Games, Part Five

The two stepped outside, in front of the club. The air was cool, and sta immediately found her head clearing. she was both happy and sad about that. Although she enjoyed being a bit tipsy, she knew it was best if she were not overly intoxicated. Anthony must have noticed the change in her, too.

"Feeling better, beautiful?"

"Yes, thank you," sta replied.

"Would you like to go for a walk?"

sta thought about this suggestion. she liked the idea of going for a walk. The weather was perfect for an evening stroll, and the night sky was filled with stars. she couldn't remember ever seeing so many stars. she also was certain Anthony was the kind of man who could, and would, keep her safe while out, so that wasn't a concern. Nonetheless, she began feeling she should get control back of the evening, and particularly her behavior with this man. sta processed all of these thoughts and feelings in the amount of time it took her to bite her lower lip with a thoughtful look on her face (a very cute look, by the way) and told Anthony, "I think I'd rather stay here."

"Oh, come on, sta. It's just a little walk around the block. It'll help you clear your head. We won't even go out of sight of the club."

sta was not surprised by Anthony's persistence. In fact, she would have been disappointed if he hadn't pushed a little. However, this only furthered her resolve. "No, thank you," she stated in the firmest tone she could muster. "Remember, I'm still waiting for my dinner date," she reminded Anthony.

"Don't be silly," Anthony chided sta. "I hate to say it, but you've obviously been stood up. We've been waiting together more than two hours. Let's take one stroll around the block. Worst case scenario: Your date arrives while we're gone, and he gets to wait for you a little while."

Anthony's argument actually appealed to sta. Why shouldn't she make Frederick wait for her, wondering where she is and worrying for a few minutes until she gets back, the way He's made her wait for Him? The appeal of this argument quickly faded as she realized that she knew Frederick must have a good reason for being late. In fact, she started to wonder what could have happened and worried that something was really wrong. Anthony had said it been more than two hours. Was that right? sta had thought it had only been about half an hour and felt guilty for not being aware of how much time had passed -- having fun with this man while Frederick was God-knows-where. her hesitation in responding was a bit longer this time when sta finally told Anthony, "No. I need to go back inside now." Without waiting to see what Anthony would do or say, sta turned on her heel and started towards the door.

sta hadn't taken two steps when she felt a hand on her arm and heard Anthony's voice, "I'm sorry you've decided to make this difficult." His voice was calm, almost sad.

sta suddenly noticed that they had walked farther away from the front of the club than she had realized. There was noone in sight, as she stood there with this man's hand locked around her upper arm. Unfortunately, sta still wasn't sure what was going on. she didn't know what to do. Before she could figure it out, she felt Anthony's other hand reach up and cover her mouth and nose with a handkerchief. Without another thought, sta passed out in Anthony's arms.

Games, Part Four

The pair had a scintillating conversation. Anthony told her about dancing since childhood. He regaled her with stories of dancing from all over the world. He described dances she had never heard of or seen. she was captivated by him and the things he had done. At some point, sta wondered, How, exactly, did Anthony talk me into a fifth martini? (as she finished the same drink she was just wondering about).

sta usually didn't drink much. she enjoyed a drink now and then, but generally avoided getting drunk. Tonight, however, was a different story. sta didn't know whether she kept drinking to keep Anthony at her table, to get up the courage to do one of several things she knew she shouldn't but couldn't help thinking about, to provide an excuse for her behavior in case she did one of those things, to relax and enjoy an experience she might later feel guilty for having, to please Anthony who clearly seemed happy by her drinking the drinks he kept buying for her, or for some other reason, and frankly, the reason doesn't really matter. The thing is, sta did have one too many, and Frederick never did show up.

Shortly after "one too many" and well after sta had made her alcohol-enhanced feelings clear to Anthony, Anthony suggested they get some fresh air to help sta clear her head. This, of course, sounded like a good idea to sta at the time.

Games, Part Three

sta was in heaven. As Anthony lead her around the dance floor, she felt she could die happy. Frederick was an accomplished dancer, but Anthony ... well, Anthony was on an entirely different level. sta had been dancing for years, but never had she been able to dance so well. It was as if they had been partners for years, running through choreographed routines. The connection between them was indescribable.

she stopped wondering where Frederick was. she stopped thinking altogether. she and Anthony moved like one person, and together they became the physical manifestation of the music. she was in a dream. No, not a dream; the dream. The dream where she is floating on clouds, lighter than air, and being effortlessly moved here and there. There was no thought. No deliberation. Just the pure joy of being in the moment.

