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The Possession {QuietSeductress and Alan23}

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Alan23

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Joined
Feb 24, 2011
Location
Australia
Name: Katherine Alise Mitchell

Age: 24

Appearance: Petite, 5'3. slightly curvy in the hips, modest bust line (c cup) Fair clear complexion. Crimson red hair, wavy and medium length. Icy blue eyes. She's one of those women that is just a natural beauty. No tattoos and piercings other than her ears. Dresses in a more feminine manner, wears more dresses and skirts than pants.

Personality: A real go getter when it comes to her career. Successful ad exec for a major marketing firm, but has trouble asserting herself in social situations. She feels that she has to change that about herself, was told that it was a weakness of sorts. She is a lady in all forms, but has a bit of a rebellious spark occasionally. She is well mannered and polite and quite intelligent. She finds herself a little introvert when it comes to the opposite sex though.

History: Katherine comes from a well to do family. Has two older siblings ( a brother and sister) Being the youngest, she was raised with good role models. Her parents instilled in her a good work ethic and strong determination. It was her brother that pushed her to do well with school and in her career. Her father was more of the "a woman's place was in the home," kind of man. For that, Katherine seemed a little shier around men. She joined the club after being talked into it by a good friend from college, but hadn't realized how demanding it would be. Because she's not a quitter, she continued, though she struggled with moving up in the ranks because of her lack of authority with the male submissives.

played by: QuietSeductress


Name: Lieutenant Graeme Shanahan Giles.

Age: 26

Appearance: Exactly six foot tall, lithe and athletic in build, rather than muscular. His slim appearance masks a huge physical strength. Clean shaven. Grey eyes, light brown hair. Tends to dress casually. Has slight tendency towards nightmares. Tattoo of his regiment, the 5th Hussars, on his left pec.

History: Born in Tottenham, North London, Graeme joined the military at eighteen after a troubled childhood in which he was regularly abused by his father. He served with distinction, winning the George Cross for saving another soldier from a burning building, and reached the rank of Lieutenant (pronounced "lefftennant" in British) and then suffered a breakdown in Afghanistan when forced to witness the massacre of a village of civilians. Guilt at this has caused him to be very much of a drifter since his medical discharge two years ago. Graeme had always been interested in D/s, and regarded himself as a dominant, but he has sought to assuage the guilt of his military service by becoming a submissive, which is why he joined the club.

Personality: Though polite and respectful, he is very hard to intimidate, and very skilled in smart-mouthed rejoinders which are capable of crushing the confidence of anyone who tries to browbeat him. He has extreme courage, having been through active military service. Walks with a very slight limp in wet weather. Respectful of all, until anyone proves they don't deserve it. Suffers from very bad nightmares, and minor shellshock.

Played by: Alan23
 
Being a part of the 'Savage Sisters' was something very different for Katherine, but she was willing to give it an honest try. 'The Savage Sisters' was an organized group of dominant women or dommes. These women would get together weekly at a fancy mansion of the clubs founder and interact in dom/sub activities with submissive men. Katherine felt that this club would give her the opportunity to break out of her shell in terms of being intimidated by men and to really hone her dominant side, but since being a part of the club, she hadn't been able to take on a submissive. So when she attended club meetings, she was reserved to just conversations with the other dommes. She knew that they looked down on her and that was one of the reasons why she just didn't quit, she wanted to prove these women wrong, she just didn't really know how.

It felt like something of a competition too because no one was willing to give her advice. This was supposed to be a sisterhood of sorts and Katherine felt like the odd woman out. She had something to prove though and that's why she stuck around. For now, she'd have to endure the snide remarks and "holier than thou" looks that she got from the others. She career life was the exact opposite and she knew that she was better than all these women combined in that category, but one's job description didn't matter in this club and that was a great disadvantage for Katherine.

On one particular club evening, she was doing her usual thing of not being a part of anything when she noticed a new submissive. Katherine didn't make it her job to know all the men, but she would have remembered this face if she had seen it before. Leaning over the bar, she asked one of the other women who he was. "Oh honey, don't kid yourself, he's not for you. You wouldn't know what to do with him." Katherine didn't like being told what she could and couldn't have, but the more she looked at him, the more she was convinced that she wouldn't know what to do. Later that evening, she was able to find out that he was British and his name was Graeme. Katherine was further intrigued, but she was clearly out ranked here and the other women would have dibs on him way before Katherine was ever considered.
 
"So, who are those dommes?" asked Graeme Giles, as he knelt on the mat with the other submissives. "I know Mistress Alyce, and Mistress Piper. Who are those others?"

"The tall one's my mistress. Mistress Tiana," said Marcus Foley, proudly. "The prettiest domme in the whole club. And the other, the redhead... well, not so sure you could call her a mistress, really. I mean, we have to call her that but she's... " he lowered his voice to a whisper. "She's a bit of a loser. Tries so hard, but the others just laugh at her. Just hasn't got the dominant streak, know what I'm saying here?" He leaned back. There were plenty of submissives around, so unless his own mistress called upon him, he wouldn't be needed to serve for a while, he guessed. "Have you decided to offer yourself to anyone, yet? I heard Mistress Leonora is looking for a new boy. And I think Mistress Helena has quite a thing about you too. She's already got four subbies, but she likes a big following."

"Not sure," Graeme replied.

But as he looked at Mistress Katherine, he realized that this was not strictly true.
 
Throughout the night, Katherine couldn't stop thinking about Graeme. It wasn't proper to converse with him unless he was her sub, but she didn't know hoe to go about asking. Most of the submissives chose who they wanted as their mistress and since Katherine had the reputation of being meek and submissive, most sub men didn't approach her. She wanted to know more about him though so she had to resort to asking one of the other mistresses, specifically Mistress Helena. Helena was a catty woman who got her delights in humiliating those who were inferior to her in this club. Katherine pretty much despised the woman, but since she was the founder, she had to be polite.

