Message-ID: <19590eli$9902020430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tigger@alices.com (Tigger) Subject: [New Story] Protecting the Mistress (7/31) (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: <36b660c1.2324925@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 7: Execution of Sentence. A week later, Gerald and Mary entertained the Lady Gemma in his home. She had decided that she would personally witness the signing or non signing of the contract of servitude. Over a glass of wine, they all sat around Gerald's desk as Gemma reviewed the attachments to the Council mandated agreement in some detail. Gerald mused that it was odd, at least from his point of view, that he had been the one generally in support of signing the contract and that Mary had been almost reluctant to sign it. They'd spent every free moment together hammering out on paper the agreements that they had operated under before the incident. Although they'd had a written contract, many mutually agreed upon verbal modifications to their original covenant had not made it onto the hard copy. One provision that Gerald had tried to get inserted was a no extra player provision. Much to his surprise and dismay, Mary had disagreed and had taken the issue to Gemma. The Council Chairwoman's ruling had been that such a provision was obviously not a part of the original agreement because: A. The incident had been, in part, precipitated by the unexpected arrival of a third party, and; B. Gerald himself had testified that nothing that occurred during that abortive session had been in violation of the contract between the two of them. So, the "no extra participant" clause had been struck from the agreement. That bothered Gerald - it bothered him a lot, in fact. It was one thing to worry about keeping his control while one person he knew and really did trust worked him over. It was another thing entirely to have to deal with another person who did not know him and whom he did not know. He'd just have to be doubly careful, he thought grimly. Mary had asked if they could work out of his house during the period of the contract instead of her apartment. There were many advantages, she'd said, beyond the additional privacy his little house out in the more rural suburbs would afford them. Since Gerald owned the house, he'd been able to make certain structural and "interior design" modifications there that Mary could not duplicate in her rented apartment. What is most important, his play room was larger and better equipped than Mary's spare bedroom dungeon. She'd blithely pointed out that at his house, they could host "parties" that would require them to rent some discreet space if they worked out of her place. Gerald had not liked that party idea either - not at all. Besides, if they had to rent space, maybe they would not do so very often - if at all. A definite plus on the side of using her apartment in Gerald's ledger. A party meant more people he did not know. His reticence had obviously upset Mary, who had enjoyed hosting play parties at his home in the past. Still, she had compromised, promising not to have any parties in his house without first getting his free and willing permission. That unexpected concession had surprised Gerald, but he'd accepted her offer. He was on the verge of giving in when Mary pointed out that there was no room in her little apartment for his home office. The Council's contract had specifically required that she not impair his business dealings and she already knew how much work he brought home with him most nights. Not as much as he had before he'd met her, but still usually at least an hour's worth each night. On another issue, Gerald had expressed concern about the 24/7 thing and whether Mary would treat him that much differently than she had during the courtship. Several long hours had been spent analyzing how their prior relationship and trying to figure out how the imposed contract would affect that. Finally, they had concluded that, for all intents and purposes, the agreement laid out by the Council was not all that much different from how they'd been living before Gerald's attack on Mary. She'd always respected his work time, and exclusive of when he just could not stop what he was doing, he'd always surrendered to her when she had demanded his service and attendance. But that had been because he had wanted to surrender to her whims and desires and that was the key difference for Gerald. It felt different when the agreement said that he had to do it, and even if that "contract" had no force of law, he'd still be morally bound by it. He would be giving his word. And he wasn't precisely sure if "being different" would necessarily mean stricter and more demanding, or if it might mean more cautiously and less demanding. On one hand, Mary might feel that she had to live up to her reputation with the Cabal during the test period, and she was known there to be something of a perfectionist in the way she trained and tested her submissives. Alternatively, however, she might back off either because she was rightfully afraid of him, or because she was concerned that he might bolt on her if the going got too rough. However, their longest and most intense discussions revolved around how Mary had conducted the sessions that their observed scenes would be judged against. Mary had willingly described the types of scenes she had done as the dominant in change of role scenes in some, though not complete, detail. For the most part, what she had typically pulled on her bottoming dominant had not been so different from Gerald's own experiences under her command. It was, Mary had asserted, a matter of how emotionally resilient the other player really was. The idea was to find a game that the dominant feared in some way, or that pulled him/her out of their comfort zone, but that was not so close to their personal limits that they would safe word out of it before they got any benefit from the experience. Great care had to taken in those annual scenes particularly when a hard line dominant was bottoming for the only time that year. Some dominants could not be taken very far before they would start to crack, and the scene dominant had to recognize that and back off just enough to protect the bottom, but still keep the scene going. In contrast, other dominants were marvelous in the submissive role - as responsive and giving a partner as a domina could hope for. Usually, the latter types were dominants who had started out as submissives or who had often switched roles in their early years of D&S. Mary did not, however, tell him about the atypical scenes she had done in other public demonstrations - mainly because she really never considered asking for that type of submission from Gerald. She knew from some of their earliest experiences together that he simply didn't cope with certain types of play very well. He'd always tried for her, always given her his very best, and had never safe worded out on her, but the price he'd paid for giving her that effort had been terrible. Initially, Mary had reveled in his willingness to go "to the wall" for her like that, to suffer something he truly hated because it pleased her. It had been. . . . exalting for her, one of the finest gifts of