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Department Store Romance (Loneiy x Alan)

Elena was having a really hard time. She was trying to breath, but hearing teh crash, she became somewhat conscious as she continued to weeze. There was a diffrent between Elena an Juliette. She tried to breath. As she heard what he said, she groaned adn tried to breath. Leaning up, she moved to the door and opened it and collapsed forward gassping harder and harder. She had left her inhaler in teh car.

Since it had been so long since she had an asthma attack of this portion, she didn't bother to keep it with her. She gasped harder adn crawled to him and wrapped her arms around his leg and tried to breath, but her wheezes were wet and gutteral as she wasn't so much crying anymore as much as trying to breath.

******
Juliette didn't even care as she hit teh ground. She landed face down, and shut her eyes. She knew that a healthy portion of skin was shown to him. She continued to not move. She would not move. She wouldn't do anything she didn't want to. She didn't move, she didn't care. She shut her eyes as he grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet, she looked at him and realized he was going to make this easy.

Good, let him hate her, let him move on from her. She would survive. She would carry him in her heart like the mariner bore the albotross aroudn his neck. Chevvie was the sweetest burden she would carry. She looked into his eyes not speaking. She didn't want to. She wouldn't. But she knew that it would take so much more for him to leave. Like an outright order. The shirt was of a music group that Juliette had taken Chevvie to. They never heard any of the music, they just happened to make out in a dark corner against a thrumming base. Both finding release multiple times due to the thrumming speaker.
 
Shea made no move to assist or hinder Elena as she went through her convulsions. He stood calmly as she clutched his leg, his arms folded, listening to her plead in her raspy, asthmatic voice. Finally, he reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out an inhaler. He always carried one, from concern for her, though he'd always kept it a secret. He handed it down to her, and then looked calmly down as she administered it, sucking in the air she needed.

He waited until she had herself under control, then ordered her to adopt a kneeling position.

"T'mewi, I am your master, and I am the judge of whether or not you're capable of carrying out a particular task. I had a task that was beyond your capabilities and experience, so I asked Chevvie to carry it out. That was my decision, and not yours to question. By reacting the way you did, you displeased me, and you brought an asthma attack on yourself. It isn't the behavior I expect in my submissive.

"If you want to stay as my creature, you'll learn to keep that emotion under control. You can't help your hives and wetting yourself, but this is one thing you can choose to improve. I've thought of a suitable punishment for you, and it'll start tomorrow. Now, get yourself under control, and join me in the main lounge when you can appear in public without making a fool of yourself."

He turned and exited the bathroom without a backward glance.

*****

Chevvie had not missed the t-shirt Mistress Juliette had been wearing. It brought back many happy memories. Not too many people can claim to have made love multiple times to the background of the tribal rhythm of "Francesca and the Engine", especially not while their penis was inserted in their partner's vagina, while said partner's finger was inserted into their cunt. There were certain advantages in being an hermaphrodite!

He walked calmly into Mistress Juliette's bathroom, ran a bath, and added crystals. Then, returning to the room where she sat amongst the sketches and blanket, he walked to stand behind her. He took her arm and squeezed.

Juliette was strong - one of the strongest women he had ever known. But physically and mentally, he was stronger. If it came to a struggle, he was capable of lifting her up and carrying her to the bath, dumping her in and washing her. But he knew she prided herself on her strength.

His grip made it clear to both of them he was stronger still. She now had a choice. She could walk to the bath at his request, or be taken there, and suffer the subsequent humiliation.

"Mistress Juliette, your bath is ready," he said, deferentially, giving her one final chance.
 
Elena was sure he was going to watch her die. Right as she was on the cusp of consciousness, and her wheezing was getting softer and softer. He put an inhaler in her hands. Shivering, she raised it and took multiple sucks and then when she was under control, he bid her to kneel. She was in deep shit. She got to her knees and looked down listening to him. Tears rolled down her face as he said that he displeased her. Her chin was quivering and she nodded gently.

Standing up, she wiped her eyes and then gripped the sink and began to cry again. She was such a screw up. She couldn't do anything right. Reaching up, she tried to scratch her skin behind the collar that suddenly felt too hot. Shutting her eyes, she leaned against the wall and looked up.

She was a bad submissive, she couldn't even do tasks for him. She rubbed her arms and looked down. She wished that she wasn't the victim, wished she was stronger. She took a final puff of her inhaler and made sure her eyes weren't red or swollen and walked out with her head down. She sat down next to him and folded her hands in her lap her mind was a jumble of thoughts. She was not sure if she could handle making Shea disappointed. She swallowed hard and didn't look or lean against him for the rest of the night.

******

Juliette sighed as Chevvie moved to the bathroom. He didn't leave. She wanted him to. She needed him to go find a better master, one he wanted. She swallowed and looked down at the many different Chevvies, different colors, different sheens, different moods all looking at her. She bit her lip and felt him walk to her and taking her arm, he squeezed. She didn't flinch or move.

At his statement, she nodded and sstood up. She didn't look at him, she didn't want to, but she needed to. Looking up, she looked into his eyes. In her eyes, he could see so many things warring at once. Hate, anger, sadness, longing, but most of all love. As quick as she looked at him, she looked away again and moved to the bathroom and shut the door looking at the bath water. She could drown herself. She had no medication in her house cause she didn't believe in it, so that was out, she pulled her shirt over her head and looked at the shower rod, she could hang herself, but CHevvie would find her. She sighed and put the shirt in the hamper and moved to the bath and sat down and rubbed her arm.

She was not sure if Chevvie wanted her as his master. She rubbed her arms. She was no different from other masters, maybe she should just quit. She rested her head against a wall and tears rolled down her face. She loved Chevvie but she would not bring him any happiness with her collar. She sighed and got her head wet and began to do the long drawn out treatment of it.

After a few hours, she stepped out of the bath shaved and once again perfect. Her mind made up, she would move again. She looked at herself in the mirror and began to brush her hair out listening to the water drain.
 
