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Department Store Romance (Loneiy x Alan)

"Fine. Tell him I am sorry when he wakes and the next move is his." Juliette said genuinely tired. Rubbing her eyes, she leaned back and started the car and headed home. She knew if anything happened to Chevvie, she would probably never love anyone else quiet as much as she loved him. It seemed that their life was on the rocks though and their future didn't look too good.

Juliette sighed as she pulled off her dress and walked around the house. That's when she saw it. That was when she cursed herself for being a moron. The fine leather collar she had made for him. She was treating Chevvie like he belonged to her when she had forgotten to lay claim. Rubbing a part of her forehead, she groaned to herself. Scooping up the collar, she went and ran her thumb along it feeling the softness.

Leaning it against her heart, she reached out for her phone and texted him. "Sweetheart, I am sorry, I just got jealous when I thought you could find potential happiness with someone else. Your love has me acting as a fool. I am drunk on you and forever will be." She hit send and turned off her phone and curled on her side holding his collar and fell into a sleep where she dreamed nothing.
 
Melvay had never been an early riser, nor a breakfast eater. He had nothing suitable in the house. After a quick conference at around 11AM the next morning, the three decided (or rather Chevvie and Melvay did, for Elene did not seem inclined to put herself forward) to find a diner that was still serving suitable foods.

So, over a belated morning meal, Chevvie and Melvay discussed Elena's problem, and Chevvie resisted Melvay's probing about the situation between him and Mistress Juliette with such skill that even Melvay gave up trying!

They both, however, seemed fresh out of ideas. As they spoke, Chevvie began flipping through his texts. Most were simply fluff, that could be answered at leisure, but when he came to the one from Mistress Juliette, he cursed and prepared to trash it.

"Hold it, Chev," snapped Melvay. "It might be an idea... about Shea and Elena."

Reluctantly, Chevvie saw his point, and read the message. He raised his eyebrows.

Finally, confused, he returned a message.

"So who's this somebody else then? If I'd had a fuck since you've been back, I'm sure I'd have remembered!"

And then, realizing this was a tad dismissive:

"Anyway, if you aren't too hungover-drunk on me, Mel, Elena and I are at Chez Lumiere, cnr 7th and 66th. Coffee is good."
 
Juliette woke with the sun. Checking her texts she didn't see any really important or that she wanted to respond to. Getting up, she rubbed her face and took a shower dressing in normal underwear. shrugging on a loose sweater and pants when her phone buzzed.

"Currently nursing my pride but how about I make you dinner later??"

She hit send and went to work on her morning painting. Today it was just a watercolor, but a figure that bore a strong resemblance to Chevvie would not go away so she left it to dry and made herself some cream of wheat. She thought about Shea and then Elena and frowned.

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After the meal, Elena said she needed time alone so standing up, she began to walk down the street feeling alone. Not even the people in the club she thought were an item were really happy. Maybe life would never have a happy ending and life was for the strong to live.

She went to a park and sat on a swing and began to swing back and forth. She felt incredibly numb today. She would not be going back home to Melvay. She would find a job and get her own place. She sighed, resigned and stood up walking away.
 
Due to the wonders of third person omniscient viewpoint, this RP brings you excerpts of various text messages sent between various players within this narrative:

From: Melvay To: Shea 11:45am
Your girl - or, if you look at it that way, former girl - is here with Chevvie and I, hurting bad. Your preferences as to my actions?

From: Shea To: Melvay 11:57am
I ask from you the favor that you look after her as much as possible. Love that girl, and it broke my psyche having to get rid of her. Would not have her hurt any more than she already is.

From: Chevvie To: Mistress Juliette 11:58am
Thanks, but maybe too soon. Maybe we can talk later in week?

From: Melvay To: Shea 12:07pm
So why not tell her that? Then she might not hurt as much?

From: Shea To: Melvay 12:14pm
Quicker she comes to accept she failed the basic test of trust the better. Will be easier for her.

From: Melvay To: Shea 12:18pm
A somewhat harsh judgement. She's an excellent sub. Frankly, IMO junking her was the biggest mistake you ever made.

