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Spirited Dominance
by Tigger
Copyright 1999, All Rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction intended for adults. If Femdom situations
offend you, or do not tickle your erotic bone, please don't read it.
You won't enjoy it and I won't enjoy that. May be archived at any
site which is completely free (adult check does NOT count).
Spirted Dominance
"Na-than!" the sultry, normally soft tones were colored with
frustration and a touch of anger. "I loved her, too, but
she's been gone for three years. You are still alive, damn
you, and it is time for you to come out of your blasted cave
and start to live again yourself."
Nathan privately wished he had let the answering machine
handle this call as he had so many others. One thing about
the Huntress Diana, she was relentless once she had decided
upon her path. At least he knew what she wanted and could
deal with that directly.
"Nathan? Are you there?" At his affirming grunt, she pressed
on. "Look, you don't have to play. Just come to the party on
Saturday. We'd love to have you and besides, I promised Jane
I would look after you that night she . . " Diana's voice
broke into a sob. "The night she had her accident."
Maybe she was right, Nathan thought remembering his recent
dreams, maybe it was time, but not this Saturday. "Diana, I
promise I will come to the next one, but I can't this Saturday
- especially not this Saturday."
"*Especially* this Saturday, dammit. Nathan, share this day
with us. Let us share the pain with you. Frankly, I think
offering yourself up to the whip would be cathartic for you,
but at least let those of us who loved you both and love you
still be with you."
"I don't want to ruin anyone else's night, Diana. I promise I
will come to the next party, but I just can't this weekend."
He wondered if he sounded as pitiful as he thought he did and
decided that it did not matter - not this time.
"I'll come and spend the night with you." Diana responded.
"I will not have you sitting there brooding by yourself."
For the first time, Nathan felt a slight smile curl his mouth.
"Diana," he said indulgently. "I may not be active in the
group, but I still do read your newsletter. I know that you
are First Domme for this party. You are the hostess. You
can't fail to attend your own party."
"I'll get someone else to do it. Everything is already set up
and done. Any of the other dommes will jump at the chance to
lord it over the party without having had to do any of the
work. I'll just call . . . "
"Di-ane. I will be all right. Let me deal with this in my
own way, and I promise I will come out . . how did you put it?
From my cave?" He forced a lighter tone into his voice. "I
guess I should be glad, at least, that it isn't my closet you
accused me of hiding in."
"You promise, Mr. Davis?" and it was definitely the imperious
Huntress who was demanding that answer. She never used such
formal address except when she was in top mode.
"My word of honor, Huntress Diana." he answered with quiet
determination.
"I will hold you to that, Nathan. Don't think I won't!"
exaggerated menace tinging each word before warned menacingly.
"I have not forgotten how to run an abduction scene." she
added glibly.
A warm memory of a time when she and Jane had worked together
to bring life to that particular fantasy of a younger, more
innocent Nathan Davis. "I am sure you do, dear lady. As I
said, you have my word. I just don't know. . . how much I can
do or take now. . . . without her to pull it from me and give
it to me.
"As much or as little as you want or as you can handle, dear
heart. Just let us back in and we'll go from there together."
They ended the call on that high note, each feeling a little
better than they had before their talk.
~-----------~
Saturday dawned grey and cold as befit the anniversary of the
day when a life had ended and another been forever changed.
As he made preparations for the ceremony he'd planned for that
day, Nathan thought again about the recurring dream he'd been
having over the past few weeks. Jane had come to him each
night in his dream - she had seemed so real that he hadn't
wanted to wake up - just stay forever in that warm surreal
world where his lover and Mistress lived again. But dreams
end.
Odd about that dream, he mused, Jane seemed so determined to
tell him something, but somehow, he just wasn't getting the
message. Well, it certainly made going to bed a great deal
more inviting than it had been for far too many long lonely
months.
He went about his personal ablutions, preparing himself and
his body as he had so many times at the direction of Mistress
Jane. When he was finally ready, his body was hairless and
smooth from his eyebrows to his toes and he was thoroughly
cleansed, inside and out.
Nude, he padded through the silent house toward the room that
had gone unused for three incredibly long, empty years.
Except for his weekly cleaning, it had not changed in all that
time, having gone unused since the last time Jane had called
him to present himself for her discipline testing. That had
been the day before a drunk driver had run a red light only to
be stopped by Jane's beloved MGB. The little car's passenger
compartment had been crushed like a stepped-on beer can. For
months, the only solace Nathan had found had been the young
doctor's assurance that she'd been dead before the shock would
have passed sufficiently for her to feel the agony of a
shattered body.
With a last bracing breath, he opened the door on Mistress
Jane's dungeon. Like the woman who had created it, Jane's
dungeon was unique. Bright, airy, sunlit through a series of
skylights, the room might have been a Regency England lady's
morning room. Except for the standing pillory, the St.
Andrew's Cross, the whipping block and Jane's throne, that is.
Jane's throne was an imposing, hand-carved gold-gilt black
armchair, upholstered in luxurious red velvet and satin
brocade. It stood as the focal point of the room, in its very
center between the two armoires that held Jane's toys, fetish
attire and restraining devices. A deep-pile, handwoven rug
lay on the floor directly in front of the chair.
Diana was right, Nathan mused, it was time to move on.
Hopefully, what he planned this night would give him the
closure he needed to begin that redirection of his life.