The music wound down to its conclusion, and the pair wound down with it. sta immediately knew she couldn't let this conclude, too. But, Anthony was already leading her back to her table. Fear of losing the pleasure she had just found rose up and sta blurted out a bit more anxiously than she had intended, "Would you please sit and have a drink with me?"

"Of course? Are you alone tonight?"

Suddenly, sta remembered Frederick. "Someone will be meeting me, but would you mind keeping me company until then?"

They both knew sta was omitting relevant information about who would be meeting her. Regardless, Anthony decided to play along. "It would be my pleasure," he said as he warmed her with a smile, waited for her to sit, and then took a seat himself.

Games, Part Two

anastasia was lead by the maitre d' to a table with a great view of both the band and the dance floor. Coincidentally, this table also provide the other club patrons a great view of anastasia. anastasia thought perhaps this arrangement wasn't coincidental at all. she felt Frederick's hand at work here.

sta ordered a martini, which she sipped as she listened to the band work its way through numerous pieces of music. she could barely keep herself in her seat. she wanted to glide across the dance floor. she wanted to spin and twirl and to feel like she was flying. she loved to dance and couldn't believe she was missing out as other dancers went whizzing by. Where is Frederick, she wondered as she waited.

Frederick is rarely late and never without good reason. The problem is: sta doesn't know what the reason is, and she is getting bored while waiting. sta was well aware this could lead to trouble. Where is Frederick? He knows I can't stand to be alone, particularly with nothing to do, she thought to herself, already preparing to use this argument with Him after whatever mischief she was about to get into.

At that moment, a waiter arrived with another martini. (sta couldn't remember when she had finished the first one, but it was empty now.) "Courtesy of the gentleman," the young man explained as he nodded towards a table across the floor. sta looked where the young man had indicated and saw a handsome man in a dark suit watching her. He wore his dark hair in a short style (as would be expected in the time period) and appeared to be in good shape under that suit. He looked masculine without looking rough. Probably is or has been in the military, she mused. she lifted her glass in his direction and smiled a "thank you" at him. The man smiled and nodded his head before turning away to speak with another gentleman sta hadn't noticed at first seated at the same table.

That was quite a nice gesture, she thought, briefly wondering who the man was, what he was discussing with the other gentleman, and what it was that had made him decide to send her a drink. Did he know her? Did he see her and appreciate everything she had done to look good tonight? Did he just like to buy random women drinks? sta usually didn't dwell on such things, but she had little else to do at the moment. In fact, she got so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even realize the man in the dark suit must have gotten up from his table and was now standing beside her.

"May I have this dance?," he asked, extending his hand.

sta hesitated. she knew Frederick always preferred to have the first and last dance of the evening. It was just the way things were supposed to be. Of course, that's really not a rule. It's more of a guideline, she told herself. Besides, this guy is good-looking and I'll bet he can dance. In any case, I'm sure Frederick won't mind since I did have to wait such a long time for Him.

"Yes. I'd love to," sta replied, as she rose from her seat and took his hand.

The handsome gentleman introduced himself, "Thank you. I'm Anthony."

"I'm anastasia. Very nice to meet you, Anthony."

Games, Part One

anastasia looked around and found herself giddy with anticipation. Frederick had told her to meet Him here wearing the dress He had left on her bed. It was a gorgeous red number, a flowing gown like something from Ginger Rogers' closet in the 30s or 40s. He must have had custom made for her. she had put it on, along with the matching red silk bra and panties, black stockings (with the seam running down the back), black garters, and shiny red high heel shoes that had been lying beside the dress. The final touch, as always, was something for her neck. she beamed radiantly every time she caught a glimpse of the sparkling silver necklace she wore, THE symbol of His ownership of her and her decision so long ago to give herself to Him forever (even when she didn't know if forever was possible).

she always loved dressing up for Him and felt beautiful and sexy. The place He told her to meet Him only added to the effect. she hadn't known a place like this existed. They both loved the music and atmosphere of the big band era, but that time had long since passed. Nonetheless, tonight she found herself transported into a supper club, just like she had imagined one had been in those days. Everything about the place filled her with a sense of that bygone time. Everyone was dressed in period clothing. On stage, a trio of women were singing into an old-fashioned microphone. she saw no signs of the modern world, not a single cell phone in sight. Always looking for the details, she could not even find one wristwatch of a contemporary design. she had dreamed of sharing an evening, if not an entire lifetime, with Frederick in this period -- and, now, He had somehow made it happen. she was so anxious for Frederick to arrive and experience this with her that she thought she might burst.

