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The Possession {QuietSeductress and Alan23}

It was nice to see that some of the others in the club were accepting and came up to them both to offer their congratulations. Katherine accepted them all politely, but kept her eye on Helena. She wasn't sure what would happen now, but Katherine clearly established her place in this club and with any luck, her reputation would change to a more favorable one.

With the drinks being handed out, Graeme presented her with a elegant glass of champagne in the submissive stance, one one knee. Katherine nodded and accepted the drink, noting the way he addressed her. Clearly Graeme thought highly of her and that made Katherine incredibly happy and confident. The accepting Dommes, raised their glasses in a toast to her and together, everyone drank. The evening seemed to have made a turn for the better and Katherine was greatly relieved. She got asked a lot of questions about what she was going to do with Graeme now. Katherine didn't say much in response and it wasn't because she didn't know, it had more to do with the fact that she didn't want others knowing their business.

After a bit of mingling with the other Dommes and subs separately, Katherine and Graeme came together again. He stood by her side, close enough to touch, but not touching her. Katherine kept thinking about that heated kiss from before and the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to have it again. As the other Dommes and subs made their way to other rooms, so did Katherine and Graeme. She led him to the very same room they were in before.

"Close the door please," she told him as she went to have a seat on one of the couches. Smiling, she started to giggle a little. "Is it wrong of me to feel good that I got something that Helena so clearly wanted? I had never seen her go after a submissive as much as she tried with you. Of course I didn't see this unfolding in my favor, but I'm very happy that it had."
 
"As your submissive, Ma'am," replied Graeme, "I am bound to answer honestly. The existence or otherwise of Mistress Helene has nothing to do with this. It's true, I was offended by her assuming I was hers, as by right. Her arrogance offended me, since, submissive or not, I dislike being taken for granted, and she lacked respect. But even if she had never joined this club, my wish to submit to you is a thing apart."

He went down on one knee, took her hand.

"Mistress Katherine, from the first time I saw you, I admired your beauty and grace, and compassion. It is difficult for me, sometimes, to submit, for I have much to learn. That is why I avoided the obvious overtures of some of the other dominants. But when I saw you, I knew that for the first time, I wanted to overcome these inhibitions, in order to win you."

He smiled.

"Why, Mistress, you've gone all shy. Are you blushing? If you find compliments from your submissive disconcerting, you need only command. I am yours, to do with as you wish." Without being ordered, he took a hairbrush from the table in the room, went behind her, and began to tidy her hair, brushing it out with long, firm, loving strokes. "You do understand this, I trust, Mistress? I offered my gift to you because of choice. We won each other. Now, no-one can ever say you can't attract a submissive. And no-one can say I am lukewarm in my embracing of the club's ideals. No, Mistress, there is no shame in delighting in Mistress Helena's jealousy. She has publicly humiliated you many times, in this club. And called you names behind your back. Let her suffer the humiliation for once."

He continued brushing, getting her long red tresses arranged perfectly.

"May this one ask, Mistress, what you mean by saying this will not unfold in your favor? Are you frightened of Mistress Helena?"
 
Graeme had a point, now that he was hers, Helena had nothing to do with either of them. The only way that she could have him was if Katherine disposed of Graeme and he went asking to be Helena's submissive, but that was as unlikely as the heaven's opening up to rain down cats and dogs. Feeling more confident with all of this, she smiled sweetly at Graeme as he knelt before her and took her hand in his. His words were kind and sweet and indeed she found herself blushing a bit at them. Never had she felt so sought after by any man.

When he commented on her shyness, Katherine smiled brighter and batted her eye lashes at him. "No, I do not find compliments disconcerting, I'm only blushing because I'm not used to them, but they are indeed very nice." She made no move when he came around her and started to brush her hair. In fact, it was quite soothing and much needed after the day she had had. Graeme continued to talk about how they were each other's now and no one could say otherwise about it. Katherine reached her hand up to one of his arms and stroked it lovingly for a moment, "yes, I understand. Helena is getting her just desserts, let her enjoy them." Though Graeme wouldn't have been able to see, Katherine had a wicked smile on her face. Finally she had the upper hand.

When he asked her if she was afraid of Helena, Katherine calmly turned around and grabbed a hold of his hands, "I wouldn't say frightened, but intimidated, especially here since she has far more experience than I." She then tucked some hair behind her head. "I know that it's a part of the rules and all and it's fine to do it in front of the other submissives and Dommes, but when it's just you and I, I'd like for you to just call me Katherine." Katherine didn't care much for the "mistress" title, but knew that it was all a part of this lifestyle. "I am new to all this too, but you seem eager to please and something about you gives me the confidence, so I just want to say thank you for that." She then leaned in and softly kissed him on the lips.
 
Mistress Helene was fuming.

It was not, especially, that she wanted Graeme for her own. True, he was good looking, intelligent and strong, but there were other submissives with those qualities in the club. It was more that, though she had made an obvious overture to him, he had failed to accept it. Had he preferred one of the other strong dominants it would have been bad enough - but to be cut out by Katherine, of all people. Why, the woman was a total weakling. Any other dominant could insult her with total impunity, mock her and humiliate her, and the only reaction they'd get would be a blush, and a slinking away. She had proved it many times.