A friend of his had told him about one exercise she'd done
during a grief management seminar. Essentially, what the
facilitator had her do was seat herself directly opposite
another chair in which she had been told her husband sat. The
point of the activity was to give her the opportunity to talk
out her hurt, her sadness and yes, her anger at having been
left alone. And she was able to say good bye.
Nathan had never had a chance to say good bye.
He set his stage carefully: Jane's favorite black patent
leather spike heels where her feet would have rested as she
sat upon her throne. Her full length black satin opera gloves
hung neatly over each chair arm and her favorite paddle, crop
and dressage whip rested on the seat, leaning decorously
against the chair's back.
Finally ready, Nathan strode to his place at the edge of the
rug and knelt. His head bowed, Nathan meditated for uncounted
minutes. When his mind had cleared, he prostrated himself
before her throne and kissed the toe of her left shoe.
*How*, Nathan asked himself, *do you say goodbye to such a
woman - to such a vital part of everything that I am?*
"You don't, Nathan." a voice above him said.
A voice Nathan had not heard in three, long years. It
couldn't be! "I must be hallucinating, losing my mind." he
growled to himself as he moved to rise from his obeisance. "I
can't even pretend she's here without my mind playing tricks
on me."
The shoe beneath his lips suddenly moved and came to rest
pushing down firmly upon his head and holding him down against
the rug. "Not so fast, little man." the amused voice said
again. "I am not sure you are quite ready to deal with this,
so just stay right where you are."
"Mis. . . Mistress JANE??!?" Nathan managed to choke out.
"So it would seem, Mr. Davis." her voice had that slightly
mocking, gently amused tone that had always turned his guts to
ice.
"But how? If I am not going out of my head, how? I mean, I
know you are dead." He again tried to rise, but the pressure
on his head continued to hold him face down on the rug.
"Well, I am not precisely sure myself," she said thoughtfully
as she stroked his head gently with her toes, "Except it was
decided that you need me to help you move on. So, here I am."
"To help me?"
"Yes. You have allowed your grief to prevent you from finding
the new love that *should* have been yours two years ago. And
since I personally picked her for you, your recalcitrance has
really begun to piss me off."
"I. . . I don't understand."
"Obviously, Nate." was the sardonic reply. "I tried doing
this the easy way by coming to you in your dreams, but you
were so happy to see me, you weren't listening to me. You're
going to pay for that inattention, by the way."
Tears were streaming down Nathan's face. If this was a
hallucination, he did not want it to end. . . EVER.
A line of fire seared across the long-untrained cheeks of his
ass, making him squeal in surprise. "And that is *precisely*
the kind of thinking that is pissing me off, Mr. Davis. You
have to let me go, dammit, I will *be* there for you when it
is your time to pass over. In the meantime, I *refuse* to let
you go through the rest of your life like you have the past
three. It is a waste of a fine, loving man - of whom there
are too damned few in this world to let one wither away alone.
Not only that, but it is a pretty poor reflection on my
training of you. If you learned nothing else, don't you think
living life fully and fearlessly is ultimate lesson of
submission?"
"How long?" was all Nathan could get out.
"Until midnight tonight, Cinderfella. You are going to the
Grand Ball." The pressure on his head slipped away. "Look up
at me, Nathan."
Nathan rose, remaining on his knees and looked up at the chair
and saw the well remembered, well loved face of his owner
smiling down at him. She seemed almost transparent, ethereal,
but it was definitely Mistress Jane Davis.
She leaned over to lift his chin with a gloved finger. "We
have a little more than twelve hours to do what must be done,
beloved, before the Management calls me back."
"The Management? You mean. . .?" He looked at her in wonder.
"Does that mean you went to heaven? Even. . . even being a
domme and something of a sadist? And came back?"
"Of course, dear. I never played with anyone who did not
compliment my outlook and what we did together was *always*
making love in our own special way. Heaven is for those who
love. Contrary to what the more close minded want to believe,
the Management understands and acknowledges that truth. And
of *course* I came back, you lovable idiot. You needed me to
set you straight. So here I am - your official Fairy God
Domme, all set to whip your sorry ass back into the land of
the living."
"Can you really say things like that? I mean, curse like that
and get back into heaven?" Nathan knew he was babbling, but
how many times did a guy have to deal with the ghost of his
lover, wife and owner? No wonder he was all but incoherent.
"Of course I can. The Boss doesn't really care about that
stuff. All that really matters is what is inside you. I am
still me, darling, and *you* are wasting time again." She
stood and walked over to the whipping block. "Now get your
butt over here, Mr. Davis. I can tell that I need to exercise
the first rule of leadership and get your attention before we
can accomplish anything. Besides, you owe a forfeit for
ignoring me these past weeks."
How he was supposed to know it had really been here, Nathan
had no idea. Did that mean that he had to submit to his
dreams? Bemused by that thought, he crawled over to the
cushioned, hassock-like device and laid himself over it,
positioning his bottom just so for the coming trial.
Magically, restraints appeared, cuffing his wrists and ankles.
"One of the advantages of having the Management's support and
assistance for this little endeavor. I don't have to do
anything more than think of something, at least with regards
to you, and it happens. Of course," and Nathan's right buttock
flared as Jane's hand landed a hard swat. "Some things should
be done the old fashioned way for best effect." A second,
equally stinging blow lashed the left cheek. "Get as
comfortable as you can in the circumstances, darling. You are
going to be here for awhile."