As it turned out, she would have to wait a bit longer than she expected.

Hmmm

I may have spoken to soon.

Looks like we may still be in business.

With any luck at all, I'll be posting something here again soon.

Closed

This blog is closed -- probably forever.

My Alphabet

a is for anastasia, the best girl in the world
B is for bondage, can't wait to tie you up
C is for cock, you know why
D is for dominant, My position over you
E is for eager, which you always are to please
F is for fucking, something we love to do
G is for gorgeous, have I told you yet today?
H is for horny, which I always am with you
I is for incredible, a word I use so often when talking about you
J is for jealous, which I often am because I find you so damned desirable that I imagine everyone is after you, not just the ones who actually are
K is for kneeling, a position I enjoy you in
L is for love, which I do
m is for my most prized possession, which you always are
N is for naughty, which you often are and I always enjoy
O is for orgasm, see 'f', above
P is for paddle, both the noun and the verb
Q is for questions, something you are often full of
R is for rope, see 'b', above
s is for submissive, your place with me
T is for tits, this one should need no explanation (and if it does, come here and I'll explain it to you)
U is for us, because 'us' is who we are
V is for vagina, because 'p' and 'c' were already taken
W is for wet, see 'v', above, which makes Me very happy
X is for x-citement, which is the best 'x' I can think of right now
Y is for Yes, Sir, almost always the proper answer
Z is for zebra, because I don't know many 'z' words, and I'm picturing you in zebra-striped lingerie right now -- and you look incredible, as always!

Be careful what you offer, Someone might take you up on it.

The club was dimly lit with loud 'dance music' playing. While standing by the bar, He had instructed her to get them each a drink. Several drinks later, He had directed her to a comfortable couch along a wall where they could watch others without attracting a great deal of attention to themselves.

she had taken a seat on His right. In what would have appeared to others to be a romantic move, He put His right arm behind her, turned towards her, and brought His left arm across the front of her body in an almost hug. He leaned in as if to whisper 'sweet nothings' in her ear. Appearances, however, can be deceiving.

He moved His left hand to her right breast. "Who do you belong to," He growled while pinching her nipple hard, causing her to gasp with a mixture of pain and pleasure that reinforced what the answer would be. It was not really a question, but a demand for her to say the words He loved to hear.

"i belong to You, Sir," she responded as she knew she must. Sometimes, she would forget to add the Sir or other approriate form of address, which almost certainly would bring either a slap from Him across her cheek, leaving a wonderful stinging feeling, or His hand around her throat, cutting off her breathing for just long enough to remind Her that everything, including every breath she takes, belongs to Him. Sometimes, she would "forget" to respond properly to intentionally draw this reaction from Him in order to feel His physical domination of her -- something they both want and need.

"i belong to You, Sir, and i will follow any instruction to please You. Please tell me what You would have me do, and I will gladly obey. Would You have me kiss You? Would You have me stroke Your cock through Your pants? Would You have me kneel before You and take Your cock into my mouth? Would You have me offer kiss or tease, or suck, or fuck another here of Your choosing? Would You have me prove Your ownership of me by performing such an act at Your command on one for whom i have no feeling or desire? Would this be pleasing to You?"

she had made such offers before - many times, in fact - usually, but not always, after a few drinks. He always believed she made these offers knowing He was far too jealous to permit it. Nonetheless, it was a beautiful statement of her devotion to Him -- she would submit her body for His use for any pleasure, even if it was pleasure He might find in watching her demonstrate her ability to please another. The thing was ... the thing was that the idea did fill Him with a jealous lust. The thought of exercising such power filled Him with a feeling that could hardly be described -- a feeling He liked, which made Him wonder how much stronger that feeling would be if He actually used that power.

she sat there looking at Him full of lust in her eyes. He felt certain she expected a 'typical' reaction to her statement -- He would continue to touch her and talk to her about the thing He planned to have her do to Him and for Him throughout their evening together. Then, they would give the others in the club just enough of a show to satisfy His desire to display His possession and demonstrate His ownership of her. Later, they would find some place less public and He would compel the pleasure He needed from her while inflicting the pain she needed from Him. At least, that would have been the typical response.

He looked in her eyes to watch her reaction. "So, My little whore wants to prove her submission to Me by pleasing someone else? Is that right?"

