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Department Store Romance (Loneiy x Alan)

Elena howled and soon began to tremble and back off as the girl began to laugh. She tried everything in her book, she was now dripping sweat and had no idea how to get the girl to realize that she was a threat. Tears of panic began to fill her eyes. Great, now she had written a check her body couldn't cash. She screamed as the Asian girl picked her up. Struggling, she began to gasp for air, unable to take in a good lungful. With a gasp, she was thrown in and she shut her eyes and tears rolled down her face violently. When the girl reached in, she cowered away covering hr face thinking the girl was going to try to attack her again.

Finally, she held the asian's hand and wiggled out with much difficulty. She looked at her and frowned. She was not sure if she could handle all of these tests. They were going to drive her crazy. "Usoip, I am T'mewi." She whispered and looked down not wanting to look at her face. She bowed like Usoip did. She went again willingly. However, when the room changed and became cold and uncomfortable, she looked up. She felt all gas exchange in her lungs stop, her bladder voided, there was a huge freaking rat. She was still tied up and bared. She began to scream at teh top of her lungs. Tears rolled down her face as she struggled hard. Her bonds became bloody and she went into full panic mode.

Her screams were getting louder and more hoarse. She was going to have a heart attack at this rate. She continued to scream struggling her hives turned her whole body red. Snot rolled and dripped from her nose. This would be a panic like none of them had ever seen.
 
As Elena screamed, she felt something in her ear. It was like a bud, from an iPod.

And as soon as she subsided, a voice was speaking to her.

"T'Mewi, this is Siah," the voice said. "As part of your test, I am allowed to tell you just one thing. So listen carefully."

Sian's voice waited until Elena had got herself under control, before speaking.

"Remember, much of what you see in this world is an illusion. And that we live in a highly technological age. That's all. Good luck, and may the dice be with you."

The rat had noticed Elena now, and began to advance upon her, making small twitching motions with his awful nose. It bared sharp, yellow teeth, and sat on its haunches and chittered as it sized her up. Then it began to walk towards her...
 
Elena whimpered as she heard the voice. She was happy for the voice. She began to breath a little slower. She shivered softly and shut her eyes. She heard that what the world was an illusion. So, opening her eyes, she looked at the rat before her. She began to whimper and wiggled in a puddle of her own piss looking at the rat. Her heart was racing. She was so scared of the beast. It terrified her.

She swallowed continuing to move away. How was she expected to do anything except wiggle and let this rat have its way with her. She began to sob and laid her head against the stone floor and cried out for her master. She needed him here. He would hold and protect her. She was dirty, tired, and so many other emotions. She was not sure what was what anymore.
 
The rat reared up, as if to bite her. A gigantic creature, far larger than any rat had the right to be.

Far larger than any rat WAS!

For just as Elena, scared out of her wits, her screams reaching fever pitch, reached her highest peak of fear...

The rat shrank!

Smaller, and smaller, until it was no bigger than a normal rat, then a mouse, then an insect...

And then - it was gone.

They entered as a body. Master leading, then Mistress Valki, Lupus, Siah, Chevvie, Usoip. All smiling, their smiles directed at Elena. Master reached her first and hugged her, heedless of the rash all over her body, kissing her lips, her eyes, her breasts. But what she had not been prepared for was that the others all joined i, licking and kissing and biting her everywhere.

"I shit myself when they did the rat thing on me," laughed Siah. "It's so scary - till you realize it's just a hologram." She held out a leotard and a pair of tights. "So don't worry about your little accident. I've got a new set of stuff for you here, in the Order's colors. You're an acolyte of the Die now, and as good as any slave here."

And then Elene felt her lifted up, like a champion sports person, and carried to a room, where everyone else stood and clapped her.
 
Elena watched the rat with wide eyes. She continued to scream. Slowly her screams became louder and louder. She looked up as her master came in. She shut her eyes and groaned and leaned up kissing him back. She was vaguely aware of her ties being cut and she wrapped her arms readily around him. She blushed feeling kisses, licks, and bites all over her body. Looking down, she blushed seeing everyone was touching her and showing her love. She swallowed and looked up at Siah and then bit her lip. Elena was hungry, tired, dirty, and just wanted to be alone with her master, but she would have to wait.

"Thank you." She took the leotard and blushed shivering. She then was being lifted. This was all new for Elena. She just wished she could bathe a little bit. But she blushed as everyone clapped for her. She wasn't aware that she did anything good or perferrable. She blushed but soon smiled really big and waved to everyone. She was finally accepted by a group.
 
For the next few weeks, Shea took Elena everywhere he went. She soon learned to drive his car without being nervous, and when they went to meetings of the club - or "Order" as Elena learned to refer to it - the other members always accepted her totally, even pretending not to notice when she had one of her awkward rashes or outbreaks of hives, or when, in the middle of some activity, she had to sprint to the bathroom because her bladder was acting up. Some of the other submissives did tease her about the way she blushed whenever Master's name was mentioned, but Elena knew this was just friendly banter and no harm was meant by it.

