Message-ID: <5751eli$9711222314@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: newsmgr@merrimack.edu X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Story: A Pregnant Domina Part 2/2 (Femdom, Fm, CD, Romance) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories 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: <009BDA0A.0B4465FC.60@merrimack.edu> Relay-Version: ANU News - V6.2.0 06/23/97 OpenVMS AXP V6.2; site chasm Path: chasm!ulowell.uml.edu!newsfeed.wizvax.net!news.interq.or.jp!newsfeed.gol.com!streamer1.cleveland.iagnet.net!news2.chicago.iagnet.net!iagnet.net!howland.erols.net!fastnet!news-xfer.netaxs.com!nntp.newsfirst.com!nntp.crosslink.net!News.NetUSA.Net!qz!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.tg,soc.subculture.bondage-bdsm Subject: Story: A Pregnant Domina Part 2/2 (Femdom, Fm, CD, Romance) Message-ID: <5719eli$9711211303@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: tigger@alices.REMOVE.com Date: 21 Nov 1997 18:03:55 GMT Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Lines: 614 NNTP-Posting-Host: alpha.netusa.net X-Trace: news.netusa.net 880135435 5912 (None) 204.141.0.10 X-Complaints-To: News@NetUSA.Net X-Archived-At: X-Auth: alt.sex.stories.moderated X-Original-Message-ID: The Pregnant Domina by Tigger revised copyright 1997 Part 2 of 2 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 she tested me, and that was comforting me. She was mad as hell at me, but she still had not hurt me, not really. The drive home was not fun. Mistress did not look at me the entire ride, just sat and stared stonily down the road. I let her in the house and she stalked off to her den. I went to the play room and got her paddles and brought them to her in the den. She was sitting in front of the gas fire place staring at the dancing flames in the still dark room. She heard me enter and looked up at the paddles in my arms. "Put them away, Markie. The doctor said no vigorous exercise for the next forty eight hours, and Jean told me that meant no games." I set the paddles down, and settled beside her chair. "Jean, I take it, Mistress, is the lady you sent out to test me?" Her had snapped around to me and her eyes and mouth made "O"s in surprise. Bingo. I grinned at her, and for the first time I since I met her, Mistress blushed. I changed the subject. "Are you really okay? Is there anything I should be doing?" She shook her head. "I just need to go to bed and get some rest." I stood and helped her out of her chair, and then turned down her bed while she got ready for bed in the bathroom. A squeal of surprise indicated that she had found my surprise. I had installed a toilet seat with a six inch riser on it, designed for wheelchair patients so she could get up by herself. I hovered by the door to her room, leaving when I heard her bathroom door shutting. ~----------~ eeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- nnnnooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! The piercing scream brought me out of a sound sleep. I was on my feet before my mind was fully awake, moving toward Mistress's room. She was wide awake and shaking when I tore into her room at a run, "Kyra! What is the matter?" I was kneeling beside her bed. Her words came out in pants "Dream," she inhaled "A very bad dream. The rape, all over again." My head shot up. "Rape?" The pitch of my voice going falsetto in disbelief. "Someone raped you?!!?" A cold, strangely rational rage washed over me. Someone had raped her. Someone was going to die. My voice became a whisper as I strove to maintain control. "Who raped you, Kyra?" Not giving her a chance to stop me, I moved to bed and pulled her against me, holding her to me. Her eyes were large, pupils dilated in shock. I don't think she would have told me if the shock didn't still hold her in its sway. The story came out in fits and starts. The man who had confronted her tonight, had raped her before leaving on an overseas assignment. When she threatened her with the cops, he had produced evidence of her dominatrix sideline which he would give to the press and the police if she pressed charges. It was doubtful, he said, if you could be charged with raping a whore. Mistress squeaked when my muscles contracted at that word. After that, she had dismissed her stable because she no longer felt capable of dealing with a scene. The only things she did after that were the scenes she pulled on me to try and get me to leave. A month after the rape, she discovered she was pregnant. I let her talk, feeling helpless as all hell, until finally, exhausted, she fell asleep again. Not wanting her to wake up alone again, I reached over to turn off the alarm, and settled in for the night. She did not go to work the next day. I did get a very strange look from her when she woke up to find me in her bed, and her in my arms. Later, I took her to her OB for a final checkup, and then brought her back home. She stayed in her den, staring at the fire, and fighting demons alone. I watched her and