Once Shea and Elena were back in public, Shea made no mention of what had gone on behind the closed doors of the bathroom. He was kindness itself to her, smiling down at her, whispering trivia in her ear, holding her lovingly. Punished she would be, for her own good - but there was no need for her to suffer the further indignity of all the other submissives knowing it.

The following day, he was (for perhaps the first time ever) out of bed before her. When she woke at her normal time, he allowed her an hour to shower and administer her anti-hive ointment, then called her before him.

He made her kneel, then said softly:

"Now, it's time for your punishment. I'm going to combine it with a simple task. As you learn more, your tasks will become more difficult - but it's time for your training to at least begin." He gave a lean smile. "It's a simple enough task. You are to take the car, go to the nearest shopping mall, and pick up this list."

He handed it to her. It looked simple enough. Various items of liqour, foodstuffs, various DVDs. He smiled again, this time to himself. He could sense her puzzlement, wondering how this simple task could be either punishing or difficult.

"Oh, just one thing," Shea said, keeping a straight face. "The clothes you are to wear are laid out in the dressing annexe."

As she walked deferentially off, he ran through the outfit in his mind. The black evening dress was a "little black dress" indeed. Not only was it a cocktail number, guaranteed to stand out like Dolly Parton's tits on a morning trip to the mall, but... it was so short that even when standing still, it would only just cover her derriere. Walking or reaching up would cause her at best the need to exercise careful skirt-control, at worst cause her severe embarrassment. And the bright florescent lacy pink panties he'd laid out to be worn under it would make her conspicuousness even more radical.

* * * * *

When Chevvie heard the water gurgling down the plughole, he put down the volume of Mistress Juliette's sketchbook he had been browsing through, and made his unhurried way to the bathroom.

Deferentially, he knelt, offering her the heated towel he'd prepared. He ignored the redness of her eyes, her slight nervousness.

They both knew, now, that he was stronger than her. But it was a secret he'd keep.

"You look even more amazingly beautiful than usual, Mistress Juliette," he said, softly. "May this one have the honor of drying you?"
 
Elena leaned into him as he began to whisper to her. She shut her eyes adn nuzzled into him lovingly. She loved him so much. But she knew she was a bad submissive. She shut her eyes and sighed softly biting her lip. She went home with him and fell asleep wrapped around him.

When she woke up, she sat up and rubbed her eyes. He was gone. She sighed and moved to the bathroom and began to shower with the anti allergetic soap, the one that he liked, and washed her hair in the shampoo that he bought for her. She shaved all over where he liked her to and then stepped out. She worked the anti-hive ointment that smelled like honey into every part of her body. The ones that she could reach at least. When she was done, she used the bathroom. She came out and knelt softly to him naked and dry blushing hard.

As she listened, she looked up at him. He was still upset with her. She looked down and then read over the list. She looked up at him and wanted to ask what this meant, but she knew not to ask questions. Just to please him. She nodded and bowed raising up to her feet and looked at him. "Yes master, I will strive to please you." She turned adn walked to the dressing room and saw the cute black dress. It was much more appropriate for the evening. With a sigh, she knew that they would probably expect she was doing the walk of shame. Clearing her throat, she picked up the pink panties. They were new.

With a smile, she put them on and blushed taking in her panties in the mirror and noticed nto only they were loud, they were cute. Theyw ould look a lot better on another slave. Reaching, she pulled on the dress and realized what the punishment was. This dress was too short. She moved to teh mirror and raised her hands above her in an experimental yawn and blushed seeing her crotch peek into view. Putting her hands on her head she groaned. This was going to be hard. Biting her lip, she steeled herself. The hints of a hive peekign out on her shoulders as she walked out and did a spin for him.

"Does this please my master Shea?" She whispered wondering if he had any specific shoe he wanted her to wear.

******

Juliette watched Chevvie walk in. She wanted to say yes but then took the towel and watched him running her thumb along it. "Thank you for the towel, slave Chevvie, but I think that maybe you should go." She began to dry her hair quickly just wanting out of this closed quarters with him and how much she wanted him. She did want him. But being with her, he would be unhappy.

She knew that she was regaining some of her old composure when she took the towel from him, but she didn't want him touching her. The little spots that she knew he knew about. The ones that if just nipped on just right, her legs would buckle and she would literally melt with him. With a blush, she looked at him. She couldn't keep fighting him if he stayed adn she knew it.

"Chevvie, I think your time as my submissive has come to an end. You have begun to refine your taste to a style that I do not have. I will not change either you or me, and that is why I think it would be best, if you left." She whispered and began to dry herself and watched him swalowing a bit.
 
Shea tried hard to suppress a laugh when Elena presented herself to him. In truth, what he was doing was more about education than punishment. Elena had to learn what it was like to be truly submissive... only then could she truly grow, become what she really was.

"You may choose your own shoes," he said, softly. But the heels should be at least four inches.

This was because the difficulty of walking in heels would make the skirt even more prone to riding up.

* * * * *

As Shea's car drew up at the shop[ping mall, another, plain unremarkable car drew up a few parking spaces away, taking care to position a large truck between the two vehicles. The person that emerged had a lean, sinister-looking face, a lithe muscular body, and alert, gray eyes.

He trailed Elena carefully, always keeping his mien casual, and making sure there were other shoppers between himself and her.

***

And Chevvie obeyed with no further word.
 
Elena sighed adn then looked at him. She nodded adn then walked back to the clothing annex and picked out some lovely black shiny high heels that he said that he loved when she wore them. She wobbled a bit and walked back out to him and grabbed her purse slipping the note inside and looked at him and then blushed. "I am off Master Shea and I hope to be back before you have time to miss me." She blushed adn moved forward kissing his cheek.

