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Department Store Romance (Loneiy x Alan)

Chevvie sat, fuming. He knew he'd got it wrong. Been too blunt, too sudden. And, worst of all, had given Mistress Juliette totally the wrong impression. It was not her gender that was the problem... simply that while he could, temporarily, submit for the purpose of scening, to make that commitment for a lifetime was beyond him.

The truth was, he was that rare thing, a romantic. There was something in him that cried out to protect a woman, cherish her, and this was not especially rare in itself. But he craved to do so in such a way that the woman did not know it. He wanted to cherish his Juliette, while still leaving her thinking she was strong and in control. Was, he wondered, a way he might do that?

Or was it now too late?

*****

Shea walked over to where Melvay sat, on the side benches, beckoning T'Mewi to follow. When he got there, he sat down beside the Scribe, and exchanged cordial greetings, then motioned for T'mewi to sit on his lap. "Up here, creature mine," he said, smiling."

"Master Shea, T'Mewi, have you met the lovely Abby?" Melvay asked, indicating the tall girl currently in obeisance before him. He reached down and touched Abby's mop of brown hair.

"Good grief, Mel," laughed Shea. "You always say that it's impossible for a Dom to fall for a subbie at first sight - but if I didn't know you better, I'd say that's exactly what you've done."

"Me? Nah?" laughed Melvay. "Not that she's not amazingly lovely, though," he added, tilting Abby's face up to him.
 
Juliette honestly believed in her core that Chevvie did not love her. After all didn't he reject her about two times now? First the proposal. What an idiot she made of herself over that one. Then just now. She sat at the bar alone. She wanted to do when she felt there was no hope. Drink until she passed out. She knew she was in a safe place.

Sitting at a stool she looked at the tall muscled submissive behind the bar. "I don't care what it is, give me the strongest drink you have and keep them coming. I have an elephant to sedate." She leaned back and prepared herself for the long night ahead.

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Elena followed her master. When he sat, she moved into his lap and snuffled her face to his neck and just looked at the girl that Mel had taken a liking to. First time that Elena had seen the girl she was so tall that Elena assumed that it had been a man. But no, her features err definitely feminine.

Elena watched how she kept her head down but every so often looked at Mel from the corner of her eye as if trying to figure out why he wanted her.
 
"So, how's it going with your girl, then," Melvay asked, softly, so that T'Mewi could not hear the discussion. "Things certainly look more hopeful than a few hours ago, yeah?"

"It's tearing me up," Shea admitted. "I feel so close to her, and I have to punish her. If you know how much it ripped me apart, having to send her away. I mean... look, I do know she failed the trust test, and that's important. But I've taken on board what you said, about her being a special case. Like you say, she wasn't some girl who just rocked up here and asked to join. She had no idea the Order, and the Club, even existed. I more or less snatched her from everything she knew, forced her to start a new life, knowing none of the rules and expectations. But... the thing is, Melvay, where do I go from here? Being a true dominant is hard, and I don't want to fail her."

It was a long time since Shea had opened up, admitted any weakness, to anyone, and though Melvay's face did not give anything away, he noted the significance of it.

"I guess it's just that you have to give yourself the same slack as you'd give anyone else," he replied, after a few moments of thought. "Whatever might have been written in predictions about her, she's still a frightened, worried girl with a low self-image. I think you did the right thing to take her back... and you know what that means, don;t you?"

Shea looked at him questioningly.

"It means you've got me on your side," Melvay smiled. "I'm sure you know the implications of that."

As if the conversation no longer held any interest for him, he glanced down at the floor, where T'Mewi and Abby were sitting. He gave the slightest movement of his hand, summoning the latter towards him.

But before any further conversation could take place, they were interrupted by the downcast figure of Chevvie, walking slowly towards them, his head down.

"Hmm - well, there's a man who doesn't look happy," said Shea, an implied request for details in his voice.

"I think... I think I just finished with Mistress Juliette," said Chevvie, sadly. "The deal breaker was that I can't submit to her." He spread his hands. "Look, you understand, don't you, Melvay? I am a submissive, no problem. I can serve, on a freelance basis, here at the Club. But a permanent submission to one person - that's just not in me. If either of you guys had any ideas of how to resolve that, I'd love to hear them." He gave a wry grin. "I could almost be tempted to go up to my room, strap up my dangly goods and slap on a dress and makeup, and come down here and kneel at your feet, Melvay - but - "

He indicated Abby.