It should have been hellish. Nathan had gone without any
corporal training for the last three years. His mind told him
that each blow hurt more because his brain didn't have any
recent experience to gauge this one by. The session lasted
well over an hour, progressing deliberately from hand to
paddle to crop to strap and ending with the rattan school
cane. Nathan's ass felt like chopped steak sizzling on a
barbeque grill - it seemed like Jane had an almost mystic
sense of where one more stroke would numb him and where
another cut would flash white hot across Nathan's senses -
never letting him quite slip away into sub-space.
*of course it's mystical* he told himself as another swat
pumped a fresh spurt of tears down his salted cheeks, *she's a
spirit, now.* More than once, he'd started to say his safe
word, but each time she gave him that tiny bit of respite he
needed to continue.
It should have been hellish, but it was the closest to heaven
that Nathan had ever been in his life. It was as if she was
burning the grief and negative energy out of him with the
furnace she was making of his backside.
And then it was over. The restraints disappeared as magically
as they'd appeared, and Nathan felt himself being led back to
the throne where he buried his face in Jane's lap and cried
his soul out. Jane let him purge himself, content to stroke
his hair and murmur wordless endearments.
When Nathan calmed, Jane put her hands on his head and lifted
his face to hers. The kiss they shared certainly felt real.
"Better, sweet?" Jane asked gently.
A new peace shown in her lover's red rimmed eyes. "Yes,
Mistress, thank you."
"You're quite welcome. Now, isn't this position we find
ourselves in somewhat evocative?"
Nathan looked down to realize that he was kneeling between her
splayed thighs, her sweet pussy winking up at him. Joy flared
in him, but he worried that he might have misunderstood. "May
I. . . I mean, is that permitted? You being an angel and
all?"
"Silly man," she said with loving indulgence, "Let's just say
that heaven is a very individual state, dear, and your tongue
worshiping me is definitely my idea of heaven right now - so
get busy, and be ready to camp out for a while once you get
there. It's been a long time for me, too."
He fell upon her like a starving man at a banquet. Whether
the taste of her passion or the sound of her whimpers was
sweeter, Nathan couldn't begin to say. All that mattered was
that he was giving his woman pleasure one more time. As she'd
predicted, he did settle in for awhile, loving every second,
every lick and every nibble. He should have tired, should
have weakened, but he didn't. He lost count of how many times
she climaxed, but he filed each one away to savor again after
she went back to her heavenly home.
"Enough." she finally said, with just a bit of a quaver in her
voice. "We still have to get you ready for the ball,
Cinders."
Resting back on his haunches, and looked up at her still
licking her taste from his lips. "That's the second time
you've said that, Mistress. A ball? What's this about a
ball?"
"Well, as close as needs be, dearest. I'm talking about
tonight's play party."
Joyful anticipation lit Nathan's face. "We're going to the
party? That's wonderful, Mistress. Diana will be so happy to
see you one last time, too." He refused to think about losing
her again - even though he did.
Jane's face became solemn. "No, dear, on two counts. First,
*you*, not *we* are going to the play party. Oh, I'll be
there, at least until midnight, but no one else will see me or
even hear me because I am only here for you."
"Only me? What does that mean? Are you really here or am I
really hallucinating? I mean, I can see you, feel you."
"How does your ass feel, darling?" she asked, a brow cocked
high in challenge as his hands slipped carefully to his
scorching buns. "Some things, Nathan, you simply have to
accept on faith."
"I'm going alone? Why? I want to spend every moment I can
with you. And you said there were two counts."
"You aren't going alone. I will be there, but only you will
know it. Second, you are going because you need to go, and I
will be there to help you past any awkwardness or to push you
if you try to wimp out. And third, the second count you were
wrong about is thinking that I am going to leave you. I will
always be with you so long as you love me - right there in
your heart and mind. Okay?"
*And I will love you forever and ever, amen. Some things, you
simply have to accept on faith*, Nathan repeated in his mind,
and then nodded.
"Good. Let's go and check out what is left of my cosmetics in
that shrine you turned my bedroom into that is still usable.
We have a lot to get done and only," she looked at the large
clock, "a few hours before we have to leave for the party. Of
course, we have a little extra time since I do want you to
make a grand entrance when you walk into Diana's dungeon."
"Makeup, Mistress?" Nathan asked in surprise. Forced fem had
never been one of Jane's usual games. In fact, the only times
he'd been ordered to cross dress had been once when they'd
played with Diana who absolutely loved seeing her boy-subs
struggling in heels, corsets and tight, short skirts.
"Makeup, Darling." Jane assured him. "Let's not be foolish
and try to pretend that tonight won't be difficult for you.
Just going there and facing all that meant to us when I was
alive will be bloody hell for you, so I am going to make it as
different for you as I possibly can. You're going there in a
role completely unlike any that you ever had with or for me.
I want this to be so far outside anything in your past
experiences that you won't have to deal with any inadvertent
memories grabbing you at the wrong moment."
"As Natalie, Mistress?" Nathan asked with a resigned smile on
his face.
"You are going to be *sooooo* cute, darling.
