Message-ID: <19690eli$9902050444@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tigger@alices.com (Tigger) Subject: [New Story] Protecting the Mistress (26/31) (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: <36bb5759.2500493@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 26: Reconstruction of the Crime "You'll have to make do with my coffee, Gemma. Gerald's is much better, but he isn't going to be moving around the kitchen or anywhere else for a few days." Mary said acidly as she poured coffee at the table in Gerald's little kitchen. Gemma closed her eyes at that little gibe, and nodded. Mary had read her the riot act again as soon as the doctor had taken his leave. Although she stood nearly eight inches taller than the more diminutive domina, Gemma had felt very much the erring schoolgirl, with Mary playing the role of her old boarding school Head Mistress taking her to task for some failure or infraction. Determined not to give Mary cause to get started again, Gemma decided calm agreement was the safest path to take. "Too right, Mary, God, how could Freda do that? I mean, I know we told her to be tough with him. Hell, the whole point of this was to press him hard and see if he could handle it. Assuming you were correct and it was the humiliation aspect of that . . . incident . . . that set him off, this was a natural, if very demanding next step from the forced feminization game you played on him at the first congregation." "If that damned bitch had played by the rules, Gemma. She didn't and Gerry is suffering because of it!" Gemma saw the martial glint in her friend's eyes becoming more pronounced. She spoke quickly to interrupt her tirade a' borning." "I know, Mary, I know. I even selected her because of her style of play. I don't know what she could have been thinking of to go that far." Gemma just shook her head. "On the other hand, Mary, how could he let her do that to him? Was he afraid we'd rule against you if he tried to protect himself or did you order him not to safe word, Mary?" "He couldn't safe word." Mary replied in a dangerously soft voice. "Of course he could." Gemma responded instinctively until she caught the deadly look on Mary's face. She was furious again, but this time it was a cold rage, and all the more frightening to Gemma."um mm . . . Couldn't he?" She tentatively asked seeking more evidence for Mary's emotion Mary forced herself to calm down. Nothing would be gained by screaming at Gemma any more. She screamed anyway. "She left that fucking ring gag in his mouth the whole damned weekend. She kept the baby straps on him, too. He couldn't make a single intelligible word. Not only that, but in direct contravention of my instructions to her she did not even bother telling him about the panic button built into the baby carriage. Of course, it is only Gerald's word against hers, but Gerry has never lied to me and he has nothing to gain by lying to me now." "Well, from the looks of his ass, I would say revenge might be a pretty good motive. Hard to believe he would break out like that from wet diapers, though. Maybe Freda was just careless or fell asleep." "They weren't just wet, Gemma." The other woman's eyebrows rose into her hairline, her mouth open in shock. "He soiled himself, the first time shortly after they left the auditorium, and she didn't change him or clean him up until just before she was to return him to me." "How?" was all Gemma could say to that. "According to Gerry, Freda gave him a couple of moderately sized but very soapy enemas - one right after the scene, and one just before she put him to bed for the night. He tried, but eventually the soap's irritation was just too much for him and he lost control of his bowels. She left those damned messy diapers on him until the end of the weekend, Gemma! She's damned lucky he doesn't have a really serious infection because of that nasty little stunt. I *might* still let her live." Mary's face went very hard and her voice dropped too just barely above a whisper. "Initially, I didn't really understand why she felt she had to deliver him to me in ankle and hand irons. Now I do, and I am only sorry I did not turn him loose on her. No, I take that back. I am sorry I did not turn myself loose on her." "That is what got you into this mess in the first place, darling. You are wagering a great deal on his self control. Don't fuck it up now." "Well, as you said yourself, Gemma. Look at the condition she returned him in. Christ, I want to break that damned cane of hers over her head, and stick the two jagged ends up places where it does her the least good and that is just for starters." Gemma's stomach fluttered at the memory of what Gerry's buttocks had looked like. She was still having a hard time believing that a Cabal-vetted Domme could do something like that to a submissive in her keeping. "That would gain nothing, either." Gemma said, trying to keep the lid on her friend's mounting anger. "True enough, but I can dream, can't I? As he pointed out, bringing charges against another member of the Cabal is serious business, and if he couldn't prove it, he might do more harm than good." "No witnesses to the scene?" "None that stayed for any length of time according to Gerry. One actually mentioned the stench, but Freda said it was time for his changing and that she'd take care of it after the visitor left. And Gerry did not recognize her, anyway." Gemma shook her head. "Then there is nothing I can do, at least officially. As you said, it is only his word that she did not give him the opportunity to safe word out of it. She won't tell on herself as you did. Unofficially, however, I am going to keep a *very* close eye on our Nanny-Dearest. We don't need that kind of incident messing things up for everyone else. If she is really that vicious, she will slip up again, and I will be there to catch her next time." "Thanks." Mary replied wearily. Her anger was starting to wind down again, at least for the moment, and the post- adrenalin-rush fatigue was on her. "What are you going to do?" Gemma asked gently. "Stay home and take care of him. For as long as he'll let me, anyway," she said with a defeated shrug. "As I should have done over the weekend." "I will say this just one last time, dammit." Gemma's own temper was fraying under the morning's revelations. "There was nothing you could have done once you agreed to the scene, Mary, and to Freda's assumption of responsibility for him in the scene. Under the current rules, you could not have left your room, even if you'd been absolutely positive she was abusing him. That is the way the contract is written. The fault lies with me for selecting Freda and then not monitoring her, and with Freda for abusing him, as you said, in total contravention of your