"I think this girl who's fallen in love with you wouldn't like that overmuch, now would she?"

"Huh?" Melvay replied, though how much of his surprise was faked was a question neither Shea nor Chevvie could pick. "Fallen in love with me? What crap."

He tiled Abby's chin up to his again, and looked down at her.

"A gorgeously pretty sub like this wouldn't fall in love with a moth-eaten old Scribe. You're not in love with me, are you, sweet Abagail?"
 
Elena swallowed as she remained at Shea's feet. She ran her hand up and down his leg as she kept her forehead pressed to his left knee. She was touching him gently and softly. It was obvious in her stature that she did indeed love him very much. She looked up as she heard CHevvie and frowned. There was no way that Juliette and him could be over. The way they sat and laughed with each other , held each other, the way they whispered noting into each others ears.

No, that was love. Elena read about it enough times in Sheas books to know what it was. She bit her lilp wanting to add how Juliette was just afraid of another dominant taking him and making him scene and forcing him to submit while she was away. She looked at Abby and raised her eyebrow at Chevvies accusation.
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Abby blushed as she heard what Chevvie said. She looked up as Mel tilted her chin up and looked at him in the eye. She smiled and looked at him and cleared her throat.

"While I am not in love with you yet, sir, it is very possible." She stated to him in a voice that they all three could hear. Abby was always forced to lead an independent life. She was not known to trust anyone for any amount of time. Because when people found out her, "problem", they ran for the hills and signed her off as damaged goods that needed help, medication, and 24 hour lock down.
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Juliette stumbled out of the dark bar into the light. She growled in annoyance and righted herself and walked to her room where she did scenes. She sat on her soft couch and laid back and reached into her cell phone calling her driver who assured her that he would call her when he arrived outside. She hung up and put her phone in her purse and laid back. She felt so relaxed, so calm.

She was floating on a warm sea where there was no problems, no worries. She smiled shutting her eyes as she waited.
----

Elena and Abby had both seen the drunk Juliette stumble past everyone and into her scening room. Elena knew just as every sub knew, that when a drunk dominant was doing scenes it was a very dangerous thing in which rules get broken, people get hurt, and others get angry. Elena looked up at Shea and frowned biting her lip hoping that he would address the problem if he saw a problem in it and looekd back down.
 
Shea and Melvay exchanged glances.

There was no discussion between them, nor need there be. Both of them knew exactly what could happen, given Mistress Juliette's state of inebriation. There were rules for scening, rules put in place for very good reasons. Knowledge that a person was capable of following and understanding these strictures were one of the prime requisites for membership of the Club.

As one, the three men stood up, but Melvay turned.

"Not you," he said, to Chevvie. And when the latter opened his mouth to protest:

"Kneel, submissive, when a dominant orders you to. You'll stay here!"

Chevvie, obediently, adopted a totally submissive posture, on his knees, his head down on the floor, his arms stretched out before him.

Melvay turned to Abby. "Pretty girl, I'm not your master, and can't order you, but I'd appreciate you fetching Pat from the bar, and bringing him along to Mistress Juliette's private dungeon. He'll know where it is."

Shea turned to T'Mewi. "You come along too, creature mine," he said. "But stay out of her reach unless I say otherwise."

****

Mistress Juliette was one of the few members of the Club senior to be allowed her own personal scening room, and to be allowed in there was a true mark of status among submissives. Chevvie was one of the few who had been given this exalted privilege. Now, the door was locked, and nothing could be heard from inside. Shea gave it a powerful kick, that would have ripped most doors from their hinges, but the construction of the scening rooms at the club was such that it would have taken an Abrams tank to get through.

"Fuck," growled Melvay, "that door's got an un-pickable lock."

"So that means we can't get in?" asked Shea, a worried look in his eyes.

"No - it means it'll take me twice as long to crack it," replied Melvay, confidently, pulling a pair of lockpicks from a hidden place in his boot. It took him something like four minutes, before the door swung open, and he stood back, allowing Shea to precede him.

