XVIII
As soon as the ropes were released I slumped towards the ground, only to
be caught by Ruth. She helped me into Minx's quarters and lay me down on the
divan.
"If you don't wish your wounds to heal, you can always roll in broken
glass", she said in an aggravated tone.
"You mean this isn't covered by insurance?" I replied weakly.
She snorted at that.
"Lloyds of London wouldn't cover you with the foolish things you do."
Minx entered at that point and Ruth turned to her.
"He will be just fine. Except of course he's still a fool. He might live
longer if you put a muzzle on him", she reported.
"Thank you Ruth. I shall take it under consideration. As to you Michael,
I am quite able to take my own punishment, thank you." Minx replied. Ruth bowed
and left.
I looked down at the floor at that point.
"However", she continued," I understand why you did it."
"I'm sorry Mistress. But I didn't wish to see you punished for something
I did wrong." I said.
"Michael, when it come to things like that, you are a dumb animal. You
have no rights or responsibilities for anything. As your owner, I am totally in
charge. I think that Anna may be right about you leaving, at least for a short
while. Ay'esha owns a women's health spa on the coast, and I think it would be
good for you to go there. You will learn how to perform massage, manicure,
pedicure, and other talents suited to a body servant. And you will learn to be
discreet because there will be women there who don't know of Ay'esha."
"Mistress please", I begged. "Don't send me away. I love you."
"I know. And you are sworn to obey me. You will go and you will return
to me. Lydia leaving will make me too busy to pay attention to you as much as I
should for at least two weeks. You will leave next week after the doctor says
you can travel "
"But who will take care of you while I'm gone?" I asked.
"Michael, I desire your service. I do not need it. I am quite able to
take care of myself while you're gone. And when you return you will be even
better suited to serve me. And I know you wish to do your best.
"Now, " she said changing the subject," I'm going to fix breakfast for
both of us. I would like you to prove to you that I can take care of myself."
She winked at me, and grabbed my apron from its hook on the door.
The rest of the week went as the weeks before had gone. I cooked, and
cleaned. Minx came and went as was her way and I continued to sleep at her feet
on the floor.
The day before I was to leave I was instructed to prepare dinner for
four to be served at eight o'clock promptly. I did as instructed and at exactly
eight the door opened and Minx entered followed by Mei Ling, Ruth and Anna in
their most elegant gowns. Each one carried a short riding crop.
I knelt as they entered, with head bowed and waited for Minx to address
me.
"Michael you may serve now." was all she said to me.
I served the meal and knelt next to her as she indicated. There was very
little conversation over dinner, and I was concerned that there was a problem
with the meal.
After a time, I was directed to clear the table and retire to the
kitchen until called for. I took the time to clean up the kitchen and make up a
shopping list of basics to restock. I knew that Minx could take care of herself,
but I didn't want to leave things in a mess.
"Michael, please come in here", Minx's voice called.
I returned to the room to find the four women standing waiting for me.
"Kneel in front of me Michael." she commanded.
I knelt in front of my Mistress and waited. The women closed in around
me and stood looking down.
"Look at me." I looked into her smiling face.
"You are about to be released into the outside world again. You must
remember that if you wish to return to me, the world must remain ignorant of
us." Minx reminded me.
"I promise that I will tell no one. I wish to return to you Mistress." I
affirmed.
"The temptations of the world are strong Michael, and many women will
find you desirable as you are trained now." Mei Ling spoke. " You must resist
them to achieve your true desire."
"I understand Master. But I know who I wish to serve for the rest of my
life."
She smiled down at me.
"You are truly deserving of our attentions Michael. You will find a gift
in your bag from me. Use it wisely."
"Michael, you are in good health. Your time at the spa will improve it
more. Take the training that is offered, work hard. Return to us in peak
condition. We have use for you", was Ruth's advice.
Anna spoke next.
"Michael, face me."
I turned towards her and waited. From a box on the table she removed a
small golden medallion and placed it around my neck. On it was pictured a
profile of a very handsome man.
"To those who know, this medallion indicates you are owned and part of
Ay'esha. Until now, no member would harm you while you wore this. With Lydia's
departure from our ranks, I would caution you to be wary of those you do not
know be they male or female.
"You will be driven to your new location in the morning and when it is
time to return, you will be delivered to us again."
"Thank you Mother of Many for your gift, and the gift of trust you have
given me as well." I said quietly.
"It is a trust you have earned by your words and actions Michael. Ruth
is correct. We have use for your abilities."