"Helena, do you have a moment?" Katherine asked as she approached her while she was talking to a few other women. Helena turned around and barely acknowledged Katherine's presence. Katherine wanted to knock her on her ass, but remained civil. "Helena, please?!" Finally Helena gave in and turned her attention to Katherine, "what is it now? Have we run out of hors d'oeuvres?" Katherine was often seen as the "errand girl" since she had nothing better to do with her time here. "I want to ask about the new guy, Graeme," Katherine replied coolly. Helena seemed surprised, "why on earth would you? You are not cut out for this lifestyle, I don't even know why you still come to these meetings!" She chuckled along with the other women. Katherine glared at her for a moment, but was silent. "Besides, Graeme will be a part of my cohort so don't you worry your pretty little head about him. What you should worry about is why you don't have a dominant bone in that body of yours!" Helena was quite harsh tonight and it was starting to get to Katherine. Once Helena turned her attention back to the others, thus ignoring Katherine once again, Katherine turned on her heels and walked straight to the bathroom.

She was utterly humiliated and it tore her down. She thought herself a masochist because she continually came to these meetings just to get verbally abused by these women who were not even on her level in terms of their careers. Most of them were housewives, bored of their husbands and seeking the thrill that this club offered. Katherine place her back to the bathroom door and sunk to the floor. She felt defeated and was seriously considering this as her last night in this god forsaken club.
 
Since there was nothing much to do, and he was unlikely to be called upon to serve any of the Dommes, Graeme was more or less free. He had a desperate need for a coffee, a beverage to which he was totally addicted, partly because it helped him not to sleep and, therefore, prevented nightmares.

His route to the kitchen took him past a small knot of dommes, at the center of which was Mistress Helena. Surprisingly, Mistress Katherine was there, too, which puzzled him. Normally, he knew, Mistress Katherine rarely approached the other women - it was as if she were too shy and scared. He had seen the other dommes treat her with contempt and mockery, so he guessed he didn't blame her. But now, here she was, looking nervous and kind of shrinking into herself, about as unlike the normal picture of a dominant woman as could be imagined, but she was there nevertheless, and actually speaking.

As he drew level, the keen ears which had served him so well on his active service caused him to overhear what Mistress Helena was saying.

And an anger flared in him!

It was bad enough that Mistress Helena had spoken so rudely to another dominant. Even if Mistress Katherine was not very confident or strong, surely she was still entitled to respect. To shame and humiliate the poor woman in front of other dominants was the most extreme of insults. But to have done it in such a loud voice that a large group of submissives also heard it was totally unforgivable.

"So she thinks I'm going to be part of her cohort, does she?" he thought, growling at her arrogance. Once a woman chose a submissive, her word was law, but until a submissive actually approached a dominant and asked to be hers, he was a free agent. It was not the dominant's choice, but the submissive's. For Mistress Helena to so blithely assume he was hers, with no choice in the matter... that was the final straw!

And then an idea came into his mind... and the more he thought about it, the more he liked it.

He continued on his way to the kitchen where, in fact, he made two coffees. One was for himself, unsweetened and milky, and the other...

He prepared it exactly the way he knew Mistress Katherine drank it. Black, and in one of the special fine-china, silver-chased cups, and with a silver bowl of sugar on the tray. After some thought, he took a perfect pink rose from a vase full of them, making sure to choose one with not a single flaw, and added that to the tray.

He then walked to the bathroom.

Normally, no submissive male was allowed into the dominant's bathroom on pain of a severe whipping. But he had already decided that, if challenged, he would say that Mistress Katherine had been in there a while, and that as an unattached submissive who knew she had no-one, it as his duty as laid down in the rules of the club to make sure she had not suddenly been taken sick, for, after all, she had been in there a long time.

When he tried the door, it would not open.

So he went outside, and looked in the window. What he saw made him feel even more sorry for poor Miss Katherine. She was sitting with her back to the door, looking totally dejected. Apart from her being so obviously upset, there was also the risk one of the other females would try to get in, find the door blocked, and attack Miss Katherine, and he already knew she could not fight and defend herself, so would end up even more humiliated.

He was an excellent climber, but having to balance the tray and not spill the two coffees made it far from easy to scramble up on a rubbish skip and through the window. When he finally managed it, he set down the coffee on the floor, and approached the door of the stall where Mistress Katherine was sitting. He did so in the correct posture, on his knees, holding the tray, even though she knew he could not see him through the door.

He tapped, gently.

"Excuse me, Mistress Katherine," he said, softly. "But may I have the honor of serving you a coffee? And may I suggest you come out of there to drink it?"
 
When Katherine heard some movement outside of the stall that she was in, she muffled her sobs. She had been crying because she couldn't help it. She was so angry with the lack of respect given to her and the constant berating that she got from Helena. She had thought that one of the women somehow got into the locked bathroom and had come to make her feel even worse about herself. Not all of the dommes were mean to her, but none of they went out of their way to be nice. There were a few that were just indifferent to her cause and didn't say anything about the matter. the more she thought about it, the more she was working herself up to leaving this place for good. This club was so detrimental to her and staying would only make things worse. She wouldn't have to worry about seeing any of these women outside of the club because they didn't run in the same social circles. Katherine could thank God for that.