Inside, Mistress Juliette was lying on the couch, with a dreamy look on her face. Various accoutrements that she had selected and lain by her side suggested some very heavy edgeplay was about to eventuate. This collection of toys was not the usual singletail whips, scourges, spreaders, handcuffs and gags. Here were sharp knives and razors, drills, various acids. Any submissive that agreed to play with a dominant who used such things would need to be very experienced indeed... and the dominant topping would need to have their wits totally about them to avoid disaster.

"This is not good, Mel," growled Shea, slapping Mistress Juliette gently around the face to wake her, for she seemed to have fallen into a light meditation. The smell of alcohol coming from her was enough to make the two men drunk.

"Don't you dare let Chevvie in here," Shea said, quickly.
 
Elena looked at Chevvie and frowned a bit. It would be hard for him. She looked at Abby and smiled pointing in the direction of the bar. Abby smiled and nodded and then turned and walked to teh bar and looked around trying to spot Pat. When she found a man to his description, she moved and bowed and told him what Melvay told her to tell him.

Elena meanwhile smiled adn nodded. She walked behind Shea. She looked down at his ass and bit her lip blushing. He had a great ass. She smiled and then blushed thinking.
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When Pat was on his way, Abby went back to serving drinks. She had no desire seeing a dominant at their possible low. She bit her lip and moved around the room. Her thoughts kept going back to Mel. He was handsome and she did like them older.
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Juliette groaned rubbing her head hearing the thudd. She leaned up not aware of the things around her. She swallowed and then blinked a few times before leaning back. She blinked against the light feeling the slaps. Juliette grabbed her sunglasses and then looked at the both of them. Her eyes were red and she groaned.

"I am not doing any scenes. I am going home." She leaned up and then sighed softly. Rubbing her face she looked around and saw every one of her razors and acids. She frowned. "I did not bring these out. Someone else must have been using my scene room. I came here not to be bothered and wait for my ride." She leaned forward and groaned adn then looked up and frowned at Shea.

"You honestly think I would scene with Chevvie while inebriated, Shea, really? Am I that stupid?" She rose up and even though she was drunk, Elena saw she looked beautiful and regal like a queen. She then shifted a bit and frowned. "Get out of this room." She growled low and warningly.
 
"No," snapped Melvay, before Shea could even open his mouth. "We won't get out!"

He leaned against the wall, and lit a cigar. "To answer your questions, yes and yes. The state you're in right now, your normal excellent judgement can't be relied upon. Shea's too much of a gentlemen to say such a thing, but me... I'm no gentleman. Ask anyone. So, here's what's going to happen."

He locked eyes with her.

"Shea and I are going to stay here, until your driver comes. Apart from anything else, it's not fitting that junior members of the Club should see you in that state - your dignity needs to be protected. No-one gets into this room except the driver. And when I find out whoever took those toys out and arranged them around you - and I will - they'll wish their mother had been sterile. Trust me on this."

"Uh-hu!" growled Shea. "I'm first in line for that!"

"No, you're not," laughed Melvay. "I went to an English grammar school. I know about tortures that the Inquisition and the Han dynasty between them never dreamed of. You can have what's left when I've finished."

And then, in the rapid change of subject that so characterized his emrcurial mind:

"Shea, I wonder if I might ask a favor? Would you permit me asking your beautiful submissive to do something for me? Specifically, to find out whatever she can about that new girl, Abagail? There's something about that girl, some secret she's hiding. I'd appreciate it."

Shea gave T'Mewi certain instructions, and sent her off looking for Abagail.

"I don't understand, Mel," Shea said, after T'Mewi was out of earshot. "Surely you, as Scribe, are an expert at finding out such things. Why would you need my girl?"

"Because that girl needs confidence," Melvay replied. "And doing good work for another dominant, and thus raising her master's reputation and her own, is something that might do her the world of good!"
 
Juliette shrugged at them. "Do whatever you want, just keep it down." She sighed and leaned back. She yawned and as she was relaxing, she heard the order that was given to Elena. When she left, she was about to open her mouth, her phone rang. She answered it and stood up and looked normal and began to walk pass the two men.