~------------~
Cute was *not* how Nathan would have described himself after
his phantom Mistress had finished preparing him. He could
barely breathe with the corset trying to rearrange his
internal organs and he did not even want to think about what
was going to happen to him the first time he tried to change
direction in the damned skyscraper heels Jane had chosen for
him. A perky cap of blond curls outlined his face. Special
flesh-toned prosthetics simulated real cleavage in the cups of
the corset. Nathan could not quite believe the very strange
leather miniskirt that only minimally covered him. It had a
wide leather belt at its hem that buckled behind his legs,
effectively hobbling him, but that left his entire butt
completely bare. Stockings and a collar completed his
ensemble.
He wanted to believe he looked like a tall, ungainly
caricature of a man in drag, but had to admit he did not. He
actually looked like a woman - a very kinky and unusually tall
woman - but a woman nonetheless. Jane's cosmetic artistry
certainly made him striking, almost pretty, but just the face
would probably make folks stop and stare even without the bare
ass, the simulated boobs and the heels.
At least his ass didn't hurt anymore. Hell, it didn't even
show a blemish. If his butt had looked anything like what it
had felt after Mistress Jane's corporal session at the block,
his ass-cheeks should have looked like grape juice colored
hamburger. It didn't, because when she had put her hands on
his bottom before she began to dress him, it had been like all
the hurt was a liquid that just emptied out of him where she
touched him.
Nathan stole another look into the mirror. "I don't have the
faintest idea where this stuff came from." he mumbled, his
attention still fixed on the tall reflected figure. "None of
these things would fit you, Mistress. Did you buy this for me
before. . ." his voice trailed off.
"You can say it, dear." she said amused. "Before I died.
Don't worry about it, Nathan. The only thing that keeps being
dead from being perfect is having to wait for you and you well
know that patience is one of my lesser virtues. Now, as to
your question, no, all of this was purchased since in the past
few months. You'll find the charges on your charge card
bills."
Nathan nearly fell as he rounded on his Mistress. "I never
bought any of this!" he yelled angrily as he fought to catch
himself.
"That's enough of that, young lady!" Jane snapped, moving to
support him as he regained his precarious balance. "Just
because I made the bruises on your bottom go away doesn't mean
I can't give them back if you don't behave. I don't want
anyone thinking you can't take a good hiding tonight, but
think how a really masterful whipping would feel if I gave you
back the after-effects of our little session on the block, but
left your bottom looking completely unmarked? Remember *who*
you are talking to, Natalie."
Abashed at his gaff, Nathan hung his head and blushed.
"Sorry, Mistress. It was just a surprise. This is all just
so very hard to deal with. I feel like I am in the middle of
some type of surreal painting where everything I know and
understand has been bent and skewed."
"That's okay, Pet. Just don't let it happen again." Jane
answered more gently. "As for *your* purchases, I bought them
for you, Nathan. Actually, they were all gathered today, but
because I am here to help you, I can fix certain events in the
past so that they are consistent with the role I expect you to
play. The records will show you've been accumulating this
outfit over the past few months."
"Another guardian angel power from the Management?" Nathan
asked.
"Just so." she said equably. "Now, practice walking. Those
heels will be hard for you to manage, but I don't want you
running away when the going gets tough tonight." Nathan
started to say something, but stopped at the challenging look
in his lover's eyes. Slowly, he turned and started to move in
the unaccustomed heels. Never had he worn anything like those
instruments of pedal torture before. Not even when they'd
played with Diana.
"Toe to heel, Natalie, and swing your hips. Less shoulder
swing." Jane coached as Nathan fought to remain upright from
one step to the next.
- Swwack!--
Nathan yelped at the sudden attack to his right bottom cheek
and instinctively rolled his hip forward to escape. Just as
he put his high heel shod foot down, a second, equally sharp
stroke landed on his left hip's side. "That's better!" Jane
crowed. "Keep that up. And keep your head up, too. Don't
watch the floor."
But he didn't. Another swat cut into Nathan's ass. "I said
swing those hips, girl, not your arms! Put them on your hips
and strut like a showgirl. You've seen showgirls, haven't
you?" He had, but he would never admit it in this situation,
so he soon found cuffs encircling his wrists that buckled to
rings on the sides of the corset. "There, now you can't move
them off your hips. Now *strut*. Shake that bootie, cutie!"
The training lasted over a half hour before Jane was satisfied
that he at least had the rudiments down adequately for her
purposes. Not perfect, still needing training, but at least
he wasn't a danger to himself. As for Nathan, his bright red
complexion was at least equal parts exertion and embarrassment
from Jane's steady commentary on his performance.
*I can't believe blood isn't streaming down my legs.* Nathan
thought as he rubbed his freed, sweaty hands over the smarting
mounds of his butt.
"Of course you aren't bleeding." Jane answered with some
disgust. "You know very well that I am more skilled than
that, and besides, you can't bleed or cut with me unless I
want you to."
*She heard my thoughts???"
"Yes, darling. I did, and I will continue to hear them. I am
here for you and because of the short time frame I have work
with, I have been given access to your every thought, your
every emotion, so that I can take care of your needs most
efficiently. Now, come along. I have just thought of
something that will help you move more daintily. Move now, we
don't have much time before we have to leave."
~---------~
Fifteen minutes later, a very gingerly moving Nathan, wearing
a belted black raincoat over his feminine attire, escorted his
Mistress to the car. Long experience with Jane's preferences
had Nathan moving to the passenger door, only to be stopped by
an amused Jane.