Quickly wiping her tears, she was surprised to hear a male voice addressing her. She looked through the open slit of the stall to see Graeme's face. She gasped a little as she thought that he would be the last person to approach her. He was offering her a cup of coffee and doing it in the most sincerest of ways that it touched Katherine. Once her eyes were dried, she slowly opened the door and stepped out. Graeme was even more handsome up close and it took Katherine's breath away for a moment. He was in the submissive position, on his knees, offering her something to drink. "You know you could get into a lot of trouble by being in here, but I appreciate the sentiment, thank you." She took the cup of coffee from him and slowly sipped on it. It was made just the way she liked.

There was a small sofa in the bathroom and she decided to go and have a seat. "You can join me if you like," she gave him a soft smile. She then chuckled, "I don't think I'm cut out for this, I should have told you to come sit with me rather than leave it to your decision." She was putting herself down, making it seem like the other Dommes had reason enough to ridicule her. "I suppose you find me lacking too," she simply remakred, expecting him to agree with that statement.
 
Graeme inclined his head, the club's sign thanking a dominant for a courtesy, and sat beside her on the couch. He would have liked to have sat nearer, but doing so without a direct invitation would have been an insult to any other dominant - and though he knew Mistress Katherine was not confident enough to call him on it, he wanted to show her the same respect he'd give any other dominant.

"Urm, actually, Mistress Katherine," he replied, "unless it's a submissive you actually own, it's not correct to order them around. So you did that exactly right. Of course, for any boy lucky enough to have such a beautiful dominant as you own them, it would be different. He would then be obliged to do exactly as you say, whatever his own feelings."

He looked across at her. It was obvious to him that she didn't get too many compliments. Usually, when an unattached submissive paid a dominant such adoration, it was an obvious hint he was attracted to her and hoped she'd look favorably if he asked to be owned by her. But he didn't know for sure if she understood that, since the other women seemed to exclude her from all the inner knowledge.

The act of sitting had caused Mistress Katherine's tight skirt to ride up, showing a large amount of leg, far more than she would have normally done in public. With any other of the club's women he would have suspected it was deliberate, as part of an attempted seduction, but he knew how shy she was and doubted this was the case. It was more likely, he guessed, that she didn't know how revealing it was. He tried hard not to look, but when he forced his gaze upwards, he saw her attractive face instead.

"I hope that wasn't forward of me to say that, Mistress Katherine," he added. "And no, I certainly don't find you lacking. In fact... I... I find you amazingly lovely."
 
Katherine was taken back by his lovely words. He was genuinely polite and sincere and it was a comfort to her. He even paid her a compliment and that made her smile. Graeme was a really attractive man, someone that Katherine would have been infatuated with outside the club, though she would have never approached him on her own. Though she was still naive to a lot of what this club offered, she knew that he was wanting to be her submissive. That surprised her as well and for a moment, she thought that this might be a sick joke played on her by one of the other Dommes. Looking into his eyes though, she knew that wasn't the case.

"None of the other men here think it's lucky to be my submissive. I've been in this club for a few months now and you are the only man that's really ever talk to me at a great length." She looked down at her hands in her lap and then noticed that her skirt had ridden up quite a bit when she sat down. Katherine didn't usually show this much skin and it wasn't her M.O. to physically be seductive like this. Trying as nonchalantly as she could, she adjusted her skirt to a more suitable length.

Looking back up at his face, she smiled and sipped on her coffee, "No, I don't think it was too forward. I'd want you to be honest with me. As much as this is all fun, we are still human beings and we each deserve to be respected. Thank you for your honesty Graeme." She was still a little nervous by all of this. She was sort of getting the vibe that he wanted to be her submissive, but the rules were clear, he'd have to propose that to her, she wasn't allowed to ask. "If I may ask, what is it that made you come in here? I assume you've been told about me by the other submissives and I can almost bet that it wasn't favorable."
 
Mistress Katherine's question put Graeme in a somewhat difficult position. In fact, he had heard a great deal about her from the other submissives... but to repeat it would almost certainly have humiliated her. She seemed to be a figure of fun among them, though much of it was, he had guessed, simply echoing what their Mistress had said. Things such as:

"She's such a weakling. Not a dominant bone in her body."
"You gotta be respectful to all dominants. Well, 'cept Mistress Katherine of course... I mean, like, as if she could do anything."
"My Mistress says she's the club's resident virgin."
"Do you think any submissive's ever gonna be desperate enough to beg ownership from her?"
"I'd be ashamed to submit to someone as weak as that."
"Do you see the way she blushes if anyone speaks harshly to her... and sort of trembles?"


His only course, he decided, was to answer her first question literally and truthfully.

"Mistress Katherine, I came in because the club rules say a submissive should not just wait to be ordered. If he sees a Mistress that seems to require something, he must politely inquire if she needs any kind of service, or, if possible, anticipate it. I... I heard what Mistress Helena said to you, Ma'am, so... it occurred to you that since my name was mentioned, it was my duty to correct the impression she gave you. I... I don't have any intention of asking Mistress Helena for ownership, and she certainly hasn't discussed the matter with me."

He sipped at his coffee.

"And I must add that... I... well, since I have a rather high opinion of you, then... well, I was glad to get an opportunity to serve you, and have a chance of talking to you."
 
Katherine didn't know what to expect of an answer from him, but when he was nothing but honest with her, she found it relieving. She didn't talk with many submissives in this club, but the few short conversations she did have, she got the impression that they weren't being truthful with her. Having Graeme treat her with enough respect to be honest warmed her heart and she was glad that he had sought to come in here and make sure that she was alright.