Meanwhile, Elena found Abby and sat down and began to chat with her. The two got along famously and even though Elena didn't get the full dark secret, Abby gave Elena more than enough charitable clues. As Abby stood up and left, Elena went to find her master.
 
"So, was she all right," Chevvie asked Shea, as the three men drunk coffee in the library, ten minutes later.

"She was very drunk, and, I think, upset, but hiding both facts well," Shea told him. "Melvay described her as 'pissed as a parrot,' in his inimitable way. The question is, what's your next move? Surely you weren't really planning to go femme?"

"I did think about that," Chevvie said, with a smile. "But I really do still love Mistress Juliette, you see. The fact that she's so jealous about me makes her even more desirable. It's just that I find the idea of permanent submission very difficult to take." He tool a sip of black coffee, the aromatic, imported brew favored by the Club. "Everything was going fine, and then she mentioned spending our lives with me as her submissive, and something in me just panicked. I guess I was blunter than I should have been with my answer."

"Better that than pretend," Melvay said, taking a cigar from the silver box on the table. "You have to be honest with her. Listen, is there any way the two of you might work this out?"

Before Chevvie could answer, T'Mewi appeared in the doorway.

"Did you perform the commission I set you, love?" asked Shea, kindly.
 
Juliette made it home. Her driver helped her up holding her on her feet. He helped her to bed and gave her two aspirin with water. He frowned and looked at her. She only got this drunk when she felt rejected. He then looked around and grabbed a garbage can and set it within reach and left her to get rest.

Juliette would have asked Chevvie to take her home, but he would have just left her in her room to go home with Melvay. She tried to look for her phone, but her driver, being ever the gentleman, hid it from the drunk Juliette but set it in a spot that sober her would easily find.
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Elena smiled and came in and bowed. "Yes sir, I have. Even though she did not come out and say it, I could easily guess. I think that Abby has a suicidal tendency. Her arms are covered and whenever she talks of certain subjects she scratches at her sleeves. At the very least, I believe she is a cutter."

So without noticing it, Elena fingered Abby as the number one suspect for fooling around in Juliette's sceneing room.
 
The following morning saw three surprisingly un-depressed males and one pretty girl breakfasting lightly on high-quality coffee, bread rolls and croissants in Chevvie's suite.

That Shea was feeling happier than he had the day before was perhaps understandable - he was feeling better and better about his decision to give T'Mewi another chance. She had done well in performing the task he'd set her, and Melvay's thanks to him (and, by extension, praise of T'Mewi) had made his heart swell with pride. He was not normally a person who sought praise, but coming from Melvay it counted. By "lending" his submissive to another, his own stock (which he didn't much care about, it being high enough already) had risen considerably, and T'Mewi's (which mattered a lot to him) even more so. So pleased was he with her that he had allowed her to situp at the table, instead of waiting, at his feet, to be fed tidbits!

Melvay,too, was happier than he, by logic, should have been. Upon learning that Abagail, about whom he was fast developing fond feelings, was quite possibly a self-harmer (and that, given T'Mewi's information, may well have played a wicked prank of the innocent Mistress Juliette) should have plunged him into the depths of depression. He was, however, relishing the challenge as a perfect antidote to the ennui that had, until he'd learned it, been plaguing him. He was in the position of an expert mountaineer faced with Everest in mid-winter. Facing a hard task, but knowing the had the ability to meet the challenge.

Chevvie had woken feeling extremely upset, remembering the events of the night before, but Melvay had pointed out certain facts that he had hitherto not considered. Namely that if she was indifferent to him, she would simply have calmly walked away without a care in the world. The very fact that she was suffering such jealousy and insecurity, to the extent of becoming drunk and coming close to making a fool of herself, proved that her feelings for him were deep indeed. It was quite likely, Melvay had concluded, that today, or another day soon, would see a fresh approach from her, and this time Chevvie was ready, and knew exactly what he had to say.

He had abandoned the idea of going femme - for he knew exactly what would happen if he did. When he made that switch, he usually injected himself with female hormones, which, as well as meaning he would lose Mistress Juliette for good and all, would have another unfortunate consequence. Namely that when in his female state, the merest glance or compliment from Melvay would reduce him to blushing helplessness, which was not a thing he relished.