Walking out, she moved to the car and got in. Starting the car, she buckled up. Reaching out, she turned on some classical music. Pulling out of the garage, she drove down the street to the nearest mall and got out, careful of her dress. Blushing as she probably showed a piece of her panty more than once. Taking her purse, she closed and locked the door making sure she had the keys. Turning, she began to walk to the mall. Looking at the list, she decided to start at the top and work her way down. She smiled and moved around, but her smile was soon replaced as she realized that Shea had choreographed it so she would be standing up and bending over. Multiple times, men offered to help, but she refused. She sighed halfway down the list. She was sweating, her feet hurt. She sat in the middle of the mall to take a break.

*******

Juliette watched him leave without saying anything and looked at herself in the mirror debating. She guessed she owed it to the club to go one last time. She would watch Chevvie but wouldn't touch him. It would be her sweet little goodbye.

Walking out to her bedroom, she dried off and dressed in some jeans and a black blouse. She prepared for the night brushing and braiding her hair back. But she always thought of Chevvie. Longed for his body, teh way he would hold her close and smile sweetly at her. She sat on the couch and begna to break down in tears.
 
(day)

The thin man walked carefully, shadowing Elena, having no difficulty recognizing her from the description with which he'd been provided. He noted with amusement that her dress was not only inappropriate but also far too short. No matter how much she twitched the hem down, it would just ride up again, showing the bottom curve of her buttocks, with, now and again, her panties peeping out, for variety.

He heard the reactions of other shoppers, ranging from appreciation (younger males), amusement (younger females) and clucking and tssking (ultra conservatives). When she say down, he took the opportunity to take a tiny cellphone from his pocket and key in a prearranged speed-dial.

"Picked up her tail," he whispered, briskly. "I'll make the move when time's right."

* * * * *

Chevvie had planned his evening at the club very carefully. As an unattached submissive, he could go where he chose - and, tonight, he chose to attend the club, but stay well away from the communal lounge, where most of the people gathered. He also eschewed the dining room, the bar and the gallery.

There was one thing known about him, however, and that was that he was a voracious reader. When not involved in other duties, his nose was always in a book. The club library had a huge selection of classic works on philosophy, sexuality and poetry, and though there were rarely more than one or two people in it at a time, it was highly valued by all the members.

Everyone knew about his love of books. And if anyone truly wished to find him, they would know that here was the place.

He would not go and seek out Mistress Juliette. She had dismissed him, as was her right, and he respected that. Nonetheless, he had deliberately arranged it that if she wished to speak to him, he'd be in a particular place.
 
Elena soon sighed and stood up and walked to the bathroom. She then went to go about to the other half of the list. She blushed violently when men would whistle. She felt like she was betraying her master. She chose that the best thing to do was to keep her head down and ignore them. She continued to shop and then sighed softly. Unaware of the man that was following her.

Soon she was done and began to walk to the garage.

*****

Juliette tried to keep herself occupied. But it failed. She had to make peace with Chevvie. The way he left, she wasn't sure if she could live with that. With a sigh, she stood up and then drove to the club. She had her bag. No one had seen her at the club in the day time. It was a treat and all teh submissives gasped and watched her.

Juliette walked to the library, knowing CHevvie all too well. She saw him and moved and sat down and then bit her lip.

"Chevvie, I think I might move. I think that you deserve so much more, but I do love you. I adore you. I will take no other submissives, I am giving up this life. I just wanted you to know how much I adored you." She cleared her throat and reached into her bag and pulled out a book and then looked down tears rolled down her face.

"Chevvie, this is my journal. It spans the time of the death of my master and the time when I met you. Do with it what you will, it along with my heart will always be yours." She stood up and then wiped her eyes and turned to move away.
 
The thin man decreased the distance between himself and Elena. He had watched as she'd completed the shopping, seen her desperate attempts to hide her panties, and the many time she had failed. Heard men whistling, and women tittering. It was one of the most interesting assignments he had had for a while.

But now, the enjoyable part was over. Now he had to make his move.

He caught up with her, and took her by the arm.

"Don't struggle," he said, softly. "And don't think you can call on security. I made sure to break all the CCTVs. It's just you and me. You're gonna come with me, and we're going for a little drive. Of course, you can say 'no' - but if you do, you'll regret it."

*****

Chevvie looked at Mistress Juliette, amazed. He had felt many things for her over the time he had known her - but this was a new one. He actually felt pity.

"Mistress Juliette," he said, softly. "If you're choosing to reject the Order's ideals, there's nothing I can do to stop you. I might think it's stupid and ridiculous, I might disagree with your reasons, I might be so sad my heart breaks. But I can't stop you. All I can do is ask you to consider this.

He sat back, stroking the covers of the journal.

"I never told you, did I, about black_orchid." He looked sad, wistful. "It was in my first year as a member of the club. I was young, idealistic, hopeful. And few remember this, but.. . I was a dominant.

He told her his story. Of seeing a beautiful, slim, auburn-haired girl, a submissive. Of falling instantly in love with her, determining to have her for his own. Of his courtship, his need, how she'd played him like a fish, only to drop him when she'd had her amusement. Of his return home after she'd laughed at him... and what he'd done. How Master Shea, calling at the apartment on suspicion had broken down the door, turned Chevvie on his back, and used his strength to force Chevvie to vomit, bringing up the whole bottle of pills he'd swallowed.

"I won't ask you never to tell anyone of this," he said. "I know you won't. But Mistress Juliette, Master Shea and I talked long into the night after he'd saved my life. And what he said never left me. He pointed out that any conflict - even one between a man or woman and their own despair - can only ever be lost by surrender. A true human can be destroyed, but never defeated, unless they so choose.

"So I returned to the club. Shared jokes with black_orchid, as if I'd found the whole thing a hilarious game. Congratulated her for her imaginative play. Then found myself a beautiful dominant, went into a pleasure room with her, and fucked her senseless. I chose, you see, not to be defeated. black-orchid was never as confident after that. She'd just hit me with her best mind-fuck and failed.

"From then on, I became a submissive. But though I submit - I never surrender."