"Michael, put your head down and raise your ass." Minx ordered.
I assumed the position as instructed and waited.
Each woman in order swung her crops at my bare ass causing it to redden
with each blow. After each one had delivered five swats I was ordered to kiss
the feet of each one of Minx's guests in homage to them.
I willingly kissed the feet of these women who loved me enough to help
me become better.
They departed after kissing Minx goodnight, leaving my Mistress and I
together for the night.
"Now Michael," she said turning her attention to me," we have a little
time together. What would you like to do tonight?"
"I would like to make love to you tonight Mistress. Please." I asked
shyly.
She laughed softly at the request.
"Don't you think that's being a little self centered, looking for your
pleasure instead of mine?"
I bowed my head in embarrassment.
"Yes Mistress. I'm sorry." I said.
"Michael, look at me."
I looked up to see her smiling.
"There is nothing wrong in being self centered. Being selfish is wrong.
Do you wish to give me pleasure or only yourself?" she continued.
"I wanted to give you pleasure." I said
"And you would feel no pleasure yourself?" she asked.
"I would enjoy it, yes. I like giving you pleasure."
"And you think you can give me pleasure?" she asked with the smile
turning sly.
Did I? Was I actually good enough to give her the pleasure she deserved
and was her right?
"Yes Mistress I do." I said looking her in the eye. Her reaction
surprised me, for instead of the slap I expected for my insolence, she knelt and
kissed me.
Now I was really confused. She could see my confusion and took me by the
hand.
"Michael, you have given me pleasure. You have served me well and
protected me. I took you by force from the world and reduced you to an animal.
You had lost faith in your ability to love anyone. You didn't believe you could
give pleasure. And now you believe in yourself again."
She was right. For the first time since the death of my wife, I wasn't
filled with doubts or what ifs. I wasn't such a bad guy after all, if someone
like Minx, who could have any man she wanted, loved me, I must be special.
Minx saw the change as I realized what she had been trying to teach me,
and stood up.
"Yes Michael, you are special." she said as if she was reading my mind.
"You are my slave. Mine and no one else's. I own you totally and that is what
you desire. To be owned by me."
She took the crop from the table and toyed with it, watching my
reaction.
"I will take pleasure from you tonight slave. Pleasure in your
submission to my will and desires. Lie down on the floor on your back and close
your eyes. Arms at your sides." she directed.
I obeyed my Mistress and Owner, the one who loved me. She Who Must be
Obeyed.
There was a momentary pause then I heard her walk away from me. My mind
wandered as I waited. What new pleasure would she take from my submission? I
felt a weight on my chest then something hot drip on me. It burned for a moment.
"Do not move slave. No matter what do not move." she instructed quietly.
I laid as still as possible. There was a feather light touch on my ribs
that made me flinch. The burning sensation returned, only this time in multiple
locations. I held back a moan. The touch continued almost maddeningly. I wanted
to cry out. She knew what pain tickling caused me. I tried to ignore it. I
forced myself to think of other things, to deaden myself against the assault on
my senses. The touching continues and with it the spasms that caused the burning
sensation. I could smell now what caused it. The candelabra from the table was
now resting on my chest, with its candles now burning low towards me.
The touching moved to my feet with no effect. Since breaking a leg, I
can't feel a light touch on my feet at all. The sensation increased in pressure,
with no change in my reaction. I was dead from the feet up. Then there was a
solid slap across my feet with the crop that sent the wax spattering even though
I held as still as possible. I did moan at that point from the wax and the sting
of the crop.
The weight of the candelabra was removed from my chest and I took in a
deep breath of air.
"Open your eyes slave", Minx commanded.
I did, and from my limited viewpoint I could see wax all over my chest
and belly, matting the newly regrown hair.
"Now I can remove that hair from you. I prefer you hairless." she said
taking a grip on a patch of the wax. She yanked sharply and I gasped in pain.
Another patch, another yank, the pain swelling then retreating. She took her
time and pleasure in the task of denuding my chest. When she was done, she
ordered me onto the bed, where she restrained my hands and feet to the metal
rings.
She removed her evening gown and threw it onto the divan. She stood
dressed much as I had first seen her on that first night, so long ago it seemed.
The black corset shimmered in the candlelight, and the boots shone in the glow.
The crop in her hand seemed less an item of torture and more a badge of
honor now.
I had won the battle with myself. I loved Mistress Minx.