All the time Katherine had failed to attract any followers, Helena could console herself that while Katherine was, technically, a member, she was not really a full part of the club. Now that she had Graeme, it had legitimized her standing. Which would make the club a laughing stock, to have someone s weak as that. And that was what made her angry. The problem was, she could not do anything about it. As a fully paid up member, and now with a submissive of her own, Katherine was totally ensconced within the club.

There was only one revenge possible, now. She would revile and humiliate "Mistress" Katherine, in full view of her submissive, every chance she got. Graeme would soon see what a weakling he had for a Mistress, and how his own status would suffer. Within a few weeks, she was sure, he'd be begging her to get him released from his submission to Katherine, and be allowed to transfer over as one of her followers. Would she agree to it, she wondered. Hmm, it depended on how hard he begged.

She strode into the private room, where Katherine had taken Graeme. This was normally taboo, but no-one bothered with the rules where Mistress Katherine was concerned. She'd be too scared to say anything. As she entered, she saw the two of them locked in a deep embrace, kissing softly.

"If you don't mind, Katherine," she growled, "the formal part of the meeting's about to start. Are you going to stop making a fool of yourself in here, with your pathetic attempts to seduce this submissive, and get out there, or do I have to drag you by that ridiculous hair of yours?"

It was the way no dominant should ever speak to another, especially in the sight of her submissive. No-one else would stand for it. But Graeme knew that his mistress did not yet have the confidence to stand up to herself. He looked at her, waiting for her response to the rude greeting.
 
When Helena made her presence known, Katherine locked eyes on her, but didn't move an inch from Graeme. She remained quiet as Helena berated her in front of her submissive. Something about now having a submissive, about having Graeme there to give her the confidence, had Katherine not cowering away from Helena's idle threats. She let the woman speak and then slowly rose to her feet. It seemed that Helena was going to have her way, but Katherine had other plans.

She looked at the time, the formal meetings started at seven and it was six fifty pm. "I know the rules Helena, the meeting doesn't start for another ten minutes. I've never been late to a meeting so I'll be there. Now if you could just leave me and Graeme be, I'd appreciate it. Barging into a private room is such a lowly act, I'm surprised you're displaying such behavior Helena?" Katherine hadn't prepared that, it just came off the top of her head and it sounded so good. She was polite, but also a little smart with Helena; giving her a taste of her own medicine.

Helena huffed, then turned on her heels and closing the door behind her. Her attempts of making nasty remarks about Katherine's demeanor and appearance didn't seem to affect her and that greatly bothered Helena. She was definitely going to have to up her game. Katherine, who was usually so meager and weak minded now was coming into her own and presenting a problem to Helena and she just couldn't have that.

With Helena gone, Katherine retook her seat beside Graeme. She grabbed the brush from his hands, "I don't think she's too happy with me and frankly, I don't much care. I feel completely liberated, I didn't even know that I could have stood up to her like that and had her react in such a way." She of course knew that it was all Graeme's doing. If it were not for him coming into the bathroom and talking with her, Katherine would have been gone from this club for good.
 
Though he was no longer holding the brush, Graeme continued to stroke Katherine's hair. He knew he needed to calm her, for it had not been easy for her to deal with Helena. He knew that since he was now dedicated to her well-being, he could not avoid totally honesty - yet he also needed to make sure her self esteem did not suffer.

And when dealing with Mistress Katherine, that was a tricky balancing act.

"Mistress," he said, picking his words carefully, "Since I am now yours, I'm constrained to speak freely. I know it may be humiliating for you to hear this openly, but Mistress Helena is much stronger than you. And I know she's angry at you, for, as she sees it, stealing me from her, and then standing up to her. She'll do all she can to belittle you, and make you look a fool.

"We need to work out how we can deal with that."

He wondered if he had gone too far. For a dominant to hear from her own submissive that she was known to be weak must have been mortifying for her, and she had the option, he knew, of punishing him. He knew his mistress lacked confidence and poise, when dealing with the more confident women. He was fast realizing that submitting to her would be a challange that few other submissives in his position had faced.

But against that, looking at her beauty, he knew she was worth it. He fell silent, waiting for her to speak.
 
Katherine listened intently to what he had to say. It wasn't like a submissive to speak this way to his Domme, but for some reason, Katherine appreciated Graeme's honesty. He was right, even if it was hard for her to hear, but Helena was a lot stronger and more tenacious. She wasn't likely to back down just because Katherine stood up to her the one time. Katherine started to regret having even said anything because Helena was sure to come after her with a vengeance.

"Am I in way over my head in all this? I thought I was cut out for this. I have no trouble in the business world being aggressive." Katherine was at a loss and she was now looking to her submissive for guidance. She turned to look at him, "why did you pick me? You are obviously well sought after. I hope you don't pity me. I can't have that, not from you!" She quickly got up and went to stand over by the window. Katherine was a mixture of emotions with anger being at the top.
 
Katherine's suggestion that he pitied her came as a shock to Graeme. He had always felt that only those totally defeated by life needed such thing. Even at his darkest moments, he had always dreaded receiving it. And if his mistress now felt her own submissive felt that way...

