i'm rambling to remind myself . . .
Where Spencer was always on the hunt for a reason to hit me, Master is not.
He is good, and He is fair.
Master would never truss me up and walk away for hours on end.
He has never left me no choice but to urinate on myself, nor has He ever found joy in eating in front of me while i sit by, hungry.
Where Master ensures i am clean, warm, and cared for after a scene, Spencer would sometimes allow me a cold shower, and if he were feeling generous a towel to dry off with before crawling into my dog bed on the floor.
i cannot thank Master enough for the kindnesses He continues to show me.
At times reflection can be one's own worst enemy, other times a welcome companion. The tremors have stopped. i've sipped a glass of water as i've written and though He is not here with me physically, Master's collar about my neck has reminded me that i am wanted.
i am cherished.
i am His.
~~~Chapter 13~~~
Date Night with Master Jayden – and Micah?
Catherine tried to resist, honestly, she did. The arrangement she had with Master couldn’t have been more perfect. She’d never been happier, and that was the crux of her situation. While she’d attempted to squelch the feelings, like determined weeds, they were pushing their way through. Catherine knew she was falling for her Master.
Erin was falling for Jayden.
In the few months that had passed since the worst of the nightmares began – brought on with purposeful intention by Master so that she could be purged of them once and for all – he had surprised her with frequent drop-ins. Jayden had explained his behavior to her by claiming that all he was doing was checking in on her, ensuring that all was well and in working order. It was inevitable that he would then invite her to whichever meal was appropriate for the time of day – as Erin and Jayden, of course.
Erin still showed him the utmost respect during these outings, often fingering the pearls at her neck for comfort. Jayden was her Master first and foremost in her mind, therefore these dates were a little unnerving for her. However, with each successive date Jayden was becoming a close contender to Master while she got to know him better.
Jayden encouraged her to ask questions while they dined, and in turn, he also asked her questions about her childhood. He never pressed Erin with questions beyond the time-frame of her beginnings with Andrew. When she realized how many stories about her Da, Woody O’Chancey, she was sharing with him, she knew he was no longer just her Master.
Erin hadn’t forgotten Jayden’s declaration from the beginning. He didn’t have personal relationships; physical ones within the lifestyle were all he needed. Master reminded her of this every time he came home with his secretary’s juices dried on him for her to clean off. At least once a week she was silently put in her place. She was one of many — nothing special to him.
He was everything to her, though, and Catherine would rather have a small part of him as opposed to none of him. She knew that if she allowed her feelings to be known, that’s just what she would have.
Nothing.
She was certain Master would take the collar back and shred their contract. So she lived each day, happy in unrequited love.
Master had yet to play with her and Micah together, or even introduce her to Samantha, and she had begun to feel restless to an extent. He had been so kind with his willingness to go slow and allow her to acclimate back into the lifestyle, but now she was ready for more. There hadn’t been a nightmare for close to two months now, and she was itching for a good lashing. So much so that she was considering ways to be naughty.
“Catherine, would you care to explain why you cannot keep still?”
They were sitting in the back of Master’s car, being driven to an undisclosed location by Micah.
She was dressed in the outfit Master had laid out for her. A sleeveless, sophisticated cocktail dress made of rich, gray silk with a wide, black sash tied about her waist. It was pleated at the collar and her pearls, being several shades darker, contrasted against Catherine’s pale neck with elegance. All of her remaining accessories: bangles on her wrists, intricate wire-beaded earrings, stiletto-heels finished with a pretty bow over her toes were black. The gray landscape was broken by her striking red hair with lips to match, and her green cat-eyes. Wherever they were going, Catherine knew it was fancy.
“This girl is curious, Master,” she hedged, diving headlong into naughty.
Master rolled his hand at her to continue before returning it to where he gripped her knee, his long forefinger stroking the inner edge and upward, teasing her lower thigh.
The soft touch was making it rather difficult for her to concentrate.
“This girl is wondering when you will begin to push her for real? She feels unchallenged right now,” she managed to utter in between hitched gasps for air while that finger went higher.
His hand stilled and Catherine held her breath.
“And which limits pray tell, are you ready to explore, pet?”
“This girl wants to play outside the playroom, Master,” she confided with a resolute, but respectful tone.
“Does she?” He grinned wide enough that the gleam of the street lights reflected off of his teeth while the car drove by them.
“Aye, Master.”
“Then I will think on it. Perhaps tonight’s outing will involve more than dinner and a show.”
Catherine closed her eyes and shuddered at the promise his words carried. A quiet groan escaped when her nipples puckered against the cool material of her dress. She spared a moment to hope the fabric would not show the wet spot that was sure to be gathering beneath her. Per Master’s orders, she wasn’t wearing any panties.
~*~
In awe, Catherine was mindful of their height while she leaned out over the edge of the private box. They were located near the top and in the center at the back of the large room. Below her, multiple rows of seating spread out leading up to the elaborate stage. Above her, the Bass Hall dome looked alive with the painted clouds and blue skies, bringing the outside inside with an artistic flair. She turned back around with a happy smile, faltering when she noticed that Micah stood in the corner of the box, silent.
Watching.
Micah’s presence set her already racing heart off on a higher tempo.
Master had done nothing to her during their dinner at The Lonesome Dove, yet he had Catherine on edge. He’d reserved the Trail Room for their private dining, both of them enjoying the unique offerings of the chef. She’d never sampled things such as rattlesnake and wild boar before.