She also accompanied him to several signing sessions, sometimes chained to the desk and crouching underneath it, as happened to slaves in Shea's novels and stories, or to "vanilla" parties, that were not part of the club's activities, and where Elena met several famous artists, authors and TV personalities.

Shea was finding it as strange a time as Elena. He had originally taken her as his submissive because he'd felt sorry for her, the way other girls bullied her and took every chance to humiliate her. But he soon found he was not regretting it. He really enjoyed having her around, and enjoyed the small challenged having her living at his luxury apartment entailed - such as not going into the bathroom when she was applying her anti-rash cream, to avoid embarrassing her, or, whenever they went to a bar or restaurant, discreetly making sure she knew where the bathroom was in case she had to make a sudden dash!

He was fast ceasing to regard her as a burden - more and more, he was enjoying her shy ways, her slim legs and curvy body, her beautiful eyes.

In fact, he wondered if he might not be falling in love, of a kind.
 
Elena smiled. She was never more happy in her life. She had finally gotten around to driving Sheas car. Without tickets, speeding, or going over potholes wrong. Everyone in the Order loved her and treated her like an equal. She even talked to a few on their cell phones sometimes. Not a lot, but sometimes. That was more than she was used to. She didn't even bother the teasing because some submissives found that as Master's name was mentioned, she felt a heat pool immediately in her stomach and she found herself becoming increasingly wanting of his presence, his touch, everything. She dreamed of him naked coming to her at night and climbing on top of her. First time she woke up, she was sure she pissed in the bed or something but it was the first honest to God wet dream taht she ever had.

When she went to book signings, she remained between his knees. Resting her head on his crotch. Or thigh. She rested and slept during these signings. Shea was told that she resembled a cat that was just relaxed being around him. At the parties, she was seen and not heard. She was always polite, and answered when she was asked a direct question, but never spoke when Shea was speaking for her. Every time she would meet someone she really liked that was famous, however, she brooke into a hive. But nothing to the extent that happened when she met Shea. Shea, as the submissives at the Order were starting to call him in the submissive ring, was The Great Hive Summoner.

Elena moved into his house and it was hard the first couple of days, but they sank into it like an old married married couple. When he came in while she was applying her anti-rash cream and he came in, she wouldn't break into tears of humiliation. But, Shea was great. She felt herself falling head over heels so fast. But she enjoyed the fall.

While they were at the Order, there came the announcement that Juliette was back in town. A lot of the male submissives jumped up and down excitedly clapping her hand. Juliette Lombardt was a very intimidating woman. And that wasn't her words, it was the words of others. She stood at an easy 6'5. She was always quiet, remained in the back and the shadows. Watching. Once in a while, she would approach a submissive, but she had no regular submissive. She had been in France painting but now was coming home and the order was extremely excited.
 
The members of the club were all very excited that Juliette was coming back. Anecdotes of things she had done in the past circulated like wildfire. How she'd once publicly stood up to an exact hundred lashes of a singletail whip, then calmly showered, dressed and gone out to dinner at a high-class restaurant. The time she'd had sex with six male submissives, and left them all exhausted. The time she and Shea had been walking from the theater to where she had parked her car and they had been set upon by four muggers all armed with knives - and they had disarmed them all, thrown away the knives and then trashed all four of the crims. The time she had posed naked, her entire body painted in the red and orange of the Order, and at her own expense taken out billboard space and had the images posted all along the main freeway.

Mistress Juliette Lombardt was a legend in her own time, one of the greatest dominants ever known, and even Miss Valki (who was no shrinking flower) felt herself to be standing in her shadow. The male submissives began preening and arguing amongst themselves.

Shea was standing with his arm protectively around Elena, as he often did. He whispered a few facts about her into his girl's ear, so that she should be up to speed, but really it wasn't totally necessary. Elena had heard plenty from the other submissives and slaves, about the newly returned mistress. Shea's knowledge, however, was creative as well as sexual, and he was able to discourse intelligently about Juliette's painting, comparing her to Paul Klee, and Picasso's Blue Period, and that one of her pencil sketches actually hung in the Washington Gallery.

All in all, Elena was getting really excited to meet this fascinating woman.
 
It was not until a few weeks after the announcement of the dominant woman that Mistress Juliette actually came to the Order. To say she had a presence was to be a understatement. However, she was very quiet. She showed up with a beautiful blue top that showed off her beautiful breasts. The tail of the shirt though plummeted between her long legs giving the impression that she was incredibly bigger. The sleeves were cut after her shoulder and embellished with gold and silver. Juliettes hair was long but bushed back into a bun decorated with small little blue flowers. She wore black tights that showed off the rippling muscles of her legs. She walked into the common room. Her red lips were shimmering. Her green eyes shining.