Yet, he had to admit, he had not chosen her the way most submissives chose their dominant. Katherine was not physically strong like many dominant women, nor could she make up for her physical frailty with confidence and bravado. Outside of her professional life, she was a shy, timid woman, the kind of natural victims that other woman instinctively dismiss as no threat, and the crueler among whom (like Helena) delighted in humiliating in order to foster their own reputation.

He went and stood behind her, pressing against her, holding his arms protectively around her body.

"I chose you, Mistress, as soon as I saw you. As soon as I laid my eyes on you, it struck me I had never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. I knew immediately that it was you I wanted. When the other submissives told me that people thought you were a joke, and a coward, it didn't matter. Mistress, after where I've been in my life, what I've seen, I can be strong enough for both of us."

He thought for a moment.

"Yes, Mistress Helena knows you're frightened of her, and can't stand up to her. I guess you are in things a bit deep, right now. I have to speak honestly, and say she's jealous because I chose you and not her."

He put his lips to her ears and whispered gently.

"What we need to do is to prove to the other dominants that you can be just as tough as they are. When we're in public, you have to be totally strict with me, ride me really hard. We have to convince them that inside, you are as touch as steel, and that I go in fear of you. You'll be like an actress, playing a role... do you think you can do that?"
 
Feeling him instantly at her side, holding her, calmed her down. She sighed and leaned back against him. She stared out the window as Graeme explained how and why he chose her. It made Katherine feel so special. That in the midst of all this dominant woman, she was still one of a kind. She realized that she needed this, that she needed Graeme in her life. It was no coincidence that he just so happened to join this club on the day that she was set to leave it for good; it was fate and Katherine knew not to go against fate.

He had come up with a good idea to make her presence known to the other Dommes. Katherine would need to act. She felt that she could do that from tirelessly watching all the other Dommes with their submissives. She knew how a sub was suppose to act and what was to be punished. Katherine wasn't ever going to be a natural dominant with social relationships, but she could act like she was one.

Turning in his arms, she smiled at him. "I don't want you to fear me, but yes I understand what you're saying. I need to play the part when I'm here. I think I can do that." Katherine let out a relieving sigh. "Okay, let's do this. Now go and open the door for me," she spoke clear and confidently.

When she walked out, Katherine caught a few eyes from the crowd. One of the Dommes ventured over to her and wanted to chat. Katherine snapped her fingers, ordering Graeme to come to her, "Myself and Mistress Viviene would like something to drink," Katherine shot a glance toward Graeme, indicating that he should get a move on it. Katherine was seemingly doing well with her new role. Even Mistress Viviene was impressed.
 
Having served in the armed forces, Graeme was used to obeying orders immediately and unquestionably. There had been times when his own life, and those of others, had depended upon it. This, he realized, was the same type of situation. Mistress Katherine's life didn't depend upon it, bet her reputation certainly did.

Therefore, he snapped into action immediately, snapping off a quick "Yes Ma'am," and scuttling towards the drinks trolley.

He returned, carrying a silver salver, on which stood an ice bucket in which stood a dew-bedecked bottle of a top[ quality Moselle, which he knew was Mistress Viviene's favorite wine. Aside the ice bucket were two long-stemmed glasses, and a vase in which stood a single white rose. Graeme knelt on one knee between the two dominants, his body turned slightly towards Mistress Viviene, a completely blank expression upon his face. Perfectly by the book of the club's rules, to the extent that even some other submissives turned to watch, and he heard at least one dominant's voice say to her submissive "see, Samuel, that's the way it should be done."

He held himself perfectly rigid. He would not relax until both dominants had taken their glasses.

Mistress Helena watched from across the room. "To think - that should have been mine!" she whispered under her breath. "By all rights, he should be mine. Am I not one of the strongest, most dominant women in the club? Am I not one of the most senior?" She thought for a moment. "Well, this isn't over. By the time I've finished totally wrecking the reputation of that weak, cowardly little dweeb... he will be!"
 
Katherine was quite impressed with Graeme's behavior, but she acted like it was custom and expected for a sub to act this way; which it most certainly was. Mistress Viviene took her glass and Katherine took hers. Without looking at Graeme, she excused him, "that is all Graeme," then she went back to chatting with Viviene. Viviene was so enthralled with this new behavior of Katherine's and so were a few of the other Dommes. Graeme seemed to have responded quite well and the other Dommes were trying to get advice from Katherine.

"Well seeing everyone's interactions, I was able to pick up a few things and then also add in a few other techniques." Katherine quite enjoyed the attention from the other Dommes, she really felt like a part of the group. She wondered just what Helena was thinking about all this, but Katherine didn't want to even look her way, so she didn't.

Helena was getting angrier and angrier and while she watched Katherine get all this attention, she came up with a plan to prove that Katherine wasn't the Domme that she was seemingly portraying to be in front of everyone. Helena made her way over to the kitchen and on her way, she bumped into Graeme on purpose, "agh, watch where you're going you fool! I think you need to be taught a lesson!" Helena then grabbed Graeme by the arm and dragged him over to Helena. "Mistress Katherine, your sub here did not move out of my way and almost made me spill my drink. what are you going to do about it?" Katherine was seething under her calm demeanor. Without moving her gaze from Helena, she spoke, "I suppose he's to be punished, he should know better to move out of your way." Helena smiled wickedly "he should be flogged five times, right in front of everyone!"