did some thinking of my own. None of the sessions she had put me through since trying to dismiss me had been sexual or sexy. They had been tough, strict, demanding, even painful, as she had tried to make me leave. She had not even gotten off in any of them, and that was a sharp departure from my previous experience with her. Mistress ALWAYS got hers. And to my knowledge, she had not had an orgasm since our lovemaking those many months ago. In my male ignorance, I thought her pregnancy had reduced her pleasure in sex. Now, I suspected differently. The question was, how was I going to deal with what I thought was going on. Until that sonuvabitch had showed up, Mistress had been more like her old self, wicked, teasing, laughing at me and the world. Was it Markie that had made the break through? Markie going out into the world? I had some more thinking that needed doing. Mistress went to work the next day over my objections. She was not going to give that bastard the power to deprive her of her work. I admired her resolve as much as I inwardly railed at her leaving where I could pamper and protect her. In the end, though, it gave me an idea of what might be help Mistress regain her full powers. A quick call to her doctor (who thought I was the father), and another to her secretary, and I was ready to put my plan into action. I went to my room to get the things I would need to pull this off. The phone rang just as I finished laying the trail. Her secretary had called to tell me Mistress had just left work, and also to wish me good luck. What had Mistress told her? On another issue, when questioned, she told me that the man who had raped Mistress was leaving the company immediately. Some type of financial misconduct, she said, but he was gone before lunch. I cursed under my breath, wanting to dismember him and knowing he was beyond my reach. I thanked her and hung up. Just enough time for my final preparations. I heard the front door open and shut through the open hallway door. "Mark? ... Maaaarkkk?" my name came out in two syllables. "Whatever in the world....?" The questioning note in her voice meant she had found the first of my trail markers. I had left all the bright, colorful lingerie that Mistress had bought for Markie to form a trail for her to follow to me. Confident now that she would find me, I put the chain with the key around my neck and reached up with my free hand to lock that wrist into the cuff I had placed there. I was now bound hand and foot, spread eagled on the leather bench in our playroom. The bench, about four feet long and a little more than a foot wide, only stood a couple of feet high off the floor. My feet were cuffed to the bottom of each of one set of legs, and my hands were cuffed behind me to the legs on the other end of the bench. My head hung partially off the end of the bench. "Markieeee?" Mistress voice was questioning and incredulous, not believing the evidence of the trail. As she approached the door, my filmy peignoir hung from the edge of the door. Taking a deep breath and mumbling a prayer that this would work, I answered her. "In here, Mistress." The lights I had left off snapped on. If I live to be a hundred, I will never forget the look of absolute disbelief on Kyra's face when she first saw me there on the bench. I knew I made quite a sight. I had never dressed for her without being in some manner made to do so. The closest I had come to that was the negotiation that had led to Markie, birth coach. Now, I had done so, without any coercion, and I had pulled out all the stops. I was dressed in virgin's white, a white shortie nightgown, white frilly panties, white garter belt and silky white stockings. My feet were shod in the white, very tall high heeled shoes that Mistress had bought for me, that I still had not learned to walk correctly in, but I wasn't walking now. My makeup was still subtle, but brighter than I normally wore when we went to class. Careful attention (and four face washings) had given me color I would not have had without the magic of cosmetics. A touch of green and blue highlighted my eyes and my mouth was a much brighter red than I had ever worn before. In fact, I had been forced to raid Mistress's make up kit to get the right shade. Mistress scanned my bound form in absolute amazement, her eyes suddenly scanning back to lock onto the reason for my hasty search through her things. Poking through the split crotch of the panties was my cock, and wrapped around the base and around my balls was a bright red satin ribbon that I had tied (again multiple times) into a bright red bow. I had tied it tightly enough for the ribbon to act like a cockring, preventing John Thomas from losing any erection that I hoped this little interlude might bring about. Her hands fell to the tray table near the head of the where I had put her favorite toys, including her paddle, her strap, and assorted toys for teasing my nipples and ass. She finally looked me in the eyes, confusion still coloring her