Walking to a dark corner, she sat back and crossed her booted legs. Her boots were laced up to her knee and they had heels. She grinned and looked around. She saw Chevvie and grinned widely. Raising a hand, she motioned to him with a blue fingernail that was perfectly manicured. She looked around to Shea and nodded her acknowledgement with a large smile.
 
Shea raised his drink, smiling at Juliette, and ruffled Elena's hair, smiling down at her head as it rested on his knee. It was good to have Juliette back again, and her stay in Paris didn't seem to have aged her a bit. When she ordered Chevvie over, other submissive - among them Lupus and Usoip - groaned, at not being the ones chosen. "Don't be so transparent, creatures," laughed Miss Valki, calling over a submissive called Klio, who was taking a tray of drinks around. Dominants, of course, could send their submissives for anything they wanted, but many of them preferred to keep their own creatures physically close when relaxing on the premises. Siah took a drink, and looked expectantly at Elena, wondering if she was going to partake - then realized that due to her bladder problem, Elena rarely drank alcohol unless within a few seconds of a bathroom.

"Listen, you don't want to worry about Mistress Juliette and Master," she whispered in Elena's ear. "There's nothing serious between them any more."
 
Juliette returned the toast with a wink. Juliette gave Lupus a sly wink as if promising she had much in store for him. Juliette didn't take any female companions however. When she did, it was to paint them being savagely gang banged or something equally erotic. The closest she ever got to bedding a girl, was when she would call on Chevvie. Juliette smiled rubbing her favorite submissives back and nipped at his ear holding him close.

"Ohh Chevvie, have you been a good little submissive?" She growled lyrically into his ear. Reaching forward, she gripped his cock and began to work her hand up and down. Leaning her head to the side, she began to kiss and nip Chevvies neck her breasts pushing against Chevvies own. While in Paris she couldn't find a male sub that fit her needs. Juliette was always on the search for the perfect male sub, but everyone knew that whatever happened in her past, it kept her from really ever truly being happy in a relationship.

Elena looked at Siah, she wasn't worried until Siah said something. Turning a terrible shade of green, Elena leapt up and took off running to the bathroom where her noises of long hard wretchings were heard.
 
"There really is something about you, Monsieur Le Chevalier," whispered Juliette, gently nuzzling Chevvie's neck. "You seem to have more than most girls."

"I've got more than most men, too," laughed Chevvie, gently rubbing at her breasts - he was one of the few subbies at the club allowed to do so without a direct command.

"Oh yes, everyone's jealous of us, aren't they," continued Juliette. She shifted Chevvie's weight on her lap with a single twitch of her long, muscular legs. "So tell me, Monsieur."

"Tell you what, adored one?"

"About that T'mewi girl. The way she looks at her Master. And why she's in such a state now. Tell me."

Chevvie gave her a look of ignorance that was totally unfeigned.

*****

"T'mewi? T'mewi?" Siah checked every cubicle, all the doors except the final one opening at her touch. "T'mewi, for fuck's sake, what's wrong? Did you need to pee agai - oops. I see. What was it? Can't be something you ate."

She carefully helped the other girl to her feet, and assisted her over to the sinks, then grabbed a disposable toothbrush with toothpaste already attached, from a machine on the wall. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up. And tell me - what's wrong!"
 
Juliette gasped. She didn't like men just touching her. Even with Chevvie, it was difficult not to tackle him and make him submit through humiliating means. However, she was very sexually hungry. She growled and pinned him. Her eyes were a deep ocean full of promise of pleasure and release. She reached to her couch and pulled out straps out of no where. She smiled looking at him. "Monsieur, I missed you so very much." She smiled and looked at him and kissed his lips deeply and completely. Her tongue pushing past his lips and she rocked her hips against him. She tied the silken ropes round his neck so he would not be able to lean up very much. She cradled his head and looked into his eyes.

All the while, Juliettes thoughts focused on that T'mewi girl. Who she was and what she did. She just hoped that this time Shea chose wiser than the other one he had.

Elena was sobbing into the toilet. She was weak and had emptied all of her stomach remains. She looked up at Siah and shivered. She moved with her and broke down sobbing hard. Everything that was said to her, when she was in training and initiation flooding back.

"I am just here out of sympathy. He doesn't lvoe me." She sobbed and shut her eyes and covered her face and shivered harder.
 
Chevvie is flattered, aroused and frightened, in equal measure. Flattered at just how much Mistress Juliette obviously missed him, how she has called to him, first and only, as if no other submissive mattered. Aroused, because he has always doted upon her, the probability wave of his ambivalent sexuality collapsing into an instant lust for her, only her, her strong, terrible beauty. And frightened, for he feels that way about no-one else, had sworn never to feel that way about anyone. All the time she has been away, he has been able to forget his need for her. Now, confronted with her in the flesh, all those resolves are dying.