"You'll have to drive, Natalie, because I can't. I am a
ghost, remember? I can't touch physical objects. My hands
just pass through such things."
"You touch me." he protested, remembering how much Jane had
loved driving his Jaguar.
"I can touch you, darling, and do things for you that you
can't do for yourself or that you can't do well enough for my
purposes. In everything else, I am a ghost and this is the
world of the living." She gave a shrug, but looked just a bit
longingly at the steering column of the powerful automobile.
Grumbling at not being able to let her drive, Nathan moved to
the driver's side and sat only to jump back out immediately
when his weight drove the large buttplug Jane had inserted
further into his ass.
"Problems, darling?" Jane asked with a soft giggle.
Nathan frowned but then brightened. "That means you can
drive, Mistress. I can't drive safely if I am constantly
being distracted by the plug. So the Management will let you
drive, right?"
"Nice try, Natalie, but we both know you've driven quite
safely while plugged in the past, or I could simply order you
to remove it if that becomes truly necessary. It won't, will
it?" she challenged drily. Nathan stared for a moment, but
finally shook his head in defeat. "I thought not. Now, get in
and drive. If we are late, you'll wear a "spank me" sign for
the entire evening."
It was only a short drive to Diana's party, and soon, Nathan
was handing Jane out of the car. "Natalie, from this point
on, you need to act as if I am not here. No one else will be
able to see me or hear me, so you will look very strange if
you try to open doors for me or hand me a drink. Got that?"
"Yes, Mistress, but it is going to be very hard - knowing you
are there and not giving you your due."
"My due in this case, darling, is for you to go in there and
interact with our friends again." With that, Jane clipped a
leash onto Nathan's collar and handed the handloop to him.
"You just carry this. I'll give you a tug now and then when I
think you need it. Let's go."
Nathan got inside the old barn easily enough, and deposited
his coat with the hat-check-slave, but he balked when it came
to entering into the refurbished section that served as the
gathering place/dungeon for these get-togethers. A tug on his
leash and a stern look from Jane got him over the threshold.
Immediately, it seemed like every head slewed over to where he
stood, clutching at his leash and feeling very alone. A six
and a half foot-plus-tall person is going to draw attention. A
woman, or rather a man dressed as a woman that tall is
guaranteed to stop conversation even among as experienced a
group as Jane and Nathan's friends.
"Well, don't just stand there, Natalie. Move in and start
mixing!" Jane hissed in his ear.
"Mistress. . ." Nathan started to protest, but was cut off
when an elegantly turned-out older woman turned to face him.
"Dear," the woman said gently, "Perhaps you might want to not
use that address until you are properly introduced and have
the right?" Nathan blurted out an apology, but the Domme
merely smiled at him and put a finger to his lips. "Not to
worry with me, but there are a few sticklers among us who
would enjoy giving you a real dressing down for such an
uninvited familiarity on the part of an unknown submissive."
The woman then gave Nathan a thorough visual inspection. "My,
but aren't you the cutest sissy-sub? If you want to play
later, dear, look me up. Maybe we can have some fun together.
Now, what did you want to know when you first called me
Mistress?"
Nathan was about to stumble over an answer when Jane whispered
in his ear again. "Go find Diana, Natalie, and let her know
you decided to attend her party, after all. She'll be hurt if
she finds out you are here from someone else."
"Have you seen. . . I mean. . do you know where I can find
Diana?"
The Domme pointed him in the direction of the main dias and
gave him an encouraging pat on the bottom. "Plugged, too, I
see. You really did come to play, didn't you?" she said
approvingly. "Maybe Diana will let me borrow you if she's the
one who asked you to come. Ta, darling. I look forward to
seeing you in action."
"Maybe, it would be better, Nathan, if you just think at me
when you want to talk to me." Jane chuckled. "Like I said,
they can't hear me, but she certainly heard you."
*I'll try, but I will probably mess up.* he thought darkly.
"Don't worry about it. Now, let's go find Diana and give her
your leash."
"Give her my LEASH???" Nathan yelped before remembering to
think and not speak. *To DIANA??? But that means I am asking
to be her sub for the evening.*
"Exactly, Nathan. That's another reason you are rigged out as
you are, as a gift to our Diana. I trust Diana and so do you.
Remember what I said about how hard tonight could turn out to
be for you. You need someone you trust in your first public
appearance and Diana will take excellent care of you." She
paused before continuing almost under her breath. "For many
reasons."
"Did you call me?" A soft, musical voice said from the dias.
It was Diana in a curve-hugging purple leather jumpsuit and
white kneeboots. The contrast between the jumpsuit and
Diana's red locks was almost shocking at first look, but the
look suited the petite, porcelain-complected Domina. Her
incredible blue eyes were looking at him questioningly but
without any sign of recognition.
Which suited Nathan just fine. He would have turned and run
as far and as fast as he could have managed at that precise
moment except for the heels on his feet and Jane's grip on his
leash. A sharp tug on the leash and a hard swat to his bare
butt launched him forward. "Say something to her, dammit!!"
Jane snarled.
"H. h. . hi, Diana." He finally choked out. "Umm. . . it's
me. . . Nathan." Another, even harder swat. "I mean,
Natalie."
"Nate?" she responded softly as recognition struck. "NATE!!!"
she screamed.
"Yes, Diana, it's me."
