Story: Shadowdarke--- Darke Passions
by J. Darksong
It was a few minutes after noon when Shelley Preston
walked in. I have to admit she took me a bit by surprise. I had known
her nearly half my life; we had grown up together, gone to school
together, and after college, continued to keep in touch. I knew her as
well as anyone, and better than most. The tall slender auburn haired
beauty had always been shy and conservative, always downplaying her
God-given assets. So naturally my jaw dropped when she walked into my
office after four months of no contact whatsoever, dressed like a
fashion model.
She wore a very short blue dress, very stylish, obviously tailor
made to her specific body dimensions. Her hair, normally cut short and
straight, had grown, reaching nearly to the small of her back, and it
looked as if she had spent the morning at the salon having it teased,
highlighted, and swept. She actually had make-up on her face, and her
matching navy blue pumps sported at least a three-inch heel. I could
almost swear she had gotten a boob job, by the noticeable strain in
the fabric at the chest region. But more than the clothes, it was her
manner, the way she moved, and walked, the sleepy half-lidded gaze and
the always present smile, that told me something drastic had changed
in her life. She was almost like a whole new person.
"Mary, it's so great to see you again," she gushed, running over
to me and hugging me gently, like old times. "Sorry I've been a little
out of touch lately, but, well, you just wouldn't believe what has
been going on in my life the past few months!" She giggled girlishly,
which of course brought a smile to my face as well. Her laughter was
always infectious. "I met the most wonderful guy---"
"Hey, wait a minute!" I cut her off. "YOU met a GUY, one that
has changed you this much from the shy little girl I knew so
well...and you didn't tell ME about it? Oh, I'm hurt," I said, placing
a hand to my heart, in mock sadness.
"Oh, give me a break, Mary," she replied, eyes rolling
skyward. "Anyway, he's a doctor, a very bright man, and a VERY
exciting lover. You remember how you used to feel about Jack when you
two first started dating?" I hid the wince that his name being brought
up caused---I had never told Shelley the REAL reason why Jack and I
had divorced two years ago, making it seem as if I had simply tired of
him. I had never revealed to her that HE had tired of me, telling me
one night how dull and boring sex was with me, how LIFE was boring
with me. Predictable. Even though she was my best friend I felt too
ashamed to admit to her how losing him still affected me, how some
nights I sat alone and cried in bed at the thought of him. Forcing the
pain down once more, I merely nodded, forcing a bemused smile onto my
face. "Well, Jonothan makes me feel just the same way. The last four
months have been the happiest and most fulfilling time of my
life."
"So I see," I said, taking in her appearance. "You look like
you're glowing, Shelley. And I love your new wardrobe. I always told
you that a lawyer didn't have to dress like a Puritan, and it seems
that you've finally taken my advice."
"Really?" she said, enthusiastically. "You think this looks good
enough to impress Jonothan?" She turned, posing for me, letting me see
her body from every angle, and I felt a surprising wave of jealousy,
and even more surprisingly, a touch of lust. Shelley had always been
pretty, in a shy reserved way, but now, the shyness gone, her face and
body done up to maximize the effect, she looked absolutely
breathtaking. Struggling to regain my composure, I pushed aside these
strange alien feelings.
"If he doesn't like you dressed like that, his manhood is
questionable," I answered honestly. About half the women I knew would
be panting over Shelley too, to see her right now, I thought
idly.
"Oh good," she said, relieved. "I wanted to make sure I looked
pleasing." Hmm? Did she say pleasing? I knew women that dressed to
entice their men, though none of them had ever phrased it
so...awkwardly. "I got my big promotion at work yesterday, Mary. I'm
finally a full partner! Tonight Jonothan and I are going out to
celebrate." Shelley hugged me again, and again I felt the stirrings of
arousal. What was happening to me, that I was getting such feelings
from my best friend? I wasn't gay; I had never even pondered thoughts
of other women before, yet the feel of Shelley's nipples poking
through her blouse against my skin made my juices trickle. Pulling out
of the embrace, she smiled at me, a sexy provocative smile, as if she
knew what feelings she was invoking in me and secretly delighted in
it. "I've told him a lot about you, about how we are the best of
friends, and he wants to meet you. I'd really like to have you share
this special evening with us. Please Mary? Say you'll come."
"Gee, hon., I'd really LIKE to and all, but it is kinda short
notice," I said, hoping she wouldn't press the issue. "I know I'm
`little miss spontaneity and all, but even I can't find a date that
soon. And it would be kinda awkward, just the three of us. I'd feel
like a fifth wheel."
"Nonsense," Shelly said, grasping my hand. "We would love
nothing better than to have you there with us tonight. Mary, you're my
best friend, and this is my big day. How could I celebrate it without
you? Don't make me beg. I`m not dressed for it today." She gave me a
wink, and for a moment there I didn't know if she was serious or
not. Sighing deeply, I gave in and agreed to come. "Oh, and wear
something nice, we're going to that fancy restaurant down in the
business section of town. See you there at eight sharp, dear."
Smiling, she walked out of my office, leaving me totally blown
away. What had I just gotten myself into?