Katherine's heart leaped into her throat, she thought she would just punish him in private, but she knew that this was a test so she had to go through with it. "So he shall be. Graeme, fetch the flogger now." Again, she didn't bother to look at him. The floor was cleared as Katherine stood in the middle, waiting for Graeme. With the flogger now in hand, she turned her attention to him. "Remove your shirt and turn away from me." She kept a straight face the entire time.

"You are being publicly punished for your neglectfulness and impoliteness that you showed to Mistress Helena. You are also being punished for embarrassing me." Katherine knew that it was all false, that Helena somehow got Graeme into this trouble, but Katherine couldn't prove it. She started in on the flogging. She put all her strength into each whip and after about seven slashes, his back was quite red and marked.

Katherine dropped the flogger next to him, "now take care of this." She then walked off into another room. When she was sure no one was looking at her, she took a huge breath of air. She hated doing that and she couldn't imagine how Graeme was feeling about all this.
 
Graeme was no professional actor, and at first he was worried how well he would play the role. Certainly, his tolerance for pain was higher than anyone else he had met, and he possessed the ability, had he so wished, to bear the punishment without flinching. And in any case, even though she was obviously trying hard, she was not nearly strong enough to cause serious pain.

But this was not a time, he knew, to show how well he could bear pain. It was a time to show how well his mistress could administer it. Therefore, he had to actually force himself to flinch, and at one point to hiss loudly, as if stifling the urge to cry out. He could see this had impressed many of the observers, and some of the submissives actually winced sympathetically.

When she had finished, and dropped the flogger, as if it (and he) no longer existed, he had to exert every ounce of his will power noy to smile inside. Mistress Katherine might not yet be the part, but she was at least beginning to look it - at least in the way that, once she had chosen her course, she carried it off with such aplomb. He watched her walk away, her glorious ass twitching, a sight so gorgeous, so lust-making, that it almost counteracted the pain.

After a decent interval, during which he waited, on all fours, with his head bowed until his mistress had left the room, he stood up, feigning agony, rubbed his back and picked up the discarded flogger, carrying it to the sinks in the room next to the subnissives washroom, put there for the purpose for which he was about to use it. He carefully washed the flogger, disinfected it thoroughly, and when he was sure it was squeaky clean, fake-limped to the club secretary.

"Please enter, one flogging, performed by MIstress Katherine, upon her boy Graeme," he said, forcing humility into his voice. "Punishment was incurred by being rude to Mistress Helena, and failing to get out of her way. Submissive regards the pain as entirely warranted and deserved."

This was the formula demanded by club etiquette, and he had fulfilled it perfectly. But it was not the end of the matter as far as he was concerned. Many of the other dominants, he knew, would regard his mistress as having passed an important test this night. Others - and among them, those that truly commanded respect - might feel differently. But that was for when he and his mistress were alone and in private.
 
Once Katherine's nerves were calmed, she joined the rest of the club. She knew that the flogging was just the tip of the iceberg for her and Graeme. Most of the other Dommes were glad to see Katherine finally acting like a part of this group, but there were others that didn't think too much about it; anyone could flog someone while others watched, it wasn't a big deal. As she walked into the main parlor, her eyes scanned for Graeme, but she didn't look too long because she caught a glimpse of Helena.

"Well well, wasn't that impressive! Who knew that shy little Katherine had it in her?" Helena mused. Katherine kept a straight face, "well he deserved it and as his dominant, it was my responsibility to see that he was rightfully punished." Katherine left it at that as she made her way over to the kitchen for a glass of water. She was glad that there wasn't anyone else in the kitchen because she just needed some time to herself. She wondered where Graeme was though and if he was looking for her. Katherine wanted to find out how he thought she did and if that's what he meant by her acting the part.
 
It was about ten minutes later when Graeme entered the kitchen. He stood humbly at the door, and waited until she noticed him. When she did, he waited until she granted permission to shut the door.

And the second they were guaranteed privacy, he rounded upon her, his eyes blazing:

"So that's how it's to be, is it?" he hissed, his teeth bared. "It isn't you who decides I'm to be punished, it's her!" He advanced upon her, grabbed her wrists, and forced her against the wall. "Did you even bother to find out if what that bitch was telling you was true? Am I your submissive, or hers? Or are you her bloody submissive, so she orders and you jump?" He was shaking with anger, and holding her so tight there was no way she would be able to escape his grip. "Let me tell you Mistress, I'm YOURS, and YOU can flog me whenever YOU choose. But I never fucking signed up for it to happen when SHE orders you to. It's bad enough you're scared of her, but now she knows you're too frightened even to make your own decisions about my discipline. I never signed up for that."

He forced her from him, and stepped back. Opened his fingers a half inch.