face. "Mark, I..I mean, Markie, I don't understand. What is the meaning of this? You hate dress up, or at least, you try and make me think you do. And I didn't direct you to prepare a session. I don't understand this at all." she repeated. I started the speech I had been rehearsing all day. "Mistress, I love you, in every sense of that word, and with everything that is me and is in me. For the past few years, I have submitted to you, not because I wanted to, but because it seemed to be the only way to be near you. I accepted some time ago, that with you at least, I am truly a submissive, but I never shared that revelation with you because you were not sharing that much of yourself with me. Then you made love to me, and I was ready to make that final submission to you, but you dismissed me before I could. I have submitted to you these past few months to stay close because you needed me. I couldn't understand what was going on, what I had done to make you try and send me away, but I couldn't let you, so I took everything you dished out. "Now, I think I have an inkling of what is going on, what has prompted your withdrawal, why you will not even let me worship you orally anymore. That bastard took more than your body, and in some way that I cannot fully understand because such an outrage has never happened to me." I groped for the words, found some and hoped that they would be the right ones. "It is almost as if, you no longer found yourself worthy because you allowed yourself to be raped. Well, that is bullshit, Mistress!" My voice took on a hard, commanding tone that put her back up, and lift her head in an angry, haughty pose. Good. "Well, I find you worthy, Mistress. I love you, and I submit to you because it is right and good and that is the way of it. "This," and I lifted my head to scan my bound body in emphasis, "is my statement of commitment to you. I come to you, dressed, as a bride comes to her wedding night. I am yours, Mistress, more than I was ever my own. I love you." I faltered, spent from the emotion of the moment. Mistress only continued to stare at me levelly. Frankly, it became damned disconcerting to watch her quietly watching me, saying nothing. I resisted the urge to squirm. Finally, she moved, her hand sliding down my chest and stomach to grip my cock gently in her hand. "And this, Markie? What am I to make of this, hmmmmm?" Her voice was soft, cajoling, while her hand gently massaged me to full erection. I grinned at her. "Well, Mistress, you have taken care of any real virginity I had. I put that there as a surrogate hymen, for you to take as it pleases you, Mistress." She just stood there, idly fondling me, getting me harder, with the strangest look on her face. Now I was squirming, and not from embarrassment! A flush crept up her face, and she licked her lips. Then, I saw her eyes drop to her protuberant belly, then frown. Her hand left my cock and took the key from my neck, reaching for the restraints on my wrist. That was NOT what I wanted out of this. "Mistress, what are you doing?" my tone almost pleading. I shook my hands to stop her from being able to fit the key to the lock. She gave me a sad smile, then kissed my cheek. "This is wonderful, Mark, you have made me very proud, but I can't do anything with you, not looking like this." Her hand fell to her belly. "No!" I was yelling, half in frustration, half in anticipation of not finishing what I had started. The shock of me yelling at her brought her up short. I calmed my voice. "I do not know why you seem to think you can't. I checked. The doctor said you are still okay for lovemaking for another week at least, as long as you are comfortable. And you are gorgeous, Mistress. I can't imagine you being more feminine than you are right now." It is hard to leer like a horny, dirty old man when you've made your face up to be as female as you possibly can, but I did try. It made Mistress laugh. I sighed. "And if it really bothers you, being naked with me right now, I took care of that, too. Look on the table." She did and picked up what I had left out for this, a satin sleeping blindfold, also white. "You really do want to do this?" She sounded as if she could not believe her own words. "Oh, god, yes, Mistress. I love you and it has been killing me not to be able to give you pleasure." A smile I had not seen in almost eight months was the last thing I saw before the blindfold was fitted to my face. Darn it! I figured she would use the blindfold, but had hoped she would not. My ears worked at trying to find her in the room, locating a quiet rustling sound, and then a snapping sound followed by a sigh of relief. Two muffled thuds followed that I was fairly sure were her shoes dropping to the floor. Because I wore perfume myself, I could not catch her scent. Then a light, feathery finger stroke from knee to groin almost lifted me off the bench. Another finger stroked the other leg the same way, then vanished from my senses. I was harder than ever, the satin keeping me firmly