He'd barely finished his reply when a purple, red and white
whirlwind was on him, hugging him fiercely and knocking him
off his still uncertain feet. Nathan managed to fall without
hurting himself (except for driving that damned plug even
deeper) and to shield Diana with his own body on the way down.
"You came!" she said joyfully. "And you even dressed up -
very nicely, too." she purred as she stroked the satiny
corset. "Does this mean you came to play?"
Nathan glanced up and saw Jane nodding her head vigorously.
Still, he wasn't so sure he was quite ready to go that far,
even for Jane. "Well, maybe. I wanted to be ready if I got
here and it felt right. And I wanted it to be different than
it ever had been before."
A soft smile lit Diana's face as she looked down at him before
hugging his prone body again. "And how does it feel so far. .
.what did you call yourself? Oh yes. How does it feel so
far, Natalie?"
Nathan returned the hug - tentatively at first but with more
strength as he felt Diana positive response. "Pretty good
from where I lay, Diana-the-Huntress."
Laughing, Diana scrambled back to her feet and offered Nathan
a hand. "I can tell you aren't all that used to those heels
yet. You might have wanted to go a little less extreme your
first time out after so long a sabbatical."
Nathan smiled. "I didn't have much choice." he said glancing
over at Jane. "They were all I had in the house that fit."
A sharp tug on his leash brought Nathan's attention back to
Jane. She gave him a telling look, held up the leash and then
turned to look at Diana.
Understanding, Nathan took the leash in both hands and, with
great ceremony, extended it towards Diana. "Huntress Diana, I
would be very honored if you would hold my leash this night."
Diana reached for the leash but pulled back at the last
minute. "I can't play with you very much, Nathan." she said
softly. "I am the already the hostess tonight and I just found
out that I have to stand in for one of the dungeon master
safety monitors who came down with the flu today. You sure
you don't want to offer that to someone who would love to give
you the attention you deserve?"
"I trust *you*, Diana. I am still feeling . . . well, just a
bit fragile. I think I'd like a bit of play, but I don't know
where my limits are right now. You know me well enough to
help with that. If we can't play, that's okay, too. It won't
be the last time."
Nodding her understanding, Diana took the looped end of the
leash with great solemnity and dignity. "Then I am honored,
Nathan, to hold Natalie's leash tonight." A wicked glint lit
the bright green eyes. "Nice to have my own maid tonight to
help with the coordinating and the clean up. That reminds me.
Why the femmy-sub outfit?"
"Tell her it is for her." Jane demanded.
*for her, Mistress? I did it for you.* Nathan thought loudly.
"And I did it to you for her." Jane said firmly.
"For you, Huntress." Nathan answered. "Because I know you
like playing like this." *I just wish I did not feel so
uncertain about it.*
The look of pleased wonder on Diana's face did very strange
things to Nathan's insides. "Thank you." she whispered,
before going up on tiptoe to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Thank
you." before continuing in a brisker, more commanding voice,
"Now come along. We have work to do, missy."
The evening was as difficult as Nathan had expected and
infinitely better. His bare bottom got a lot of attention
from the other attendees and the teasing got a little heavy
handed at times, but in every case, Diana was there for him -
deflecting the worst away from him.
The Domme who'd met him at the door was introduced to him as
Mistress Mita when he'd followed behind Diana as she'd made
her rounds of the floor. In a world where many women chose
very strong names for the dominant persona, Nathan found the
simple "Mita" very unusual, and had said so.
"Honey, when you are truly dominant, you don't need high
sounding names. Folks who really understand, and they are, by
the way, the only ones I play with, see the power inside me
regardless of what I choose to call myself. Besides, I like
being called Mita."
Nathan got to experience that power first hand when Diana had
needed to go deal with a scene that had gone sour. Mita had
asked Diana if she might hold Nathan's leash. "Her safeword
is "redlight", Mita. Tell her your limits, Natalie. I will
be back as soon as I can. You can trust Mistress Mita, dear.
She is one of the finest dommes I know."
"Well," Mita said as they watched Diana hustle off into the
crowd. "However am I going to live up to that? I know! Come
along, dear. Perhaps this will even help Diana by getting
those gawkers to come watch us and give her room to work over
there."
In short order, Nathan found himself pilloried in an old
fashioned neck and wrist stocks. His feet were similarly
locked by a stocks set parallel to the ground that locked just
above his ankles.
"Dear? I have noticed that you don't yet have a nice girlish
voice to go with your other charms." She picked up a long,
very flexible paddle and tested its sting against her palm
before smiling back up at Nathan. "The idea, Natalie, is that
I am going to spank you until you sound suitably girlish. Get
it right, and we will quit immediately."
"Somehow, pet," Jane chuckled beside him, "I don't think
you're going to get it right very quickly. Looks like you are
going to be on display tonight after all, unless you safe word
out pretty quickly."
*MISTRESS! As if I would!* Nathan thought was incensed, but
before he could say or think anything else, the first whippy
smack of the paddle fell across both cheeks of his butt. The
yelp he gave out was more in surprise than anything else.
"Oh, you can do better than that, sweetie." Mistress Mita
chided cheerfully. "Come now. I know you can't stamp your
feet in that ankle stock, but lets hear some nice, femininely
pitched outrage."
"Yes, Nathan." Jane cooed, as she rested her elbow on the
pillory and smiled down at her lover. "Something sweet and
soprano-ish."