From: Chevvie To: Mistress Juliette 12:20pm
PS: btw You never told me what your tantrum was all about.

From: Shea To: Melvay 12:23pm
I did not ask for your opinion in this matter, Scribe.

From: Melvay To: Shea 12:27pm
Irrelevant. You're getting it anyway. Man, you must be bonkers. Come on, what would it take for you to take her back.

From: Shea To: Melvay 12:36pm
(a) Spare me your Antipodean slang, Scribe :^) (b) seriously, the trust is broken. Much as I regret it, I can't see any reconciliation possible.

From: Melvay To: Shea 12:42pm
If I asked you as a favor - to enter into negotiation and discuss it, with Elena and I present?

From Shea: To: Melvay 12:46pm
Very diplomatic of you not to mention the many favors I owe you. So be it - discussion. Only fair to warn you, however, it will be a total waste of your time. Please suggest time and place.

From: Melvay To: Shea 12:49pm
Say 7.30pm tonight, mine?

From: Melvay To: Mistress Juliette
Chevvie has no idea I am sending this, but you may or may not be interested to know he will be at my place 7:30pm 2nite. What you do with this info is your call.

From: Shea To: Melvay 12:52pm
Locked in. No promises. Do NOT give her false hope.


Melvay looked up from his phone, smiling. "That's the break I needed," he chortled.
 
Elena was gone by the time he looked up. She was done. She was done hurting. She was applying at a small bookstore that she had frequented more than her adult life. She impressed the owner with ehr extensive knowledge of books and was even allowed to work that day. She felt better having something to do. She felt like her own person again. But better. Something had changed. She no longer had to take several breaks to teh bathroom, her hives were minimal. And she got to be close to Shea. Well in a sense. She passed his books whenever she went to help a customer.

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Juliette growled but then nodded. "Fine, whatever you want Chevvie, call me when you're ready for another date." Juliette stood up and moved around her room. She sure as fuck was forcing people to do what they didn't want to do. She locked the ring she had proposed with away along with Chevvie's collar. She was pissed and needed to do a scene. She got in her car after eating breakfast and went to teh club. Picked out a boy that she knew was a particular masochist and dragged him to her room. She didn't allow for any penetrative sex, she just whipped him with a crop, then let him eat her out.

After wards, she took excellent after care of him and sent him away. Leaning back on the recliner, she rubbed her forehead. She still didn't feel better. Getting up, she walked out and got in her car. She was empty. She felt it. She gripped the steering wheel adn swallowed hard. It was in the afternoon and she was warring with herself to go to Melvays.

Hell no, she would not go there. He was responsible for the destruction of her life, and Elena's. She tapped her fingers and thought of Shea and Elena. She needed another vacation. She needed to go some place spiritual, be quiet, find her god, and be whole again. She felt like she was a fragmented human. Starting her car, she drove to her house and began to pack again.
 
The meeting at Melvay's apartment came and went, with he and Chevvie no nearer to a solution. In fact, it may well have been, as Melvay remarked, that Elena having vanished, they were not really motivated to find any kind of solution. She might well, as he said, not even wish to be found. In which case, had they any right to disrespect that wish?

After three hours of fruitless talking in circles, Melvay suggested a quick trip to the club to forget their troubles. Chevvie was none too keen, - not wanting to encounter Mistress Juliette - but as Melvay pointed out, since he lived there, he'd have to go back sometime. Chevvie then realized that part if him, subconsciously, had been hoping Melvay would suggest he moved in, which made him blush furiously before pretending to suddenly realize that yes, this was the case, and that the bitch had no right to keep him from his own home!

Melvay, however, as so often happened, had his own agenda. He dropped Chevvie off at the main entrance, claiming he wanted to park the car, but as soon as his friend had been swallowed up by the premises of the club, roared off, his wheels spinning. Shortly after, he was at Mistress Juliette's place.

As he knocked at the door he knew - Melvay always knew such things - that there was someone inside!
 