He returns her kiss, guiding one of her hands to his breasts, the other up and down along his rock-hard cock.

* * * * *

"Nah, never that," said Siah, reassuringly. "Well, OK - maybe at first. Master Shea does do that sometimes - pick on some poor ugly, shy subbie that no other master wants, just to save them humiliation. Maybe it was that way at first. And I guess it must be hard for you, with your skin problems, and your weak bladder and stuff." She realized that what she was saying probably wasn't helping. "But listen, T'mewi, it might have started that way, but I know it isn't that way now. You should hear how he talks to the other dominants about you. he says he's got the prettiest, most obedient girl he ever owned, the best subbie in the whole club. And now you've been an acolyte for the proper number of days, the club rules mean he can make love to you soon. You did know you have to go through a period of celibacy, right? How many days have you been an acolyte now?"

She checked the date on her watch, and her face lit up. "You know what that means, don't you? It's tomorrow. Tomorrow the wait period ends for you both!"
 
"Oh Chevvie, I have missed you." She reached down between them. Grabbing his cock from his hand, she began to stroke it. She ran her thumb back and forth over the head and looked down at him. Chevvie was the only one that Juliette truly trusted. He was the only one that ever came close to spending a full night in bed with her. Reaching down, she angled herself up so she was rubbing where her pussy was clothed with tights and a pair of sexy underwear, she began to rock her hips forward and back shutting her eyes with a moan. She took Chevvies hands and placed them both over her breasts. "Oh Chevvie." She bit her lip hard.

"Oh Monsieur..." She began to ride him hard and fast with all the need she had in the past months. She opened her shirt so her breasts bounced free into Chevvies hadns and continued to rock back and forth shutting her eyes tighter.
**********
Elena looked down and shivered. She just listened to Siah and bit her lip. She looked up tears rolled down the sides of her face and sniffled a bit. "Really? Do you speak truthfully to me Siah?" She whispered. All the feelings for Shea grew in her proud and bold. Every day. She loved him, loved how he stroked her hair when he thought no one was looking. She looked down and trembled.

"Tomorrow?" SHe said and looked at herself in the mirror. She just wanted Shea. She wanted him only him. Nothing seperating them. She sighed and then nodded stepping forward and brushing her teeth.
 
Even within the uninhibited portals of the club, a certain etiquette reigned. It wasn't long before Juliette (prompted by an embarrassed whisper from Chevvie) remembered this. Upon this filtering into her mind, she picked up Monsieur Le Chevalier, and carried him away, heading for the small row of cubicles put there for the purpose of more private dalliance. Various amused whispers and giggles followed their departure, though only Shea, Valki and a few other highly-rated dominants did not stifle their amusement.

*****

"It's hardly something I'd lie about, now, is it," giggled Siah. "Shit, girl, I remembered when I was an acolyte. My Master in those days was a guy called Kreagh. He's serving as a mercenary now, in Africa. He told me afterwards he was so horny for me, he couldn't bear even to look at me the last few days, or he'd never have been able to stick to the club rules."

Siah leaned against the wall as Elena completed her toilette. "That's right, rinse with mouthwash. And get your make up just right." She stood behind the less experienced acolyte, pulling and tugging at her dress, getting ti sitting smoothly. "You have to look perfect for Master, like a bride, I guess. The rule's there for a very good reason - to make sure a Master takes on a submissive because he genuinely wants a future with her, and isn't just grabbing her to use her sexually. OK, now, you've, er... you did take a leak while you were in there, right? Don't want anything untoward to happen in front of Master now."
 
Juliette blushed as she looked at Chevvie. "Sorry, I have been away for much too long." She grinned and sat back. Reaching to her pocket, she pulled out a short chain leash adn attached it to the restraint around his neck. Wrapping her arms around him, she lifted him up and threw him over her shoulder. She was an amazon. Standing up, she walked to her cubicle that she was allowed to keep and decorate. Opening the dark crimson curtain, they were in a small cubicle that was decorated in style of old western brothel.

She attached the leash to a hook in the wall and moved forward and pressed her hips forward against him. She panted and rocked her hips up and looked at him and grinned wider. She laughed softly and kissed his cheek and lips and then sat back and then crossed her legs. "Now...what to do?" She smiled. A bed was set in the corner and she knew that it was possible. She could lay on the fluffy rug adn pleasure herself while he watched. She rubbed her chin.

*******

Elena used her mouth wash. She rinsed it out and looked at her and then spit out the contents. Rushing to her, she hugged her close and smiled. "Thank you Siah." She sighed and then moved to the bathroom and sat down and the sounds of her voiding her bladder could be heard. She swallowed and then finished stepping out to wash her hands. "I guess that makes sense." Her heart was racing as she thought about Shea. She blushed and then looked at Siah.