"What she did was a violation of the rules of the club, designed to protect submissives. Discipline of an owned submissive is the responsibility, domain and decision of their own mistress only. Mistress, right now I'm THAT close to calling you on that breach of rules, and getting this contract annulled."

He fell silent, glaring at her, awaiting her reply.
 
When Graeme came into the kitchen, Katherine felt relieved, but that quickly vanished when she saw his eyes blazing. She was completely taken by surprise when he grabbed her and pinned her against the wall. Katherine's first reaction was to look away and cower, but she made herself look at him. Her heart was racing as he berated her and told her that what she did was in fact against the rules and that it proved nothing to him about her being a worthy Domme.

The more that he held her in that submissive state, the angrier she got. She was mad at Helena for causing all this, she was mad at herself for not seeing this sort of implication and she was mad at Graeme for thinking that he could talk to her like this. When he pulled back and released his grip on her a little, Katherine tore her hands away from him, "yes it is my responsibility to punish you and I should've look more closely into the accusation, but I couldn't very well back down. You know how Helena would've treated the situation!" It was her turn to yell at him.

"You have no right to talk to me like this! If you had an issue, I'd expect you to come to me calmly and not verbally berate me." She then raised her hand and slapped him twice on the face. It was hard enough to sting her hand and leave a red mark on his cheek. "For now, I'm still your Domme and you WILL treat me with respect!" Katherine pushed past him and stormed out of the kitchen.

She found an empty room and hid in there. She felt like she had lost Graeme and that hurt. It was also solidifying the fact of just how out of place she was in this club.
 
The stings hurt, if only slightly. But it was a beautiful pain.

Graeme wondered if his mistress actually knew just why he'd allowed his anger to control him in the situation. He had, indeed, been genuinely outraged at her taking orders from Mistress Helene. The latter, after all, was not his owner, and had no right to dictate to Katherine how she might treat her submissive.

But this rage, he could have mastered, and under other circumstances might well have done. Unless...

Unless it was useful to do otherwise.

When Mistress Katherine had slapped him, it was by her own choice. Not because of what other dominants might think of her, not to impress anyone, not at the orders of Mistress Helene. He had overstepped the mark between owned and owner, and she had responded exactly as a dominant should. By not suffering herself to be treated that way, by asserting her authority. She had not so much put Graeme in his place, as herself in hers. She had passed her first test.

He went to the bathroom, and checked his face. As expected, there was no mark, once the redness left by her hand had faded, for his mistress was not especially strong, and (he grinned as he thought of it) her hand probably hurt more than his face did. But he made a mental note that if she ever slapped him in public, he'd make damn sure that no-one else would ever know that. He'd act as if he were in agony, even fake tears if he could find some way to do so.

But for now, he had another duty to perform.

He returned to the kitchen, and made coffee. A silver pot, cream, sugar, a bone china cup on a saucer, a small vase with a single flower. Over the pot went a cosy, such as the British use to keep tea warm, for he had no idea how long he need wait.

And then he waited outside the empty room, on all fours, his head down, in subjugation. No other mistress, even Helena, he knew, would dare interfere in the matter, and he could stay there all night, if his mistress so chose. He waited, outside the room, waiting until the women he loved, his mistress, had composed herself enough to emerge. And when she did, she would find coffee waiting, served immaculately.

They both had, this night, passed a test.
 
Katherine was in that room, pouting and trying to figure out how all this had gone wrong. She was set to just let Graeme annul the contract and then leave this club for good, but then something in the back of her mind came to the forefront. What if this was another test? What if Graeme's anger at her on purpose to get a rise out of Katherine? It worked, she had slapped him harder than she had ever slapped anyone before. She looked at the palm of her hand, it buzzed with a stinging sensation. She closed her hand in a fist and then released the tension.

Even if all this was a test, she didn't like it. She was riding an emotional roller coaster and she didn't know when the ride was going to end. When Graeme submitted to her, Katherine had thought it was the end of her feeling so low and worthless. She thought that she could finally feel like she fit in with these women. After the episode in the kitchen, those hopes were nearly dashed.

Feeling a little less melancholy and a little more snide, she got up from her chair and set out to find Graeme. She didn't have to look far as she opened the door to see him on all fours with a tray of coffee. It was clearly a sign of complete submission. Katherine stood there a moment and just looked at the scene that was presented. She wondered how long he'd stay like that, but she had already knew the answer to it.

"Get up. Bring the tray in with you," she stated in a low resolved tone before heading back into the room. Once Graeme obeyed, Katherine felt slightly relieved that he didn't follow through with his threat of annulling their contract. She took a seat at the small table set near the window. Even with her emotions all over the place, she still looked immaculate and put together; that came from her years of experience in the business world. She had to look presentable and in charge even if she wasn't.

Her gaze went from the window to Graeme's face, "don't bother with the coffee, I don't want any." That was part of his punishment; that he had gone through the work of getting it all set up only to be told that it was for nothing. "I suppose that charade in the kitchen was some sort of test, yes? Well I didn't like it, not one bit! You scared me and not because you were yelling or were forceful, but because you threatened to leave me!" She took a look at the well set tray of coffee, it really was done nicely. She quickly shook her head, trying to keep on track with her thoughts. She then got up and stood before him. She placed her finger under his chin and brought his gaze up to hers. "You have every right as a submissive to choose to stay or leave. If you choose to stay, don't ever threaten me like that again. Are we clear?" Her eyes shone with strength. Katherine would eventually come to thank Graeme for what he did, but right now she was just hurt.
 