Before long, a crowd did begin to form around the visible pair
of the threesome. Nathan tried, he really did, but he just
couldn't get his voice pitched like the Mistress wanted it.
The paddling was not really painful - more warming than
anything else - but his ankles were beginning to seriously
ache under the stress of not being able to move to ease the
strain from the arch of the unusually tall high heels.
Grimly, Nathan pressed on.
"Nathan. Safe word. Now!" Jane ordered suddenly.
*Safe word? My bottom isn't hurting, Mistress. I can handle
the paddling.*
"I can feel your pain in your feet. If you don't relieve that
strain soon, you won't walk away from this scene and Mita will
feel awful about it. Now do as I ordered, dammit!"
"Mistress Mita? Redlight! My feet. . .my ankles." he rasped,
relieved to have been ordered to do what he'd been silently
wishing to do.
Mita was instantly on her knees, freeing his feet and rubbing
his ankles. A dungeon master jumped onto the dias to free his
upper body. Moments later, he was seated in a hastily
provided chair as Mita checked him over. "I am sorry, dear."
she said anxiously. "I honestly never thought about your
ankles in that stock."
"Not your fault, Mistress. I am not used to wearing these
things so it was as much a surprise to me as it was to you.
Mita looked ready to argue with him when Diana pushed her way
through the crowd. "Nathan? What happened? Are you all
right?" Fear was evident in her voice and in her bearing she
moved to hover over Nathan.
He quickly reassured her, telling her what had happened.
"Okay, I told you those damned heels were too extreme. Mita,
would you help me get them off him? The stockings too since
we don't want him getting runs in them on this rough dungeon
floor." The words became deed as the two women each took a
foot. It would be nice to say that everything was better
after that, but in truth, his toes and arches cramped severely
once freed from their iron grip.
"Kind of like getting nipple clamps taken off, only worse, eh
my love?" Jane asked gently.
*It really hurts, Mistress.* Nathan all but whined in his
mind.
"Let Diana take care of you, love," Jane encouraged, "And it
will be all better very soon. Just like she's taken care of
you so often in the past, if you'll remember."
For a moment, Nathan did not quite know what Jane had meant by
that last remark, then it started coming back to him in a
rush. Recollections of all the times she had before and of how
she was the only one he'd let take care of him.
Diana showing up at the hospital to keep vigil with him while
the doctors fought their ultimately futile battle for Jane's
life.
Diana taking him home with her after the battle had ended and
force-feeding him hot soup and aged brandy.
Diana standing beside him at the graveside, holding his hand,
supporting him and sharing his grief.
Diana bullying him to go back to work and then making sure he
got a haircut and a shave before he returned.
Diana dragging him out of his apartment for the odd evening in
the world of the living - wanting to take him back to their
mutual friends in the scene - but never pushing him beyond
what he could deal with.
Diana filling the dark corners of his empty life with what
sunshine managed to pierce the gloom around his soul.
Diana kneeling before him, massaging the cramps out of his
feet, ignoring the laughably aghast wannabes who thought it
beneath her dignity as a dominant woman to "lower" herself in
such a manner.
"Is that better, Nathan?" Diana asked, still intent on her
task. "Do you need to go see a doctor?"
"I'm fine, Diana." he answered. *Better than just fine,
actually."
"Special, isn't she?" Jane asked quietly. "We are both lucky
to have someone like her love us, you know."
"I *told* you those things were too extreme, Nathan." Diana
groused. "Now, if you are going to do this again, I insist
you get something with a lower heel, say two inches tops,
until you get used to them. I think I have a pair or two
around my dungeon that would fit you if you want to use them."
"Do you, lover? Want to use Diana's shoes, that is?" Jane
interjected even as Nathan found himself nodding his thanks to
Diana for the offer.
*I think so, Mistress. I have missed this, and with you here
tonight, I was able to get by those first awkward moments.*
"Can you walk, Nathan?" Diana asked solicitously.
"I think so, Huntress." he answered formally.
"All right. I need to be mingling and keeping an eye on
things." She picked up his leash again before turning back to
the still concerned Mita. "If he can't handle it, would you
mind him for me, Mita?"
"You'd let me, Diana? More to the point, you'd let me hold
your leash again, Nathan?"
"In a heartbeat, Mistress Mita. Someone who cares that much
and who honors my trust the way you did? In a heartbeat!" he
assured her as Diana drew him off into the crowd.
Later in life, when Nathan would recall that evening, he would
realize just how quiet Jane was for the remainder of the
evening. She seemed content to let Diana handle the domming
once the petite redhead had his leash firmly back in her
grasp. Mostly, she just worked at keeping Natalie in role and
at keeping Natalie's hips swinging girlishly even though he
was no longer wearing the heels.
Thus it came as a surprise when, after Diana had left him
momentarily to go to the ladies room, Nathan realized it was
nearly midnight. The thought that he had not spent every
moment with Jane nearly brought him to tears.
"Now, none of that. I don't have time to fix your mascara.
Don't be sad, Nathan. You did everything I wanted you to do,
and you had fun with Diana."
"But, you said you had to leave at midnight. All those hours
. . and now I am losing you again!"
"Hush, and remember to think at me. I wanted you to spend
tonight with Diana, silly, because she has always loved you
and wanted you for her own. She just loved me too much to
poach on what she knew was mine. And I think you've figured
out, dear heart, that you are in love with her, too."
