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1Part 4. Natasha
Meryn knew that Natasha was going to be a far more difficult challenge, even though she knew her so much better, and considered her a very close friend. There seemed to be two Natashas these days. There was the Natasha she had known for years, whom she still talked to all the time on the phone, and frequently got together with for lunch, laughing and joking, sharing confidences, and generally being very comfortable with. Then there was Natasha, the Domme, who seemed to revel in the power and thrill of totally controlling and manipulating another human being. Owning him in all but the legal sense. This Natasha had introduced her to Jeremy, and had at least begun to show her how to meet the needs that Jeremy had. The fact that Natasha had done this, not out of any consideration or thought for Jeremy, but because she felt that Meryn would also come to relish the lifestyle, was almost beside the point. Meryn and Jeremy had grown into their own unique relationship, and met each others wants and needs in their own way. She would always be grateful to Natasha for being the spark.
But it was this second Natasha that she had been avoiding for well over a year, and whom she feared she was going to have to deal with now. She felt that it had now become even more important to her than just hoping that she and Jeremy could develop a comfortable friendship, outside the context of their private lives, with Natasha and Scott. In the short time she had come to know him better, she could sense that Scott, even if he was unable to consciously acknowledge it, had a desire to be more for Natasha. Whether Natasha, the Domme, had any desire to have more from him was the question that needed to be explored.
Having anticipated that she would want to talk to Natasha soon after her manufactured meeting with Scott, Meryn had arranged to have lunch with her the following Monday. Concerned that sensitive topics might be discussed, and emotions might flare, she had asked for a back corner booth, away from where most of the other customers would be sitting.
“So Meri.” Natasha said as she sat down in the booth with a smile that seemed more like a smirk. “I understand that you want to be friends with my slave.”
Meryn sighed. She had somewhat expected this. Scott had forewarned her.
“I guess he told you about our little talk.”
“Of course he did.” She said sternly. “Scott has no rights of privacy or to have secrets from me.” Her tone now softened. “But you do, Meri. He was far more circumspect than I liked, which he paid for in Penance that night I can tell you. But after I assured myself that you were just trying to get to know him better, God knows why, out of respect for you I didn’t delve any more deeply.” She shrugged. “You have a right to your confidences. Even if they ARE with my slave.”
“I suppose I should thank you for that.” Meryn replied, regretfully aware that her actions had already caused Scott some increased pain.
“No. Not at all Meri.” Natasha laughed. “I must admit, however, that I find your idea amusing. I can’t imagine how you would find it in any way worthy of your time and effort.”
“Why so Tash?” Meryn responded. “You and I are very good friends, and so are Jeremy and Scott. Why is it surprising that I would like to have that friendship shared between all of us, outside of what we do when we’re alone with our men?”
“Why would you think that I would want anything like that with my slave. Look Meri, I realize that you’re not as heavy into this as I am, and that you allow Jeremy to be something more than your possession. I can accept that, and interact with him as your husband on that level. But I have no interest in having Scott be anything more than he is. One who exists in my world only to cater to my every want and desire. With no thought to his own. Whose sole purpose is to see to my comfort and pleasure. Why would I want anything more?”
“What if he wants more?”
“That has absolutely no relevance.” She snorted. “I’ve told you before that really doesn’t matter. He’s free to leave any time he wants. That he doesn’t tells me everything I need to know. And allows me to amuse myself by constantly trying to push him beyond what he may think are his limits. What more could he possibly have to offer me than that?”
“A lot more than you think,” Meryn responded hotly. “From the little I’ve already gotten to know of him, and what Jeremy has experienced as well. God, Tash.” She went on. “This is a man who lives with you, who works himself to the bone for you, and who cares for you very much.” This last brought a startled glance from Natasha. “And all you experience of him is a sniveling toady groveling at your feet, when you could have so much more.”
“A SLAVE who lives with me. Not a man.” She shot back. “And I like him as a sniveling toady. I want him as a sniveling toady. That’s all he is, and I’m sure that’s all he wants to be.” She concluded, but somewhat less convincingly.
Meryn was too upset to say anything more, and they both sat there silently for several minutes, Meryn with her fists gripped tightly, and Natasha with a speculative look on her face. Finally Natasha broke the impasse.
“I guess it does get a little boring at times, having to always be in character, even if the character is someone I want to be. And I really don’t get out as much as I deserve. Maybe I should get to know this other Scott you seem to like, a little better. It may give me something new and different to exploit.”
Meryn could only roll her eyes.
‘Okay Meri. I’ll make a deal with you. As you would like, we’ll get together as couples, do ‘friends’ things together, and see what our ... men ...have to offer.”
“And the deal?” Meryn asked suspiciously.
“Well, as my slave and I are going to be frolicking together with you and Jeremy in the vanilla world, I think it’s only fair that you two join us for some fun and games in my world.”
“Oh no Tash. I don’t think that’s such a good idea at all.”
Natasha laughed. “Come on Meri. I’m trusting you when you assure me that my slave is not going to be too corrupted by my loosening the leash a little bit. In return you’ve got to trust me that nothing bad is going to happen if we have some fun tightening the leash on both of them later. It’s not going to be like the last time. That was when you were new to all of this, and I thought I had to teach you some things. Maybe I went a little overboard with you there. But you’ve found your level now. What you want and are comfortable with, and how you want to live. There’s no problem with that. But it’ll be good for you to gently stretch your limits in a fun, controlled way. And I think Jeremy will appreciate it too. It won’t stretch Scott or me very much, but I think I’ll enjoy playing with you two. And I think you’ll find it fun as well.”
“I’m still don’t think so.”
“Look Meri, we’ll agree on everything beforehand. What’s acceptable, and what’s not. You’ll be in charge. Anything you don’t want to do, we won’t do. The idea is to have fun together playing as Mistresses with our slaves. Believe it or not, they’re supposed to enjoy it as well. See. I’m not the ogre you think I am, always looking to cause my slave pain and distress. I frankly don’t like to do that at all, unless it’s necessary, or I’m trying to expand his boundaries. I don’t mind him having a little fun in a way I suspect he would like, as long as it gives me pleasure and amusement. Especially when it’s going to be with the ‘friends’ with whom we’re now going to be sharing other, non lifestyle activities.
Meryn felt that she had boxed herself into a corner. She really did want to have a couples relationship with Natasha and Scott, and now Natasha was offering that. In more ways than one. And Natasha was being very persuasive. In the end, Meryn did believe that she could trust her. And maybe Jeremy would benefit from this as well. She wasn’t sure that she knew yet how to meet all of his inner needs, so perhaps this would afford her the opportunity to learn, as Natasha had said, in a safe, controlled, and even fun environment. But she would have the final say of what they would and wouldn’t do. And if she had any suspicion that things were getting out of hand, she’d put a stop to it right away. That was non negotiable.
“Alright Tash, alright. We’ll go for it. But I want your promise that you won’t let me come to regret this.”
“Absolutely Meri. When it comes to this, you’ll be the boss. And I don’t think you really know how hard it is for a Domme to say that. To anyone. So go ahead and start to plan some nights on the town for us, and I’ll make sure my slave ... no, okay ... make that Scott and I will be there. Traveling to my world can wait a little while.” She laughed again. “This is great. I’m excited.”
So, Meryn was surprised to admit to herself, was she.
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