow appeared from behind her car and Mistress stopped cold. The shadow moved into the light of one of the street lights and I recognized the man as one of the junior VP's at the place where Mistress worked. I recognized something else. Mistress was almost catatonic in fear. "I have been looking for you, Kyra, ever since I got back to the States today." he said. "You and I have business to complete and then you are going to withdraw yourself from consideration for the vice presidency." He was big, this man, taller and much heavier than me, so he towered over my diminutive Mistress. But Kyra is a strong person and she shook off the shock and color came back to her face. "You bastard, you complete, unmitigated son of a bitch," each epithet was punctuated by a slap in the big man's face. "You may get away with what you did to me, but I will never step aside for a slime like you." Fury was etched in her every feature, her breasts were heaving above her rotund tummy. I had never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. Then he made a mistake. He struck Mistress, knocking her down. His error was nearly fatal, because the next thing I knew, Mistress was slapping ME in the face, while two strong men from the restaurant held me forcibly away from the limp body of the man who had hit Kyra. From what I gathered after the fact, sensei was not going to be pleased with me, because I had evidently gone berserk and demolished the man. "I'm okay, let me go." I said to the two men holding me. Mistress nodded and the men obeyed. I walked over to the shuddering hulk on the ground. I grabbed his tie and pulled his face to mine. Bleary eyes opened to mine. "If you EVER so much as breath in her vicinity again, there won't be enough of you to bury. Do you understand?" He nodded, and I dropped him back to the pavement. "Hey," one of the bystanders said, "you're a guy!" Slowly I turned toward the man who appeared to be ready to make a spectacle of me. I cocked an eyebrow at him and then looked back to where the other man lay on the ground. "So?" Mistress interposed herself at this point. "He is my bodyguard. The other man has been stalking me, which is not against the law in this state. My guard disguised himself as a woman to try and smoke him out for me." She turned to me, "I would like to go home now, Mark." I nodded and helped her into the passenger seat of her car. Ten minutes later, a very pissed off Mistress found herself in the Emergency Room of the nearest hospital. While I waited for her to be examined, one of the older nurses brought me coffee and sat next to me in the waiting room. "We're pretty sure she is okay. Just a bump and a bruise or two, but we are waiting for the ob to finish with her before we send her home." I had repaired my make up after they had taken Mistress away. I'd had enough dealing with people seeing through me for one night, but alas.... "You really are very good, you know. So subtle that you don't call attention to yourself, feminine enough to pass the second or third look. I assume she trains you?" I gave her my best blank, confused look. She only laughed. "Sonny, I've been training boys to be girls for twenty five years, and you slipped just a little when you first brought her in." This time, my look was real. I had no mirror, but if the heat in my cheeks was any indication, I was blushing fire engine red. "You were carrying her, silly. Most women would not have the confidence in their upper body strength to try that. They would have gotten us to send out some orderlies." She smiled and patted my hand. "Not to worry, I'm the only one who noticed. Well, back to work. She should be out in a few minutes." She grinned at me. "And she is not happy." I sighed. So what else was new. Come to think of it, Mistress was probably getting some of her own back for bringing her here. She probably sent the nurse out to me just to embarrass me to tears. I relaxed a bit and smiled. She wasn't too bad off if her mind was working like that, and strangely, the little game did not bother me as much as I had thought it would. I strongly suspected Mistress knew the woman. Her own words about training boys had the ring of truth. So it was reasonable to believe they knew each other and that my little secret was as safe with Mistress's friend as I knew it was with Mistress. She got to me, all right - nearly scared the panties off me and embarrassed me to my red polished toes, but it was not still bothering me. Mistress was taking care of me, even as sh was comforting me. She was mad as hell at not hurt me, not really. s mad as hell at t hurt me, not really. s mad as hell at The drive home was not fun. Mistress did entire ride, just sat and stared stonily d her in the house and she stalked off to he play room and got her paddles and brought She was sitting in front of the gas fire p dancing flames in the still dark room. Sh looked up at