Page 37 of Be Careful What You Wish For

She wasn’t sure how long she had been lying on the sofa, but it was strange no one was with her now. That was also different. She lowered her feet to the floor, knowing she was still held by the power of sub-space. Her mind kind of drifted in and out of reality. She wasn’t certain about what was dream and what was real any more, but she knew she was thirsty.

She passed a desk, surprised that Dream Catcher would have so much paperwork stacked in an in-tray, when he seemed such an ordered kind of man. Beyond she caught sight of a curtain. Perhaps it hid a kettle, something to drink. She drew it to one side, and then caught her breath. A computer had been shielded from view, but it wasn’t so much that as what she saw on the monitor that shocked her. It was a small, rather dark room, with all manner of things cluttering the space, and a cage squatted in the farthest corner with what looked to be a man huddled inside.

The figure was knotted, the picture confused. She reached to turn up the volume, and then drew back suddenly at the sound of a voice she knew. Dream Catcher! He entered the frame from the right, already speaking as he approached the cage.

‘So, do you think you’ve learned your lesson?’

The response from the cage was muffled and she couldn’t hear properly.

‘That’s good news. But now things have moved on. Plans have changed, and you need to be aware of the part you’ll play in them, and the way it’ll be for the future.’

Again she missed the reply.

‘This isn’t a discussion, damn it, so listen well.’

She’d never heard Dream Catcher angry, and there was almost a snarl in his voice. But then, with an effort, he seemed to calm himself.

‘I’ve allowed things to slide for too long, but now you’ll remember what I tell you. There is no going back. The past is gone. We are approaching a new year, and with it the dawn of a new age. Business necessitates that I bring forward the Ceremony, so there is much to do in the changing of arrangements. Then I will need to be away. It need not concern you where I’ll be or what I’ll be doing, or indeed who I am going to see. Your sole function in my absence will be to look after Pandora.’

For a moment she lost the trail of words in her confusion. They were discussing her. Or rather, Dream Catcher was putting the man in charge of her while he was going away. No, she needed him with her. He couldn’t go away now, no matter what the reason!

She wasn’t thinking clearly. Her mind was a fog. There was something she wasn’t getting, just out of her grasp. But then as she watched Dream Catcher turn a key in the padlock and the door of the cage swing open, she gasped in surprise at the figure unfolding, struggling to be free.

Shadow!

What was Shadow doing locked up in a cage?

What hold did Dream Catcher have over him?

What was their relationship really about?

She was missing vital information. But then again, her confusion was such that there was every chance she was completely misinterpreting the situation. She stepped back to the sofa, and by the time Dream Catcher returned she had fallen into an exhausted sleep, from which he woke her with a steaming mug of cocoa before leading her blindfolded back to her room.

Embracing the Dream

It was the first day of a new year. Dream Catcher and Shadow entered her room as the sun spread its soft warm glow across the heavens.

Abi had known they would come. The night before helicopters landed on the beach, and shadows moved through the velvet darkness, touched by fingers of moonlight as they made their way up to the house. Far off she’d heard voices, many voices which hung in the air, creating an electric atmosphere of excited anticipation, stirring her into a hopeless state of panic and arousal as she tried to prepare for this day.

Dream Catcher and Shadow stood in the archway, watching her face light up like a child on Christmas morning, eager to open her first present. Used now to the order of things, her attention was caught by the large black case held in Shadow’s hand. To his right Dream Catcher’s arms were filled with a long suit or dress cover, and what looked like a small jewellery case.

‘It is time. The hour fast approaches when we will each make our commitment to the other, and we will be bound together as One. Are you ready to commit yourself to us, slave?’

Already Abi was kneeling on the floor at their feet in the submissive position, just the way she had been taught. ‘I am ready, Masters, to please and to serve you forever.’

As always the two men were struck by her simple act of acceptance, of trust, of faith, aware of the tremendous responsibility she placed on them to ensure her complete protection. They knew how vital it was to maintain the cherishment as well as the control, both to fulfil her as a woman and to be certain she felt special and loved at all times. She was gentle, fragile, vulnerable. Her needs made her a high maintenance slave, and would warrant unlimited stimulation and time to express her creativity, to develop her talents and skills, particularly those in writing and the arts. Time Out would be a necessary provision of their commitment to her, in which she might also spend time with family and even just rest. These needs were not incompatible with her overwhelming need to be owned. All this had been explained to her and was understood and accepted as part of her contract with them.

‘Come and we will begin to prepare for the Ceremony of Commitment when, finally, you will be collared and named as slave under the House of Arcana.’

They refused to answer any one of her pressing questions about what was to happen, who would be present, what was expected of her. Nor would they allow her to examine those things they had brought to symbolise the day.

A special breakfast was shared. Then they showered, removing all clamps and plugs she had been ordered to wear, and laid her on the couch pulled out from the wall. There, carefully and methodically, Shadow shaved her pussy while Dream Catcher took her hands in his and held her arms up, gazing all the while into the bright eyes watching his every move. She fluttered as a bird, unsure, unwilling to leave the nest, uncertain about her abilities, confused about the next step to take.

Softly he brushed her forehead, and the single teardrop which appeared on her cheek as her fears came to the fore.

‘Trust us. That is all we ask, all that is required of you. Know we have only your best interests at heart. Be certain in the knowledge you have been prepared for this day to a high standard. This is your Destiny. Meet it with your head held high. Embrace the dream, for soon, soon, there will come the moment when all your dreams are realised and you are one of us, one with us... slave.’

They examined her, meticulous in their observations, talking to one another about particular aspects of her body, before turning her onto her front, binding her arms and securing her feet, clamped to the corners of the couch.

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