Juliette had intended to go to the meeting, but time had slipped away. She was working on a very large painting the was of her in her ball gown holding Chevvie. It had all the love and longing that filled into her soul. She looked up hearing the door and stood up slowly.

She was wearing a shirt that was cut in the middle of her stomach. She was also wearing biker shorts. Walking to the door, she saw it was Melvay and cursed herself and opened the door.

"I am sorry Melvay, I was going to come to the meeting, I really was I just got distracted." She blushed gently and watched him. She then licked her dry lips thinking that Chevvie, her love and friend preferred him, she had to ask.

"How is Chevvie?" She said looking down.
 
"He was OK last time I saw him," Melvay replied, neutrally, trying not to look at Juliette's perfect figure, and the amount of flesh revealed by her attire. The wrinkles around her groin caused by the tight shorts was somewhat distracting! "I dropped him off at the club. I'm not sure what's going on between the two of you, though."

He leaned against the wall, despairing of her letting him in. "No, not sure at all," he continued. "When you first got to my place, you seemed to be like a couple of lovebirds. Then, you suddenly seemed to freeze on him. Exactly why, I've no idea. But I shouldn't worry too much - he's got exquisite taste in women, and there's no way he'd be stupid enough to leave someone as you dangling too long."

He lit a small cigar.

"Elena's gone bush, though, that's the main concern. Do I need to tell you what that means for the Order?"

He forced himself to look away again. The sight of her really was distracting!
 
"So Chevvie is at the club? Sorry. Come in. I should probably get dressed, make yourself at home." Juliette moved to her bedroom and soon came out in a long skirt with a bedazzled bodice. Her hair was pulled up away from her face and she was putting something into a purse.

She frowned at the news of Elena going missing. She thought hard and shrugged. "She will turn up eventually. I have faith." She smiled and pulled on a soft jacket and her purse. She stood at the door and smiled. "Want to give me a ride?"
 
"Honored, Ma'am," replied Melvay, making an ironic bow. A few minutes later, they were moving through the crowded streets.

"Getting back to Chevvie," Melvay continued, "It must be - er - (he had been about to say "harder" and realized the double-entendre of the word) more difficult for him than most. I mean, being both genders. He told me he identifies as a guy to save his own confusion more than anything." He broke off, as he concentrated on passing a slower car. "Yeah, I know he loves you like crazy though. You should have heard him talk about you while you were away. Nearest we ever came to an argument was when I said I thought how attractive you were, and he flared up in jealousy." He grinned. "You do know, he's not had sex with another domme since you last left, right?"
 
Her heart swelled and she grinned. "I love that kid so very much. I proposed to him when you called and he didn't answer. Then I saw the way that he was blushing as you talked to him and I just got so very jealous. I think I screwed up everything so I was lacking to leave when the inspiration hit me." She rubbed her forehead and leaned back.

She looked at him and then to the street and saw Elena walking down the street and looked at Mel. "It's Elena!"
 
"Him and me?" laughed Melvay. "Nah! I'm just not erotically attracted to people with dicks. i think that thing he's got about me is just a bit of his feminine side breaking - hey! You're right!"

He swung the wheel, cutting across two lines of traffic in a frantic u-turn, ignoring the angry squarking of horns. Pulling the vehicle up at a crazy angle, he leaped from the car, leaving the door swinging open, and went running along the street.

"Elena. Elena!" He shouted. He caught up with her, grabbed her shoulder, and swung her around. "Where the fuck did you run off to," he growled.
 
Juliette gasped adn grabbed what she could to hold on and shut her eyes while she prayed to any diety that would hear her that all she wanted was to see Chevvie one last time. She opened her eyes seeing that they made it to the other side safely and sighed watching him run after Elena.

"I faced up to reality, Melvay, I am not his anymore. He doesn't want me. And that is fine. HE wants to move on. I can feel it in the morrow of my bones. I took off his collar and I got a job." She shrugged and looked down and then bit her lip. "I mean, it was fun while it lasted, but I don't want a guy that will throw me away first time I lie about something as little as where I was. I don't want that. I want someone who is understanding." She patted his arm and smiled sadly. "But thanks Mel, thanks for everything."
 