erect. A soft chuckle registered and I tried to place where she was, but could not. A row of hard points grazed a path from my navel to my breastbone, - her fingernails? Must be, I thought and if felt like she was dragging them over the satiny fabric of my nightie, so that must mean she was behind me. My head lolled back from the intensity of the feeling those fingers were causing me. Never in a hundred years would I thought such teasing of my breasts and nipples as erotic. My toes nearly curled in the hard leather of the shoes I wore. With my head hanging unsupported, off the bench, I felt something tickle my nose. It was so light, so subtle, that I almost missed it. I tried to lift my head to search it out, but my forehead hit and bounced back from firm, warm flesh. Legs? The tickling returned, and this time with the spicy, half forgotten scent of the Mistress aroused. Yet again, the feeling left and I was alone. I heard the scrape of something being slid on the floor to some point directly behind my lolling head. The sound of metal moving on metal, of something spinning harmonically behind my head. Was that the adjustable stool? I heard a sigh of relief, the sound of the scraping again, and then the sweet essence of Kyra was with me again. I tried to move, but was stopped this time by strong, gentle hands gripping the sides of my face. I was pulled firmly against the softly haired hot core of her vulva. She was hot, wet, silent. Eagerly, I began kissing at the skin and flesh I could see only with my mouth and tongue. I was completely disoriented from being upside down. Normally, I knelt in front of Mistress so that I was head up to her. In this position, her clitoris was beneath my chin, everything was backwards and I could not see to adjust. I used my mouth and tongue to "learn" her all over again. I tasted, savored, explored and titillated. I slowly sank my tongue into her, feeling involuntary little spasms trying to hold me, drinking deep of her essential self. I kept moving around, trying to search out all the little buttons I used to find so effortlessly. When I found her clitoris, I then avoided further direct contact with it, trying to drive her higher. Instead, I licked, kissed and worshiped my way all around it, sliding away as best I could when Mistress would shift her weight slightly to force more direct contact with her clit. She would have to break silence for me to do anything more before I was ready. This had been building for eight months, and I wanted it to be worth the wait. Mistress was trying to hide her full arousal from me, working to be quiet, stoic, but I knew her too well and she was too wound up. I could feel her breathing change, felt the quivers of her lower body as she strained not to give away her excitement. Finally, she gave up all together, moaning quietly and rolling herself slowly against my face. I was just about to move in for the final attack, when she left me again, my tongue pointed and hanging out of my mouth in the open air. I felt a tug at my hip and the bow holding my panties together came free, and cool air flooded my overheated groin. I felt the hem of my nightie lifted. Satin settled on my face, touching my nose and lips. Mistress had flipped my nightie up over my face. Skin brushed against the outside of both of my stocking sheathed legs simultaneously and then my cock was gripped in a hot, strong hand. Then, in one smooth move, I was completely inside of her. Helpless in the maelstrom of sensations, helpless in my self imposed bondage, I was aware only of the silken steel grip on my cock. I let out a groan of sheer pleasure and frustration. I felt her round belly "roll" up my torso, as she leaned onto me. My nose was pinched tightly. Knowing what was coming, I opened my mouth to accept whatever she would offer. A cloth mask filled my mouth, sucking the moisture from my tongue. Something stringlike hung outside my mouth as I closed my lips over her gag. She had used my own panties. Suddenly I felt her go rigid and felt her insides squeezing at my cock. High pitched squeals of pleasure and release came from above my head, and I smiled inwardly. Then the muscle contractions signaling my own imminent release started, only to be choked off by the satin ribbon. I bucked in frustration, trying to loose the ring and loose my load, but to no avail. My sharp movement set Mistress off again, and her movements pulled my trigger again. All in all, Mistress climaxed four times, and I tried to each time. It is as close to multiple orgasm as I have ever come, but it sure wasn't close enough. Finally, Mistress calmed. I felt her tummy resting on my lower abdomen, my rampant cock still sheathed in her now relaxed pussy. I could hear and feel the her ragged breathing slow as she regathered herself. She lifted herself off me and the change of temperature on my slick, wet cock was shocking, but only for a moment as a new heat enveloped my cock. Hard sharp points grazed my length while something very agile teased