Message-ID: <19693eli$9902050445@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tigger@alices.com (Tigger) Subject: [New Story] Protecting the Mistress (29/31) (FemDom, Romance) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: tigger@alices.com 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: <36bf58a1.2828389@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 29: Interludes It had been one hell of a fight, Gerry thought happily. Even fighting with this woman was wonderful. "God dammit, Gerry, NO! We are NOT going to do that." Mary bellowed again at her fianc‚ of less than three hours. She waggled her index finger in his face and repeated herself, "We are NOT!" Grinning at her fury, Gerry caught the hand that threatened to break his nose and brought it up to his lips to kiss. He lingered on the finger that was now decorated with a square cut emerald, chosen because he thought it matched her unusually dark green eyes. "Yes we are," he said with calm assurance. "Gerry, there is no reason for us to go up there anymore." Mary entreated. "I have everything I want right here, right now. I don't need to finish the contract. You have nothing else to prove. Not to me, not to the Cabal, not to anyone. I've told you and told you - after standing up to those two scenes without losing it, there is nothing at all you need to do to make me believe that you are safe for me to play with and I am the only one who counts in all this. There is absolutely no reason for you to have to display yourself in front of all those people again." "Except that I promised I would, and I am not going to take the Cabal away from you on the same night that I gave you my ring. We're going, and we're going to finish this." "Gerrr-rrry!" Mary almost whined in exasperation. "Marrrr-rrry" Gerry parroted. "Sweetheart. I need to finish this. I have been through so much with you, for you. I can't stop now, not when we're so close to having it all again." "You're supposed to be the sub in this partnership, dammit. Why the hell aren't you surrendering gracefully to my Domme-ly power?" she growled under her breath. Then he took her in his arms and held her close. "We have to do this, Mary . . . Mistress, so we can get beyond that awful night, and go on with our lives together. There is nothing you can do to me up there, nothing that you or anyone else has done to me up there, that could be worse than the fate I had sentenced myself to . . . a life without you. As you pointed out . . . if I can get past those first two, I can get past anything. Having you just makes me stronger still." Mary went limp in his arms, and sighed her defeat. "You're right. All right, Gerry. One last time, and after that you are mine and I only share with a few, very special friends. No more having every damned Domme in the Cabal lusting after what's *mine*." "Does that special few include Sally, Mistress-darlin'?" Gerry asked slyly. "Oh ho! So you liked Lady Sally, did you?" "She was okay, but the one I really liked was Pet," he said lasciviously and then watched her eyes go wide with indignation. "She wore this perfume that I *really* like, and she just fit perfectly in my arms, ya know?" He pulled her close again. "Kinda like you do, Mistress-darlin'. Almost exactly like you do, Mistress-darlin'." "You DID know!" she said jumping back to pin him with a furious glare. "You knew it was me making love to you that night! Since when?" "Since the moment I had my arms around you . . . I mean, Pet. But, I might have been wrong, you know. Maybe we could go do little experiment to test out my theory?" he asked looking hopefully toward the upstairs door to the Mistress Bedroom. "Welllllllll." Mary drawled before snatching his arm and dragging him up the stairs. ~-------------~ Mary shifted the phone into her right hand so that she could continue to gaze at the sparkling green ring on her left hand ring finger. It felt enormously heavy, and it distracted her constantly, but that made her look at it, and that made her feel wonderful each and every time. She was so deliriously happy that she did not mind a bit that originally, an engagement ring was the male's mark of claim on the female wearing it. Still, she thought, there were ways of dealing with that, too. She had found this really nice masculine onyx ring that would make a perfect laying-claim engagement ring for her Gerry. She couldn't wait to put in on him. "Hallo?" her party answered, making Mary smile. Gemma's British was showing. "Gemma! Guess what!" Mary realized she was squealing and tried for a modicum of decorum. And failed. What the hell, she thought, a woman doesn't get proposed to every day. "Gerry proposed! We're going to get married!" A lilting chuckle answered her. "And you sound so disappointed about it." "Oh you." Mary chided. "He did it last night, even after I had spent two hours torturing him ruthlessly. Even took away his safe word for the night." "MARY!" Gemma's scream made Mary snatch the phone away from her head. "TELL me that you are joking! NOW!" This command was from the Chairperson of the Cabal High Council. "No joke, darling. Forced the poor man to sit through two solid hours of opera. Didn't even let him go to the men's room except during the intermission." "Dammit, girl, don't DO that. I am already having trouble with the last Domme who denied your intended his safe word." That reference caught Mary's full attention. "Anything new?" she asked hopefully. "Unfortunately no. She is being very careful. None of her regulars will say anything against her, and the newbies she's tried out and then discarded apparently thought and still think they were simply mismatched. I think she steps over the line regularly, but she only keeps the ones who seem to like that kind of game or who won't say anything about it. With Gerald, I suspect she saw an opportunity to get really nasty and took it." "His name is Gerry." Mary corrected. "One of my little demands for agreeing to marry the lad - my special friends get to call him Gerry." "I am honored." Gemma said solemnly. "So, what are you and Gerry going to do about the third demonstration? Everything is already set up for the one you planned. Everyone you asked for has committed to being there." "Damn. In all the excitement, I'd forgotten that we'd set that up. And Gerry, the honorable fool, is insisting that we go to the Lodge and finish that damned contract. He says he owes me that and that we need to get past it." She sighed. "Well, I'll let you know what I will need for Saturday when we arrive at the Lodge on Friday." "Mary?" Her friend's voice became very grave, "Don't you think you should go with the original script? People have changed their personal plans around to be there on Saturday. At your request, by the way, and besides, I think you and Gerry need the closure." "But I don't want to do that scene, Gemma. I never did." Then she amended quietly, "Well, maybe I did, but maybe that should stay in the past where it belongs." , "You still planned it, and I think it would be a good idea to finish it." "I don't think a whole helluva lot about what you think are good ideas, Gemma, not after last time." Mary said coldly. "And this is my call - not yours." "I guess after my poor judgement last time I deserve that, Mary," the other woman replied sadly. "Okay. I've told you what I think. All I ask you is that you give it some thought. If you tell me on Friday that you are changing the plan, fine. I won't say another word. And you're right. It is your call to make." Shit, Mary thought. "Gemma, I am sorry. That was a cheap shot, and as you told me that morning, the fault really lies with Freda. I don't know what I am going to do, Gemma, and that is the truth. Even if I do go forward with the basic plan, I will be departing significantly from the letter of the plan that I gave you originally." "It's okay, dear. You were completely correct, after all. You are his Domme, his Mistress and now his fiancee. It is your call, and I will back you fully if anyone questions you changing your agenda. Well, enjoy your new relationship, Mary. I look forward to being able to hug both of you soon." "Me, too, Gemma. We'll be arriving late on Friday, so if nothing has changed after all, I won't wake you up. Gotta run. Be well." "Same back at you." Mary held the dial-tone-buzzing phone until the computer began to tell her that if she wanted to make a call, she should hang up and dial again. What the hell was she going to do? End Part 29 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----