Message-ID: <19534eli$9902010429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tigger@alices.com (Tigger) Subject: [New Story] Protecting the Mistress (4/31) (FemDom, Romance) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: tigger@alices.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii 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: <36bbdff4.2902810@news.erols.com> Tales of the Cabal: Protecting the Mistress by Tigger Copyright 1999, All Rights Reserved. Archiving and reposting of this work is permitted only on sites where *no* fee (including so-called adult checks) of any type is charged and provided that my authorship, the story itself and this statement of rights are included and are unchanged. This story is based on the Cabal as I developed it in one of my first stories, "Domination Games." This story is archived at the Nifty Archive. Url: www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Tigger/ The file is Domination-Games.html *********** Protecting the Mistress by Tigger Part 4: The Jury's Verdict A quiet knock at his door brought Gerald back to himself. "Come," he ordered loudly. The door opened to admit the same woman yet again. "Lady Gemma requests your presence in the courtroom, Sir," she said softly. Gerald stood, shrugged back into the jacket of the three-piece "power suit" he'd decided to wear for this occasion (more for his own benefit than for any hoped for effect on the Council members) and indicated that she should lead the way. When he entered the makeshift courtroom, he was surprised to see that only the tall black woman and Mary were still there. They were quite a contrast as they stood to greet him. Mary barely broke five feet even in the sensible low heeled shoes she'd worn for the hearing. She looked like a white alabaster statuette next to the six foot plus ebony goddess of the Cabal. "Mr. Harris." Gemma said in her pleasing low alto voice with the unexpected Oxford accent. "First, I want to thank you for coming today. Given the circumstances, it must have been personally difficult for you." Gerald nodded slowly to acknowledge her remark, but otherwise held his peace. "Yes, well, I have asked you in here so that you, the primary victim, will know the decision of the Council in the presence of the perpetrator." Gerald looked over at Mary and saw that she was visibly upset and was fighting to control herself. "What . . . what have you decided?" he asked, feeling great trepidation for the woman he still loved. "Well, that is not quite determined yet. Mr. Harris, would you mind answering some personal questions before the sentence is meted out? It does have some bearing on what we decide." Personal questions? What kind of personal questions? Still, if it might help Mary . . . "All Right." "Before you met Mary, were you involved in any dominance and submission relationships? Or was that something she introduced you to?" Confused, Gerald looked at Mary, but she refused to even look at him. Had he? He had been pretty domineering in his younger days, although he now knew that did not mean being dominant. Still, his lady-friends had pretty much done as he wished or he found a new lady-friend. Then there was . . . "Well, yes, although I thought of it more as bottoming. I had two relationships, both with dominant women. One was with the girlfriend who first introduced me to playing submission games, and the other was with a professional domina who I went to after my first Mistress left the area for a promotion. Neither of them compared with what I had with Mary. With her I began to learn submission. Or at least, that is what I was trying to do." "Would you say that when you scened with either of these women that it was fairly advanced, hard play or were you more into the symbolism of the ceremony and the pageantry of the play?" "Harder than most I've seen, but then, I haven't seen all that much private play, only the public stuff which is usually what is considered fit for general consumption, but when the scene was over - it was all over." "Still, you would say you were a fairly knowledgeable, deep player before meeting Mary?" "Yes. In fact, we met at a munch. Later, we ran into each other again at a play party held by a mutual acquaintance. Things just seemed to click from there." "And have you played since the night when . . . you and Mary had the incident." What a question, he'd thought. "No, I have not. Haven't wanted to." Haven't dared to, he amended in the back of his mind. Gemma sighed. "Well, there is a possible interpretation, Mr. Harris, that greatly worries the Council. It just might be that the incident left you so traumatized that you are no longer willing or able to surrender power in the context of a loving dominance and submission relationship. Obviously, that aspect of your sexuality was important to you. Important enough for you to give a great deal to the women who dominated you, important enough for you to pay for it when your first Mistress moved away. Something you have not done after your experience with Mary. I must tell you that we find that particular possibility especially distressing. She could be said to have taken from you the ability to express a vital part of whom you are. Our entire