And so the four waited to see what the day would bring for their various hopes and fears and dreams.
 
In another place, not too far from the suite, Juliette groaned as she woke up with a hang over. Rolling her eyes, she sat up but laid back down quickly with another groan. Her vision was blurred and her head was pounding and her mouth felt like sand paper. She rolled over on her side and covered her face. Only to uncover it again and lean over to the waiting trash can and emptied the mass of what she had ever eaten in her life before leaning back.

She thought of Chevvie, all his rejections to her. Raising a hand to her eyes she broke down crying and curled up on her side put point her blankets over herself once more and fell asleep.
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Elena was very aware of her manners and remained quiet unless she was spoken to. It was a high honor to be allowed to sit at the table and have her own plate. She must have done something right if her master held out her chair and kissed the top of her head as she sat. She looked at him and smiled broadly and looked at her food as she began to eat.

"Another thing I forgot to mention last night." She said after eating her fill. "Abby is the niece of head mistress Roxy. She brought her to the club when she realized how serious her condition was."
 
"What?" screamed Shea, putting down his coffee mug so hard he slopped it all over the table. "She's Roxy's niece?" He gave one of his deep, rumbling laughs. "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Poor Melvay. He's fallen head over heels for Head Mistress Roxy's niece." He tried to wipe up the spilled coffee with a napkin, but he was too helpless with laughter, and had to make T'Mewi do it. "Melvay, who's in control of everything, who never puts a foot wrong, has got the hots for Roxie's niece. Well, Scribe, you're going to have to stop making fun of Auntie Roxy, now, aren't you?"

It was the best laugh Chevvie had had for ages, and he had to cover his mouth under the guise of lighting his cigar, for laughing at a dominant - even though (as in Melvay's case) the dominant obviously saw the funny side of it himself - was frowned upon.

"I can see Rozy-the-doxie's point though," he said. "She's brought her here in the hope she can meet a sympathetic, intelligent, caring, sensible dominant, known for his decency and charm, who can help her through this difficult time."

"Damn," growled Shea. "What bad luck that you got there first, and cut this paragon of virtue out!"

At this, Chevvie could restrain himself no longer, and spluttered into his own mug,

"I heard saw, Chev," grinned Melvay.

But underneath his self-mocking, something had occurred to him. Abby probably did need help. And was he, the sleaziest Scribe in the history of the Club, the best person to give it? He shrugged inwardly. Maybe he was the only game in town.
 
Elena jumped thinking she had done something wrong. But hearing his laugh, she smiled and set to work cleaning the mess he had made without him asking her to do it. She listened to the conversation and then looked at Mel. He deserved a sub. And one that was an enigma to other doms. Because as far as Elena was concerned, Mel was an enigma to subs. It was only fair in her personal opinion. She smiled and then sat back and then looked around waiting for the queue to start clearing the table.
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Juliette could stand it no longer. She called Chevvie. She was sitting up in bed with a large cup of black coffee. They needed to talk. She needed to know what Chevvie wanted in life. If she was going to be a part of it or not. She swallowed a mouthfull of coffee adn leaned back calling him rubbing her forehead. She sighed and then looked at her knees, her cellphone still up to her ear.
 
Chevvie broke off his joining in the making fun of Melvay when his cellphone rang.

Politely, Shea and Melvay withdrew into the other room, giving their host privacy. Unfortunately, simply changing rooms can not shut out the sound of a human voice, so though they tried not to hear, much of Chevvie's side of the conversation filtered through to them.

"Well, of course I do..."

"Mistress Juliette, you know I love you."

"Look, I couldn't help that. Would you have wanted me to lie?"

"Yes, I know, but... look... I need to work through this."

"Yes, I'd love to see you. Master Shea and Scribe Melvay are here. And - this might give you a laugh - I strongly suspect Mel's fallen in love. Nah! Come over here if you want to hear the details."
 
"Chevvie, do you still love me?" She asked hating how little her voice sounded.

"I love you so much that when you reject me, I think that you don't feel the same way."

"This isn't about the stupid collaring."