"I'm afraid," Melvay replied, simply, "That it's not as simple as that." He was smiling, benign, calm - yet his grip on her arm was so strong that there was no way she could have escaped. "Firstly, you didn't just lie about where you'd been, did you? I said some very significant things to you, things that a loyal girl should have told straight to her master. So you failed one test."

He winked.

"But can you really criticize Shea, for giving up after one failure, when you yourself are ready to run away after the first setback? This is another test, girl, and frankly, from what I know about you, anyway from here is up. So..."

He gave a wicked smile.

"Are you going to, for the first time in your life, show some courage, or do I need to forget about your dignity and carry you back to my car and to the club? I told you this wasn't over... and I'm a Scribe. I don;t get such things wrong. Well? What's it to be?"
 
"You told me not to tell my master, Mel, and quite honestly, I would perfer if you didn't grip me so tight." She looked down knowing she would probably bruise so easily. SHE said and then shrugged and then looked at him. "I am not running, I am waiting. That is the most courageous thing someone can do when they are in love." She sighed and looked at him and then to the car.

Nodding softly, she looked back at him and blushed. "I will go." SHe shrugged out of his hand a bit and went to the car and got in and buckled up. Juliette remained quiet just watching the both of them. Mel was realy a dodo bird sometimes. Crossing her arms, she waited for him to get back in the car.
 
"I'm sure," Melvay laughed. 'I would prefer it if you didn't grip me so tight' he mimicked, finding his own impersonation of her utterly hilarious.

He started the car, and drove (more sedately this time) to the club, chatting about inconsequential club matters with Mistress Juliette, and now and again addressing an even more general remark to Elena. When they arrived, and he parked the car, he asked Mistress Juliette to go on ahead, and took Elena's arm, gently this time, leading her into one of the small private rooms.

"No need to fret, girl," he laughed, "we need the privacy to talk, not scene. Now listen, because I'm not going to dress this shit up. I've gone out on a limb for you, because I believe in you. I believe that under that pathetic, needy, spotty-skinned little mouse who pisses her pants every five minutes, there's someone special. Someone just right for Shea. But I've got my limits, believe it or not. So:

"Here's your chance. Run out now, if you want. Scuttle away and hide like a scared little nothing, like a useless little vanilla, and I'll respect that. You'll never see me again. If I see you coming, on the same side of the street as me, I'll hide, before you even see me. I'm good at that.

"But if you make that call - hands washed. You don't get a skerrick of help out of me, ever again, not if you come pleading. You can go away and live your pointless little life as a store clerk, until some day maybe you'll meet a pot-bellied redneck willing to put up with you wetting the bed every night, and spend the rest of your life cooking snot-noses in your belly. Or you can, for once in your life, stand up for yourself, fight for what you believe, and win Shea back.

"I'm going to leave you, now. I'll be in the library. You have half an hour to come to me, and tell me you've made a decision. Vanish now, and it's goodbye."

He got up, and walked out, lighting a cigar on the way.
 
Elena wanted more than anything to hit him. Several times in fact. She had come to loathe this man with every sing fiber of her being. She watched him insult her. She knew there was a rule about slapping a Dom but help her she could feel it. She raised her head and grabbed his arm.

"My answer is yes. I will stay. But if you insult me again you are going to have more problems than whose life you are going to ruin next." She looked at him and frowned. He could see something deep within her had changed. She was like a pheonix raising from the ashes. "Thank you for going out on a limb for me though."
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Juliette smiled as she found Chevvie. His back was to her. Wrapping her arms around his middle she leaned up on her tip toes to his ear. "How is the sexiest man and woman in one doing?" She purred into his ear. She kissed his neck softly. "Are you ready to forgive me yet?"
 
Melvay adopted a theatrical expression of fear, his fingers flying to his mouth, and his eyes opening like saucers. "oh deawy me. I am so fwitened. Nasty big girl gonna make lil melvie-poo regwet it is she?"