She smiled at him and watched him sip his coffee. He mentioned having a high opinion of her and that just about made her day. "I do appreciate all of this. Helena can be brutal and I don't know why I take it so badly. I guess I feel that I have something to prove to these women or maybe to myself." She took her index finger and traced it around the edge of her cup, "if you don't mind me asking, what got you into this type of lifestyle?" Graeme didn't seem like a true submissive, even if he did act the part, Katherine got the feeling that there was more to the story. She hoped to get to know him before he chose a mistress because once that happened, she really wouldn't be able to talk to him much.

The idea that he wanted her as a mistress did come across her mind, but having been let down time and time again, she didn't get her hopes too high. She was just enjoying this conversation with him for however long it was going to last.
 
"Yes, Mistress Katherine," Graeme replied. "She can be brutal. Not so much with submissives, but... more with other women. I get the impression she feels an instinctive need to cover her own insecurities with... well, with bullying other women. And, with respect, Mistress Katherine, you... well, you've gained the reputation of being... er... "

He stopped himself suddenly. He had been about to say "a reputation of being a coward, too scared to defend yourself. A weakling." But he realized that this, however accurate, would neither make her feel any better, nor in fact further the plan he had formed in his mind.

" ...of being less experienced," he substituted quickly. "And, for some reason, you've never accepted any of the approaches made to you to accept a submissive... " (in fact, he knew that none had ever approached her. A submissive's reputation within the club stood or fell by that of his mistress. A weak mistress, one who was laughed at, would put the submissive's standing at zero. Graeme knew exactly why Mistress Katherine took so much from Mistress Helena and her cronies. She was, simply, too frightened to defend herself. She could not fight, nor substitute for her lack of physical ability by a quick wit, or extreme confidence.

Yet she was far, he knew, from being a loser. She was successful in business, good-looking, intelligent. The right submissive, he felt, could make her blossom, become a true dominant, an adornment for the club.

And it had occurred to him that - just possibly, he was that submissive.

"As to how I got into this, ma'am..." He told her his story. The massacre in Afghanistan. Being ordered to fire upon the village, though the high command must surely have known it contained nothing but young children, elderly cripples and women. he too, despite his reputation (and medals) to the contrary was also, in his own mind at least, a coward.

"And since I received my psychological discharge, I've been wandering," he finished. "I spent a few months in Singapore, some weeks in New Zealand, a short time in Canada. Then my back pay came through, meaning I could stay in the US and not need a green card - I can live fairly well off my back pay. But I feel a need to... " He stared into the distance. "To punish myself, I guess. To atone. Does that make sense?"
 
When Graeme paused to sort out his words, Katherine knew what he might be thinking. Helena picked on her because Katherine was weak. She couldn't stand up to these women in a way that would assert her dominance, she just didn't know how. She kept telling herself that one day, she would do it, but Katherine had gotten so far in her shell that it wasn't even on her mind anymore. When Graeme did speak again, he put his thoughts in a nicer manner. Katherine smiled at him for it, knowing that he must've thought a little differently, he was just sparing her feelings.

Katherine hated this part of her personality. Whenever she was faced with conflict, he never really knew what to do and her only reaction was to hide from it. Thus she got a reputation with these women. She knew that it was foolish to be so afraid, but something wouldn't let her overcome this fear. She could tell herself until she was blue in the face that she was just going to go up to Helena and tell her how she felt, but when the opportunity presented itself, Katherine just folded like a house of cards.

She sat there and listened intently to his story. All she knew was that he was British, but hearing of all the horrific things he had been through really pulled at her heart. Even to the point that she wanted to reach across and hug him. He had been through a terrible ordeal to which he blamed himself and now he was looking for punishment. At first Katherine was a little perplexed by why he thought he could find it here because the intent of a domme/submissive relationship wasn't to be overtly physical, at least not with intent to hurt the submissive. Perhaps he just needed to serve, that made it seem a more probable reason in Katherine's mind.

"I see, yes that does make sense. I am so sorry that you've had to gone through such a thing. It just goes to show just how much the world doesn't know what really goes on in the military." Or how much the military covers up, but Katherine didn't voice that opinion. She had just finished her coffee and placed the empty cup back on the tray. "I suppose that we should get out of here, I'm surprised no one has come knocking on the door." It was a bit strange but then again, no one really cared one way or another about her.
 
Just as Katherine said that, that was exactly what happened. The door swung open and Mistress Helena walked in. She did a quick double-take when she saw Graeme and Mistress Katherine sitting on the couch together, but recovered quickly.

"Why, Graeme, what are you doing in here?" she asked, but there was a playful, seductive edge in her voice. "You know submissives aren't allowed in the female dominant's bathroom. You'll get into so much trouble!"

"I'm sorry," Mistress Helena," Graeme replied. "But with respect, ma'am, the club rules say we should go to the assistance of any dominant who seemed upset, and I thought Mistress Katherine needed me. And then she invited me to sit, Ma'am."

It would have been impossible to fault his actual words, which were totally respectful and well within the rules of how a dominant should be addressed, yet the defiant way he locked eyes with her showed he was far from cowed. If you couldn't hear what he was actually saying, you would have thought he was mocking her. Mistress Helena did pick this up, and blushed slightly, but could do nothing about it. Not to him, anyway.

"Yes, Graeme, I quite understand," she replied. "You did well. No, don't go. You've earned the right to sit a few minutes, after working so hard to please Mistress Katherine." She deliberately put a cynical edge in the word "Mistress" to suggest that she was using it only as a barely forced courtesy. "And since Mistress Katherine is too weak to ever attract a submissive of her own, it was very dutiful of you to offer yourself to assist her. I mean, she can't help being such a useless little idiot, can she?" She smiled. "When you are mine, I shall remember this service and possibly reward you."