the paddles in my arms. "Put The doctor said no vigorous exercise for t hours, and Jean told me that meant no game urs, and Jean told me that meant no game I set the paddles down, and settled beside take it, Mistress, is the lady you sent ou snapped around to me and her eyes and mout surprise. Bingo. I grinned at her, and f since I met her, Mistress blushed. and f nce I met her, Mistress blushed. and f I changed the subject. "Are you really ok I should be doing?" She shook her head. should be doing?" She shook her head. "I just need to go to bed and get some res her out of her chair, and then turned down ready for bed in the bathroom. A squeal o that she had found my surprise. I had ins with a six inch riser on it, designed for she could get up by herself. I hovered by leaving when I heard her bathroom door shu aving when I heard her bathroom door shu ~----------~ heard her bathroom door shu eeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAA nnnnooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! AAAAA nnooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! AAAAA The piercing scream brought me out of a so feet before my mind was fully awake, movin room. She was wide awake and shaking when at a run, "Kyra! What is the matter?" I her bed. "Kyra! What is the matter?" I r bed. "Kyra! What is the matter?" I Her words came out in pants "Dream," she dream. The rape, all over again." she eam. The rape, all over again." she My head shot up. "Rape?" The pitch of my in disbelief. "Someone raped you?!!?" disbelief. "Someone raped you?!!?" A cold, strangely rational rage washed ove raped her. Someone was going to die. My as I strove to maintain control. "Who rap giving her a chance to stop me, I moved to against me, holding her to me. I moved to ainst me, holding her to me. I moved to Her eyes were large, pupils dilated in sho would have told me if the shock didn't sti sway. The story came out in fits and star confronted her tonight, had raped her befo overseas assignment. When she threatened had produced evidence of her dominatrix si give to the press and the police if she pr doubtful, he said, if you could be charged Mistress squeaked when my muscles contract stress squeaked when my muscles contract After that, she had dismissed her stable b felt capable of dealing with a scene. The after that were the scenes she pulled on m leave. A month after the rape, she discov ave. A month after the rape, she discov I let her talk, feeling helpless as all he exhausted, she fell asleep again. Not wan alone again, I reached over to turn off th for the night. eached over to turn off th r the night. eached over to turn off th She did not go to work the next day. I di look from her when she woke up to find me my arms. Later, I took her to her OB for then brought her back home. She stayed in the fire, and fighting demons alone. d in e fire, and fighting demons alone. d in I watched her and did some thinking of my sessions she had put me through since tryi been sexual or sexy. They had been tough, even painful, as she had tried to make me even gotten off in any of them, and that w from my previous experience with her. Mis And to my knowledge, she had not had an or lovemaking those many months ago. In my m thought her pregnancy had reduced her plea suspected differently. reduced her plea spected differently. reduced her plea The question was, how was I going to deal going on. Until that sonuvabitch had show been more like her old self, wicked, teasi the world. Was it Markie that had made th Markie going out into the world? I had so needed doing. t into the world? I had so eded doing. t into the world? I had so Mistress went to work the next day over my not going to give that bastard the power t work. I admired her resolve as much as I leaving where I could pamper and protect h though, it gave me an idea of what might b her full powers. A quick call to her doct the father), and another to her secretary, my plan into action. I went to my room to need to pull this off. went to my room to ed to pull this off. went to my room to The phone rang just as I finished laying t secretary had called to tell me Mistress h also to wish me good luck. What had Mistr another issue, when questioned, she told m raped Mistress was leaving the company imm financial misconduct, she said, but he was cursed under my breath, wanting to dismemb was beyond my reach. I thanked her and hu time for my final preparations. er and hu me for my final preparations. er and hu I heard the front door open and shut throu door. "Mark? ... Maaaarkkk?" my name cam "Whatever in the world....?" The question meant she had found the first of my trail all the bright, colorful lingerie that Mis Markie to form a trail for her to follow t that she would find me, I put the chain wi neck and reached up with my free hand to l cuff I had placed there. I was now bound eagled on the leather bench in