He handed her back the journal.

"Take this back. And think - what would your late Master have wanted you to do, right now?"
 
Elena knew that she was screwed. Her master was gone and tears filled her eyes but she nodded. She then thought, she would make her master proud. She would proove once and for all that she wasn't weak. She snarled and kicked him as hard as she could in the knee causing her shoe to go flying and she began to scream dropping the bag and took off running trying to find her cellphone in her purse.

She was not a fast runner, she was soon gasping for air as she called her masters phone listening to it ring as tears rolled down her face and her bladder, though not very full, voided itself as she continued to run gasping and sobbing for breath as she ran flat footed across the parking lot, her dress up around her waist.

******

Juliette sighed as he said what he did. She turned around and looked at him. Reaching over, she took his hand and took the journal and sat down and then looked at Chevvie. "Chevvie, my sweet submissive." She whispered and moved to him and sat down in his lap. She then thought about what her master would want. She then took Chevvie's face in her hands and then straddled his hips and then looked at him. "I want only you Chevvie, I want to fight for you. I want you to be happy." She whispered and then kissed his lips deeply running her fingers through his hair and held him.

The kiss was different how it used to be. Her kiss was fully serious and had all the want and need of a dominant to their submissive. She then smiled and sat back and kissed his temple and then held him close stroking his hair. "I respect and love you Chevvie. I will try to make my orders a bit nicer." She then bit her lip feeling the collar in her purse. She would wait. She would take it slow. She shut her eyes and sighed. She vaguely remembered Chevvie that night her master paced his room nervously. She had not really met Chevvie, but she knew of him. She sighed and stroked his hair. "Can I take you out to eat tomorrow?" SHe whispered and looked at him with a wide smile on her lips.
 
A girl who could not keep her shoes on, and hampered by the fact that she had to continually wrestle with her dress (and was chafed by wet underwear) could never be the fastest of runners, and it was only a few seconds before her pursuer caught up with her, and bundled her into Shea's car.

"That was a feeble kick," he laughed, sitting down beside her and auto-locking the doors. "But I'm glad you delivered it. You've no idea how happy it made me you tried to escape. Now drive. I'll tell you where."

And as the car moved off, he added:

"And prepare yourself for a... well, maybe a shock. But not perhaps as unpleasant as you might be expecting."

He pulled out a cigar, pushed in the dashboard lighter, and then seemed to recall that she was asthmatic, and replaced the smoke in the inner pocket of his jacket. "Tell me, Elena," he said, softly. "Just what do you think the club is? Obviously. at the level of membership you are, you think it's a BDSM club, right? A house of pleasure, given over to sexual excess." He chuckled. "Well, it is that, of course, but it's more. Now, I'll keep this short, though I'll be giving you more details as time passes, if you'll let me."

The phrases "not as unpleasant" and "If you'll let me" hung in the air.

"The club, you see, is part of an order - a philosophical order. The inner circle of the club - and such people as Monsieur Le Chevalier, Master Shea and Mistress Juliette - and myself - are privy to secrets of much greater import. One of these concerns you. I can't - absolutely can't- give you too many details. Suffice to say, it's very important that you stay with the club, progress, learn the true ways.

"Now, as things are, the chances of that don't look too good. You're a willing enough subbie, T'Mewi-owned-by-Shea, with a sweet nature and a genuine willingness to learn but - excuse me saying this - not the stuff of which heroines are made. Sure, your Master loves you - but he loves you in a way that a strong man loves a weak woman.

"You might want to know who I am. Well, the name you may know me as is Scribe Melvay. mention it to Master, or Mistress Juliette, and see what reaction you get.

"What we need to do is coach you, so that you can be a genuine fulfillment of the... erm, the prophecy. So, here's the decision you have to make. Just around the corner is a park, where you can stop without causing a traffic obstruction. If you choose, you can let me off there, and slink home to Master, with your wet knickers, and you'll probably never see me again. I certainly won't seek you out.

"Or, you can, for once in your life, take destiny in your hands, and become what you truly are. But you'll need coaching for that." He smiled, grimly. "And I, for my sins, am your coach!"

* * * * *

"You wish to fight for me, Mistress Juliette?" smiled Chevvie. There was a slight edge of teasing in his voice, but it was a friendly teasing, the sort of which courtship between two confident people often exists. "Just whom were you proposing to fight? There's no other dominant to whom I'd give myself. Well, perhaps Master Shea if he asked, since I owe him, but he never has. He's far too besotted with his new girl, the lovely T'Mewi.

His arms were wrapped around her, holding her protectively, as if he was the Master and she the submissive. Perhaps this was really the way it was, though both would keep the secret, a kind of kayfabe. Mistress Juliette's shirt had ridden up and parted company with the waist of her jeans, and his hand was touching her bare flesh. It was doing things to his libido that her position, sat on his lap, enabled her, he was sure, to be able to notice.

"Yes, Mistress Juliette, of course you may take me to lunch tomorrow," he added. "I would be honored to be seen with such a beautiful and highly respected artist such as yourself."
 
Elena had kicked off her shoes to run. She knew that she would probably come into the possession of new ones. She panted hard as she was dragged back to the car and tears began to roll down her face violently. She reached to the glove compartment and took the inhaler and took a good few puffs on it. Shutting her eyes, she sighed and shut her eyes tightly and then swallowed moving the inhaler back to the glove compartmet and started teh car and pulled away driving. She watched him but watched the road more. Her fingers trembling violently.

She listened to him speak frowning. With the words, if you'll let me, she swallowed. Either this man was a sick sadist, or he was genuinely trying to help. She listened closer now stopped at a red light. She frowned and ran her fingers over the steering wheel and rubbed her forehead adn watched him. The light soon turned green and she began to go again. He was offering to no longer be the victim. She swallowed and then looked at him and frowned. "I will do it, but I will not do anything that disrespects my Master Shea in any way." She said and looked at him.