Graeme felt his anger rise. Again, she was making the assumption that he would come crawling to her, begging to submit to her. And talking about Mistress Katherine as if she wasn't there, just to embarrass her. It was bullying, he felt, of the worst kind. Any other dominant, he knew, would have defended themselves, and it wasn't Mistress Katherine's fault she lacked the confidence to do so. He could see she was blushing at being so humiliated in front of a submissive.

"And for heavens sake, pull that damn skirt down, Katherine," Mistress Helena continued, as if speaking to a schoolgirl. "You're showing far too much leg. It's undignified. Especially for a woman as ugly as you!"

Graeme felt his eyes swing towards Mistress Katherine's legs. As Mistress Helena had pointed out, Mistress Katherine's skirt had ridden up again. Of course, other dominants wore skirts that were just as revealing, or more - Mistress Helena was simply trying to embarrass her even more.

He watched, to see how Mistress Katherine would deal with the situation.
 
When the door swung open and Katherine saw Helena, her heart went from being happy to sinking in her stomach. Only bad things were going to come from this encounter, Katherine was certain of it. At first, Helena addressed Graeme, telling him that it was inappropriate for him to be in here, but Graeme countered with a sound reason for having done so. A reason that Helena could not argue with because it was within the rules of a submissive. Katherine just sat there, not staring at either Helena or Graeme.

Katherine could hear it in Helena's tone who he was already mocking her. Then her words cut her to the quick, calling her weak and and idiot. Helena hadn't resorted to such name calling before and Katherine knew that it was just for show in the presence of Graeme because Helena wanted him for her own. Maybe she thought that if Helena asserted her dominance over Graeme, he would see it as a good thing and choose to be her submissive. Katherine still kept quiet, she wasn't going to stoop to Helena's level and shoot off at the mouth like she was doing. Helena only wanted to get a rise out of her and to upset her further and Katherine was doing her best not to show it.

It was working up until Helena shouted at her and ordered her to pull her skirt down. Katherine looked down at her lap, her tight pencil skirt had ridden up again, but it wasn't like she was showing all that much. There were certainly were other dommes that showed much more and on purpose. Katherine had had enough, something inside lit a fire under her ass. She stood up and glared at Helena, "Ugly?! How old are you? You're behaving like an errant child right now and to me, that's ugly!" Helena was taken back, never had Katherine stood up for herself before. It made her want Graeme all the more because if this was the effect that he had on her, then Helena didn't want Katherine having Graeme at all.

"You watch who you're speaking to!" Helena lashed back. Katherine scoffed, "I am, a world class bitch! God I should have said something so long ago!" Helena wasn't going to stand here anymore and get a taste of her own medicine so she walked off. Katherine watched as she won this little tiff and then turned around to look at Graeme, "I can't believe that just happened!" Katherine had a shocked look on her face.
 
"Well done, Mistress Katherine," Graeme said, as soon as Mistress Helena had left. In truth, he was genuinely admiring of the courage she had found. He knew that she was scared of Mistress Helena, and that she couldn't fight. He had often seen the other dominants insult and mock her, and watched her swallow the demeaning way they spoke to her. Now, he knew, Mistress Helena would step up the persecution, make her life at the club even worse.

And also at the back of his mind he was flattered. He knew that the dispute had really been about him. Both dominants were posturing to impress him. Mistress Helena had senses a rival, and set out to put Mistress Katherine in her place, She had obviously thought it would be easy, and the other's resistance had shaken her. He also fancied that at some deep, subconscious level, Mistress Katherine was also fighting for her rights, and had guessed she had a chance of his submitting to her.

"Yes, it was really well done," he continued. "She was way out of line, there, speaking to you like that in front of a submissive. And talking to me as if she already owned me. And she made a total fool of herself calling you ugly, when anyone can see you're so beautiful. And it wasn't your fault your skirt had ridden up. Anyway, you've got stunning legs, so why shouldn't you show them?"

And then remembering that saying that might have suggested he didn't recognize her status...

"Urm, I hope it's OK to say that, Mistress Katherine?"
 
She smiled at him as he congratulated her on a job well done. That had been a long time coming and it made her feel hopeful for once since having joined this club. Katherine was not entirely sure where that courage came from, but she wasn't going to question it, now she just needed to keep it up because she was certain that Helena wasn't going to bow out gracefully; no Helena was going to make it a lot more challenging for Katherine. In her mind, Katherine was shouting 'bring it on' but deep down she knew that she wasn't equipped to handle anything harsher than Helena chastising her for her attire. Katherine needed to find her inner bitch quickly.

Graeme seemed to think that Helena was out of line as well and that only boosted her confidence more. Katherine blushed slightly at his compliment of her beauty. Not that Katherine didn't think she was a beautiful girl, but hearing it from a gorgeous guy, well that just made her day. When he commented on her legs, Katherine looked down and adjusted her skirt again, 'yes well they should be nice, I run everyday!" Katherine was in great physical health, but didn't always flaunt it around; just knowing that she was healthy was good enough for her.

"It's quite alright Graeme, I appreciate all the compliments and your good company of course." She patted his shoulder lightly and pulled her hands back to her lap. "I'm sure Helena is downstairs spinning the story around to benefit her, I guess that it's my cue to leave." Since Katherine didn't have any submissives to attend to, she wasn't required to stay. She gestured for Graeme to stand with her, "thank you for the talk. I really needed it." Because he wasn't her submissive or anyone else's yet, she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. It wasn't against the rules, but a litle out of character for Katherine. Nevertheless, she wanted to do it to show her thanks.
 
There were a number of thought whirring through Graeme's head. A number of worries. Some of them were on Mistress Katherine's behalf, the others connected with himself.