"What is the story with the new woman? Is it possible for two dominants to be together/" She looked and was pleased at the way she looked in the mirror and stepped back grinning wider and sighed softly.
 
"Oh, sure, two dominants can be together," Siah told her. "Or two submissives. Subbies need their dominant's permission, of course. Quite a few of the female dominants here have their eye on Miss Valki. And your master, of course, has got nearly all of them after - oops!" She stopped, suddenly, remembering just how insecure Elena was. As she so often did, Siah had opened her mouth before properly engaging her brain. Most of the members of the club were used to the promiscuous exchange of partners. and thought little of it. It hadn't occurred to her that Elena, with her various physical problems and her total devotion to Shea might have been more insecure than others.
Chevvie sat, watching Juliette, pretending to be calm. This was a moment he had waited for, it seemed forever. His penis was rock hard, and his nipples were so ramrod-like they actually felt sore. He could feel wetness streaming from his vagina.

There was something about Juliette, always had been. Her magnificent athleticism and great strength were balanced by an artistic sensitivity and intelligence that made her the perfect Jade Woman. He looked from the bed, to the rug, to his own chains. Whatever she did, he knew, was right with him. Even allowing him to be in the same room, while she rubbed her own throbbing clit would be, to him, like a religious experience. Should she allow him to actually be with her, here, now...

"Mistress Juliette, you are so beautiful," he whispered. "Like an avenging angel, a valkyrie." He knew that despite her strength and size, Juliette could be vain about her appearance, and he loved it when she blushed. He was in love with her. He wondered if she knew it.

*****

"Look, T'Mewi you don't have to fret about it, really," she went on, desperately trying to save the situation. "I'm sure your master loves you as much as you love him. He doesn't mind about your skin condition and stuff, really. He - " She realized she was embarrassing Elena even more. "Like, I bet he doesn't even notice. I'm sure he - "

"Siah!"

Siah's hands flew to her mouth, and her eyes widened until white showed all around her pupils. She gave a small shriek. Shea strode into the room, heedless that it was the female washroom. Such was his status that no-one would have objected anyway.

"Siah!" He shot out, through clenched teeth, pointing to the floor. Obediently, Siah fell forward, onto all fours, face down.

"Tell me, creature," continued Shea, calmly, yet with obviously suppressed rage. "Have they changed the club rules - the one that says that submissives don't discuss the dominants' business? Or the one that says submissives don't insult each others' personal attributes?"

"I wasn't, Master Shea," sobbed Siah. "I swear I wasn't. I was just trying to help her. I was saying that - "

"Have they, Siah?"

"N-No Master Shea."

"be thankful I don't tell your mistress. Hey, where are you going? Did I say to get up?"

"No M-Master Shea," sobbed Siah.

Shea turned to Elena. "And have you been discussing things you shouldn't, creature mine?"
 
Elena listened. But her stomach plummeted to her toes in that simple word. Looking down, tears filled her eyes. She gripped her hands to her ears and sank down on the tile. SHe began to rock back and forth and whimpered loudly. She was not aware of the promiscuity. She rocked back and forth and tears continued to roll down her face.

*****

Juliette grinned and watched Chevvie. Reaching forward, she took his leash down and laid him on the bed. Moving back, she turned on some low gentle music and she began to dance forward to Chevvie as she pulled off her clothes and soon was naked. Moving forward, she straddled him and sat down.

Feeling Chevvie's hard cock slip past her pussy, she arched her back and screamed adn began to rock back and forth panting softly shutting her eyes. Feeling the way he spread her and her muscles greeting him. Rolling her eyes, she blushed at his compliments and continued to rock her hips forward and back.
****

Elena didn't hear a word Siah was saying. Her hands clamped over her ears and she shut her eyes swallowing. But the stuff was filtering through. Everything she said. No matter what teh slaves and dominants said to her, they saw her as a freak. Her hives covering her body making her itchy. But she wouldn't itch. She was considering getting up and running, she the noise of Shea came. She didn't even look up. She rocked back adn forth continuign to cry.

Elena swallowed tears continued to cry. When Shea talked to her, she pulled her hands down and sniffled wiping her nose making sure that nothing was escaping. She looked down. "Master Shea...I....I am not sure." She whispered in truthfulness. She was broken, but she was not sure that was against any rules.
 
"You're not sure?!" Shea looked at Siah's prone body, seeking enlightenment, then back at Elena. "Creature mine, I ask you if you've been discussing the business of your betters. Do you really mean to tell me you don't know? Do you suffer from memory lapses, perhaps?"

"She wasn't saying anything untoward, Master Shea," wailed Siah, still on all fours, her face still looking downwards to the floor. "I swear by Chance itself, she was just asking some questions about protocol."

"Protocol? What the fuck - "

Siah's answer came through sobs. "Don't say anything to Mistress, please, Master. She was just asking the best way to please you. That's all."