At his Mistress' instructions not to bother with the coffee, he responded simply with the phrase "Very good, Mistress." Having received no further instructions, he stood put. As a soldier who had stood to attention in the hot Afghan sun, this was no challenge whatsoever. He stood, and listened to what she said, and waited until she had finished before replying.

"Yes, Madam. It was a test. But it was no charade." He gave a small, half smile. "A power exchange contract, as you know, specifies that the submissive may never lie to his dominant. I would construe faking anger as a lie. If ever you see me angry, Mistress, it'll be because I AM angry. I was angry, in this case, at Mistress Helena for intimidating you, but inside the walls of this club, I couldn't show it to her without causing you humiliation.

"And I was angry at you, for letting her treat you that way. What I said, Mistress, I meant. It is for you, and you only, to determine if I am punished, and to what extent. And yes, I was very close to breaking our contract. It would have torn me apart, but I would have done it. And, as your submissive, it's my duty to inform you of that. I make the point, Mistress, that this is not a threat. It is a statement of fact.

"But I will tell you this, Mistress. I love you, and I will never leave you for punishing me through your own choice. I will discharge the contract that we made, out of my love and devotion for she whom I consider the most beautiful Mistress in this club. And I regard that duty as a privilege."

He dropped his head, clasped his hands in front of him.

"I await further instructions, Mistress."
 
When Graeme started to explain his reasons, Katherine started to feel a little less angry and hurt. She now understood why he had done that. She also knew that they was no other option to get that point across. She had done wrong by him in letting Mistress Helena take over a situation that wasn't any of her business and to further add salt to the wound, Katherine went ahead with it. Idly she wondered if Helena was rejoicing over this or if she even figure out exactly what she had done. On the surface, her actions were to just catch Katherine off guard, hoping that she'd back down from punishing Graeme.

Graeme had every right to be angry with her. Maybe he didn't have to express it in such the way he did, but Katherine got his point loud and clear. What he said next caught her completely off guard. She even took a step back and let a little gasp come out of her mouth. Contractually, he wasn't required to love her. In fact, it was the opposite of what was stated in the rules of the club. These contracts with Dommes and submissives were by no means intimate. The relationship between a dominant and a submissive in the context of this club where expressed platonically. Sure, it was possible for two people to develop feelings for one another, but mostly, it was a simple relationship similar to a professional one.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped closer to him and grabbed his clasped hands, "look at me Graeme." She simply stated. When his eyes met hers, Katherine could see that his words were genuine. "When we are alone like this, please call me Katherine. Mistress is fine when there are others around, but I like hearing you use my name." She gave him a smile as she gently rubbed her thumbs over his knuckles. The more that she looked at his handsome face, the more that she wanted to kiss him. At first she hesitated, but then she told herself that he was hers and that she could kiss him if she wanted. Without much notice, she let go of his hands and brought hers up to his face to hold while her lips pressed against his.
 
"Then, 'Katherine,' it shall - " Graeme replied, but he was unable to finish his sentence, for her lips were locked onto his as she held his face, an endearing, passionate kiss, full of longing and need. He could feel her body pressing against his, her by no means large, but exquisitely firm breasts pushing against his chest, her lovely, curvy body so close he felt weak at the knees, the scent of her perfume overpowering his psyche. The fact that he had, as her submissive, no choice but to submit to her kissing him was an irrelevance. It was exactly and completely what he wished to do, had wished ever since he had first seen her. That she had overcome her obvious shyness to perform the act so spontaneously had the effect of doubling his already high pitch of lust.

Graeme had been kissed many times, by dominant women, submissive women, and those in between. There was more surrender than conquest in her kiss - she kissed, in fact, like a submissive - and this, in contrast to the fact that she was, officially, the dominant member of the pair contrived to form a paradox in his mind, a dynamic ying/yan that was a balm to his jaded senses. It was like seeing a virgin unclothed, this mixture between her wantonness and her shyness. He returned the kiss, letting her feel his own need, knowing that she would, due to their physical closeness, know the effect she was having upon his sex. One thing was for sure, she would know he certainly wasn't faking it.

Due to the difference in their height, Katherine had been forced to stand on tiptoe to reach his lips, which had had the effect of pulling her blouse out of the waist of her skirt, so that when his muscular arms encircled her and his large hands pressed upon her back to draw her even closer, they encountered bare flesh, which sent a jolt of electricity through his psyche. He could see deep into her large, blue, slightly frightened eyes. The urge to protect her, cherish her, became even stronger.

His lips still locked upon hers, he slid his hands down, till they gripped her tight skirt, which he began to work upwards, until he could slip his hands under the hem, running his hands up along the rear of her hose-clad thighs, cupping them around her buttocks. It was a moot point if a submissive should take such liberties with his dominant without being so ordered... there were no actual rules against such things, yet many Mistresses regarded such intimacies as taking undue liberties.