As far as Mistress Katherine went, he was worried for her indeed. Sure, she'd won the brief skirmish with Mistress Helena, but he knew that wouldn't be the end of it. From this point, Mistress Helena would make her life a misery, tormenting and mocking her every chance she got. And poor Mistress Katherine was just not strong enough to deal with it.

But there was confusion in his own thoughts as well. He was far from a natural submissive, and had joined the club, he knew, as a kind of penance, out of guilt. Being a member meant that sooner or later he would have to offer his submission to one of the dominants. Though a number of them had shown obvious interest in him, Mistress Helena was the most persistent of them. It was obvious she wanted him, and wanted him badly. But his own feelings were much more ambiguous. Sure, Mistress Helena was pretty, in her tall, strong, Junoesque way, but somehow the thought of being hers did not appeal.

On the other hand, Mistress Katherine was... well, OK, she was hardly the strongest of dominants. If anything, his natural urge was to protect her rather than submit to her. But against that, he found himself totally captivated by her. her attempting to stand up to Mistress Helena when she was obviously scared of her, the shy way she had accepted his compliment, where other dominants would have arrogantly taken it as their due, her obvious charm and compassion.

"If I submit to anyone," he thought, "I'd sooner it be her!"

And when she shyly kissed his cheek - where other dominants would have pashed him like mad - it only made her seem even more attractive. Her shyness and nervousness were a powerful aphrodisiac!

"yes, I can see you exercise, Mistress Katherine," he replied. "I mean I... I tend to look at your legs a lot when we're in the club. Erm... maybe more than I should. And they truly are stunning," From any other dominant, this would have earned him, at best, a withering look for being too forward, at worst a whipping. Emboldened by the fact that she did not turn angrily on him, he held out a hand to prevent her leaving.

"Just a moment, Mistress Katherine, if I may," she said, respectfully. He lifted his hand and, with his index finger, wiped away a small smear of lipstick that had gotten onto her teeth. Then before she could react he went behind her and tugged down her jacket, which had rucked up into creases around her hips. "There we are. Can't have the prettiest dominant in the club going out in public being less than perfectly groomed, can we? And since you have no sub of your own... "

He let the obvious implications of his last sentence hang in the air as he followed her out, a respectful three paces behind.
 
Again he complimented her appearance and again, she smiled appreciatively at him. Graeme was quickly becoming her favorite person around here; not that it was hard because the list was almost non existent. She stopped when he held his hand out, half expecting him to kiss her, but of course, that's what she had playing in her head. She had to remember that he was the submissive here and wouldn't likely do something so bold like that, even if he didn't have a mistress yet.

She watched him step closer to her and wipe a smudge of something from her teeth and then stand behind her and straighten out her jacket for her. Katherine was genuinely surprised, but grateful. She blushed at his compliment and tried to keep eye contact, but had to look elsewhere because her cheeks felt hot. The last of his words caught her attention, it seemed that he was willing to be her sub, at least he acted like it. Katherine wanted to ask, but it was against the rules. The men were suppose to come to the women.

With another quick smile, she turned on her heels and walked out of the bathroom. Graeme walked behind her, keeping a polite pace back. Katherine got a few stares as she descended the stairs, but surprisingly they didn't bother her. "Katherine, I need a word with you." Helena came out of no where and firmly grabbed her arm, leading her over to another room. In this room were two other woman who held rank within the club. Apparently Katherine's little outburst earlier had warranted her a meeting with them. "We feel that you've had sufficient time to claim a submissive since you've joined and since you still haven't found one, we really don't see why you're still here." As far as Katherine knew, there wasn't a rule that stated a Domme needed to have a submissive to be in this club, but in a way, it was kind of pointless if you didn't have one.

Being confronted in such a way, drove Katherine's courage as far away from her as possible. She didn't even make eye contact with the women. "I guess I'll be going then," she simply stated and then turned around and left the room. On her way out, she found Graeme. She walked up to him and smiled, "looks like I'm out. I hope you find what you're looking for here." With a soft touch on the arm, she affectionately squeezed it and proceeded to walk toward the front door.
 
Graeme watched as Mistress Helena swooped down on Mistress Katherine, and virtually took her captive. Again, it struck him how no-one at the club ever took her seriously, or showed her any respect. There was no way any other dominant would put up with being treated that way - and, for that matter, nor would Mistress Helena have attempted to do so with any of the other women. He could see other members of the club, submissives and dominants alike, staring at her either with contempt or amusement. A few giggles erupted, making it obvious they were mocking her. And Mistress Katherine's body language made it obvious she was both afraid, and angry.

He deliberately hung around, not making any effort to mix with the other submissives. He felt that if any of them made any remarks about Mistress Katherine, he would probably turn on them and beat them within an inch of their lives.

When she emerged, she looked even more crushed and defeated. Like a whipped animal, too dispirited even to defend herself. Everything about her, the way she walked, her expression, showed she had been totally humiliated. The logical reaction to any other submissive, upon seeing a supposed dominant in such a position, would be to immediately dismiss them as a possible recipient for submission. No sub would demean themselves by begging ownership from someone so obviously weak and easily cowed. The only thing to do would be to ignore her from that point.

Yet, for Graeme, those were not the feelings that came to him. There was something about Mistress Katherine's helplessness and weakness that was somehow appealing. Like a damsel in distress that needed protecting. The fact that she had tried to establish herself as a dominant and failed somehow made that neediness even more attractive.

In short, he found her amazingly sexy.

She took his arm and told him of her dismissal. Exactly how Mistress Helena had the right to dismiss her puzzled him. Mistress Katherine had not broken any of the rules of the club. True, she had failed to attract a submissive, but that was not exactly illegal. Obviously she had been too weak to contradict the more confident dominant, even though she was in the right. A natural victim who everyone bullied.