our playroo four feet long and a little more than a fo couple of feet high off the floor. My fee bottom of each of one set of legs, and my behind me to the legs on the other end of hung partially off the end of the bench. ng partially off the end of the bench. "Markieeee?" Mistress voice was questioni believing the evidence of the trail. As s my filmy peignoir hung from the edge of th filmy peignoir hung from the edge of th Taking a deep breath and mumbling a prayer I answered her. "In here, Mistress." yer answered her. "In here, Mistress." yer The lights I had left off snapped on. If I will never forget the look of absolute d when she first saw me there on the bench. sight. first saw me there on the bench. ght. first saw me there on the bench. I had never dressed for her without being do so. The closest I had come to that was had led to Markie, birth coach. Now, I ha coercion, and I had pulled out all the sto ercion, and I had pulled out all the sto I was dressed in virgin's white, a white s frilly panties, white garter belt and silk feet were shod in the white, very tall hig Mistress had bought for me, that I still h correctly in, but I wasn't walking now. M subtle, but brighter than I normally wore Careful attention (and four face washings) would not have had without the magic of co green and blue highlighted my eyes and my brighter red than I had ever worn before. forced to raid Mistress's make up kit to g rced to raid Mistress's make up kit to g Mistress scanned my bound form in absolute suddenly scanning back to lock onto the re search through her things. Poking through the panties was my cock, and wrapped aroun my balls was a bright red satin ribbon tha multiple times) into a bright red bow. I enough for the ribbon to act like a cockri Thomas from losing any erection that I hop interlude might bring about. n that I hop terlude might bring about. n that I hop Her hands fell to the tray table near the put her favorite toys, including her paddl assorted toys for teasing my nipples and a me in the eyes, confusion still coloring h mean, Markie, I don't understand. What is You hate dress up, or at least, you try an And I didn't direct you to prepare a sessi this at all." she repeated. pare a sessi is at all." she repeated. pare a sessi I started the speech I had been rehearsing love you, in every sense of that word, and is me and is in me. For the past few year you, not because I wanted to, but because only way to be near you. I accepted some at least, I am truly a submissive, but I n revelation with you because you were not s yourself with me. Then you made love to m make that final submission to you, but you could. I have submitted to you these past close because you needed me. I couldn't u going on, what I had done to make you try couldn't let you, so I took everything you uldn't let you, so I took everything you "Now, I think I have an inkling of what is prompted your withdrawal, why you will not you orally anymore. That bastard took mor in some way that I cannot fully understand outrage has never happened to me." I grop some and hoped that they would be the righ me and hoped that they would be the righ "It is almost as if, you no longer found y you allowed yourself to be raped. Well, t Mistress!" My voice took on a hard, comma back up, and lift her head in an angry, ha "Well, I find you worthy, Mistress. I lov you because it is right and good and that u because it is right and good and that "This," and I lifted my head to scan my bo "is my statement of commitment to you. I as a bride comes to her wedding night. I more than I was ever my own. I love you." from the emotion of the moment. ove you." om the emotion of the moment. ove you." Mistress only continued to stare at me lev became damned disconcerting to watch her q saying nothing. I resisted the urge to sq moved, her hand sliding down my chest and gently in her hand. "And this, Markie? W this, hmmmmm?" Her voice was soft, cajoli gently massaged me to full erection. joli ntly massaged me to full erection. joli I grinned at her. "Well, Mistress, you ha real virginity I had. I put that there as you to take as it pleases you, Mistress." u to take as it pleases you, Mistress." She just stood there, idly fondling me, ge the strangest look on her face. Now I was from embarrassment! A flush crept up her her lips. Then, I saw her eyes drop to he then frown. Her hand left my cock and too reaching for the restraints on my wrist. wanted out of this. raints on my wrist. nted out of this. raints on my wrist. "Mistress, what are you doing?" my tone a shook my hands to stop her from being able lock. y hands to stop her from being able ck. y hands to stop her from being able She gave me a sad smile, then kissed my ch wonderful, Mark, you have made me very pro anything with you, not looking like this." belly. with you, not looking like this." lly. with you, not looking like this." "No!" I