*Not like I love you, Jane!* he thought back furiously.
"Of course not. You love me differently than you could or
should love Diana. We are different women, but just because
you love me doesn't mean you can't love her just as deeply.
And now that you are out of your cave, you will come to love
her that way."
*but. . *
"But nothing. It's all right for you to love her, Nathan."
Jane said in a soft, intense voice. "Even your Mistress
cannot order you to love her, nor can your wife ask you to
love her, but as the woman who loves you, I can and do give
you my blessing in loving her and my wishes for you both to
share a long and happy life together."
*You. . . you really mean that, don't you, Jane?" he asked in
quiet joy.
Jane's smile became blinding in its intensity and joy.
"Remember what I told you about heaven being for those who
love? I want that for both of you, and after tonight, I am
certain that is what's going to happen, if only you will stop
fighting and accept joyfully what is there between you right
now."
No longer able to hold back, tears went streaming down
Nathan's cheeks, leaving tracks of black in their wake. *I'll
be there, with you, Jane?* he asked hopefully.
"Both of you will be, dear. Just think, you will have all
eternity to love, worship and serve two women who both love
you."
*Sounds like heaven, Mistress.*
"Doesn't it?" Jane responded with great satisfaction.
Suddenly, a door appeared in the wall. It opened and
dazzlingly beautiful golden light shown forth into the room
from what seemed to be an incredibly long stairway. Jane
looked up the steps as if listening to something only she
could hear. Then she nodded and turned back to face Nathan.
"I have to go, sweetheart. I'll be waiting for you." That
magical mischievous grin lit her beloved face. "You wouldn't
believe the toys you can get in heaven. You'll just love it
there, darling."
"I am going to miss you so much, Jane." Nathan said,
forgetting again to think at her.
"I know, sweetheart, but that can't be helped. I wouldn't
want you not to miss me, but missing me will become less
painful when you fill in those empty places with new love."
She seemed to float upwards until she was face to face with
him, and then kissed him deeply. "That will hold us for as
long as it has to, my dear."
The clock in the foyer began to toll midnight. "At least, you
don't have to worry about the Jag turning into a pumpkin or
your finery turning into rags." she grinned before turning and
going into the door way. Just before she stepped across that
threshold, she turned back to face Nathan. "I love you,
Nathan, more than life. See you soon, dearest."
As the twelfth chime was dying away, the door closed and
disappeared, leaving a smiling, crying Nathan staring at the
now blank wall.
"NATHAN!" came a shriek. "WHAT'S WRONG??!?" Diana demanded
as she hurried to him. "Why are you crying? Are your feet
bothering you again? Or did someone say something to you
about you safewording Mita?? I'll kill them. No one hurts
what's mine. NO ONE!"
Still smiling through his tears, Nathan turned and knelt
before Diana. "It's all right. I am crying because I am so
happy, because being here with you is so right."
Diana looked at him dubiously. "You sure that's all?" she
asked.
"Almost all." he grinned. "You said I was yours."
All color drained from Diana's face and she tried to step
back. "I'm sorry, Nathan. . I mean, it was just a slip. . me
holding your leash and all. . .I didn't mean to sound quite so
possessive . ."
More at peace than he'd been in years, Nathan smiled up at the
momentarily dithering domina. "It's okay, Diana. In fact, I
*liked* the sound of it. . being yours, that is."
Once again, Nathan's mind flew back over the past few years,
and remembered all the times she'd been there for him, caring
for him, helping him begin to heal. Remembered all the times
when he sought her out for the warmth and solace only she
seemed able to give him.
Jane was right, he realized, he did love this woman.
"Maybe we could. . .get together and see if that is going to
work for us?"
Surprise, shock, pleasure and caution warred for dominance
across Diana's mobile features. "Us? Together?" She looked
at him kneeling, dressed in his feminine finery, before her
and waved a hand to encompass that scene. "Like this?"
"And more, Diana. I love you and I want to be with you and
make you happy. Whatever that takes."
Diana shook her head in confusion. "You and me. Together."
She pinned Nathan with a hard look. "Cripes, Nathan. Two
days ago you were refusing to even come to the party and now
you are all but proposing? I don't get it. How could this
happen?"
A joyous smile grew on Nathan's streaked face. "My Fairy God
Domme happened. I am Cinderfella and you are Princess
Charming?" At Diana's glare, Nathan relented. "I promise to
tell you all about it someday, but for now, would you mind if
I began courting you?"
"Courting? ME? Nathan, are you sure? You know that I am
going to want to be the Domme with you - especially if you are
mine."
"Part of the courting, Diana. Instead of flowers and
chocolates, I offer myself and my pride for you to use as best
pleases you."
"You're serious." she said incredulously. "You are really
serious." At his nod, she tackled him again and they wound up
hugging on the floor again.
"We have to stop meeting like this, Huntress." Nathan teased
when they finally came up for air. "People are talking." he
said taking in the crowd gathering around them.
"Let 'em." she growled. "Let 'em drool in envy. Oh, and by
the way." she added sternly. "Don't even think about
forgetting the flowers and chocolates. I want it *all*."
Nathan leaned up to kiss her nose. "Me, too, dear, me, too.
And more than that? I know we'll have it all. My Fairy God
Domme told me so, and you know what they say at the end of
magical fairy tales, don't you?"
"Happily ever after?"
"Exactly. Happily, FOREVER after."
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