"I hope you find what you're looking for here..." she said, wistfully.

"Well, I won't now, will I?" he snapped, enraged at how easily she was giving in. And then an impulse took hold of him. An anger, directed at Mistress Helena's arrogance, at Mistress Katherine for not standing up for herself, but most of all, at himself. Dominant she may have been, yet she was a woman, helpless and desperate. He should protect her.

Before he knew what he was doing, he had grabbed her arm, breaking every rule of the club for the behavior of submissives towards dominants, Right then, he didn't care. Let them kick him out if they chose. Like Mistress Helena before him, he forcibly marched Mistress Katherine towards one of the private cubicles set aside for the inhabitants of the club to play!

As soon as they were behind closed doors, he forced her away from him and rounded on her angrily.

"For fuck's sake," he growled. "Why do you let her push you around like that? She's got no right to treat you that way. You've done nothing wrong. Why don't you stand up for yourself?" He should not speak this way to a dominant, but he didn't care. "Don't you realize how much I want you? How I yearn to submit to you, be yours? It hurts me to see you act so weak! Why don't you be a woman, instead of a girl?"
 
Katherine was utterly surprised when Graeme snapped at her and then in shock when he grabbed a hold of her and led her to one of the private rooms. This was no behavior for a submissive and she was certain that just about everyone in the club had seen this. That was something that Graeme could be kicked out for. At first, Katherine didn't understand what he meant when he said that he wouldn't find what he's looking for here; she didn't even consider that it had something to do with her, that was until he berated her like an errant child.

In that lecture though, he told her that he wanted her and wanted to be hers. In the midst of her sadness, that bit of information gave her hope and raised her spirits, but she didn't like how he was talking to her, regardless of if he was a submissive or not. She didn't know why it bothered her, maybe it was because she liked him too and didn't want him speaking to her like Helena did. Before Katherine knew it, she slapped him across the face, quite hard actually. Then she grabbed his face and kissed him. These actions were not her own. Yes it was her that was making them, but they were so out of character for her, it was almost as if she was possessed.

When she pulled away, she was staring into his eyes, searching for the meaning in all this. Was he her key to her dominant side? What was it about him that gave her this confidence? She realized that though his words hurt, they were true. She needed to act like a woman and not a girl. "Though I agree with everything you just said, I don't appreciate you yelling at me! Don't do it again." Her tone was quite stern even if her voice was soft. "If you are submitting to me, then I have a reason to stay, so it that what you are doing?" Her eyes never left his; she was always taught to make direct eye contact with whom ever she was conversing with.
 
A slap. A kiss. Graeme was never, afterwards, able to separate those two actions of hers in his mind. And the pleasures he gained from both were multiple.

As a submissive, he knew that he had been out of line in berating Mistress Katherine. Having just been humiliated in front of the whole club, the last thing she needed was more of the same, and this time from a submissive, which was even more demeaning. He had acted rashly, impulsively, yet from a genuine regard for her. perhaps even love.

Therefore, he took two pleasures from the slap and the kiss. The first was an intellectual one, yet one of triumph. At last, at long last, Mistress Katherine had stood up for herself. True, it was nothing more dramatic than disciplining a submissive who, under club rules, totally deserved it. Hardly a huge achievement, since any other dominant at the club would have taken such an act in their stride.

Yet for Mistress Katherine, it was a gigantic step, and Graeme knew it. Finally, when pushed too far, she had shown she was not a total coward. There was, deep inside her, a spark of true confidence. And it was up to him to fan that spark.

The second pleasure was on a far basic level. For every submissive there is a link between pleasure and pain. The kiss, following as soon as it did upon the slap, linked the two things symbolically in his mind. Just as she was learning to be a dominant, he was learning, finally, to be a submissive. True, the slap was not hard, for Mistress Katherine was too weak and frail to cause actual pain. But as an act of defiance, it was a good first step.

And so, he returned the kiss, hard and passionate, gripping his hands around her rear, pulling up the tight skirt, and sliding his hands up along the rear of her legs. There was no way that she could resist, which risked adding further to her humiliation, for no submissive would dare take such a liberty with a mistress. Yet this, too, was a symbol. Like a newly knighted supplicant who is dubbed upon the cheek, and wherein it is made plain this is the last blow he may take in honor without returning it, so holding her, kissing her, dominating her with his passion - this was the last time he would ever do so.

Once he had broken off the kiss, he watched her face carefully. At her order not to repeat his actions, he dropped to one knee, the traditional club posture of those seeking forgiveness.

"Mistress Katherine, I apologize, totally and unreservedly for the liberty of speaking to you in that way. I have no excuse, but I do wish to point out that my anger was on your behalf, and sprung from my high regard for you. I accept any punishment you choose to allocate. I do, however, crave the favor that it will not cause you to look unfavorably upon my... upon my begging the honor of submitting to you, as soon as we emerge from here and I can do so, as etiquette demands, in full sight of the other members of the club."
 
Her eyes followed him as he went down on one knee. Something about this gesture made her heart swell. It sort of looked like he was going to propose marriage, though that was the farthest thing from either of their minds right now, or at least it should be. As he spoke, she kept eye contact and listened carefully to his words. He was asking for forgiveness for speaking out of turn and also that she won't look at him unfavorably when they come out of this room and he then asks to be her submissive in front of everyone. Katherine didn't care much for that custom in this club; that all potential subs had to have an audience when asking to submit. For Katherine and Graeme, it was going to be a big deal.