*******

She smiled and kissed his neck growling in her dominant way that warned him sshe would give him a spank. "I was planning on fighting my own ego, my sweet submissive." She growled in his ear as she gave it one litttle dominant. She rocked her hips against his cock and began to giggle a bit. "Is someone jealous over the submissive T'Mewi?" She purred and looked at him. She shut her eyes feeling his strong arms around her and she reached up stroking his hair back and kissed his jaw. She felt his hands touching her bare skin and she smiled and then moved to sit beside him. Picking up his book, she looked over it.

"So what was my precious submissive reading this time?" She smiled and put her feet up into his lap once again taking the role of dominant and smiled watching him. She would do somethign she never did before, she would offer him to move in with her. She thought it was crazy, but she needed to show the other masters that she was for once becoming serious with a relationship that was in the logn time coming.
 
Scribe Melvay smiled at her words. His expression gave her the impression she had passed some kind of test.

"The only way you could disrespect your Master right now," he said, matter-of-factly, "Is by refusing my offer and dropping me off. By trying to improve yourself, you will be showing him the ultimate respect." He gave a tight grin. "For that matter, I respect Master Shea, too, though there was a time when we'd gladly have killed each other. That tale, though, is shrouded in secrecy."

He added nothing more, simply guided her along the route he wished her to take. Within half an hour, they had reached a small park, down by a river.

"Now, I suppose I should insist you hand the car keys over to me," Scribe Melvay laughed. "But I don't think I need to." He walked her by a small brick building, obviously a public washroom. "Now, given your little problem, you probably need a few minutes in there." He pointed to a seat, over by the river. "I'll be over there when you've made yourself comfortable. I leave it to you if you want to use your phone to make some excuse to Master Shea."

He walked off in the direction of the bench, with no further word.

* * * * *

"T'mewi?" Chevvie replied, a look of genuine puzzlement on his face. "She's such a sweet girl. No, there's no way I'd envy her. I admit, I am confused as to why Master Shea took her on, though. Poor little thing, she's got no experience of the order's ways at all, and outwardly, she doesn't look like promising material." He had lowered his voice to a whisper. "I'm pretty sure she came here a virgin, for one thing. And the poor girl's skin breaks out if she gets the slightest bit nervous. And, er, she wets herself at embarrassing moments. But to be fair, she stood up to her first acolyte ordeal pretty well."

He watched as Mistress Juliette picked up the book. "Believe me, Mistress Juliette, there's nothing to interest you in that," he laughed. "Nothing you haven't seen before."

He was, in fact, speaking perfect truth. For it was a volume of her sketches, paintings and engravings,
 
Elena didn't see the smile. She was working on what her gut told her to do. Like always. Biting her lip, she listened and nodded gently. "I am a joke to other submissives. I am a joke even to my own master." She reached up her hand and wiped a tear that was forming thinking about the humiliation she was forced to endure because of the original humiliation. She swallowed hard and then parked where he told her and looked at him and swallowed.

Getting out of the car, she walked with him wigglign her dress down and then looked back at him as she carried her purse. She nodded and looked at him. She would not call Shea. He would probably demand she come home. She looked down, but if she didn't go home, would he think that she ran away and look for a new sub? She walked to the washroom adn sat on the toilet and swallowed.

Bringing out her phone she called Shea. She wasn't sure what she was going to say. But she relieved herself as she heard her phone continue to ring. When it was done, seh stood up and cleaned herself off best she could. She waited to see if he picked up. If he didn't she would leave a message.

"Hello master Shea, I just went out for a drive. I should be back before too long. Do you want me to pick something up for dinner? Call me when you get this."
*************

"Ohh Chevvie, don't be harsh." She kissed his temple and stroked his hair back adn looked at him. "If I believed all the stories that were told about you when you first got here, not only were you a virgin, but every time someone made you orgasm, you would cry. All submissives have their quirks that it is for their master to decide if to keep up with them and teech them the way." She smiled adn then looked down and sighed.

So she dismissed him from her house adn he goes to the library only to pick up a book of hers. It was one of her first. When she was first being dominant and every sketch, engraving, and painting was always sensual. Even if it was not two people locked in the throes of passion, it looked vaguely like it. So many pictures of goddess and mortals painted in the classic style that one would swear it was painted in the 14th century. She smiled adn then looked at him and handed the book back adn stretched beside him.

"So you want to come back to my place? Let me tie you down to the bed with soft silks and pull out the vibrator that you love so very much?" She purred and nipped his shoulder. "I keep that one for you. What did we name it again?" She stroked his other side. The thing about Juliette was that she understood that Chevvie had both a cock to satisfy a horse and the tightest little pussies that one could just cream themselves thinking about. Juliette took great pleasure in pleasing all of his holes and rods.
 
"I know exactly what you said," laughed the Scribe, when Elena returned. "You told him you'd gone out for a drive, and be back soon, right? And added some triviality, like did he want anything while you were out?" He grinned. "No, I wasn't eavesdropping. It's just - humans are pretty predictable. Even me, sadly, though I do all I can to avoid it."

He lit a long, thin cigar, blowing out the smoke and making rings, as if he had forgotten her presence. After a while, he turned to her.

"Is that really what you think. That you're a joke? Well, perhaps you're right. Though not in the way you meant it, I think." He wrapped one arm around his body, rested the elbow of the other on his hand. He looked relaxed, in control. "It's too soon to explain just how important you are. And that's Master Shea's prerogative, anyway. But... OK, I see what you mean. It must be difficult, with that skin problem of yours, and your bladder being such a pest. On top of you being dragged into the club so quickly, with no knowledge of what was to happen."

He stared into the distance, lost in thought. "I remember my own initiation. In a place far, far away. The conclusion was dunking me in an icy cold river, in the middle of winter. And then gave me the choice of fucking a beautiful woman, or taking twelve lashes. Now, T'mewi, my love, I'm pretty proud of my erotic abilities, but there is no male in the world can get it up when he's on the verge of hypothermia. The poor thing was shrunk to the size of a peanut!" He laughed. "I took the lashes. And the girl - but that was half an hour later, after the ordeal was over, and they'd given me three mugs of hot chocolate and a hot shower. But you didn't come here to listen to some old Scribe ramble on about his past, right?"