"Fine. No, I do not want to come over. I have a blistering hang over, I just...I wanted to call you and see if you wanted to come by and....shit, I don't know. Never mind. Have fun." She sighed and then hung up and leaned back and then leaned over and got sick again only this time it was dry heaving.
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Elena worried a nail adn shut her eyes and then looked at Shea and then leaned into his arms and snuggled forwning. Juliette and CHevvie were being too thick headed to know hwo much the other cared for them and how much their own insecurities of their own short comings went.
 
"Now, listen, Chevvie," growled Shea, storming back into the dining room. "This has gone on far enough. You must know how that woman is hurting, how much she needs you. Can you imagine how humiliating it is to want someone, and they play you on a leash like this? If it happened to you, you'd see how painful it can be."

"Who said it hasn't," growled Chevvie in reply, looking significantly at Mel, glad he hadn't given himself a shot of female hormone - or he'd be blushing like a tomato right now. He sighed. "OK, I guess I should go to her. But we'll give her a few hours to get over the effects of last night, first."

"And we'll come with you," added Melvay, to make sure you don't muck it up again. ("And partly," he added in his mind, "to get you firmly settled with her, and stop making sheep-eyes at me, and starting to put on dresses again!")

And so, two hours later, they were in Shea's car, Elena at the wheel, driving out to Mistress Juliette's apartment.
 
Frowning, she watched Shea get pissed. She watched him scream and Chevvie growl. She looked down at her feet and swallowed biting her lip and rubbed her arm and frowned a bit.

Elena hated to drive she honestly hated it. She drove adn swallowed but they made it there in one piece. She parked in the parking lot. She got out and ran around to her masters side and opened the door and smiled and looked at him. SHe smiled widely and closed the door behnd him.

Juliette answered teh door and groaned and pulled her kimono closed. She stepped back and ran her hadn through her hair. She stepped back and motioned for them to come in. "I wasn't expecting a party." She said and then walked to the couch adn sat down. "What am I in trouble?"
 
"No, no trouble," laughed Melvay. "I had to be somewhere, and Shea offered me a ride. I think he and Chevvie were planning to see a movie or something, so he came along. Then the guy I was supposed to meet didn't show, and we sort of decided to come and see you instead. After all, anyone knows I'd sooner look at a pretty dominant than a movie, right? Anyway, Chevvie's got something for you."

He nudged Chevvie, who brought out the bunch of perfect red roses he'd been hiding behind his back (and which Melvay had chosen, and insisted he buy on the way)...

Melvay then turned away and pretended to be examining one of Mistress Juliette's animal studies on the wall - much as he admired her art, he would, under normal circumstances, have been sneaking a peripheral look at her in the tight kimono, but to do so right now would be an insult to Chevvie, so he concentrated on the art!
 
Juliette smiled and looked at him. She smiled wider when she saw the roses. "Chevvie! You shouldn't have! They are beautiful. Come and help me put them in water." She smiled wider and moved forward to the kitchen and brought down a vase and filled it with water and set the roses in and wrapped her arms around Chevvie again.

"Chevvie, we need to talk." She whispered to him stroking his face gently and kissed his cheek. She turned to the others and smiled a bit. "Make yourselves at home and I will be back." She moved to the bathroom holding Chevvies hand and sat him on the toilet lid as she began to brush her teeth.
 
Despite the indignity of being sat on the can, Chevvie felt that he was handling things pretty well. The roses, he admitted, had been a perfect touch (score one favor he owed Melvay), and even hung over as she was, Mistress Juliette still looked stunning. Why had he ever stood his ground? Why did he not just do what any submissive with an ounce of sense would do, submit to her entirely, take her entirely on whatever terms she set?

But the answer cam back swiftly. Because if he did that, he was no longer him. Submissive he may have been, but he was no doormat, to abjure his identity just to please someone else. To do so, paradoxically, would be an insult to Mistress Juliette, presenting her with a sham, a cloned copy of the real thing, an ersatz Chevvie. This he wouldn't do.

But the sight of her beautiful ass, with the thin material of the kimono stretched over it was doing mysterious things to his libido!