However, Catherine tasted the food with half the attention it deserved, too entrapped by the heat in Master’s eyes while they dined. He’d insisted she keep eye-contact with him through the meal, the single command he’d given thus far. She could tell he was scheming, and she accepted that she’d just have to be patient until he chose to reveal his plans.
Returning her attention to her present surroundings, her eyes darted from Micah to Master.
“Please have a seat, Catherine,” Master offered while his strong fingers curled over the plush, rose-tinted, imported velvet of the seat back.
With a quick curtsy Catherine moved away from the balcony edge toward the seat, maintaining a graceful poise while she lowered herself onto the soft cushion. Master took the seat next to her, and then snapped and pointed to the floor at his side.
“Micah, kneel.”
Catherine felt the involuntary widening of her eyes at Master’s firm words. Was this to be like that first night at his home – with Micah looking on? Would Master ask her to perform right here, while the other patrons sat around and below, ignorant of what was happening in their presence?
She watched, her gut twisting, while Master’s hand reached out and stroked Micah’s head, coming down the side of his jaw and curling under Micah’s chin to lift his face.
Catherine wasn’t fast enough to stop her escaping gasp when Master lowered his lips to tease across Micah’s. It was nothing more than a glancing touch, but the personal nature of the action unsettled Catherine.
Master’s eyes were dark when they turned back to her.
“I’m not a puppet to be controlled, pet. It would do you well to remember that when you try to orchestrate an outcome.”
Embarrassment and shame crept into her. Without doubt, Master was right. Since she had tried to force his hand, she deserved whatever discipline he wanted to dole out. Catherine would be humble in accepting her punishment. She’d been disrespectful and rude, and that was uncalled for.
Punctuating the moment, the lights in the hall dimmed at the same time she lowered her eyes and slid from her chair to kneel at Master’s feet.
“Please accept this girl’s profound apologies. She is willing to receive any reprimand her Master desires to bestow upon her,” Catherine murmured, and the words were almost drowned out when the orchestra played their concert F.
The lone note rose into the air until it reached its peak, and the orchestra held it steady and unwavering before letting it fade away. It was an exquisite display of the acoustics the room held.
If Catherine had dared to break form it would have been to cross her fingers in the hope’s that she could remain quiet with whatever was about to happen. Instead, she resigned herself to the excitement that traipsed across her skin at the delicious naughtiness of it all. There was no denying that her thighs were now sticky, or that she wanted to rub them together.
Down on the stage, the opening scene of
Phantom of the Opera
began with the loud rap of the auctioneer’s gavel reverberating throughout the hall.
Catherine and Micah stayed kneeling until the first song filled the great space. At which point, Master set his plans into motion.
“Catherine.” Her breath caught at the force of his whisper. “Take out my cock and stroke me hard.” She blinked, hesitating from surprise – she’d not expected Master to put himself on public display. His hand shot out lightning-quick and slapped the side of her breast. “Now,” he ground out, his warning clear.
Jumping into action Catherine scooted closer, shortening the needed reach. A trace amount of her earlier orneriness lingered, pushing her to be possessive of
her
Master.
The others didn’t have collars – just her, so it followed that Master was hers.
Catherine began by placing her hands on his knees, and then took her sweet time pushing them along his thighs up toward his crotch which already bulged from the simple act of him sitting down.
Catherine’s determined hands moved over the bulge with a teasing pressure to his waistband. Master slouched down making it easier for her to work his trouser fasteners loose and lower his zipper. She’d forgotten Micah knelt opposite her until he emitted a strangled whimper when she pulled Master’s cock into the open.
“
Aye, ‘tis a thing of beauty,” she mumbled low just for Micah’s ears.
Master’s throat clearing drew her attention to his eyebrow which was quirked in question, and she grinned for a second realizing Master had heard too, before setting to her task: stroking.
It didn’t take long for Catherine’s sure touch to have Master’s cock stretched tight, the flesh an almost angry red in a visual display of his need. Gliding her hand up his length, she licked her lips when the first viscous bead oozed out from the slit. She waited for Master to give the command; to tell Catherine to take him into her mouth.
In her mind Catherine prepared, searching out that peaceful space she went to when participating in sexual submission. It was a quiet place with a blank slate; no preconceived notions, just opening her mind to accept what her Master asked of her body. One thing marred her special place – a cane enclosure kept her confined – other than that, she was open to do Master’s bidding. She needed to show Micah that she alone was enough for Master, even if she could never say the words out loud.
For the second time that night, Catherine’s world shifted beneath her feet when Master gave the command not to her, but to Micah.
“Come forward and take me in your mouth, Micah,” Master’s instructions were quiet and contained to their box.
When Micah came forward and his tongue flicked out at Master, Catherine’s first instinct was to ride the feeling of jealousy which was welling up inside of her. While she watched, his mouth closed over the top and Master’s cock disappeared behind Micah’s lips. Her breath hitched in a choked sob of disappointment and anguish.
You asked for this, Erin. You have no right to have your feelings being hurt like a petty child by this. Look at what is in front of you. How can you not appreciate that sight?
The urge to smack herself was strong. She’d pushed for this, and true to Master’s word, he was accommodating her. Catherine had no recourse to be upset. Questions began forming in her head; details and information she wanted about Master’s past, but she knew it wasn’t the time. Sunday would be her time. Looking upon the men before her, Catherine felt her inner turmoil settling. The two of them together were hot. Did anything else really matter right now?
“My jewel,” Master crooned, and patted his thigh giving her the signal to rest her head.