"Oh, Mistress Katherine, I - oops!"

Over her shoulder, Graeme perceived the plump, blond figure of Mistress Sian, one of the long-serving members of the club. She stood there in her leather corset and boots, biting her lip, embarrassed at having interrupted the events taking place in a private room.

It was, indeed, a somewhat awkward situation. Interrupting any private affair between a Dominant and her submissive was a bad faux pas, akin to accidentally catching a couple making love in vanilla life! Particularly as, by now, Mistress Katherine's skirt had become rucked up around her waist, her blouse was untucked and her beautiful long red tresses were awry, in direct contrast to the public dignity that one usually associated with a dominant!

Graeme decided to await his cue. If his Mistress broke off the embrace, so be it. If she chose to ignore the interloper, that too was her call.
 
The moment that Katherine's lips touched Graeme's, she felt all her emotional baggage fall away. She didn't and couldn't care about anything else right now for the feeling of his lips against hers was so divine that if she died that very instant, she'd be a happy woman. Her hands softly traced his chiseled jawline; feeling the light stubble that was coming through. Katherine yearned to drag her tongue across it, but for now, her lips were glued to his. She felt liberated now that she could just be like this with Graeme. Katherine was a shy sort of person, but that really only pertain to large socially situations. When she was on a one on one level with someone she knew, all her inhibitions were set aside and she was just allowed to be herself. This was why she really liked Graeme; he allowed her to just be herself. Knowing that she had a harder time getting through to her dominant side, he was there to help nurture it. Their relationship was going to be a lot different than a typical Domme/sub relationship that most of the the women in this club were accustomed to.

As the kiss went on, so did the passion. Katherine's hands started to roam Graeme's body. They made their way down to his muscular arms and then over to his chest. His warmth consumed her like fire and she was perfectly content to be burned by it. As his hands began to trail down her body, Katherine got chills and felt herself leaning more into him. That touch of his bare skin to hers was electric; there really was no other way to describe it. Perhaps it was a bit taboo of things to be getting so intense on their first day as a pair, but it all felt right. Nothing about this felt forced; it was like Graeme was meant to be hers and Katherine was meant to be his.

She gasped into his mouth as her skirt was lifted and his hands were placed on her butt. He was being quite forward, but that's what Katherine wanted. Their was this connection between the two of them; neither really had to instruct or say much of anything to know what the other really wanted or needed. Though Katherine was the dominant in this coupling, she didn't mind that Graeme took the initiative; deep down, it was what she was craving.

When Graeme gaze pulled away to behind Katherine, she turned her head around to see Sian at the door, just staring at what was going on. Like an obedient submissive, Graeme waited for direction from Katherine. For some reason, Katherine didn't get too concerned that her rear was exposed and that Sian had intruded upon their personal space. She turned back toward Graeme, "will you see Mistress Sian out please and then lock the door. I don't want to be interrupted again," she shot a glare at Sian as she said that last part.

Katherine made no attempt to fix her appearance. She just stood their and watched Graeme obey orders. When Sian was escorted out and the door was locked behind her, Katherine watched Graeme walk back to her. He was the epitome of handsome and Katherine was extremely attracted to him. She reached out and grabbed the open collar of his shirt, "now where were we?" She whispered against his lips.
 
Graeme winked to Mistress Sian as he politely escorted her out. Though her embarrassment was obvious, the urbane way in which he reacted had gone some way towards saving the situation. That he had acted on his own initiative was a fact he'd keep to himself. As far as it looked, he was a perfectly trained submissive, who had been instructed by his mistress exactly what to do in such situations. All the more impressive, for having become her boy only this evening.

What Graeme should have done at that point was to ask permission to continue, ascertain his mistress' wishes. But theirs, he knew, was no ordinary dom/sub relationship. Expecting her to control such a situation would be too much to load on Mistress Katherine's fragile psyche at this stage. The only way she could build on her good work, and appear as a strong, in-control dominant in public... was when she was secure in the knowledge that behind the scenes he was protecting and guiding her.

So, without asking her permission, he simply pulled off his shirt over his head, taking his tie with it, while kicking off both his shoes. He was bare-chested, standing before her, the tattoo of the 5th Hussars on his left pec, a firmly-muscled man, with a broad torso lightly dusted with fine golden hairs, and now, for he was not entirely an automaton, also lightly filed with sweat from his desire for her.

He locked his lips back onto hers, Forced her arms down to her sides, in order to facilitate the removal of her jacket. Not caring about any protest she might have made, he then fumbled for the clip of her skirt, unzipped it, and let it fall into a pool down around her ankles. It is a fact that while a topless woman looks sexually predatory, one fully dressed on her upper half but with bare legs looks vulnerable and slightly comical, and though this was true for Mistress Katherine it also gave her a sweet sexiness that was perfectly attuned to her nature.

He pulled her towards him dry-fucking her through the layers of material, his boxers and pants, her pantyhose and panties, letting her desire build.
 