Shea looked at the crying Elena, then back to Siah. "You!" he said to the latter. "Get up. Follow me!" and, to Elena, "You, stay there until I come back!"

*****

Being inside Mistress Juliette was the culmination of all Chevvie's dreams. He had always known he was special - sought after by so many of the dominant ones, for his unique body, his extreme skills, his extensive training. Being chosen now was a validation, his confidence swollen as much as his penis, his clit throbbing with the sheer joy of it all. Carefully he guided Juliette's hand to his vagina, making his other wishes known in such a way he was not controlling her, making it seem as if this mutual pleasuring was her own idea. The very thought of what was happening made his cock contract slightly then swell again, and again, a pumping rhythm that worked against Mistress Juliette's clit without him even having to move his buttocks and thrust. It was a mutual control, a simultaneous giving and taking, making of them one undivided creature, one designed purely for lovemaking. His own moans increased, as simultaneously two waves of pleasure rose in his libido and his mind, like twin waves clashing and making a single tsunami.

"Take us there, Mistress," he whispered, sweat breaking out all over his forehead. "Take us to - to that place!"

*****

"Do you understand," Shea growled at the cowering, crying Siah, "The journey that girl's on? Do you comprehend what she's going through?"

"N-N-No, Master Shea, I..." Siah fought to get her tears under control. "I was just... "

Shea suddenly seemed to relax, and his face took on its more familiar, kindly expression. "Siah, T'mewi has a lot more to deal with than many others. Sure, I know how hard it is for all acolytes, even the strong ones who know what they're getting into. I know you remember what you had to face, before Mistress claimed you. But, believe me, T'mewi's carrying twice as much. The poor girl's got little enough confidence as it is, what with knowing nothing about the Order and its ways, and her skin problems, and her sexual inexperience, and having to run to the washroom every time she gets nervous."

"Yes, Master Shea, I know. That's why I w-was trying to help her... "

"I'm sure you were. But you've made things worse. Siah, this is important. That girl is no ordinary acolyte. There's something very special indeed about her... so special that I can't even reveal it to her yet. I didn't just take her on out of sympathy, because other girls bully her."

He mouthed something, and Siah's eyes widened.

"Y-You're sure, M-Master Shea?"

"Not entirely. But it looks that way." Shea seemed lost in thought for a few moments. "Now, go to your mistress, tell her that I ask for what happened here to remain secret, even to her. I know a girl is supposed to tell her mistress everything, but Valki will understand I have my reasons, and she won;t press you. Now, go... "

He went back into the washroom, and motioned Elena to her feet. "Now, T'mewi. Tell me what you and Sian spoke of."
 
She looked down as he implied she suffered from amnesia. Tears rolled hot and heavy down her cheek and she swallowed hard. She looked up at him and shook her head.

"Master, I was..." But she couldn't be heard between the two of them. Looking down, she clutched her knees tightly to her chest and pressed her forehead against her knees and swallowed hard. She wanted to get up and leave as soon as Shea left. But her duty kept her pinned to the spot.

After they left, she rocked back and forth. It was becoming harder and harder to breath. Like an elephant was sitting on her chest. The harder it was to breath, the more her thoughts of how she was a terrible slave, how she would never amount to anything, how she knew that Shea didn't love her continued to fly around her head. Faster, and faster, and faster. She honestly could not breath. Rolling her eyes, she passed out flat on her back in the middle of the bathroom. She had a panic attack that piggy backed on an asthma attack.
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Juliette gasped adn rode him shutting her eyes and groaning. She reached down and ran her thumbs along his nipples and shut her eyes grunting and gasping. She breathed hard. Her hair falling around her shoulders now as she continued to ride him. Feeling Chevvies hands around one of hers, and guiding her back. She blushed as she touched Chevvies vagina. Stroking gently, she was always gentle to Chevvie's feminine parts. She blushed feeling the pulsating of her clit and chuckled looking down at her.

"I will." Juliette was pleased to see the sweat over his body and leaned forward kissing his lips gently. Stopping her movements, she reached up on a shelf and grabbed a vibrator and turned it on running her tongue and lips around it and over it making sure it was properly slick. Then moving her hand back, she shoved it into Chevvie's vagina and as she began to rock back and forth again, she was working that vibrator in and out and panted harder. Moaning louder and louder. This was her heaven. Chevvie was her heaven.

But she never would admit that.
******
Elena woke up. Rolling her eyes, she took a deep breath. She looked down thankful she had nothing in her bladder to get rid off. Looking around, she frowned had master come and gone. SHe swallowed and was about to move to her knees, when seh heard the door open and looked up at Shea and then down guiltily as she stood up on her feet. She swallowed and looked down.