*****

Meanwhile, outside, Shea and Melvay discussed Mistress Juliette's art, that was displayed at various points, using mysterious terms like ambience, neo-expressionism, chiaroscuro, baroque and manenrism... but both secretly wondered what might be going on behind the closed door of the bathroom.
 
After Juliette had brushed and rinsed her mouth out, she pulled Chevvie close and wrapped her arms around him and held him close. "I was thinking about it Chevvie, and as long as you don't submit to anyone else, I would be happy to take you as a lover." She whispered and stroked his back and kissed his jaw gently. She worked up to his ear and ran her tongue along his shell.

"But Chevvie, I am so happy you're here. I have missed you so much." Then Juliette went out on a limb. She swallowed. "Chevvie, I want you to move in. I would like you to move in and live with me. Not as mistress and pet, but anything you want. I will take whatever you have to give." She stroked his hair and then looked at him.

Her heart was beating violently in her chest half expecting him to refuse her or say that he had some more major pressing issue to deal with. If that happened, she would go back to France.
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Elena watched SHea adn Melvay. She crossed her legs. SHe would have to use the bathroom soon. SHe rubbed her chin trying to be interested but the urge continued to grow. She blushed and looked down.
 
This time, Chevvie did not have to think for long. He kissed her, locking his lips on hers for a long time. "Juliette, I...," he said, when he finally broke for air, "I can't think of anyone else I'd want to submit to, not ever. If that's your only condition, my love, then I gladly accept." He winked. "That's not to say that you're not going to be doing a lot of topping, because no-one does it like you, you lovely, beautiful thing!"

He went back to kissing her, sealing their union. Holding her tight, raining kisses upon her.

*****

Shea and Melvay had moved from the discussion of art to submissives. Melvay had fulsomely praised Elena, and Shea had been forced to agree, and had she been able to hear, her heart might have swelled with pride. As it was, though, they were talking in whispers. The talk had turned to various other submissives at the Club, and Shea could not help noticing that Melvay continually brought the subject back to Abagail.

"This is a guy in love," he thought.

Neither of them noticed the plight of poor Elena, hopping with crossed legs, too shy to ask where the bathroom might be!
 
She laughed excitedly. But her laugh was cut off as he kissedher. She gasped and kissed him back wrapping her arms tightly around him and groaned arching her back against him. "Fine, then, move in with me." SHe kissed him back happily gripping his head and diving her tongue into his mouth kissing him like she always held herself back. She groaned and began to rock her hips against him. She didn't mean to say it to Chevvie, but she was horny as all fuck. She slid her hands down to his ass adn gripped him and continued to kiss him back.

Juliettes hands began to travel over his body in an attempt to rid him of his clothes she could have him like they both longed for. They hadn't been joined since before she went to France. She hadn't had sex since France and it was driving her up a wall. She growled to him soft and low.
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Finally Elena shot to her feet and moved to Shea and took his hand and blushed. "Master, I need to use the bathroom." SHe whispered gripping his hand so tight as if she was in pain. She watched him and then looked at Mel who was talking about the submissive he had his eye on. She thought it was sweet but it felt like her bladder was going to explode.
 
Chevvie could not help noticing Mistress Juliette's state. Like a young (albeit amazingly horny) virgin, who had never had sex before, and was so eager she was shaking with desire. He was forced to help her, unbuckling the belt of his designer jeans, pulling the t-shirt up over his head while kicking off his shoes, and then the indignity of the thing that salacious literature never mentioned - the unwieldy and ungainly business of getting his socks off! Meanwhile, he continued to rub up against her, feeling her firm, hard body through the thin kimono, drawing it up into a series of rucks and folds towards her waist. His manhood was rock-hard, and massive (intersexed he might have been, but his penis was no sissy-dick,) and he was rubbing against her, dry-fucking her, teasing at the entrance to her moist, warm sex.

*****

"Of course, creature mine," Shea replied, slightly guiltily, cursing himself for not remembering Elena's "little problem," and discreetly telling her where the washroom was. Now, the poor girl had suffered needless embarrassment. Melvay had pretended not to hear, and was pretending rapt attention in a study of dahlias on the far wall.

"Ot's just through there," Shea continued.

And then all too late, remembered - the room was occupied!

"Hang on, T'Mewi," he said, but too late for her to hear.
 
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