He laughed, helplessly.

"Tell you what, girl, I can see that hate in your eyes. Have a free slap. It won't hurt, and it'll probably make your hand sting, but if you want to make a fool of yourself, go ahead. Do it in public if you like - I'm sure the other subbies might enjoy seeing you make a fool of yourself, 'cos they all know you can't fight."

Suddenly he became serious.

"And I'm glad I went out on a limb for you. Know why? Because you're worth it. And not JUST because you;re so pretty, either."

And he leaned forward. So fast were his reflexes, that he'd managed to plant a kiss on her lips, flick in his tongue, and then dart away out of reach before she could even react.

"Now go and find yourself something decent to wear," he added. "You look like a total frump. Then go find your Shea, and beg his forgiveness."

*****

"Forgive?" Chevvie asked, playing with Mistress Juliette's hair. "Well, you sure know how to confuse a sexy-man-and-woman-in-one, don't you?" He laughed. "There's an elephant in the room, isn't there? Something you won't admit."

He winked.

"I think that Mistress-leave-men-sprawling-at-her-feet Juliette... got just a teensy-weensy bit jealous, yes?"
 
"No I won't hit you. I don't believe in righting conflict with violence." She shook her head and gasped as he kissed her. She looked at him and then down and went to the dressing room and pulled on her best T'mewi outfit and in Shea's favorite color and looked at herself in the mirror. Biting her lip, she smiled and went out to find Shea.

When she finally found him, she bowed on her knees and went down on her face. She was a symbol of utter prostration. She shut her eyes not saying anything until he told her to speak.
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A new girl was there dressed in a practically gossamer skirt that was white with black bikini underneath. She was serving with the rest of the I collared subs. She stood tall and stork like. She was thin but had a pouty little belly. Her face was round and her eyes were blue. Her brown hair had been cut short. Walking around she blushed. Over her arms she wore tight sleeves that hooked over her thumbs.

She stood at about 6'0 and towered over the female subs. They looked at her a bit odd as if she was about to step on them at any moment. She was very self conscious of her disproportioned body.

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Juliette laughed and nodded. "So blindingly jealous it hurt a lot. I have never been so jealous. Forgive a jealous Dom and let us see to that beautiful feminine sides needs." She stroked his face with a smile.
 
Shea's first thought was to reject T'mewi's overtures entirely. He had dismissed her once, and for good reasons. Melvay had spoken on the girl's behalf, but while he trusted the Scribe's views, when it came down to it, it was a dominant's own wishes that counted. How could he trust a girl who kept important things from her master?

On the other hand, Shea was not blind to his own culpability. Melvay had pointed out to him that the problem was not entirely T'Mewi's fault. He, Melvay, had manipulated the poor girl into being too frightened to say anything. In short, they had set her a test too far advanced for her own capabilities... which should not have damned her from all consideration.

And now, a few seconds after T'mewi had thrown herself before him, dressed in the bright pink that he had always found so sexy on girls, here was Melvay himself, who emerged from somewhere in the bowels of the building, having, no doubt, been about his own complex affairs. It seemed as if the Scribe was about to approach him, but on seeing what was happening, he (quite correctly, as etiquette demanded) checked his approach, and instead took a drink from a tray being circulated by a tall, extremely thin girl, who walked with her head cast down, as if ashamed of her own existence.

Shea looked down at the girl crouching before him.

"All right," he said. "You come back as mine - strictly on probation. Bring me a drink from the tray, mixed the way I like it, then go to the stores and get yourself a probationer's collar. And, T'mewi - one more screw up, and it's over. You've run out of chances!"

Melvay, meanwhile, had already reached the tall, pot-bellied girl, and, ignoring all the other subbies, most of whom were blindingly pretty, deliberately selected her tray from which to take his refreshment. A sudden silence fell. The significance of him passing others and deliberately approaching her was profound. Dommes and submissives alike nudged each other. Was it an act of sympathy, they wondered, or did the Scribe see something in this girl that others missed?