was yelling, half in frustration, not finishing what I had started. The sho brought her up short. I calmed my voice. seem to think you can't. I checked. The still okay for lovemaking for another week you are comfortable. And you are gorgeous imagine you being more feminine than you a hard to leer like a horny, dirty old man w face up to be as female as you possibly ca made Mistress laugh. I sighed. "And if i being naked with me right now, I took care the table." She did and picked up what I a satin sleeping blindfold, also white. satin sleeping blindfold, also white. "You really do want to do this?" She soun believe her own words. o this?" She soun lieve her own words. o this?" She soun "Oh, god, yes, Mistress. I love you and i not to be able to give you pleasure." d i t to be able to give you pleasure." d i A smile I had not seen in almost eight mon I saw before the blindfold was fitted to m figured she would use the blindfold, but h My ears worked at trying to find her in th quiet rustling sound, and then a snapping sigh of relief. Two muffled thuds followe sure were her shoes dropping to the floor. re were her shoes dropping to the floor. Because I wore perfume myself, I could not a light, feathery finger stroke from knee me off the bench. Another finger stroked way, then vanished from my senses. I was satin keeping me firmly erect. A soft chu tried to place where she was, but could no points grazed a path from my navel to my b fingernails? Must be, I thought and if fe dragging them over the satiny fabric of my mean she was behind me. My head lolled ba of the feeling those fingers were causing years would I thought such teasing of my b erotic. My toes nearly curled in the hard wore. My toes nearly curled in the hard re. My toes nearly curled in the hard With my head hanging unsupported, off the tickle my nose. It was so light, so subtl it. I tried to lift my head to search it hit and bounced back from firm, warm flesh returned, and this time with the spicy, ha the Mistress aroused. Yet again, the feel alone. ess aroused. Yet again, the feel one. ess aroused. Yet again, the feel I heard the scrape of something being slid point directly behind my lolling head. Th on metal, of something spinning harmonical that the adjustable stool? I heard a sigh of the scraping again, and then the sweet with me again. I tried to move, but was s strong, gentle hands gripping the sides of rong, gentle hands gripping the sides of I was pulled firmly against the softly hai vulva. She was hot, wet, silent. Eagerly the skin and flesh I could see only with m was completely disoriented from being upsi knelt in front of Mistress so that I was h position, her clitoris was beneath my chin backwards and I could not see to adjust. ckwards and I could not see to adjust. I used my mouth and tongue to "learn" her tasted, savored, explored and titillated. tongue into her, feeling involuntary littl me, drinking deep of her essential self. trying to search out all the little button effortlessly. When I found her clitoris, direct contact with it, trying to drive he licked, kissed and worshiped my way all ar as best I could when Mistress would shift force more direct contact with her clit. silence for me to do anything more before been building for eight months, and I want wait. ilding for eight months, and I want it. ilding for eight months, and I want Mistress was trying to hide her full arous be quiet, stoic, but I knew her too well a up. I could feel her breathing change, fe lower body as she strained not to give awa Finally, she gave up all together, moaning herself slowly against my face. , moaning rself slowly against my face. , moaning I was just about to move in for the final me again, my tongue pointed and hanging ou open air. I felt a tug at my hip and the together came free, and cool air flooded m felt the hem of my nightie lifted. Satin touching my nose and lips. Mistress had f over my face. e and lips. Mistress had f er my face. e and lips. Mistress had f Skin brushed against the outside of both o legs simultaneously and then my cock was g hand. multaneously and then my cock was g nd. multaneously and then my cock was g Then, in one smooth move, I was completely Helpless in the maelstrom of sensations, h imposed bondage, I was aware only of the s cock. I let out a groan of sheer pleasure felt her round belly "roll" up my torso, a My nose was pinched tightly. Knowing what my mouth to accept whatever she would offe my mouth, sucking the moisture from my ton stringlike hung outside my mouth as I clos gag. She had used my own panties. I clos g. She had used my own panties. I clos Suddenly I felt her go rigid and felt her cock. High pitched squeals of pleasure an above my head, and I smiled inwardly. The contractions signaling my own imminent rel be choked off by the satin ribbon. I buck trying to loose the ring and loose my load sharp movement set Mistress