purpose as a group is to give our members the freedom to express those needs. Therefore, our inclination is to expel her from the Cabal." Mary's eyes slammed shut as she visibly fought to maintain control, causing Gerald's protective instincts to flare hotly. Angrily he snarled, "I *told* you during my testimony before your damnable kangaroo court that none of what she did that night was specifically prohibited in our contract. I did not safe word, even though I was not gagged and could have done. How could she know what was going to happen when I didn't? Christ, what do you people need? She is not omniscient, thank God - she doesn't see-all, know-all. But you people *know* her, or at least, you damn well should know her. How can she prove she is still the caring, loving Domme she has always been?" Gemma sat up straighter and clasped her hands on the table in front of her. His tone had angered her. "You say that, Mister Harris," she retorted in clipped, icy tones, "And yet, you have not gone back to her yourself. If it was not her fault, why have you not forgiven her? Obviously, you care for her - at least enough to dare riding up to a place such as this with her as your only way home - just to give testimony on her behalf. Why have you not at least tried to communicate with her? You are an experienced player. I should not have to tell you the importance of an open dialog between two partners in this type of relationship." Pain flashed across Gerald's face. "Damn you!" he rasped, "I told you it is *me*, not her. I have not given myself to anyone, and most especially not to her, because the failing was ... is mine. I don't know what happened that night so I cannot trust myself not to do something like that again. I loved her. I still love her - too damned much to take the chance of letting myself hurt her again. As to playing with others, hell, she knows me, better than I know myself most times. How could I safely play with someone who does not know me as well when I have the capacity for that type of rage- driven, unexpected and unexplained violence? So I don't play." "I see." Gemma said after a long pause. "That does pose a problem for Mary. We cannot afford to have an untrustworthy dominant in our group, Mr. Harris. All it would take would be just one really abusive scene, just one session where someone gets badly hurt and the Cabal dies under the weight of tabloid trash. You say that you are the one whom you cannot trust. Unfortunately, it could be just as true that it is her you don't trust. So, unless we can assure ourselves that it is you and not her who is the risk, we cannot afford to let her remain one of us." "So, that is it? You are just going to turn your back on her, when, as I just told you, she has done nothing to deserve it?" Gemma slowly shook her head, denying his assertion of Mary's blamelessness. "She organized the scene, Mr. Harris. She chose to involve another person without warning you. Those were her decisions as the dominant and we must accordingly hold her responsible for making them and for the outcomes of those decisions. However, the Council is willing to be convinced that she is still trustworthy." Thoroughly confused now, Gerald could only stare at the regal woman. "How are you going to be convinced if my word of honor, under oath no less, is not sufficient?" A soft smile lit the smooth dark features. "By proving to us that *you* trust her, of course. Mr. Harris, if you agree to what the Council has asked me to propose to you, and if you carry out the dictates of the Council without harm coming to either of you, then we will accept your testimony as the true facts of the matter and will exonerate Mary. If you do not agree, or if you cannot meet the requirements I will set forth to you, then Mary must leave the Cabal, never to return." A cold chill shook him as Gerald tried to understand what the woman meant by "proving". Still, he had promised himself that Mary would not be deprived of her rightful place here if there was anything he could do to prevent that. "All right, what do you want me to do?" Gemma handed him a sheaf of papers. "What you must do if you want us to support and accept your former Mistress is outlined in that document." She stood and turned to leave. "I will leave you two to discuss this between yourselves. Both of you must agree to those provisions, *without* exception. We will give you one week to reach a decision and to start the trial. Your bags have been packed and put in Mary's car which, by now, should be out front. That door," and she pointed to the conference room door, "and the front door are unlocked from the inside, but will lock from the outside when the door is closed. All other doors in the building and on the grounds are locked so that neither of you will have access to any of our facilities until you agree to the provisions of that contract." Gemma walked over and took Gerald's hand, and then Mary's hand. "I am the last one here, besides yourselves. Mary, you know how to reach me when you've reached a decision. I wish you both the best." And then, she was gone, leaving both Mary and Gerald staring at the papers and at each other. End Part 4 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----