submission, she had ever received from a partner. Then, she realized that Gerald did not recover from those scenes quickly or easily. That after she had finished the scene, her normal after care of hugs, encouragement and praise were only marginally successful. He seemed diminished for several days afterwards, and that had effectively killed whatever pleasure she took from that type of play with him. She enjoyed seeing a submissive bend to her will, relished working her way around the protective barriers around his self image, but she never wanted to batter down that self image itself. Especially the self image of the man she loved. While Gerald knew nothing about Mary's evasion on that subject, what he had learned did very little to help him prepare for three Saturday afternoons at the Lodge. Which was another reason, Mary thought, that it was a good idea to live at his house. She could do more to help prepare him for what she planned for him if she had more room and more privacy in which to work him. When Gerald had countered that the Council's contract specifically prohibited his foreknowledge, Mary had explained that she could plan training around key elements of her intended scene. After all, she wanted him to succeed, because by succeeding, he would be more likely to continue the trial. And, she had thought grimly, the more likely you are to see that you can trust yourself with me. ~--------------~ Gemma looked up from her reading and smiled at Mary. "Very complete, my dear, and there's nothing in there that violates the spirit or intent of the trial we've laid out for you." She handed the contract back to Mary. "So, are you going to sign it? I don't mean to be pushy, but the Council's decision was specific and this is the seventh day since the hearing." "I will sign it." Gerald said flatly. Mary looked at Gerald for several moments, trying to read his thoughts, or at least his feelings, but his face was as expressionless as his voice. She wished he would give her just a little encouragement - some little sign that he was doing this out of something more than a feeling of responsibility for her pending expulsion - but there was nothing there. She realized that Gemma was staring at her, and wondered how long she had been lost in thought. Forcing a bright smile onto her face, she tried to sound excited. "Of course I am going to sign it. Gerry is the best subbie I have ever played with and a joy to me. How could I pass up an opportunity like this?" Gemma's momentary frown told Mary that the other woman was not fooled in the least. Truth to tell, Mary was scared to her bones about this whole concept, and her fear had nothing to do with Gerald's attack on her that night two months back. "So," Gemma said into the now-silent room. "When will you really start?" They had discussed this and Mary responded. "Monday. Actually, Monday evening after Gerry gets home from work and clears up anything from work that couldn't wait until Tuesday." "Why not tomorrow?" Gemma asked. A sexy grin lit her classic face. "A weekend seems to be a far better time for some . . . well, some intense training." Mary saw Gerry pale and mentally cursed Gemma's well- intentioned little tease. Gerry obviously viewed "intense training" in a completely different light than what Gemma had intended and he knew he was not ready for that. "We need the weekend to rearrange things here." Mary slipped in smoothly. "Move my clothes and such from my apartment. Move Gerry's things out of the master bedroom and into one of the smaller rooms, and then move me into the Mistress room. Additionally, we need to go shopping for groceries and do laundry and all the myriad chores that working folks do on a weekend. No, a short, focused session on Monday evening will be far more effective as a first scene than one that we had to snatch from the ravages of moving day, or between a trip to the supermarket and mowing the lawn." Nodding, Gemma smiled and then proffered a pen to Gerald. "I think it is appropriate that you commit first, Mr. Harris. You must first surrender your power before Mistress Mary can accept that tribute." Gerald reached over and accepted the pen. Pulling the stack of paper over to him, he proceeded to boldly slash his name on the signature line and then carefully dated it. Mary then took the pen and with far more care and deliberation, signed her name beside Gerald's. "I now pronounce you Mistress and slave." Gemma intoned as she also signed the document, witnessing it for the Cabal Council. Neither of her hosts cracked a smile at her intended jest. Sighing, she gathered up the paper and stood to leave. "I will get you copies by Monday, Mary." They made their farewells, but Gemma stopped herself at the door. "A word of advice, you two. You will please recall that, more than anything else, this is supposed to a deeply satisfying, physically and emotionally wonderful commitment between two people who obviously care about each other. It is supposed to make you feel good, at least on some level, whether that is because you enjoy spanking his ass, or because you're proud of enduring for her or simply because the orgasms are great. If you two can't smile now, how the hell are you going to make it through three months?" Silently, Mary agreed with her friend, but before she could respond, Gerald did. "Because we have to, Lady Gemma. Because the Cabal Council has simply given us no other choice." He nodded to the sheaf of paper held tightly in her hand. "That contract says that there is no choice other than Mary leaving the Cabal, and that is unacceptable." Gently, Gemma reached out her free hand and stroked Gerald's cheek, feeling the tension in his jaw as she did so. On a whim, she leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Try to find the joy you once shared together," she whispered to him. Gemma left, quietly praying that this plan had not been a gross error in judgement. Gerald's attitude frankly frightened her. So much so that she wouldn't want to be in a 24/7 relationship with him. In fact, she felt guilty about her part in setting this up disaster-waiting-to- happen. Maybe she could tease her little husband Alex into giving her one of his justly famous sexy over-the- knee spankings. Emphasis, she grinned, on the sexy. She wasn't feeling that guilty. Besides, she was the Domme. Usually. ~-----------~ Back inside the house, stifling tension had descended on both Mary and Gerald. Each was locked tightly in their own concerns and fears. Finally, Mary broke the silence. "So, what do we do now?" For the first time that night, Gerald smiled. "Well, you are the Mistress, but if you ask me, I'd like to go to bed. I changed the linen on the bed in my old room and have moved most of my clothes, toiletries and sundries over into the slave quarters. We could just call it a day, and start the heavy moving tomorrow." "All right. That makes sense, but just one thing first, okay? This is *not* an order, Gerry, but do you think you could spare a hug? I am feeling kind of shaky just now." Gerald hesitated for just a moment and then opened his arms wide to enfold her. "Me, too," he said into the soft hair on the top of her head. "Me, too." End Part 7 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----