He puffed at the cigar again.

"I am a Scribe. And a Scribe is... not what the uninitiated might think. Putting it as simply as I can, I'm a kind of troubleshooter. My job is to sniff out trouble before it starts. Like... urm, like the virus protector on your laptop. Or a pap smear. Or a health inspector. And, sweet T'mewi - if Master Shea ever decides he doesn't want you, the Order is in so much shit that it might not survive. But don't ever tell him this."

He gave one of his lean smiles.

"Now. To begin. Tell me how you feel when - when things go wrong, and you make a fool of yourself."

*****

"Ah. Those stories," laughed Chevvie. "Well, I wasn't a virgin. And yes, I did cry, at my first vaginal orgasm. It was Scribe Melvay that was responsible. You know, that guy from - ah, you know him. And there was the one that said I could manipulate my penis to go into my own vagina. That's false - though, Chance knows, I've tried often enough. And the one that said I tried to use my own sperm to impregnate myself. Yuk - horrible thought. Or the one that said I challenged Master Miksmi to a duel to the death when he insulted me about my... my condition. Mind you, I would have done if he'd ever said what people said he did, but he was always totally respectful to me. And the one about me having sex forty times in one night. Or the one about... never mind."

He laughed.

"Come back to yours? Mistress Juliette, I'm a creature that needs to be wooed and chased. Haven't you realized that yet? Call me an arrogant dogbitch if you wish, but I'll say here and now I'm the best subbie, and my gift is the most worth winning, throughout the entire Order. Lunch tomorrow it is. Can you stand the thrill of the chase Mistress Juliette? Well - can you?"
 
Elena looked at him and nodded and moved to sit next to him and crossed her arms a bit and then looked down. She swallowed back a cough or too and watched him and continued to listen.

"I feel I am a joke. Everyone won't let me forget of my condition, they are always too eager to bring it up especially Master. Even those thata claim to be my friend." Reaching up, she wiped her eye and sniffled a bit and shrugged. She swallowed and continued to listen to him and then smiled as he spoke of his initiation. She patted his arm a bit and looked into his eyes. "I am sorry." She whispered softly and looked back down.

"I understand." Elena said and then looked down and then swallowed feeling the sun warm her back. She swallowed as he asked her the question and knew that the answer would just make her seem more weak, but she had to let him know.

"Truthfully Scribe, whenever I screw up, I just want to kill myself. I want out. Cause I am sure that the world beyond is greater than the disappointment I see in my.." She swallowed a sob and tears rolled down her face. "My beautiful master Shea's face." She looked down and reached into her purse and wiped her eyes and began to sob harder as she admitted it.

**********

Juliette laughed as Chevvie began to recount every phallacy that was told about him. But when he said that he could manipulate his own cock into his vagina, she was curious to see if she could train him. She stroked his hair and kissed his neck and chuckled and then when he laughed she looked at him.

"I will woo and chase you dearest Chevvie. I will do so until you are pleading me to capture you, but I am a refined hunter and you just made your wishes known. So let the hunt begin." She smiled adn took his hand and barely brushed her lips against his knuckles. Standing up she smiled. "I will pick you up here, make sure you wear something nice. What time will my sweet little Chevvie be ready?" She reached into her purse and pulled out a planner and looked at him canting her head. She knew deep down that in the next several days to come, her vibrator was going to have to be enough. Taking the time she smiled. "Then I will be here at that time." She smiled and bowed a big and nodded.

Turning, she walked away. She would come back later for the meeting, but she sat alone in a leather trench coat with a black teddy and stockings underneath and a black leather mask. Something she hadn't done in several years. No matter how many slaves came up begging for her pleasure, she smiled and turned them away with a polite thanks. No one knew what was going on because she didn't cast her gaze to Chevvie at all.
 
"T'mewi, listen," said the Scribe, softly. "The Order is... it's perhaps a little different than you think. This is no ordinary BDSM club for goths and thrill-seekers, and people who think that leather corsets and masks make them look pale and interesting. This is a... a lifestyle. A philosophy. And mindfucking each other is part of the deal. Imagine if you joined an exclusive tennis club, that only professionals could join? You'd expect to find it really tough every time you played a match, right? This is the same. It's the big league. Now I've seen you with Master Shea - often at times when you didn't suspect I was there - and even an old cynic like me, who's seen it all, can't be in any doubt how much he loves you. He knows your problems aren't your fault."

He puffed at the cigar.

"T'mewi, a dominant - a TRUE dominant - well, it's not just about using their subbies as servants, making them wait on them, using them as concubines. It's all about training them. A dominant is a father and a lover and a teacher, all in one. We've all been through our training, even luminaries like Master Shea, or Mistress Juliette. You're being groomed for something special, you see - and right now, in your relationship with your master, someone is failing."

He turned to look into her eyes.

"But it's not you. It's him. And he knows it. Why do you think he latched onto an excuse to punish you? He needed an excuse to send you out alone, so that I could meet you. You need training in a lot of things if you're to fulfill your destiny according to Chance. You need training in sex, and Master can provide that. In our ways, our terminology, our philosophy, which you can pick up as you go. But you need to learn to think a certain way, too. And only I can teach that."

He adopted a joking, mock-pompous British accent.

"So, here is your homework. Firstly - consider this question. Fate has no opposite. But who is her sister.

"Secondly - find you a strength you have, that no other submissive can give Master.

"We'll meet here, two days from now. And - hey! What are YOU doing here?"

The Scribe, a startled expression on his face, was looking at something the other side of Elena. She turned, as anyone would, to see what was the cause of his consternation.

Two seconds later, she turned back - and the seat next to her was empty. The Scribe was nowhere to be seen.