off again, and my trigger again. All in all, Mistress cl I tried to each time. It is as close to m have ever come, but it sure wasn't close e ve ever come, but it sure wasn't close e Finally, Mistress calmed. I felt her tumm abdomen, my rampant cock still sheathed in I could hear and feel the her ragged breat regathered herself. She lifted herself of temperature on my slick, wet cock was shoc moment as a new heat enveloped my cock. H my length while something very agile tease underseam. I felt her soft hand tease at then it hit me. My eyes went wide beneath Mistress was sucking my cock!! I fought f make this last, to stretch it out, to savo experience to its fullest, but I was too c motion of my cock in her mouth heralded to attempt to climax. She practically inhale in my body contracted and released. Again started, trying to expel sperm through the ringed ribbon. to expel sperm through the nged ribbon. to expel sperm through the Only this time, Mistress pulled the tie of full surge of climax hit, freeing me from and I pumped my soul into her mouth with t through the panty gag, wanting to reaffirm woman, finally falling back as the force o man, finally falling back as the force o Her mouth left me. The strings of the pan jerking the gag from my mouth, to be immed Mistress's lips and tongue, kissing me dee still in her mouth, and she fed it to me w The taste was salty, but not unpleasant, a challenged much more than that to have Mis that! ged much more than that to have Mis at! ged much more than that to have Mis We held each other's mouths for the longes commitment, a bonding. I was hers, and I mine. Not in the same way, certainly, but just as deeply. same way, certainly, but st as deeply. same way, certainly, but She broke the kiss, and I heard her giggle the first time since entering the room. " in tribute to your symbolic deflowering, M your own cum so that we would share that e fully. You have pleased me today, luv. H something to wash down that cum." Her nip It was bigger, harder, more rubbery than I suckled her, and I heard her groan in plea harder. Something sweet trickled into my dropped my head back, staring into my blin "What's the matter, Markie? Don't you lik answered that question by action, finding happily. hat question by action, finding ppily. hat question by action, finding Mistress had slipped her robe on when she removed the blindfold. I spent the rest o Markie, learning to move more gracefully i I earned a few swats for awkwardness, but grin was back, unlike the other times my b recently, so even those were welcome. I d back, though. I spent the evening bare bo tied loosely around my cock. I blushed ev staring at it. und my cock. I blushed ev aring at it. und my cock. I blushed ev That night, Markie slept in Mistress's bed at night, Markie slept in Mistress's bed A month later, I was with Mistress in the local hospital. And I was there as Mark, was going to be the father of record for K wanted me there as a father, not as Mistre looked at my engagement and wedding rings birthing room. Mistress had asked me to m diamond ring. I was so proud and honored, shirt fit. . I was so proud and honored, irt fit. . I was so proud and honored, Mistress did great. Our daughter was born labor. I still wince when I think of how those hours, but she just kept on trooping for god's sake. she just kept on trooping r god's sake. she just kept on trooping When I held young Nicole, for the first ti whose child she was biologically, she was sorry son of a bitch who ever tried to hur fingers and toes just one more time when a eye. It was just above her little bottom back and it was shaped like a butterfly. absolute amazement. d like a butterfly. solute amazement. d like a butterfly. Kyra saw my look and became concerned. "M something wrong? Tell me!" oncerned. "M mething wrong? Tell me!" oncerned. "M Wordlessly, I showed her the birthmark on handed her the babe, and, turning my back shirt to show her the matching birthmark o wide, and she looked from me to the baby a "That means that she's ..." She couldn't so I did. that she's ..." She couldn't I did. that she's ..." She couldn't "It means she is really and truly ours, lo t means she is really and truly ours, lo That was eight weeks ago. Mistress got th and I have moved my business into her den, with Nicole. We have a day lady who sees watches Nikki when I have to closet myself clients, but we have a good life. Mistres Doctor's to say she now had the *all clear ctor's to say she now had the *all clear Markie had better be waiting for her in ou finished settling Nikki for the night. Ma either of us or both of us, we can't wait! -- r of us or both of us, we can't wait! -------- us or both of us, we can't wait! Spam email has forced me to encrypt my "re Please remove .REMOVE from the address. S tigger at alices dot com the address. S -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /