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The Possession {QuietSeductress and Alan23}

Holding Katherine was like cherishing a small, helpless, broken bird. Her weakness, her frailty, her inbuilt deference and submissiveness, all combined to make his lust rise like a wave. The way she had switched from what at least was a kind of dominance to instant surrender were a balm to his libido that made his own need quadruple in intensity. Sucking at her breasts, switching from left to right, and then back, his tongue flickering over her nipples, feeling them become harder and harder, became at once a tribute and a conquest. Truly he realized, as he never had before, that there were two forms of dominance. That which the strong exert over the weak, which had always seemed understandable, had always come so easy to him. And another, more subtle type, one totally new to him, and which he was overjoyed to experience. That of the stronger worshiping the weaker from sheer devotion, loving her simply because of who she was, delighting in her beauty, willing to pretend she was the stronger simply from his admiration from her.

At first, he knew, he had given her his gift of submission partly to prove a point, in order to support her. But he now saw that she was, truly, a dominant of a very special kind. It did not matter that she was physically weak, shy, easily bullied. A woman who could captivate a man as she had him held a different, more subtle kind of strength. And he was proud, as proud as he had ever been in his life, to be hers.

He knew she wanted him to take her, then and there, standing, against the wall. Technically, as the dominant, it was her call. But both of them knew it would not be that way. Not this time, not ever. As the stronger, more experienced partner, it was his duty to control this, and this he did, deliberately slowing his ministrations, again and again letting her rise and fall, allowing his hand to stray down to her sex, fingering her gently, enjoying her wetness.

She was, truly, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
 
When his hand reached down between her legs, Katherine's voice got caught in her throat and as a result, instead of her sweet moan, she growled. She tilted her head back up to look at him. She was so filled with lust for this man that it was borderline unhealthy, but Katherine knew what she wanted and right now, Graeme was giving it to her. His rhythm swayed between fast and slow. It was the perfect balance to get her primed but not enough to get her close to an orgasm. Though this was the first time that he had encountered her body, his movements felt like he was an expert with her wants and needs. She had asked for more and he was doing a great job on delivering her request.

She knew that she was wet, even before Graeme had his fingers inside her. Her cheeks started to redden with the heat that they were both creating. Katherine's moans increased in both intensity and pitch. His fingers were like magic; each thrust giving her insurmountable pleasure. Her hands clung to his arms. She was starting to feel a little weak at the knees, but Graeme's strong arm made sure that she didn't go anywhere. Somewhere, she mustered the strength to pull his mouth from her breasts and place it at her lips. She wanted to love him with every ounce of energy she had.

There wasn't a bed in this room, but there was a decent sized couch in the corner. After Katherine swirled her tongue around Graeme's enough to know his need for her, she reached down to his hand between her legs and pulled it up to his lips. "I want you to taste me," she uttered.
 
If the sea had been made of honey, then Katherine would have tasted of the ocean. The beautiful, exquisite taste of her was that perfect mix of the salt tang and the sweet, triggering sexual synapses in his brain he had never even known he possessed. Though Graeme had never bothered to keep count of the women he had enjoyed, he knew they numbered well into three figures, yet never before had he encountered a feeling like this. His mistress had captivated him, gathered him. The houri he had encountered in the Middle East had been experts in the arts of love, the various lithe, blond surf girls he had dallied with while bumming around the West Coast had been, to a woman, angelic in their beauty, and the sheer, unbridled lust of some of his fellow soldiers, British and American had been enough to deliciously exhaust any man. Yet none of them had been able to do what Katherine - Katherine, the sweet, shy, and possibly even virgin girl that had come into his life - was doing now, simply by existing, by needing him, by taking him as hers.

Her weakness, her frailty, her sheer neediness were sending a wave of desire through him such as he had never even imagined before. Every other woman, before or after, was simply a woman, whereas Mistress Katherine was a goddess.

He could, right then, have replied "and you must taste me," and forced her to her knees, making her take his sex in her mouth, as he had so often had girls do. But some instinct told him this as not right, not yet. To do so would render her totally enslaved, undo all the work he had done in raising her confidence. Instead, the message he needed to convey as obvious to him, and he acted upon this revelation, taking both of her hands in his, and kneeling. Because of her mental state, the way she was trembling, he was forced to support her, pushing upwards with his hands to support her arms, or she might have collapsed.

And then, with his tongue, he entered her. Still with the lingering taste of her sex, and the milky saltness of the globes of her breasts, and her sweat on his taste buds, he went into her, flicking the tongue, feeling her clit immediately contract, at once dominating and worshiping her.
 
Katherine felt her insides quiver when Graeme took his fingers into his mouth. He seemed to love how she tasted and that only aroused her more. Being this close, she could smell herself and without sounding too egotistical, she thought that she smelled quite nicely. She was entranced with him and though he was her submissive and was required to do as she told him, there was still this level of trust and respect that he showed her. Katherine felt like nothing else and no one else matter more to him than her. She felt the same way, for it was fate that he was here tonight when she needed him the most. Graeme helped her in ways that she didn't even know that she needed help and she would be eternally grateful to him. He was something so dear and special to her in such the short time that they known each other.

She then watched as he got to his knees before her. She followed his gaze, not looking away from his face for a moment. He was clearly in charge of this, but how he acted, told her that he did not feel that he had a rightful claim to her. It was the exact opposite; he was grateful to be apart of this with her and showed honor and respect with his actions. Holding onto his hands, she began to pant when it was clear what his intentions were. As his tongue slid into her, Katherine groaned and struggled to stay upright. Her head tilted back and she moaned out his name. He was like a god and she, a mere lowly mortal. She did not know what she had down to deserve such treatment for Graeme was everything she could ever hope for.

Her body trembled at the slightest touch and each moan that Katherine vocalized, shook her body to the core. Her hands clasped tighter in his and her chest heaved up and down as the pleasure intensified. She could feel every tongue flick and caress. Her clit throbbed for more, but was also so sensitive at the same time. Katherine had never felt pleasure quite like this before and she never again wanted to be without it.
 
Graeme continued to work Katherine's clit with his tongue, flicking and sucking, knowing instinctively just how much pressure to use to cause her desire to rise even higher. He darted the tongue in and out, tasting her juices, an exquisite pleasure, content to please her. He knew that such was the pitch of her need right now, he could have taken her whenever he wished, even that she would welcome it. But for this, the first time, there was a symbolic need to demonstrate that he was hers, and not she his. The way her hands clutched his, her moans and sighs, told him all he needed to know.

He stayed upon his knees, before her, worshiping her with his body, his tongue continuing to flicker on her sex. Her hands in his were so frail, so weak, he could have crushed them had he wished. The difference in physical power between them was almost frightening. But the message he was conveying was that anyone could dominate someone weaker than themselves... but for her to own him, though he was so much stronger, simply by the force of their mutual love, was a thing apart.

He was, indeed, submitting, a thing he had never done before, to man or woman, nor even to himself. Exalting her, raising her to a higher plane, making her his goddess.

He wondered if she knew, would beg him to enter her. For he knew at this moment it didn't matter. Graeme, normally the ultimate, most dominant of alpha males was, just for these few minutes, in this small room, presenting his mistress with the ultimate, most supreme of gifts.
 
He was an expert on her body. Every little flick or lick sent her to an even higher level of ecstasy. Katherine felt like she was flying and a few times she had to open her eyes just to make sure that she was still on the ground. She didn't want to think about how he came to be so experienced with oral sex. Instead she focused on this being fate that brought them together and because they were destined, he knew just how to pleasure her. She was well aware that in their current position, he looked to be the dominant one. This type of behavior was obviously not kosher with the club rules, but they were behind a closed and locked door and what Katherine and Graeme did together in the confines of that room was entirely their business and no one else's.

Though she was giving Graeme control, she didn't feel like she was the weaker of the two. Instead she felt cherished and loved and that gave her strength. In return, Katherine was giving him her trust; something that isn't so easily won by anyone. Graeme must've noticed that because the way he was moving on her slit showed such devotion. Katherine finally looked down at him and kept her eyes glued to his. Seeing him doing what he was doing only increased her desire. With her hands clenched in his, she cried out, "Graeme, stop!" She was breathing heavy as her chest rose and fell rapidly. "I..I want to taste you now." She pulled at his hands, motioning for him to get up.

When he was on his feet, she led him over to the sofa. Before he sat down, she unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants. In one fluid moment, all the material fell to his ankles. She stood there a moment and gazed at his manhood. He was beautiful and she licked her lips in anticipation. She looked back up at his face and simply said, "sit." Once he was seated, she leaned down at his chest and began to kiss and lick him. She trailed her lips down with her hands following shortly after. He tasted divine and felt just the same. His muscles felt firm under her soft palms and that only turned Katherine on more.

When she got to his member, she softly kissed the tip then took her tongue and licked the length of his shaft on the underside. She could taste a hint of soap and then a bit of his precum when she reached the tip around. In a way, this was a submissive act, but having wanting to do it herself, Katherine felt that she had some control. Seemed that they were each in control in some way or another, but it was effortlessly and willingly passed between the couple.
 
If, once he had decided to become a submissive, someone had told Graeme he would have been on his knees before a dominant woman, performing oral sex upon her, he would have expressed little surprise. And since he had joined the club and adopted the role, he had found himself in that position many times. It was expected of a submissive, part of the game. It went with the territory.

But he would have laughed to scorn anyone who had told him that a dominant, and his owner at that, would be performing fellatio upon him. That she, officially the superior, would be treating her inferior this way. For most submissives, having their mistress act this way would have been shocking in the extreme. It was a thing that was not done. In fact, any dominant who admitted to such an act would have been teased and laughed at by the other mistresses. Even the submissives would have lost all respect for her. He knew, instinctively, that he would keep this event a secret, between him and his mistress. No, scratch that. He would not mention it even to her.

For Mistress Katherine, he realized, was not like other dominants. Being owned by her presented many challenges and tasks not given to other owned boys. And yet the rewards were well worth it.

He surrendered himself entirely to pleasure, carefully hiding his surprise. Though she was still nervous and inhibited, Mistress Katherine somehow commanded respect by the way she had fought an obvious battle inside herself, overcome her fears and shyness, and performed this act.
 
Katherine enjoyed the task immensely. She was the type of woman that liked to please and she found gratification in doing it. That's probably one of the reasons why she wasn't a very good dominant. She often concerned herself to the needs of others, rather than what she wanted. She couldn't help it though, that was just how she was. She also didn't see it as a weakness. She wasn't the type to go extremely out of her way for someone else's benefit. She still took into account how any situation would affect her, but if the said situation proved to pan out for both parties, Katherine would likely do it.

Thus was the case with this current situation with Graeme. Having him as her submissive benefited them both. He came here looking for something different and she was here to prove herself. By acting as a dominant to him in the company of other dominants, Katherine's role was being fulfilled and so what Graeme's. In private moments like now, that control was being shared and it was glorious. From Graeme, Katherine learned that there wasn't anything wrong with her; she was perfect just how she was. Katherine learned to believe in herself and once she did that, the confidence to be a dominant would shine through.

Lovingly and as methodically as he pleasured her, Katherine pleasured him. She could sense that he was enjoying this. He probably didn't expect this and oral sex wasn't the sort of thing that a Domme should be giving, but Katherine really wanted to. After a little while, she stopped and crawled on top of him, "you taste like heaven," she whispered against his lips. Her hands softly stroked his handsome face. He was the epitome of everything she wanted in life and he was hers. She couldn't stop smiling inwardly at herself. "Now I want you inside of me," she was passing that control back to him, waiting for him to make his move.
 
For a dominant to pay her submissive the privilege of entering her during their first time together was a compliment indeed. There were power-exchanges, Graeme knew from talking to other submissives, when it never happened at all. If it did, it was the submissive's place to perform the act gently, hesitantly, conscious always of the higher status of the woman he was entering. He was, in short, to remind himself at all times that she owned him, not he her. And it was she that was taking him.

But Graeme, though he was prepared to call himself a submissive, did not do sexual supplication. Though he had never in his life raped a woman, and would not consider it, his normal sexual style was one that left no doubt he was in complete control. To enter a woman hesitantly and weakly was not his way. Unless she deserved a special technique (for example, her first time) it was a case of go hard, or go home! His first instinct, therefore, was to slam hard into her, a pretend (and symbolic) violation, ignoring her frailty, her lack of confidence, her desperate need to at least pretend she was dominating the situation. To pick her up and impale her upon his massive, hard cock, driving into her like a pile driver, supporting her, standing upright, her legs locked around his body.

But there was a way, it came to him, that he could preserve the decencies, dominate her but in such a way that still left room for the smallest doubt, retain total control in practice while allowing her to exercise it symbolically.

The remained lying down, gripped his powerful hands under her tight buttocks and hauled her upwards, so that she was suspended over him, her dripping sex only a few inches from his massively erect, slightly curbed dick, the shaft like an iron bar, the huge head swollen to gigantic proportions, with the tiny ball of precum on the end. Looking into her still slightly scared eyes, and favoring her with a smile that could have been anything from challenging to appreciative, still holding her small body in perfect stasis, he gently, fraction by fraction, lowered her downwards, until first just the merest end of the head was touching her cunt-lips, then allowing it to enter, millimeter by millimeter, gently lowering her downwards. She was atop him, exactly where the dominant should have been, yet neither could truly doubt who was in control.
 
Katherine waited for him to move. He seemed a little in thought about just how to take her. Perhaps he was considering her feelings or maybe her wants. All she knew was that she wanted him badly. Graeme gave her confidence in herself. She found that she carried herself a little differently. She still had her hang ups when it came to this club, but with Graeme at her side, she knew that there wasn't anything that she couldn't face. He was her rock, her support and she just wanted to show him how much that meant to her.

When he did move, it caught her a little by surprise. With his strong arms, he lifted her up, holding her just under her butt. She gasped at the firmness of how his hands left. She placed her hands on his shoulders for balance, even though he had more than enough strength to maintain her in this position. Her eyes were glued to his. She must've looked bewildered, but his expression was confident and strong. As he lowered her, Katherine's breath became labored. She was so anxious. When she felt his sex against hers, her lips formed an "o" and she sucked in air quickly through her mouth.

As he entered her slowly, Katherine felt every glorious inch of him. She moaned all the way to the hilt. Once her middle was connected with his, she shuddered. Looking into his eyes, she felt the connection deepen. Then she leaned in and started to kiss him passionately.
 
His lips locked onto hers, Graeme exerted downward pressure, this having the effect of locking her onto him, so that the heavy upward thrusts he made with his powerful buttocks would not pry her loose. Her hair was falling down, tumbling in glorious profusion, so that he could feel it against his strong chest, and small drops of sweat fell from her flushed face, like rain upon his body. There were elements of both shock and pleasure upon his mistress' beautiful face, a combination that excited him and suited him exactly, for this was what he needed. This way he could control her as much as she needed to be controlled, yet in such a way that she could, if she chose, believe herself the controller.

She was so light that her weight was no hardship, no challenge at all to his strength. He could barely feel the slamming of his buttocks on the couch beneath, as he worked her up and down on top of him, still exchanging a long kiss, feeling her tremble. She was afraid, and yet gloriously horny, a girl that had missed her vocation as a submissive, and this irony was the foundation of everything that she was.

It was the supreme challenge. To be hers one needed to be strong, strong enough for them both. And as he worked her body, feeling her sweaty thighs slip against his, he knew that this was the way. For sexually, she was his, and through this control he would take her to a position of supremacy with he the instrument.

But all that was politics, and irrelevant, and for the future. For now, he was alone, inside one of the mos beautiful women he had ever seen in his life, and she was his and he hers, and he was hard inside her. And right now, that was all that mattered.
 
She had never felt a connection quite like this before. She was no virgin, but neither was she too experienced. Of the sexual encounters that she had had previous to Graeme, she had learned that her male partners enjoyed taking control, but often enough it wasn't to give pleasure to both parties. Katherine, feeling the inferior partner, had said nothing about it. She just assumed that this was the way of things. She did know what it was like to enjoy sex, but those experiences were few and far between.

Every single interaction with Graeme though was pleasurable. Even when they weren't touching, just the way he spoke or looked at her, got Katherine all hot and bothered. She felt that he believed in her; not just as a domme, but as a woman. He may have come to this club with the intention on serving a woman and catering to everyone one on her needs, but what he got with Katherine was far different than what was to be expected. For Katherine needed a teacher; someone to guide her and help her break out of a shell that she didn't fully know she had been hiding in. Graeme was showing her just that.

With her lips glued to his, she ran her fingers through his hair. The air in the room became sticky and filled with their copulation. Her skin was both hot and cold. He had ignited a desire that she didn't know what there. Katherine countered his thrusts; with every one he pushed up, Katherine pushed down, forcing him deeper and deeper inside her. He was thick and it made her realize just how tight she was, but it was heaven and she didn't see herself ever wanting to stop.

She pulled away from the kiss to catch her breath, but her eyes never left his. His hands were strong on her waist, lifting her with ease and then bringing her back down to meet him again. In her hers shown passion and wonderment that such a man could want her. She held Graeme in the highest regard, but she had to be careful about showing it, especially while at club meetings. It was no surprise that there were certain others that wanted to see Katherine fall on her face and to be humiliated to the point that she never returned.

Her desire was excelling quickly. Her breath became heavy as a light sheen of sweat covered her skin. She wanted to reach the clouds with Graeme and so she pressed down on his lap and forced herself to stay there. She countered his upthrust and took his hands off her waist. Without speaking, she placed his hands on her breasts while she moved in a circular pattern on his lap. He felt amazing this way; stretching her insides and grazing her g spot with every rotation. Katherine leaned her head back and moaned with her hands cupped over his on her breasts. She didn't care how she might've looked, all she knew what that he felt so good and she was going to climax really soon.
 
He held her. Held her fast and firm. Totally in control, totally dominating. It was for this he had chosen to become submissive, yet, paradoxically, he had never felt more powerful in his life. He was mastering, at last, the natural instinct that inevitably invades the mind of the strong when confronted with the weak, the overpowering instinct to victimize and hurt, that has to be fought, dampened down. It was this trait that had gnawed at his mind as a soldier, and that he knew he need master if he was to move on and become whole.

And now, this frail, weak girl was providing him with the perfect challenge.

He could, had he wished, have broken her in two. Or have broken her mind, bent her entirely to his will, made her his. He might have deliberately stopped, thrust her from him, delighting in her frustration and need, making her beg him to resume. Or come inside her, leaving her bereft and desperate. He might have taunted her for her need, belittled and humiliated her, shrunk her self esteem to zero.

But he did none of these things. He continued, instead, in love, smiling up at her, softly and in a way that left no doubt how he cherished her. In this look, there was just enough submission to allow her to remember she was his mistress, yet enough irony in that attitude to say also "I do this because I choose. Because it is for you."
 
Katherine let him move her about while grinding herself in circles on his lap. The difference in their movements paired well and it was making her body sing. Her eyes were clamped shut still, but she had Graeme's image burned into her mind. That was going to be useful for the times that they were a part. She didn't want to think about that now because it only made her long for him.

Katherine was well aware that even though she was the dominant one in this relationship, Graeme held the control right now and he could with such ease, just take her any way that he wanted. However he didn't and that spoke to his character and his true intentions for Katherine. Whether or not Katherine had the control, she knew that she was in good hands. Graeme only ever helped her and did his best to see what a confident woman was hiding within her. Katherine would forever be grateful for his guidance and also his love.

Things started to increase in momentum. The light sheen of sweat that lightly coated her skin was now drenching her. It wasn't necessarily hot in the room, but their bodies were close, emitting so much heat. When she did open her eyes and look down at him, she saw his wonderful smile. Her heart melted into a puddle in his hands. "Graeme, cum with me!" She softly commanded. Katherine knew that they weren't going to have this privacy forever and she didn't want to risk Helena breaking down the door just to humiliate her. But more than that, she wanted to fully claim him as hers and be fully claimed as his.
 
Graeme held back, delighting in the moment. The sexy, slightly acrid musk of Katherine's love-sweat cascaded down onto his chest, making her body slippery against his thighs. So hot and heavy was their mutual passion that steam was rising from their bodies, the vapor of lust that he'd seen very rarely, sweat that had been heated into a mist that curled upwards, like a sacrifice to the gods of love. The expression on his mistress' face, the love in her large eyes, the way her smile broke across her beautiful face in a hieroglyph of joy, all this combined to rise the energy in him, like an awakened chakra.

"Cum with me." Well, cum he would. But not quite, not exactly with her. Let her crack, let her let go and pay their love the ultimate tribute, and he'd follow. He held back, his final release on hair trigger, controlling himself perfectly, feeling the head of his penis slam against her spine, her clit contract, juices cascading from her vagina, their odor heightening his senses like some new, highly refined drug.

He gave her one final, enigmatic smile, his eyes meeting hers, sending her the message at a level that transcended words. That she was his, and he hers, and that this union was above and beyond anything either of them had known before.

"Cum, Mistress," he laughed. "Cum."
 
She kept her eyes fixed on his until her orgasm overwhelmed her body and had her eyes rolling in the back of her head. Her cries of ecstasy could be heard from down the hall, but luckily, no one of importance was around to hear it. As she came, her hands clung to his shoulders. Her fingernails were digging into his skin, but it wasn't like it was causing him much pain.

Once the intense part was over, Katherine felt herself floating back down to earth. She opened her eyes again to see that smile that melted her heart. She giggled as his comment, "indeed. That was amazing..you are amazing!" Her satisfaction was written all over her face. She leaned down and kissed him sweetly. "I want to see you more and outside of this club too." She didn't care if that was frowned upon, she was in love with Graeme.
 
(Morning - two days later)

As he walked in the morning sunlight alongside his mistress, Graeme could not help but reflect upon the difference between Katherine's club persona and her outside one.

Within the portals of the club premises, she seemed to shrink away from conflict, automatically defer to other women, always appear slightly frightened and apprehensive, as if she could never be sure she wasn't offending someone or breaking some rule. Yet, away from the club, closing deals in the boardroom, dealing with the staff in coffee shops or store clerks, he saw a much stronger side of her personality. Her manner on the phone when dealing with other businessmen or women was clipped, calm, and efficient, her stride was confident, she seemed to lose her nervous mannerisms and timidity.

The very fact that she was even allowing him to accompany her outside the club's portals was, in itself, an act of courage and dominance. While it was not actually against the rules - (the Club could not, after all, influence national legislation and make a thing illegal if the law allowed it) it was nonetheless frowned upon, not quite the done thing. The way she openly walked alongside him, holding hands, even exchanging kisses, was in itself a statement that she would not be pushed around by convention.

Yet he still noticed that she often seemed to be apprehensively looking around, and wondered what might happen if they were to meet Helena or one of the other women from the club.

Yet, when they were alone,
 
That night of unbridled passion that Katherine and Graeme shared was only the beginning of a great relationship. In the days after, Katherine and Graeme seemed inseparable. They got together outside of the club and just seemed like a normal couple. In her day to day events, Katherine was her usual, put together self. She commanded respect with the grace and elegance that she personified. She was quite a different person and since Graeme had seen both sides of her, it would be obvious to him. The introverted, shy woman that he met at the club was not Katherine's true self, but in the presence of all those domineering women, her true self became hidden and all that was left was a lackluster, shy girl. Yes, a girl was what she was, but that was all starting to change.

She was still quite aware of how her and Graeme would be perceived if someone like Helena or one of her close friends saw them mingling outside of the club. It wasn't against the rules, but it would definitely make them a target for ridicule during club proceedings. Katherine would like to avoid that sort of conflict, but she wasn't going to be a recluse and hide herself and Graeme in her apartment all the time. She knew that she needed to embrace her confidence and not feel like she had to apologize for anything. Katherine wanted some normalcy with Graeme. She wanted to go out with him, introduce him to people she knew and just be happy with him.

Ever since that first night of unbridled passion in one of the club's private rooms, Graeme and Katherine couldn't take their hands off one another. It was like they were horny teenagers, but without the awkwardness of not knowing where to touch and how much to touch. Graeme seemed to know what she liked and Katherine seemed to know what he liked. There was still a back and forth exchange with the control, but mostly it fell to Graeme. Katherine loved it and she was a natural at playing submissive to him.

On one particular outing, Katherine and Graeme were walking along the various shops downtown when Katherine eyed a lingerie shop. She smirked and looked at Graeme, "care to partake in a little fashion show?" She nodded over to the shop, biting her lower lip and hoping he'd catch her drift.
 
Once again, Graeme was struck by the difference in his Mistress when she was not within the premises of the club. Sure, her invitation to the "fashion show" was merely playful and innocently provocative rather than anything approaching the skanky, but for a girl as shy and reserved as Katherine was in some ways, he knew it was progress indeed. Her nervous lip-biting showed that she was not quite as relaxed as she was pretending, but, nonetheless, it was still, for someone like her, a courageous act indeed.

He toyed at first with the idea of pretending not to know what she meant, in order to tease her (for though they were Dominant and Submissive, much of their relationship was, nevertheless, more like a pair of teenage lovers) but he knew that would be cruel. In any case, the way his eyes had immediately lit up at her words meant he knew he could never make his pretended innocence stick. He knew just what she meant, and he knew that she knew it!

"I would, indeed, Mistress," he smiled, taking her arm protectively, and shepherding her across the road to "En Francais," the lingerie store in question. The display in the window showed that this was a departure for his new mistress indeed. That morning, she had overcome her natural shyness enough to walk casually around in her underwear, and the difference between the well-manufactured but somewhat pedestrian undergarments she normally wore and the things in the window was stark indeed. French cut pants in clinging silk festooned with lace, push-up bras, scanty thong panties that were so minuscule as to raise philosophical questions about their actual existence, garter belts, all in a mix of colors in which scarlet, peach, shocking pink and, of course, sinful black, predominated.

The perfectly groomed and superciliously self-regarding assistant that approached them gave Graeme a look of appreciation, and Katherine one of envy. Graeme noticed that she addressed her clipped, professional "how may I help you" to him, ignoring Katherine as if she were merely an afterthought, and her constant pushing at her curly blond hair, wide smile and tugging at the hem of her uniform jacket made her interest in him clear. Knowing that Katherine tended to be insecure about him, he felt alarm bells ringing, and wondered how his mistress might react to this.

"My girl's interested in some attractive lingerie," he said, knowing that describing her in that phrase was a direct contravention of the Mistress/Submissive relationship, even outside of the club, but guessing she'd accept the unwritten rule underlying their situation - that in public, they were lovers rather than a woman and the boy she owned.
 
Katherine was all smiles as Graeme agreed to go to the lingerie shop. She walked happily with him as he ushered her across the street and into the shop. They weren't in the risque shop for more than two minutes before they were greeted by a very pretty and a bit overly enthused sales clerk. Katherine stood at Graeme's side and watched the woman talk directly to Graeme and not even take into account her. She was a bit upset about it. Here they were in a shop for women and this saleswoman couldn't keep her eyes off of Graeme; Katherine sort of felt like the third wheel.

When Graeme stated that their intentions were to get his girl some lingerie, Katherine perked right up. She first smiled at him, quietly thanking him for noticing her insecurity and handling it with the utmost grace. Then she turned her smile to the saleswoman, "yes, we are here for me!" the saleswoman nodded and ushered Katherine over to a rack with some of their new items. The saleswoman understood that Graeme was taken so her flirty eye contact with him seized. her and Katherine perused the store, grabbing various outfits. When they were done, she helped Katherine into one of the changing rooms that were off to the side and were privately concealed. As the saleswoman came back out,she smiled at Graeme, "you're welcome to go in there with your girlfriend if you want. I doubt she'll want to come out in the open just to show you." She was polite and gestured toward a chair where he could sit.

Katherine was just behind the curtain in her changing area when she heard the saleswoman call her Graeme's girlfriend. It was sweet, but this woman had no clue what sort of relationship her and Graeme actually had. After five minutes, Katherine was ready to show Graeme her first outfit. She felt a little nervous because he had only ever seen her in either a bra and panties or nude. Something about donning this delicate fabrics made her a little self conscious. Steadily she pulled back the curtain and showed off what she was wearing. "What do you think of this one?"
 
The contrast between the lacy bustier and Katherine's normal choice of underwear was marked. Instantly, she had gone from no-nonsense businesswoman to a true femme fatale. A dominant woman to the max. Graeme was already sporting a massive erection, for Katherine tended to have that effect on him just by walking in front of him. But seeing her in the scanty, barely there piece of lingerie made him feel even harder.

He knew that his mistress was normally to shy to wear such things, and that even when visiting a shop for exotic lingerie would normally have picked out something a lot less racy, at least to begin with. What had caused her to choose this piece, he knew, was her insecurity and jealousy at the saleswoman's flirting. She felt her territory under attack, and had responded by pulling out all the stops. Much as her jealousy turned him on, he knew he should not allow it to go too far, for Katherine was insecure enough already, much as she might have improved over the last few days. And he could see how nervous she was wearing such a scanty garment, when she was so naturally modest.

He felt his eyebrows shoot up at seeing her curvy figure in such skimpy and revealing attire, even though she was obviously no expert at putting it on. A bustier of this kind needs to sit perfectly, or it will become extremely uncomfortable after a few minutes wear... and any attempt at sophistication and poise would soon be destroyed by having to replace slipping shoulder-straps or tugging the excess fabric out of her personal parts. On the other hand, as her submissive, it was his unquestioned duty to perform the duties of a valet for her.

Standing behind her, he adjusted the shoulder straps, to fit securely without either cutting into her pale, delicate flesh. Then he tugged down the overlapping, lacy "skirt" of the garment to remove any wrinkles, and finally slid his hands under the pantie part to make it sit perfectly in place. The fact that these activities meant that he could not help but touch her intimately in the performing of them was a bonus - for though he could touch her in any way, and at any time, he liked, doing so "accidentally" felt far sexier and more daring.

"There, now you will feel as good as you look, beautiful mistress," he said, delicately kissing her exposed spine.
 
She watched his reaction thoroughly. She was learning the intricacies of his body language. Seeing his eyebrows shoot up told her that he was perhaps surprised to see her in such a risque outfit right off the bat. Katherine was a little surprised herself, but she wanted to make a statement and not just to Graeme. She watched him size her up and that made her look down at herself. The outfit wasn't fitting in the best way, but she thought she had put everything in the right place. She didn't really wear lingerie like this. The most fancy thing she had was a matching bra, panty and garter belt set.

She turned around to get a better look in the mirror and that's when Graeme got out of his seat and stood behind her. She was looking at him through his reflection. He didn't say anything at first, he just adjusted her straps and smoothed out the rest of the outfit. It sat much better on her skin and it also helped to feel his hands on her body. Because he remained quiet, Katherine knew that this was something that he felt was his job to do; to make sure that she looked great in everything that she wore. He wasn't trying to be domineering or overtly sexual with his touches, in fact is was more closely related to what a tailor might do, but Katherine figured that he was enjoying it just as much as he was.

She smiled at him in the mirror, "so I take it you like this one?" She turned herself around to gaze into his handsome face. She raised her hand up and touched his face. Dommes weren't this affectionate to their subs, but their relationship wasn't a typical one. "I've got one more that I'd like to show you, go have a seat." She made sure her commands, though sweet, still emphasized that she was the one in control for the time being. Once he was seated, she closed the curtain and prepped her second outfit.

The second one took a bit more time to get into because of it's details, but once Katherine was in it, she felt good. She took a look in the mirror, making sure that everything was in it's place. She felt really Domme in this outfit. It was more fitting of the woman that Graeme was progressively showing her that she was. Trussing her hair a bit, she turned and opened the curtain in a swift and bold mood. She stood there, her arms over her head and her hands in her hair. She was standing with one hip jutting out sexily to the side. "So how about this one?"
 
The outfit that Katherine had chosen this time was an original and intricate one indeed. In truth, one truly designed for bedroom fun rather than practicality, for it was a full body outfit, starting with fishnet tights, and turning to a kind of bodysuit of a lacy, transparent material, that fastened at the cleavage leaving the midriff exposed. Few women would have been confident enough to truly carry it off. yet, the thing about Katherine wearing it, and why it made her so truly sexy, was that she wasn't a naturally confident woman. The very act of her wearing this garment was a statement in itself, a tribute to him, a direct illustration of the point that with him, and only him, she could be the sexy femme fatale she had always wished to be.

The pose she adopted - the time honored one, with her hips slightly bent and her hands behind her head - was theatrical, yet could not fail to be sexy. So sexy in fact that it was all he could do not to immediately launch himself at her, and ravage her where she stood, pushing her up against the wall, and ignoring any protest she might make. He could, indeed, have done so, though the garment had no access hole (and presumably would need to be removed if its wearer needed to attend to bodily functions) simply by taking her through it, pushing the fabric up into her most secret place with his dick, and taking no heed of the discomfort this might cause.

But he remembered that just as his mistress needed to pass tests, so did he. A submissive would not do such a thing to his dominant, under any circumstances. To do so would have been to humiliate her and let himself down totally. They were, he remembered, in public (of a sort)... and therefore their unwritten agreement prohibited such liberties. Therefore, he exercised every ounce of his military-inspired discipline and refrained from giving way to his desire.

Instead, he went down on both knees, gazing up at her huge eyes, and said:

"Beautiful, Mistress. I worship you."
 
He wasn't quick to get up this time and do any adjusting so Katherine figured that she had donned the outfit in the right manner. He sat there in the chair just looking her over. She was certain that thoughts were running through his mind about this lingerie, but she couldn't be certain of whether they were good or bad. She thought she looked desirable and even without the sexy lingerie, she knew that Graeme thought the same way. Maybe this getup was too much, maybe it forced her into something that she wasn't? She was about to ask him again what his thoughts were, but then he surprised her as he knelt before her and said he worshiped her.

Granted it was an appropriate response for a sub, but Katherine was still caught off guard. She looked down at him as he looked up at her. This simple act of obedience spoke volumes to her. She knew that Graeme had an easier time with being the dominant one and that in the confines of the club, he acted the part, but for him to do this outside of the club and in a public place no less, well Katherine felt loved and she felt powerful.

The garment was done for the moment as she looked at him, "stand up," she spoke softly. When he did as he was told, Katherine pulled him into the dressing room, "kiss me," again her command was soft, but it was her own way of ordering him about. She wasn't the type to yell or be cynical about it, but she also knew that he responded well to her way. She didn't know what was going to happen in this dressing room, but she knew they were at least going to kiss.
 
Katherine's command came as a huge relief to Graeme. It was a thing he desperately wanted to do anyway, and with any woman other than her he would have done so by now, not waiting for invitation or command. With her, though, it was a delicate situation. Mistress Katherine, helped by himself, was finding her dominance. And he, helped by her, was finding his humility. That she had found the confidence to dress up in sexy lingerie for him, order him to kiss her, that previously she had even stood up to other dominants, was telling a huge story.

But all this could be wrecked, he knew, if he broke the unwritten rule that existed between them. Let him just once move too fast, fail to keep up the illusion that she was in control, and that confidence would plummet back down to that of the night before he had submitted to her. It was a role that might have tried the most proficient of actors. He had to guide her, and dominate her, yet while doing so had to convince her that the whole time, she was the one in control, calling the shots. It wasn't easy.

His mistress, he knew, did not have the type of personality that could give an order in total and absolute certainty it would be carried out. Such a manner comes from a deep internal self-sufficiency, and is impossible to fake. It cannot be bought. Hard as Katherine was trying, she just did not yet have the inner certainty to dominate. Even when as now) she gave him an order, there was a softness in it, an undertone of pleading, a shyness and fear in her beautiful eyes. As if everything she ordered him to do carried the implied rider "erm, is that all right?"

Yet, as he locked his lips on hers, and pulled her towards him, he knew that she was dominating him in a different way. His kneeling to her was not merely symbolic. He had been kneeling to her beauty, her charm, her sexuality.

He found his hands straying to her buttocks, where the panty part of the complicated garment had ridden up on her curvy posterior, causing her bubble-butt to pop out in glorious profusion. The wide weave of the fishnets meant that he could easily slip his fingers through the holes, feeling her perfect, bare flesh.

"And now, Mistress," he smiled, "what are your orders?"
 
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