Unphased, she continued looking at him and firmly stated, "i want to prove my submission in any way that is pleasing to you, Sir. That is all. What would You have me do?" she reached over and began massaging His cock through the front of His pants.

In the past, His jealousy was strong, but time had proven there was no need for such feelings with her. she was devoted to Him, and He no longer worried about anyone taking her from Him. He wanted to push this idea. He needed to see how far they could take their relationship.

He pushed her hand away and yanked the back of her hair. "Did I ask you to touch Me, bitch?"

she gasped and replied, "No, Sir."

"So, are you offering these things for My pleasure or your own?"

"Yours, Sir."

He looked around and saw a younger man looking their way. He didn't care what this other looked like. What mattered is his interest in His woman. He decided to test this.

"Open your legs," He commanded.

Without a question, she spread her legs. Although He couldn't see it, He knew she was wearing stocking and a garter belt with no panties. He knew this, of course, because that had been His instruction.

The young man, although trying to pretend otherwise, clearly had noticed her action and was trying to get a good look without being obvious.

Perfect, He thought. Young, horny, and interested in My property.

"See that guy over there, My little slut?" He asked while motioning towards the young man.

she glanced and nodded her head in answer.

"Go ask him to dance. Do not take no for an answer. If he tries to decline, you will offer him anything he wants in exchange for at least one dance. Understood?"

Although she reflexively replied, "Yes, Sir," she felt a bit unsure of herself and hesitated in getting up to comply.

"Now, my most prized possession," He said with enough conviction that the words themselves appeared to lift her from her seat.

He watched intently as she walked over to the young man, wishing He could hear their conversation, but immensely enjoying the view as her body language - slightly pushing out her chest, swaying her hips, pushing back her hair, licking her lips, etc. - showed she was complying with His order. she and he glanced over at Him a couple of times, and He casually looked back without any attempt to influence what she was doing. Between whatever she said and what she didn't say, the two were soon on the dance floor, and He was watching her as she moved in time with this other.

she moved very erotically, and He could see various parts of their bodies coming into contact from time to time. she was being quite bold, and He could feel the jealous lust rising in Him. she seemed to be finding every opportunity to have this man's arms around her, to brush her breasts against this man's arms or back or chest, to push her ass against this man's cock (which certainly had to be as hard as His own by now). she obviously felt safe doing these things with Him present to watch over her. Despite the jealousy, knowing she was enjoying these feelings, He also never forgot this was His command, His desire. He felt certain she could bring Him more pleasure with this other, and felt equally certain His jealousy would not interfere.

Simultaneously, as she was enjoying the delicious feeling of being wanted by these two men, she wondered where the evening would go. When He did tell her to stop and return to His side, would the experience be used later to turn them on while He fucked her later (she hoped)? Was there any possibility He actually would have her suck this man's cock (which, at that very moment, felt very nice pressed against her ass) or even fuck him? she hadn't thought that would be the case, but He had surprised her before. Was she truly ready to follow through with such an instruction? she was uncertain what she was ready for, but she knew in her heart that, ready or not, she would do anything to try to please Him.

submission

she was afraid; that was clear. she had been hurt before, many times, even by Him -- especially by Him. The thing is ... she still wanted to put herself out there. she still wanted to give herself to Him. she was just so afraid of being hurt again.

He could see it in everything she did. she remained hesitant, but she was trying to behave the way He wanted, the way He expected. she was such a good girl and His heart ached to watch her struggle with her emotions. she was attentive. she was obedient. she silently begged Him to reassert the control she had purposefully slipped out of, too scared or embarassed to voice the words and ask for it. So, why didn't He just do it?

He felt sure He understood what she wanted, but He also recognized His responsibility to her. Don't take control. Don't accept her submission. Don't be her Master, unless you can do it without hurting her. He wrestled with His thoughts, even as His heart yearned to make her His again.

Why can't I just reach over, grab her by the hair, push her to her knees, and make her admit this is what she wants, what she needs?, He wondered. The answer, of course, was immediate. Because she's not ready to give you herself again, yet. Because she can't take more hurt right now. Because she loves you more than you deserve. That last thought crept in unbidden, but He recognized there was a bit of truth behind it.

she would deny it, of course, but He knew she was a princess to His footman. her submission was an act of love, not something He had taken from her of right. He would wait for her to give it again, as He felt certain she would. In fact, He felt confident she was close already. her resiliency was amazing, and more than He had any right to expect.

Yes, she would be on her knees again soon enough. Neither of them really would want it to be any other way.