Page 14 of Be Careful What You Wish For

He smiled gently, and taking her hands in his, sat on the bed beside her.

‘But there are things you have said you want to change, to know, to become a part of. Your body needs honing, shaping, training so that it might more easily cope with the moves that will be expected of you. You need to know how to please a Master, how to pre-empt his requirements, to second-guess his wants, his needs, his thoughts. You will also need to learn what to do with the kind of feelings you have experienced this night, to know how to harness them, and to be able to give yourself completely without holding back. This is about you as well as me. Ours will be a strong relationship, a consensual relationship, an equal relationship, because of the very strong and very real commitment and bond we share.’

His words rang true.

‘But why can’t you teach me yourself?’

‘Because Shadow is your guide, your teacher. He is my chosen mentor in this respect. And it is my express wish that he teaches and trains you. This instruction is yours to obey and not to question. When you do come to me we will develop on from there, and be strong.’

Shadow was holding a long fur garment for her to step into. It covered her from her neck down, and was snug and warm.

‘Come. The car is waiting. We have a long journey ahead.’

Dream Catcher caught hold of her in the doorway before releasing her to his charge.

‘Go well. I will be there, always, watching over you. Remember that.’

Shadow led her then, naked under the coat, barefoot, to a sleek car waiting beyond the main doors.

On entering he wrapped a blindfold around her eyes, and then gently pushed her head back against the cushions on the rear seat.

‘Sleep now. You’ll need your rest for what is to come.’

Despite her fears, her confusion, sleep came easy. Folded in the comfort and warmth of the coat, collar turned up around her shoulders, she drifted into a dreamless doze, while the car sped on through the night.

Home

For Richard Armstrong the night was long. He sped towards home, but his thoughts turned back again and again to the dream now captured and the slave he would make his own. She was perfect. A novice in the world of BDSM, naive, an innocent in love, together he and Shadow could work with her to enhance and develop her true potential. She was an intelligent woman. Mature beyond her years, she had depth and beauty and would be easily content with what he had to offer without need for more. She was also a water sign. Born under cancer, her emotions ran deep. It was impossible for her to harness them alone. But with guidance and instruction, working as a team, they could be honed like the flame of a fire, and like the wings of a bird or perhaps an angel, she would fly... beyond what is, to what could be.

Everything he’d ever dreamed of was within his grasp. Now he was impatient for it to begin.

On impulse he decided to wait at the place where they would come. He needed to see her expression when she caught sight of her new home. And so it was, as dawn broke, they stood at the shore together, looking into a sea mist covering the landscape.

Shadow also was curious to see the girl’s reaction. He too looked forward to the time when his teaching would begin. In a past life he had practised as a doctor, a surgeon. He would take a personal pride in presenting to Richard a slave-to-be of such quality, strength, commitment and devotion that she would outshine all others who had gone before. He too needed to please his Master. He was grateful of the opportunity to please him in such a way. It was beyond a usual slave’s calling. But then again, he was no ordinary slave. So easily he could switch. And that unexpected facet of his make-up had led him into many perverse and gratifying experiences. He hoped to gain much from this experiment, especially as, for the purposes of this exercise, he was considered in thought and deed at least, an equal.

The Birchwood luxury cruiser glided gracefully towards them. It gave him perverse pleasure now in exercising his right to keep the one known as Pandora naked. Only Dream Catcher knew her real identity. But he didn’t care. He was more than happy with taking control of their ‘charge’. He ensured the furs were adequately covering her body, and his hands took the longest time to fuss and alter and shape it around her, touching naked flesh where he could. How he yearned for the times they would spend together. And then there would be the things he would share with Dream Catcher, discussing the training programme; he wanted to make it last not just for his own satisfaction, but also to ensure that she was not just slave, but super slave at the end of it.

They stepped aboard the sailing vessel, to where a silver metal rail arced around the bow. Master pulled their charge to him and held her close. Shadow didn’t mind. He would have plenty of time and space to feel that same sense of closeness with her... and more... so much more... He smiled an almost sadistic smile, conjuring up vivid imagery that brought a bulge so huge it strained the zip on his tight trousers. The command came to cast off and the cruiser picked up speed rapidly, heading towards its island destination.

Abi could be heard gasping, filled with certain wonder as she caught sight of the outline of the building stark against the sunrise. It rose like a great gem whose pinnacle reached the heavens. It truly was awesome!

And even as the craft was anchored secure, the girl stood as still as a statue, completely overwhelmed by what she saw. Richard and Shadow, one on either arm, guided her off the boat, over the sands of the small private beach, up the narrow stone steps to its front doors.

Richard hugged her tight to him, pleased with her reaction and what he could see of the feelings that welled up, making her cry.

‘Welcome to my Home, Arcana. I open my doors to you and hope you will be happy here. We are the only inhabitants on the island of Aravale. Everything you see here you can share and be a part of.’

‘Dream Catcher, I had no idea!’ It obviously took her breath away. She stood, lips parted, tongue moistening, gazing up to where turrets kissed the sky, as if she was dreaming. She missed the look that passed between Richard and Shadow. And as Richard passed on through the doors Shadow, as per his instructions, took her from that moment fully into his charge, leading her into the Chamber that would become her own.

‘Today is Sunday. You can spend it familiarising yourself with your rooms. There are no inner doors. Everything is open to you. But for now you will remain within this Chamber. There are doors here leading down to the beach, which is completely enclosed and surrounded by rocks that will hide you from any passing boats that may stray outside their waters.’

The girl was obviously disorientated, still trying to come to terms with all that had happened. He took note of her confusion but continued in the same vein. ‘Meals will be brought to you, sometimes eaten alone, at other times shared. You will come when you are called. You will answer to slave. You are here to learn. Tomorrow it will begin.’

He left her then, realising she needed time. She would find her own way. Besides, she would never really be alone. They would watch her on the numerous cameras they had installed. To know her fully they would need to reach into her private thoughts and feelings. To see how she was in private. To enter that inner sanctum that comes with being in your own space, when other people are not privy to your moods. To own her meant to see her in those times she believed she was alone. Nothing would be hidden. She was a part of them and their life now, and would soon be integrated into the whole.

And they would become One.

For the next few hours they watched the girl drift through her rooms, of which there were three - a bedroom, a dining/sitting room, and a bathroom. But such common words did not even begin to describe the plush surroundings and décor.

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