direction." "Screw that god-damned contract." Mary snapped. "It is not going to matter much longer anyway." At Gemma's quizzical look, Mary laughed bitterly. "Do you honestly think I would ask him to go back up there? After what our oh-so-precious Cabal with all our high-minded rhetoric about safety and sanity and all that consensuality bullshit just did to him? Christ, Gemma, he has every right in the world to tell me to go to hell if I even suggested such a thing. I'm somewhat amazed he hasn't already." "He tried to hide it from you, Mary. Seems to me he did that because he knew this is how you would react and he did not want that. And also because he knows that you are in no way responsible for his current condition. In a way, your sub is still trying to look out for your safety - just like we said back when I asked you to do that scene with him. Since he could have already called the whole thing off over this, I would say he has already decided to stay the course to the end," Gemma encouraged. "He has a lot of discomfort to live through yet, Gemma. He might just change his mind. The bruises from that damned cane of hers are deep. The doctor figures he will be almost back to normal in a week or so. In some ways, the worst is yet to come. He'd have to be a masochist to be willing to continue. He's not a masochist and I am not a sadist. Don't expect us back, Gemma." "No, he isn't a masochist. He's a man in love - one who wants to slay dragons for his lady. He's just worried that he might also be one of those dragons that threaten her." Gemma stood and offered her hand to her friend. They shook hands where once they would have hugged, which saddened them both. "I expect I will see you up on the mountain with Gerald at least one more time. Good luck, dear. I can find my own way out. Go see how your patient is doing." Mary watched Gemma leave the house, and then watched as her car disappeared from view before heading up the stairs to Gerald. ~------------~ "Why?" Mary looked up from the book she was reading. She had moved Gerald back into the Mistress Bedroom for the duration of his recovery. The bathroom was closer for Gerald and the bed was better. Besides, there was also a comfortable chair in which Mary could rest in as she kept her vigil. "Why, what, Gerald?" "That damned scene. I know Freda disobeyed you, but I don't understand what you hoped to accomplish with it." Mary considered her answer, trying to decide how much of the truth she should give him. All of it, she mused. It was time for him to know all of it, and if he ordered her out of his life for it? Well, maybe that was fair. "Part of it you already know. The Cabal wanted to be sure you could be trusted with someone other than me - especially if that person pressed you and your buttons hard." "And they still don't fucking know, do they? It is not like I was free to do anything the entire time." "True, but that is not the point. You should have been, or at least somewhat free, anyway." At Gerald's derisive snort of disbelief, Mary bristled. "Do you want to know this or not?" Gerald gave a sharp nod. "Then listen. The public part was intended as another humiliation treatment. In case you haven't realized it, you react very badly to that type of play. I think that may be a large piece of what made you snap and attack me. I was so proud of you, Gerald. You almost won. You should have won." "Freda couldn't have that. She told me later that she has been dreaming about having a sub who couldn't say no to her for a very long time. What was supposed to happen?" "First and foremost, you were supposed to be teased into playing with her. Baby games mostly like crawling around, sucking on a pacifier or perhaps on your thumb and playing with a rattle. All the games were with a hint of humiliation, but more playful than anything else. Freda is supposed to be particularly good at that type of scene. We thought that, in the privacy of the nursery, you'd be able to let go and enjoy yourself, much as you had when I put you in little girl rompers. We hoped that you'd realize you could "suffer" some gentle humiliation in privacy and still have fun, and with someone other than me pushing your buttons." Gerald considered this and nodded. "Like the Cabaret before that guy interfered." Mary nodded. "Just so. The other part of the planned program, however, was not quite that benign." Her defensive tone brought Gerald's head up with a snap. "Not quite so benign?" The question was actually a demand and both realized that. "You were going to be a baby for the entire weekend, Gerald," Mary said with soft emphasis, "Just as I said you would be at the beginning of the afternoon demonstration on Saturday. That meant no access to adult facilities. You were to spend the whole time in diapers and yes, *using* diapers." "For god's sake, Mary," he breathed, "Why?!?!" "To show you that being dependent on someone else is all right when you are submitting to that someone. She was supposed to change you regularly, even if you did not need it. In case you are wondering, yes, you would have needed it. She was going to keep feeding you fluids, keeping you super hydrated. You could not possibly have held it for more than twenty four hours." "What about bowel movements?" "Why do you think we had soup for dinner Friday night and why I gave you an enema before you went to bed that night? So you wouldn't have to move your bowels, but if you had, she was supposed to handle that, too." "I can't believe you mean that." He growled. "Why do you think I ordered you to safe word if it got to be too much for you, love? Why do you think I drove you to safe word with those vibrating clamps and cock ring? I figured it would be necessary for you, especially if you did need to move your bowels. I wanted you to know without the slightest shadow of doubt that using your safe word was exactly what I wanted you to do if the situation got too rough for you." She watched as Gerald went very still and all emotion left his face. Here it comes, she thought bleakly - he was going to order her to leave him the hell alone. It won't be enough for him. Well, she really could not blame him. Gerald took a deep breath. "Thank you, Mistress." "What did you say?" Mary goggled in disbelief. "Thank you," he repeated. "I can see that you did everything you could to make this easier for me. It is not your fault that any of this happened. And while I can't say I would have liked having control of my most basic bodily functions stripped from me, I know beyond any doubt that you intended that I safe word out of that." "You believe me?" Mary asked, her heart singing. "You've never lied to me, Mistress. Of course I believe you." "Oh," Mary said, still dazed. End Part 26 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----