"I thank you for your apology and I accept it. Because it helped more than hurt, I will not punish you for your actions, but just give you a warning this time. Now please stand up." Her tone was calm and assertive, like a dominant's should be. "Before we go out there, I need you to know something. My intent if and when I did take a submissive, isn't to punish them. I will respect you as I expect you should do the same for me. Most of the other dommes like to make a scene of punishing their subs, but that it not a practice that I will follow. I just wanted you to know that, in case that's what you were looking for." It wasn't that Katherine wasn't ever going to punish her subs, but she wasn't going to make a meal out of every disciplinary act that she handed out.

With that all out of the way, Katherine fixed her skirt and checked her makeup in the mirror. Handing Graeme a tissue, she had him wipe his lips because he had her lipstick smudged on him. No one needed to know what went on in here between them, it was only Graeme and Katherine's business. She knew that Helena wouldn't be pleased about Katherine's change of heart about staying and even more so, about Graeme picking Katherine to be his mistress and not Helena's.
 
There was quite a scene in the main open room of the club, twenty minutes later. Mistress Helena had been holding court among a group of her cronies, boasting about how she had, once again, totally browbeaten and humiliated Katherine. "Honestly, she was like a little whipped dog," she laughed. "You could see she was fuming at the way I spoke to her, but she's too weak and helpless to do a single thing about it. I ordered her to either find herself at least one submissive straight away, or piss off out of the club and never come back."

Mistress Letitia, one of the hangers on, giggled. "As if that dweeb's ever going to attract any guy to submit to her," she laughed. "Never mind getting one tonight. Mistress Sarah and I saw her stalking away, with her eyes down on the floor, like some little girl whose just been told off by her school principal. I bet she - good grief. What's going on?"

The eyes of the group swiveled to the center of the floor where, watched by everyone present, Graeme, one of the club's most sought-after submissive, was kneeling before - of all people - Mistress Katherine!

"She doesn't look much like a little whipped dog to me," whispered Mistress Triana, one of the few dominants who wasn't scared of Mistress Helena.

Helena's mouth had fallen open in shock. This just could not be! She had made it plain to Graeme that she wanted him. And when she wanted a man, she got him. It was like a universal law. For him to ask anyone else at all for ownership was a violation of the natural order. And for it to be that useless, weak creature Katherine, of all people...

Yet, there was no doubt. The request for submission was actually happening.

"Mistress Katherine," said Graeme, in ringing tones, that echoed around the club. "I hereby, in front of everyone who chooses to observe, crave the boon and honor of presenting to you my single gift, that of my faithful submission. I beg you to look favorably upon my supplication."

It was the formula, as approved by the club rules, and its meaning was unmistakable.
 
Katherine was a little nervous to say the least when her and Graeme walked out of the private room and into the main hall of the house. even before Graeme knelt before Katherine, there were eyes on them. Before all this had happened, she was on her way out of this house, never to return again, but things had changed drastically in the span of a few minutes. Katherine took a calm breath and made eye contact with a few other woman; including Helena.

Helena was perplexed why Katherine was still here and it looked like she wasn't going anywhere. Already, Helena was thinking of other ways to get this girl to leave, but then a wave of small gasps fell over the crowd as Graeme started the submission proposal. Helena turned enraged, but didn't say a word. A few of Helena's entourage looked to her, like Katherine was committing the ultimate act of defiance by claiming a guy who Helena was so set on claiming for herself. They knew that Helena would not take this lightly.

Katherine stood before Graeme, looking down at his handsome face as he asked to be her submissive. She wanted to jump up and down for joy, but knew that that sort of behavior wasn't appropriate. hearing his choice of words, crave, just made her heart swell. She had heard other submissives say those same words, but it was entirely different for Katherine. Taking a moment to take everything in, she answered, "I do look favorably upon your supplication and do so accept your submission to me." She gave Graeme a small smile as she gestured for him to stand up and at her side.

As Katherine looked around the room, she saw a mixture of emotions; some were genuinely surprised and even a little happy for her but most looked at Graeme as an even lesser man now that he had chose Katherine. If and/or when Graeme was no longer Katherine's submissive, he would have a hard time finding another Domme because of Katherine reputation in the club. At this point, Helena wasn't even sure if she would want him.
 
Normally, the acceptance of a submission within the club was akin to the announcement of an engagement, or even a marriage, in the conventional vanilla world outside. Both dominant and submissive would be immediately surrounded by coo-ing, smiling dominants, and laughing submissives, offering their congratulations and wishes for the future.

It is true that some members of the club did approach Mistress Katherine and Graeme in this fashion. In some cases, their congratulations were obviously sincere and happy. Others were equally polite, yet in a puzzled way, as if not sure exactly how this submission had happened. Many looked at Graeme in a suspicious way, as if suspecting Mistress Katherine had bribed him to offer his devotion, or even Mistress Helena, as a prank, had somehow put him up to it. Others still hung back, regarding him with pity and hostility. Some of the dominants wanted him as their own, and resented his submitting to Katherine. Others looked at him with sympathy, suspecting that, perhaps, as a Brit, he had not been here long enough to recognize what a loser Mistress Katherine was, and would soon be disillusioned.

At this moment, one of the unattached submissives entered, with a trolley of drinks, and Graeme, along with the other owned submissives, approached it to fetch whatever their mistresses desired. Graeme held his head high, defiant, making it plain he'd defend his choice. One submissive, known as Tom, slapped him on the back, offering genuine congratulations, and then whispered in his ear that he could barely stop laughing at Mistress Helena's expression.

He returned with the appropriate drink and, as club rules required, served it on a small tray, kneeling on one knee, a respectful expression on his face.

"Your drink, beautiful Mistress," he said. The word "beautiful" was not mandatory in club rules. He had said it to show the club he was happy in his choice.
 
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