Page 11 of Be Careful What You Wish For

Stranger still was the way in which the pain-pleasure had left her craving more. And when it didn’t come she was disappointed. She knew pain from past experience at the hands of those who ravaged and took control, abusing and betraying trust, and who left scars which crisscrossed her body, a sign of their will over hers. And yet now she welcomed control... and even pain? It was a dichotomy. Something which cut right across her understanding, and which only added more questions in an already befuddled brain. Whereas pain was inflicted in the past, perversely now she craved it, wanting, even needing it as part of the pleasure which followed. This dark side which was alien to her confused and frustrated, and yet at the same time urged her to want to know and experience more.

Alex helped her from the couch. She had to restrain from touching and offering herself in a hug. She so wanted his arms around her. Her feelings were so ripe, so raw.

He smiled... also, it seemed, regretful to let her go.

‘Lunch.’

His voice cut across her thoughts. It had returned to its former firmness, demanding respect, control. But then he continued more gently. ‘You can spend time walking in the grounds if you like. You may keep your robe on and go anywhere you please. The hairdresser and beautician will be ready for you in a couple of hours.’

She nodded, hesitantly, then, ‘Will we meet again?’

He returned her smile. ‘Yes, we will meet again. Now go. Lunch is waiting. You must be hungry.’

Lunch was a simple affair. She w

ished he could have joined her. She sat in a corner of a large open room and helped herself from a selection of dishes, with fresh fruit to follow. After she followed the path across the bridge at the back, gazing deep into the waters as if seeking answers she might only find within. The gardens were rich and vibrant with colour. She savoured the moment, allowing her dreams of what might be to come.

Then she was in a salon having her thick hair restored to its former glory, the original dark titian colour creating a halo to be cut and styled, falling in soft waves around her cheeks. The beautician followed, talking her through a daily foundation and make-up routine as expertly she applied the products to her face. Abi enjoyed every bit of attention lavished upon her. Hands moulded and shaped her into this other being. It was almost magical watching the way she was transformed through the mirror, as if she was bound up in some spell. A stranger stared back at her, with the face of someone she once had known. She was living a dream she didn’t want to end. What, she wondered, would be the occasion to follow to make all this worthwhile?

She arrived once more at the front door to a peculiar sense of loss... and a sense of foreboding of what the future held. She wanted to keep hold of the familiar, to stay longer at this point in her journey. Yet, all the while, she was aware that someone else was in control, governing the path she must follow.

The receptionist greeted her just as she had in the beginning, offering her a card.

I trust you enjoyed your day. The De Vere Hotel just off Junction 20 of the M1 has a room reservation with your name on. Leave your car in Number 2 Parking Bay and book in. I will meet you later.

Dream Catcher

Her heart pounded. Again she was touched with the strangest sense of almost fear and intense feverish excitement.

He would be there... Dream Catcher! Who was he really? What would he be like? How would she be in their initial meeting with him?

Shaking violently she dropped the keys to the car on the driveway, stooping to retrieve and then turn them in the lock. It was early evening. A brief glance at the map assured her there was but a short journey ahead, and then...

Every pore oozed passion. Already she could feel the softest touch of his hands, the firmness with which he held her, the gentleness in his eyes, the sternness in his voice as he instructed her into a position of submission and caught hold the flame that even now lapped around the edges of desire. She wished only to please, to serve, to know him better, and to feel safe forever in his controlling love.

As her car sped along the open highway, on the seat spread a warm wetness, the only visible sign of the turmoil of emotion she desperately tried to hold in check.

Control... Instruct... Cherish

They sat together in a corner of the room, soft lighting and the gentle hint of music in the background. Even to outsiders there was an obvious intimacy between them. Fingers interlinked, eyes only for one another, and a brush of material beneath the table.

‘Do you like the gown?’

Dream Catcher held tight her hand as it trembled. She was completely overwhelmed by the happenings of the day.

‘The slave in the bedroom will be treated like a princess in public.’

Her thoughts scattered like autumn leaves. She was open to the elements, caught in a whirlwind which carried her through a series of portals to the point at which she was now.

On arrival there had been a rich variety of clothing awaiting her. Laid out on the bed, it was arranged so that nothing of her past life remained. Beneath the table between them the soft silk matching underwear rubbed sensuously around her body each time she moved... and she moved often just to feel it there. Laced across her top a bodice of black held her firm, with a fine gold braid running through, interwoven cleverly into the material. A black dress completed the attire, falling in simple lines to her ankles, with long angel sleeves floating like wings at her side. And the outfit as a whole was set off by a simple velvet-hooded cloak he’d removed from her shoulders as she’d entered the dining room for dinner.

They had been ushered to their table, and as she sat he presented her with a small ornate box. Opening its lid, in the soft blue lining, she discovered the most fragile of chains glinting in the light, spraying rays of warmth and controlling love. He placed it like a yolk around her. For moments she fingered the soft fine trail of silver gold encircling her neck... the link of ownership, a connection and a visible sign of commitment between them. It was a defining moment, and she felt liberated... free! Suddenly she was certain this new life was so right for her.

Already she was different to the person who started out that morning.

‘The whole outfit is beautiful. I feel so special, beautiful even, and so, so... different. I only wish I had the figure to do it justice. Thank you. Thank you for today. It’s been...’

‘Shhh... this is but the beginning. You look absolutely gorgeous. And you need know only this, that I consider it an honour... yes, an honour...’ he repeated as she looked surprised, ‘that you offer me your submission - body, mind, spirit, soul. Any Master would be proud. But I am especially proud, honoured, because you are mine.’

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