As Katherine stood there in front of him, she eyed his gorgeous chest. He was so sexy with the way his chest heaved as he looked at her. Katherine may not had been the most experienced when it came to matters of the opposite sex, but she knew that Graeme wanted her just as much as she wanted him. She wouldn't have been able to resist him even if she tried. She knew that he was what she was needing in this god forsaken place. Graeme was more than her sub, he was her lover, her guide; he was hers.

With their lips locked, she tasted the sweet bliss that was his tongue. She ran her tongue over his and invaded his mouth. She felt completely at ease, yet so driven with want at the same time. Graeme had pulled her hands from his shirt and placed them at her sides in order to remove her jacket. He was the dominant one now and Katherine submissively followed his wants. In a way, this wasn't a complete power shift because Katherine wanted this too. She would have ordered him to be more assertive with her if he hadn't taken the initiative. Feeling her skirt become undone and then falling to her ankles, her skin shivered at the change in temperature. She felt exposed so utterly wanton. She wanted Graeme's hands all over her and while she could order him to do so, she was also content with letting him continue his own path.

Katherine wasn't disappointed either. As Graeme pulled her closer and started to grind himself against her body, Katherine let a series of moans escape her lips and echo into his mouth. Her hands came up to his strong shoulders as she pulled herself closer; pressing her breasts against his chest. Her desire for him was quadrupled since their first kiss. Every fiber of her being wanted him; not just sexually either. She wanted him in every way. He was what gave her strength and confidence to become comfortable in her own skin. He was showing her that there was nothing lacking or unworthy about her. She felt that to him, she was nearly perfection.
 
(did you notice the hilarious typo in your post above :^) )

Graeme knew that at that point, had he chosen, he could have used Katherine totally, like a dominant male might use a submissive girl, or a trick use a whore. He could have slaked his own pleasure entirely, totally disregarded her needs, made her into simply a doll for his own gratification. Even leaving aside his far greater physical strength, he knew that his own personality was so much stronger than hers that he could easily overwhelm her, treat her however he wished. The obvious need and longing that her response revealed showed that.And he had used far stronger women than her this way, in the past.

But this was different. Different entirely. For as he kissed her, so hard that they both tasted blood on their lips, the message conveyed by his actions was not "Power has shifted. You are mine, whatever our official status." Such a message could only have humiliated his mistress more, broken her spirit and confidence, rendered her mentally helpless. It would have been easy to do, and not without a certain egotistical pleasure. But this was not his game.

In fact, as he broke off the kisses, and lowered himself to his knees in front of her, his every action spoke of the opposite desire. As he gently rolled down the elasticated waistbands of her panties and pantyhose, as he rained a series of kisses and small bites down her now bare legs, as he took her hand to help her step out of the skirt and underwear pooled at her feet in an almost comical parody of a nineteenth century gentleman assisting a maiden from her carriage... as he did these things, his message was:

"I am so much stronger than you. I could crush your soul in a heartbeat. But because of your beauty, because I love you, I choose not to do this. Therefore, finally, it is you that has conquered me."

He stood up again, and pushed his hands up under her blouse, gliding them up along her bare torso, tweaking her nipples through the thin cups of the bra, his lips again on hers. Too impatient to worry about fastenings, he pushed her arms upwards and removed her blouse in the same way he had taken off his shirt, in a single fluid motion, then reached behind and unclipped the rear fastening of her bra.

As it fell away her beautiful breasts came into view, crying out to be kissed, the nipples licked and sucked, and he clamped his lips onto the left one, licking at the fleshy globes, and the tight nipples, his right hand locked behind in the small of her back, his left holding the upper part of her body from him, so that her height described a backwards bend, his strength holding her, for by now, he knew, if he let her go, she would fall backwards.

The way she trusted him, needed him, increased his own desire, his love...
 
(Lol, a power shit? That's too funny!)

She was breathless as he broke off the heated kiss and knelt before her. She watched with wide blue eyes as he slowly and gently pulled down her panty hose and then her panties. He was taking his time with her and every second made Katherine feel so special. Yes, he was taking control, but he was doing it in a manner that showed the utter most respect for her. Katherine couldn't have asked for anything better. She moaned and gasped at the kisses and love bites that he gave to her legs. For a moment, she felt that she was losing her balance because he was making her weak at the knees. Once her lower half was bare, he stood back up.

Katherine felt so lusty and aroused; it sort of made her lightheaded. She tilted her head back when his hands connected with her breasts. Even over her bra, it felt amazing. She cried out, wanting more and she seemed to be answered because Graeme was forcing her blouse off without even unbuttoning it first. She would have giggled at his eagerness had she not been so driven to have him. Her bra was next to go and that was just as quick. She was not fully naked in front of him; every muscle in her body quivered in delight. She had never felt so enthralled with someone or so confident in herself.

"Ahhh!" She cried out as his lips suckled her nipple. With her body contorted to allow him easy access to her breasts, Katherine was giving herself to him. Her hands rested at his hands, feeling his muscular frame holding her petite one. Her red locks hung suspended in the hair. Graeme would be able to see her chest rising and falling heavily. His lips and tongue grazed, flicked and licked her nipple until it was perfectly erect in his mouth. "More," she uttered, "I want more of you."
 
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