"Thank you, sweet one," he said, softly. "I compliment you on your demeanor. And, since we're on the subject, your lovely eyes."

*****

Chevvie drew Juliette toward him, kissing his own finger and touching it to her lips. "Actually, it's kind of endearing," he admitted, "you being a bit jealous." He stroked her hair, and guided her head to rest on his shoulder. "Listen, my love, I hope you understand... it's not easy being a male and a female, all at once. As a man, you turn me on totally, but... this is complicated... my girl side isn't a lesbian, so even a woman as stunning as you can't turn me on. Whereas, when my man side sees good looking guys, nothing happens. But... "

He looked a bit shy.

"When my girl side sees certain guys, she goes to pieces. I... look, I have to tell you this, my love, and I totally understand if you don't like it, but... sometimes, I fantasize about going girly, tucking up my bits, if you know what I mean, and pushing my little funky-bumps up in a push-up bra. Putting on a dress. And I don't think that side of me is going to go away. You have to know this, if there's to be any future for us..."
 
Elena wante dto say when was she ever given chances by Shea. But kept her mouth shut and looked down. She nodded softly and muttered a soft thank you and got up and went to get the probationers collar. When she had recieved it, she held it and got Shea's drink of choice. Coming back, she offered up the drink and knelt holding up as well the collar so he could collar her with the collar that said she did something wrong. She shut her eyes and looked down unaware of what was going on with the scribe and the new girl.
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The girl blushed and courtsied. For one so tall and out of porportion, she was indeed graceful. She blushed gently and bit her lip wanting nothing more than to rub her arm. This was the first man that had complimented her. She looked up at him, her blue eyes held the power of fire but the meekness of a bird.

"Thank you, sir, it is a very kind thing to say." She whispered and then bit her lip. "May I get you anything else as to better enjoy this evening." She whispered and felt her arms burning. She had to touch them soon. Looking up at the head mistress of the place she looked back down and blushed harder.
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Juliette smiled adn stroked his hair and kissed his neck. "I love both of you. Maybe one day, your female side will feel intensely for me as I feel for every side of you. I am not a lesbian either, I am a woman in love." She purred adn then stroked his hair and kissed his lips. "Then we will find a sub male pet, one that both of us approve of and will make him ours. But only if you submit to me and become fully mine." She pulled out a beautiful leather collar and looekd at Chevvie with a wink.
 
"Good evenings, dominants and submissives, switches, vanillas and undecideds," came the voice over the PA system. "And now comes the time of the week that many of you have waited for, and about which others have been curious. Yes, it's that time again. For those who have done this before, I'm sure you are dancing in anticipation. For those who have wanted to try it once - here's your chance. Yes, come one and come all, to the upper cellar, for... it's SWEATLODGE TIME!"

*****

At her words, Chevvie's face fell. He so desperately wished to fall in with Mistress Juliette's plans, tell her everything would be all right, that their future would be together. And, that one word had ruined everything. Not that he blamed her, of course. He guessed she used it so often in this context, that she had not even thought about it.

"Mistress Juliette," he said, trying not to cry, "that's the problem. You see, I can be your lover, your friend, your soul mate. Perhaps I could even be your husband. I can be faithful to you alone, I can revere you, love you, adore you..."

He looked down at the ground.

"But I could never submit to you. This is what you have to know."

*****

It was like an agonizing pain. Worse than pain. Worse than fear. Something had taken hold of Shea's stomach - no, his heart. His very soul.

He had told T'Mewi she was being tested, but that was less than half of the story. A test had, it was true, been failed. But she could never know the truth. That if a submissive fails, then it is her master's failure. His punishment was to be forced to punish her, the girl he adored, and he was not even allowed to reveal how much pain it caused him. To do so would be to fail the test.

He looked down on her, so naive, so desperate to please, so needy, and felt his psyche set ablaze, doused in tears, wrung out. And had still to force himself to be strong.

*****

Melvay laughed, enjoying the girl's graceful reply.