"Master, Sian was telling me of the protocol of claiming an acolyte. But she also...." SHe looked away and tears began to fall again and she bit her lip and gripped her fingers so hard together. She sniffled and shut her eyes tighter. "Master, Sian told me that....that you had....other mistresses. But how...I shouldn..." SHe began to hiccup her sobs and covered her mouth and turned away ashamed that she was herself. Hives broke out and she shut her eyes tighter and began to wail at her stupid body how it always held her back.
 
Chevvie groaned in ecstasy as the vibrator entered into his vagina, and began thrusting. Unusually for him, he was unable to control himself - he was fucking her so hard that the bed on which they were lying was actually shaking. It wasn't just the sex,good as it was. It was that it was Mistress Juliette.

Should he tell her, he wondered. Should he admit he loved her, had always loved her, would gladly submit to her and no-one else, if she did but ask? Wear her mark, crouch at her feet? Plenty of dominants had asked him to be theirs, and he'd always said no.

He knew that enthusiastic as she was about sex, Mistress Juliette rarely kissed. The reason was that despite her confidence, a kiss had the same effect upon her as an unexpected compliment - it made her blush start up, which weakened the illusion she loved to project as always totally in control. It was never mentioned, just a thing that submissives didn't do.

But as the vibrator whirled away, sending his clit into spasms, as he fought to hold back the wash and wave of cum that he so desperately wanted to spurt into her, as his mind performed somersaults of joy, he knew that it was an experiment worth making. Suddenly, before she could resist, he moved his head towards hers, kissed her long and hard, flicking his tongue into her mouth.

*****

Shea looked at Elena impassively. He knew that submissives were nearly always jealous - it more or less came with the territory - and at first he was inclined to put it down to that. There were few dominants at the club who hadn't, at one stage or another, told stories of tearful subbies who had exploded in fits of insecurity because their master or mistress had spent time in the private rooms with another member. In fact, the rule that submissives were not to discuss such things had been made after a number of stand-up fights that had disrupted everything and caused untold damage and medical bills.

But looking down at the tearful, helpless girl, her skin covered in hives, Shea saw that this was not normal jealousy. Sure, any submissive liked her dominant to stay faithful, but most simply threw a tantrum and forgot it. Elena, he saw, was different. For her, losing her man, even temporarily, was a blow to her psyche. Her self-esteem was so low that she simply had no emotional defense. Her skin problems, her troublesome bladder, her lack of experience were mental weights that she carried everywhere. She couldn't fight, since just about every other female submissive in the club could beat her easily. She was the sort of girl that needs to hold on to something, less she collapse totally. And he, he saw, was that something.

He laughed.

"Don't say you're jealous," he chortled, motioning her to stand up, and approach him. "You, the prettiest girl in the club - the loveliest girl in this whole city?"

He took both of her hands in his, drawing her towards him, rubbing her body up against his. He put his lips to hers, gently at first, then increasing the pressure. He could taste the salt in her lips, knew how hard she'd been crying.

"Do you think I'd have chosen you, if I didn't want you?" he continued. "Do you think I'd ever break our relationship and take another girl? Why would any guy junk someone as beautiful as you?"

He continued kissing her, making his kisses harder. Then he let go of her hands, and moved his own to her breasts, kneading them rubbing across her nipples, through the thin layers of her leotard and bra. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and his hands onto the leo and bra, searching out her nipples, tweaking them gently, as he dry-fucked her through their clothing.

"It's normal for a dominant to go crazy with other members, during the celibacy period," he whispered. "Me, I've not had a single other subbie or dominant, since I took you. What does that say to you, Creature Mine?"
 
Leaning her head back, Juliette was screaming in pleasure. Shutting her eyes, she panted. She could feel teh sweat rolling between her breasts and down her back. She shook her head forward and back adn moaned softly. She swallowed and sighed. Juliette was happy that Chevvie enjoyed her company as much as she enjoyed his. Opening her eyes wide, she felt the kiss.

She blushed heavily. Her blush covered her whole body. She groaned though and soon closed her eyes and kissed him sliding her own tongue against his and cradeled his head close to hers and groaned softly rocking her hip. She panted adn groaned.

"Oh Chevvie, my pet, come for me. Come!" She shut her eyes and howled as she arched up ands creamed as she squirted her whole load against Chevvies chest and breasts and panted and gripped a bar above her bed and shivered shivering gently and trembled back and forth and bit her lip trembling.

******

Elena swallowed and looked down thinking she made Shea angry. She shivered and rubbed her arms trying to soothe her hives. But she couldn't. Her hives were as much a part of her as her breasts and hips. She shut her eyes and bit her lip and swallowed hard. Trying to swallow all her insecurities and everythign wrong. But the lump was too large, she couldn't. She trembled and looked up and tears rolled down the side of her face.

"I am not. I am not the prettiest girl. I am not even the prettiest in the club." She swallowed and stood up and looked at him as she approached slowly. "Master, I dread the day you wake up and realize the mistake that you have made."