*****

"Mistress Juliette," said Chevvie, smiling. "May I make a request. I know you of old, and what you love to wear. But... well, this is... I... " He looked downward. "Mistress Juliette, I'd love to see you - I'd be so proud of you - to see you in an evening dress, and stockings... like the true lady you are."

When T'mewi opened her eyes ag
 
Elena looked up at him as he talked. She nodded and then looked at him and then frowned adn ran her toe of her shoe into the dirt and swallowed adn nodded. "You are right, I agree." SHe said about the remark about tennis. She sighed and then leaned forward as he said that someone was failing. She looked up at him and frowned. "No, he is not failing." She whispered adn tears filled her eyes. She looked down though. He spoke the truth and so she just sat back and then nodded.

"Alright." She swallowed adn then looked up trying to see who was there. But she couldn't see anything. When she looked back, he was gone. Frowning, she got up and turned around and continued to look. Then she drove back to her home after picking up some groceries at the store and drove home. She unpacked and began to make them a dinner.
*****

Juliette smiled adn stroked his face. "I will wear something very nice the night I take you out." She smiled and kissed his forehead. "See you tonight." She smiled adn looekd at him. She walked away and grinned.

Se dressed in what she did because she knew Chevvie didn't like it. She dressed in them to tease him. At the end of the meeting, she blew a kiss to him and grinned. She turned and walked away and laughed softly shaking her head.

The next day, she went shopping. Bought some things and prepared herself for the magical night that she had in mind for Chevvie. The hunter was now on the prowl.
 
Shea waited with some amusement to see if Elena would reveal she had met the Scribe that day. He knew, of course, that Melvay would make it his business to get involved with Elena's situation. A Scribe has a certain freedom of action (without it, they can't do their job) yet, given T'mewi's importance to the future of the Order (even if she didn't know it herself) the situation was one that Melvay would not, could not ignore. What did surprise him, though, was how quickly the thin man had moved.

He had allowed Elena to change out of the ridiculous short dress when she had got home, and otherwise treated her with every kindness and consideration. While they were sitting on the couch talking, he took the opportunity to discreetly check out her profile. She really did have such a pretty face. After they had eaten, he excused himself and went to his private study. This was partly from need - for he had a contract for another novel in the best-selling series, and even at this stage if familiarity it wouldn't write itself - but also from consideration, giving her the chance to visit the bathroom and apply her various skin creams and empty her bladder, so that she would be spared the humiliation of having to jump up and sprint to the bathroom later.

That night, after they had made love, he lie back, sweaty and happy, cradling her in his strong arms. He wondered if she'd fall asleep, or if she'd give any indication of how she'd spent her day.

*****

Chevvie felt excitement rising in him, as he presented himself at the entrance to the club, ten minutes before the appointed time. He was wearing his dark, Brooks Brothers' suit, over a white tee, and the constant state of erethism (from his male parts) and dampness (from the female) was reaching fever pitch at the thought he would soon be seeing Mistress Juliette again. He wondered what she'd be wearing. What mood she'd be in. Sometimes, she tried for hyper-dominant, and though it would probably not work right now, perhaps her pride would not let her be anything else. Or maybe, she'd let more of herself out. After all, what they were negotiating - and he could not, in his heart, find any other word for it - was more than just a short term fling. It was their future lives that were at stake.
 
When Shea said that she would be excused to go change, she ran upstairs and changed into some comfortable boxer shorts for girls that showed off the tops of her thighs and her knees. She then put on a long shirt that was several sizes too big for her and had the monogram of the club's name. She used the bathroom and then went downstairs to get started on his dinner. After she had sstarted the food, she curled up and leaned against him on the couch and talked with him stroking his arm and chest.

Elena would not say who she met. She had made him a very nice dinner of char broiled steak and some cream corn and broccoli. She had a fruit salad that came before. She served teh food and ate with him. She smiled and watched him. As he finished, he excused himself and stood up and left her. She finished her meal, and cleaned up the kitchen and headed upstairs and began her morning ritual of rubbing her body with her cream, went to the bathroom again, and moved to the bed to wait for him.

After they had made love, she leaned in close and kissed his neck softly and gently. Resting her head over his heart, she watched him calm down. She was drenched in sweat, naked, and content. She watched him and ran her hand down his chest. However, she still didn't say anything. She watched him and stroked his arm and side and smiled wider.

********

Juliette was not driving. That much was obvious. A large limo pulled up and parked. Chevvie knew that Juliette always perferred to drive. It kept up appearances. Getting out with the help of her door man, she looked at Chevvie. She looked so different.

Her hair that was pulled back tightly, was loose in soft ringlets aorund her face making her look younger. She didn't wear heavy make up like she usually did but light natural tones. Her dress that she wore was a white evening gown that slowly gradiated into black. Her bodice bore black and white glittering cristals. She held in her hands a dozen roses and moved to Chevvie, and handed him the roses and smiled.

"My love, you look so beautiful." She raised her hand up to his cheek and leaned in close and kissed the other side of his cheek and then smiled and then motioned to the car. "Shall we be off then or do you want to go put those in water?" She smiled adn looked at her.
 
As he lay, cradling T'mewi in his arms, thoughts chased themselves in and out of She's mind. When he had first encountered her, he'd simply felt sorry for her. Life, after all, couldn't be easy for a girl with an incipient skin condition and a hyperactive bladder. Her knowledge of his writing had impressed him, and he'd offered to take her up on a whim. He was glad he had, for she was beautiful, devoted, and sweet - but it seemed he'd done something, a service for the Order, that he hadn't banked on. Somehow, some mysterious force (Chance?) had led her to him, to the club. T'mewi, according to those that knew such things, was of vital importance.