at the sensitive underseam. I felt her soft hand tease at my blotted balls, and then it hit me. My eyes went wide beneath the satin mask - Mistress was sucking my cock!! I fought for control, trying to make this last, to stretch it out, to savor this first time experience to its fullest, but I was too close. The spasmodic motion of my cock in her mouth heralded to both of us another attempt to climax. She practically inhaled me, and every muscle in my body contracted and released. Again, the surging pressure started, trying to expel sperm through the barrier of the cock ringed ribbon. Only this time, Mistress pulled the tie of the ribbon just as the full surge of climax hit, freeing me from its tight constriction, and I pumped my soul into her mouth with the semen. I screamed through the panty gag, wanting to reaffirm my devotion to this woman, finally falling back as the force of the orgasm subsided. Her mouth left me. The strings of the panties were pulled, jerking the gag from my mouth, to be immediately replaced by Mistress's lips and tongue, kissing me deeply. My sperm was still in her mouth, and she fed it to me with her quick tongue. The taste was salty, but not unpleasant, and I would have challenged much more than that to have Mistress kiss me like that! We held each other's mouths for the longest time. It was a commitment, a bonding. I was hers, and I also knew, she was mine. Not in the same way, certainly, but just as completely, just as deeply. She broke the kiss, and I heard her giggle. Then she spoke for the first time since entering the room. "I took you in my mouth in tribute to your symbolic deflowering, Markie, and I fed you your own cum so that we would share that experience, together and fully. You have pleased me today, luv. Here, let me give you something to wash down that cum." Her nipple filled my mouth. It was bigger, harder, more rubbery than I remembered. Gently, I suckled her, and I heard her groan in pleasure, so I sucked harder. Something sweet trickled into my mouth. Shocked I dropped my head back, staring into my blindfold, my mouth open. "What's the matter, Markie? Don't you like Mistress milk?" I answered that question by action, finding her again and suckling happily. Mistress had slipped her robe on when she finally freed me and removed the blindfold. I spent the rest of the evening as Markie, learning to move more gracefully in those damned heels. I earned a few swats for awkwardness, but the wonderful wicked grin was back, unlike the other times my butt had been warmed recently, so even those were welcome. I did not get my panties back, though. I spent the evening bare bottomed, with the ribbon tied loosely around my cock. I blushed every time I saw Mistress staring at it. That night, Markie slept in Mistress's bed. A month later, I was with Mistress in the birthing room at our local hospital. And I was there as Mark, at *her* insistence. I was going to be the father of record for Kyra's child, and she wanted me there as a father, not as Mistress's submissive. I looked at my engagement and wedding rings on the shelf in the birthing room. Mistress had asked me to marry her and given me a diamond ring. I was so proud and honored, I am surprised my shirt fit. Mistress did great. Our daughter was born after a fairly long labor. I still wince when I think of how much she hurt during those hours, but she just kept on trooping along, comforting me, for god's sake. When I held young Nicole, for the first time, it did not matter whose child she was biologically, she was mine and god help the sorry son of a bitch who ever tried to hurt her. I was counting fingers and toes just one more time when a small mark caught my eye. It was just above her little bottom on the small of her back and it was shaped like a butterfly. I gaped at it, in absolute amazement. Kyra saw my look and became concerned. "Mark, what is it? Is something wrong? Tell me!" Wordlessly, I showed her the birthmark on her child. Then I handed her the babe, and, turning my back to her, pulled up my shirt to show her the matching birthmark on me. Kyra's eyes went wide, and she looked from me to the baby and then back to me. "That means that she's ..." She couldn't finish the statement, so I did. "It means she is really and truly ours, loving Mistress." That was eight weeks ago. Mistress got the promotion at work, and I have moved my business into her den, so that I can be home with Nicole. We have a day lady who sees to the house and watches Nikki when I have to closet myself or go out to entertain clients, but we have a good life. Mistress called from the Doctor's to say she now had the *all clear*, and one other thing. Markie had better be waiting for her in our room when she finished settling Nikki for the night. Mark or Markie, hell, either of us or both of us, we can't wait! -- -------- Spam email has forced me to encrypt my "reply to" header address. Please remove .REMOVE from the address. 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