She gripped his hands and blushed feeling him against her body. She sighed and kissed him back. Blushing harder. Groaning, she loved how he made her feel. Arching her hips instinctively towards him.

"I feel that you would choose me if you felt bad for me. master." SHe whispered and then looked down and then blushed harder. THe hives were beginning to itch. But he called her beautiful. She shut her eyes and gasped feeling his tongue in her mouth and his hadns on her breasts. Arching her hips forward, she groaned and grunted. Grinding her hips against his gently blushing feeling his rigid heat. Oh this was great.

"That you are a fool, master, that you indeed love me and adore me." She blushed and gripped his arms and blushed and kissed his lips deeper and shut ehr eyes tighter as she trembled feeling so aroused and wanting.
 
Despite the hermaphroditic nature of his body, Monsieur Le Chevalier was, in all aspects of his mind, wholly male. And like most males, the sight of a normally strong, in-control woman showing any weakness whatsoever, with the implication that it was his own actions that had brought her to it - such was a balm to his ego beyond anything else. That Mistress Juliette had chosen him above all the others was ecstasy enough. That his kiss had reduced her, if only for a second or so, to blushing helplessness...

And that she had given him permission to cum inside her, that he had caused her own juices to flow...

It was too much. Normally, he held on far longer. This time, she had conquered him, wholly and totally, in a way which few others, dominant or submissive, would have been able. Not only did he spurt, he exploded, his whole body convulsing, a scream escaping his lips, his eyes, just for a second, brimming with tears that he only just avoided shedding. He had reached the highest point of the heavens, that one action, that of ejaculating inside her, was a moment that changed his life.

Not, at the time, that his body appeared to recognize the fact. For, though he had just shot his load, his penis refused to play the game and relax into flaccidity. Instead it remained as ramrod-hard as before, as if cumming had been but a dream. No other woman or man had done this to him, not ever.

"I love you, Mistress Juliette," he said, matter-of-factly, as if simply conforming something he had always known. And perhaps he had.

*****

"A fool, eh?" laughed Shea, pretending to be angry, but in a theatrical way, so that she could see he didn't mean it. He began running his tongue up and down her arms, heedless of the hives that covered her body, in fact deliberately seeking them out. It was a demonstration that they did not matter, that he loved her whatever her physical limitations.

Part of him knew that, abstractedly, she was by far the conventionally most beautiful woman in the club. Her torso was too short, her hips were too wide for her skinny calves, giving her a slightly out of proportion look. Her skin was normally marred by some outbreak or other. She was too shy to hold most men with wit and charm, too inexperienced sexually to fascinate a male of even limited experience, and her frequent need to rush to the bathroom when her bladder misbehaved was not the typical trait of a femme fatale!

Yet, somehow, all these things didn't matter. Or, rather, they did, but in the opposite way they logically should have done. Her very weakness, her very helplessness, her need, were a powerful aphrodisiac. It was as if he were seeking the very opposite of himself. His own strength, the way he never allowed his environment to control him. It was as if she were his anima, the allele of his gene, that together they were a whole.

So, when he said "You do know that you're more to me than just a subbie, right? You do know that I love you?" It wasn't just rhetoric, pulled from his store of reassuring words to make her feel better. He meant it, meant it as he had rarely meant anything in his life.
 
Juliette panted softl as she contined to rock against him. Feeling his seed shoot through her, she gasped and blushed and continued to buck her hips forward and back. She blushed harder and bit her lip groaning softly. She swallowed. She had to watch herself with Chevvie. Chevvie was quickly becoming the person she dreamed about when she was away, she wanted him, so badly. She swallowed harder and continued to rock hard still grinding that vibrator in and out and blushed.

Hearing Chevvie profess his love, she swallowed and looked down at him. There was a look of sheer panic that crossed her eyes in an instant. No one had ever loved her. Not like Chevvie. Slowly getting up, she walked away and then looked down. Her eyes watching the wall and she began to slowly get dressed again. Her back to him.

Shit just got serious. Turning to him, she was once again in dominatrix mode. "Clean up before you leave." She walked out. She was trembling so minisculy. She grabbed her purse and walked out to her car and leaned her head back and took in a deep shaky breath and rubbed her face.

What the fuck did she just do?

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Elena wasn't sure if he was angry or not. But, she arched her head back feeling his tongue along her arms and body. Everywhere his tongue touched, it seemed to birth more hives. With a blush, she shut her eyes and groaned to him. Trembling, she blushed and panted softly.

Shea did love her. She loved him so completely and so paralyzingly. She looked up at him and blushed harder. Elena moved forward and ran her fingers shakingly over his face and then nodded a bit. She blushed harder.

"Yes, Shea, youa re the keeper of my heart and soul. I love you so completely." She whispered now covered in hives. She sighed and shut her eyes tighter. "I will never question you again. I swear it." She whispered to him.
 
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