The problem was, the role that Chance had marked out for her was a challenging one. Willing as he was to carry her, it couldn't be done like that. To be what she truly needed to be, she'd have to overcome her limitations by herself. He was worried about Melvay's involvement - not because he thought the Scribe would do T'mewi any harm (Melvay had a reputation for sleaziness, cynicism and mixing with the very lowest of people, but those who knew him well had the highest opinion of his ethics) but any help might weaken T'mewi's ability to solve her issues for herself.

He comforted himself with the fact that Melvay, of all people, knew what he was doing. If the lean-faced Scribe couldn't negotiate the tricky situation, then no-one could.

But, perhaps... no-one could!

*****

Chevvie decided that such beautiful roses were too good to spoil by carting them around all day in air conditioning, and elected to put them in water. A passing submissive happily took them from him and promised to sort that out, so delay was minimal.

It was obvious that Mistress Juliette knew his taste. Her dress looked exquisite, and fitted her perfectly. It was floor length, with no high splits, so perfectly modest, yet somehow contrived to make her look sexier than nudity or revealing clothes might have done. As she settled herself in the rear seat of the limo, the dress clung, and he could see that, for once, she was even wearing underwear - and the type that added control to a figure, at that. Yes, she was certainly determined to look her very best.

Well, it was working. Hungry as he was, he would gladly have foregone dinner, thrown himself into her arms, and had her, there and then, on the back seat of the car. But there was etiquette to be observed, so he contented himself with small talk - though, of course, throwing in the occasional compliment, to see if he could make her blush (a thing that no other submissive could do)...
 
Elena soon fell asleep in his arms. Her soft snoring told him exactly when she fell asleep. She snuggled into his arms and pressed her lips and her nose against his neck as her body arched against his side. Her legs tangled through his and she smiled softly.

In the morning, she woke up early and began to cook him a breakfast. She was working on making him eggs benedict with a side of asparagus adn fruit. She hummed softly along to teh radio as she continued to cook. She felt really good today. She wasn't sure what happened, but she found herself contemplating the riddles that the Scribe had given her. She hummed softly and then started the coffee for him and the tea for her when the food was almost ready.

***********

Juliette shifted a bit. She was wearing underwear that pulled in her stomach and a matching bra. Nothing special, she smiled and scooted in and shifted a bit looking at Chevvie. He wanted to pounce her. But she was on the hunt. She would make him beg to be accepted into her.

She continued to talk with him, soon she reached across to take his hand right as he complimented her. She smiled and looked at him and grinned wider. "You look very attractive yourself." She purred to him with no blush. Juliette came prepared. She only blushed when she thought there was a promise of sex, and Chevvie would have to pull out his big guns, this was a hunt.

The car soon stopped outside of a river front restaurant. It looked closed, except the patio was lit and there was only one candle lit table and one dance floor. The driver came to teh door and opened it to first help Chevvie out and she smield looking up with a wide smile.
 
When she woke, it was to the smell of hollandaise sauce. Smiling to himself he padded to the kitchen, enjoying the rear view of T'mewi as she bent slightly forward over the stove. Though she was still far too inhibited to walk around the apartment nude, he'd trained her enough so that she felt relaxed wearing a skimpy nightgown, that she thought at least protected her modesty when walking. He hadn't the heart to tell her that when she leaned forward, it tended to ride up in back, revealing far more of her wonderful buttocks than she knew!

He walked up behind her, and draped his strong arms protectively around her. But his voice had a hint of command.

"So tell me, creature mine," he said, softly. "What did you really do, yesterday?"

*****

Chevvie played it very cool during the first part of the meal. He made only general conversation as he ate his chilled salad, and stuck to semi-safe subjects, like gossip of what was happening at the club and artistic appreciation in general. As he cut into his grilled turbot, it struck him that some of the easy camaraderie they used to have had vanished. They were, in some ways, like two shy teenagers on a date.

However, certain signs had struck him. The first was what he had already noticed - she would not have worn that dress (to say nothing of the figure-improving stuff under it) unless she were really determined to look her best. He was already both rock-hard (in a certain part of his malehood) and dripping wet (in the appropriate part of his girlhood), but this was hardly the point. One thing Miss Juliette did not have to do was beat him in some "who can hold out longest before their libido took over" competition.

He was finding the situation fascinating - would she say the one thing, indicate the one fact, that would make him surrender to her?
 
Elena hummed along to some soft classical music in the kitchen as she worked. She was not too worried about her skin, or she tried hard not to think of it. Every time she did, she would begin to feel her hives coming on. But she knew that Shea loved her so completely, the thought of showing off every little bit to him was not as petrifying as it once was. She was humming along with a Mozart tune when he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She was just about ready to plate.

"Darling, I went to the mall, nothing special." She whispered and looked at him and grinned kissing his cheek. But her hives gave away that she was lying. SHe was encouraged not to say, and didn't want him to know that she needed help, that he was on the brink of becoming bored with her. She cleared her throat and pulled down a big plate and began to lay out the eggs benedict and asparagus and drizzled the hollandaise over everything setting a cup full of fruit on it and walked over setting it down and stepped back waiting further orders.

******

Juliette smiled as she responded and made comments as to the conversation. She ate her own salad and watched him. She wanted to grab him and throw him over the table and plunge her fingers into that pussy she knew was all for her. But Chevvie needed, no, deserved to be romanced and Juliette would do everything in her power to make him hers for now and ever. She shifted a bit feeling a sudden heaviness radiating from her purse. As her steak was put down in front of her and looked at him. Suddenly, it hit her, this was the first real date she had ever been on. Everything after her formidable years, she was always in control. She needed the control.

Finishing what she could eat of her steak, it was taken away to be boxed up. She knew that Chevvie was waiting for her to say something, for her to say the words that she had never said or dreamed of saying to anyone else. She lifted her wine glass and took a sip and then stood up on the empty dance floor and held out her hand to him.

"My sweet one," an endearment she always used for Chevvie. "Will you give me the honor of dancing under the moonlight with me?" She held out her hand. She was so happy and elated that her hand did not shake or tremble like she thought it should have.
 
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