"All one really requires for a happy evening," he smiled, "is good refreshment and supreme beauty. I congratulate you on your efficiency in supplying both simultaneously." He tilted her chin upwards, meeting her deep blue eyes in his grey ones. His stare was hypnotic. "Girl, may I inquire your name, and who owns you?"

Ashya sat in the corner and glowered. It wasn't fair. She had been uncollared for so long, it was humiliating. For months she had set her heart on Melvay the Scribe. Being his would have taken her from a nobody to a queen among submissives at a stroke. And Melvay had never seemed to notice her. And now, here he was, praising this... this janey-come-lately, this freak, this ridiculous caricature of a woman.

"So, who's the giraffe with the pot belly?" she asked another submissive, who happened to be standing beside her. She pitched her voice just loud enough that the tall girl could hear, yet so low no-one could be sure who had spoken.
 
Juliette felt everything in her drop out and frowned adn looked at him and frowned and then ran her hand through her hair and then swallowed and bit her lip. "Chevvie, why can't you? Is it because...because all of you does not love me?" She looked up. She could not take him as a lover when he might submit to someone else. She crossed her arms and rubbed her arms and looked down.

"I love you CHevvie, I will take what you have." She wrapped her arms around him and shut her eyes. "I will never ask for you to submit again, I promise." So rejected submission and marriage. Juliette had a feeling that she had lost her touch.
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Elena rested her head on his knee as if sensing hsi pain. She stroked his leg softly. She felt his pain. It was palpable.

"Master, I am sorry, I am willing to accept any punishment to show you that I will remain loyal and honest forever now." She whispered and shut her eyes. She didn't want him to hurt. She hated having him hurt. She would remain strong for him.
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"Of course, sir, my name is Abigail, but everyone just calls me Abby." She smiled wider and looked at him. "I have no master. My beauty is of a required taste I am told and I also have baggage." She looked down and away. She heard the girl and looked down and bit her lip and bared her teeth. But she remained stoic. She could take Ashya, Asha did not scare her and she was not a shrinking violet.

"It is a pleasure to meet you master." She purred and looked at him.
 
Chevvie held her tightly. "No, beautiful one. If all of me didn't love you, this discussion couldn't ever have happened. But... but perhaps loving them means one accepts their weaknesses as well as their strengths." He thought carefully, knowing he had to get this right. "Sweet Juliette, you are beautiful enough to make me love you, and lovely enough to make me lust for you. But... you are not strong enough to make me submit. And I strongly suspect, no women ever could be."

*****

Shea looked down at T'Mewi, his heart swelling at her deep devotion. If only she knew. If she could only realize that the pain he was feeling was far greater than she could ever feel.

"I give you one order, only, for tonight, creature mine," he whispered. "That, when this is over, you will forgive me."

*****

"Abby? I like that," Melvay smiled. He walked away from her, and at the last moment made the slightest gesture of his hand. It meant that she could follow, if she dared. He walked towards a small couch, set on the boundary of the large hall. Melvay did not trouble to look back. He knew she would follow. If she didn't...

...if she didn't, by definition, she was not what he needed.
 
Juliette took in a strong breath and shut her eyes and then swallowed back the tears and vomit that threatened to overthrow her. "So, a man could. If a man came, and asked you to submit, and showed the strength, you would." She didn't return the hug. She felt like she was shattering from within. She shut her eyes and then shook her head. The ring in her pocket felt like a million tons slowly pulling her down into dust so she would just blow away.

"Chevvie...I love you." She wispered and kissed his cheek and then looked up at him and stepped back and bit her lip. "Excuse me." She turned to go get a drink.
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"You don't need to ask it, I give it always. THere is nothing to forgive, it is solely my fault." She looked up at him and swallowed and gripped his hand. "We just had a communication hiccup which was my fault that I will pay for." She said gently and shut her eyes.
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She raised her eyebrow and then smiled. She walked after him and when he sat down, she moved to her knees before him as was protocol. The head mistress, Aya, frowned adn walked forward from the company of her subs and then walked toward Mel but seemed to stop and then turned and walked away. She knew he would find out eventually.
 
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