Nevertheless, I arrived at Shades of the Caribbean
ten before eight, decked out in my fanciest dress. Remembering how
Shelley had looked the afternoon before, I was determined not to be
outdone. Being the head manager, I simply gave myself a few hours off
to prepare, taking a trip to the salon where I got the works. After a
full facial, all over massage, manicure, pedicure, and hair styling, I
was almost too worn down for dinner. But I managed. "Mary Singleton,"
I announced to the maitre' D. "I believe I am expected. Party of
three, Shelly and Jonothan, they reserved a table for a little
celebration tonight."
"OH! Of course, Ms. Singleton. They are waiting for you now. If
you'll be so good as to follow me..." I followed, sashaying my hips as
I walked. Bedecked in a new gold sequined dress, with matching
strapped heels, I knew I was hot, and wanted every eye in the place
tuned to me. Smiling smugly, I noticed several men with dates sputter
and choke on their drinks as I walked by. Ah, nothing like I man's
spontaneous reaction to make a woman feel good about herself. "Your
table, Madame," the man said, smartly, before turning back to his
post.
Shelley was seated there as expected, conversing with a
well-dressed man. The doctor, I presumed. I took a moment to look the
guy over, and frankly wasn't that impressed. He had short black hair,
a pretty good tan, the typical `tall dark stranger' routine. He had
deep brown eyes, a pleasant looking face, and when he smiled, like he
was just now, he looked really handsome. But nothing about him really
stood out. He could easily have been one of a hundred other guys I had
seen, and even as I stood there looking at him, I thought I'd be hard
pressed to pick him out of a police line-up. He was the epitome of
AVERAGE.
"Mary, I presume," he spoke up, noticing me for the first
time. Pleasant sounding voice. "Don't be shy, have a seat, and make
yourself comfortable." Gratefully, I did so, getting of my feet. These
heels looked great but they were a real killer after a while. "We have
taken the liberty of ordering already, and Shelley ordered for
you. Don't worry though, the food here is excellent, and everything on
the menu is good."
"Gee thanks," I said sarcastically, "it's nice to know my food
choices were expected." The nerve. Ordering for me! I never even let
Jack order for me, and I loved him more than life itself. Five minutes
in his company, and already I hated this guy.
"Oh I'm sorry Mary," Shelley said, letting go of her lover's
hand for a moment to take mine, causing that familiar feeling to
course down my spine. "You are almost always fashionably late, so I
just took the liberty of ordering for you. Besides I know what you
usually order when we go out to eat---"
"Yeah, yeah, sirloin steak cooked rare, with saut,ed onions and
mushrooms, baked potato, and Caesar salad with ranch dressing. Uh huh,
regular as clockwork." Dammit. Jack's words flared up in my mind once
again. Predictable. "But somehow I don't think Caribbean
cuisine covers good old American cooked steak and potatoes!"
"That's the wonderful thing about Shades, my dear,"
the doctor said, sipping a glass of wine. "They cater to all tastes,
whether you are in the mood for beef Wellington and crepe Suzette, to
sushi and egg drop soup, to even Southern fried chicken and homemade
biscuits. Here at Shades, they pride themselves on having something
for everyone."
He sounded like a commercial for the place. "So what are you,
Jonothan, the owner or something?" Shelley gave me a baleful glance. I
know I was being rude, that I was out of line, but things had started
off on the wrong foot, and I just couldn't seem to stop the
sarcasm. It was my normal response to being provoked.
Still, he didn't seem the least bit bothered. With a laugh, he
poured me a glass of wine, and slid it to me. "Actually, no, I'm only
the major stockholder. I own fifty-one percent of the controlling
stock of the company, but the entire thing is corporate, it has no one
owner." He clinked his glass against mine. "Still, it DOES have its
perks now and then, like having a table on reserve anytime I wish
it."
The evening continued pretty much in that same way. For some
reason, nearly everything that came out of his mouth irritated me, and
I ended up snapping, or blurting out rude or sarcastic
remarks. Shelley was silent most of the time, trying to keep from
making things worse. Jonothan seemed to take it all in stride, not
getting the least bit upset, and that irritated me all the
more. Nothing I said provoked the man in the slightest; he was calm,
confident, and very courteous throughout the entire affair. About
halfway through dessert, Shelley couldn't stand it any longer, and
excusing herself, encouraged me to go with her to the ladies' room. As
soon as the door closed, she dropped the polite mask. "Okay, just what
the HELL is your problem tonight, Mary?" she hissed.
"Me? Oh nothing," I spat back at her, feeling my own blood
boiling. "I'm absolutely PERFECT. I'm just having a conversation with
your KNOW-IT-ALL boyfriend, the doctor, who owns the restaurant we are
eating in, who has been around the world more times than the moon, and
who is so calm, cool, and collected that he probably doesn't ever
break a sweat, let alone his concentration! God, he is the most
arrogant person I have ever met!"
"Why? Just because he isn't a typical dumb jock like all the men
you're used to?" she countered. "Mary, I don't want to fight with
you. I invited you along because you are my best friend, and this is a
big night for me. I wanted you to like the man in my life now, and I
wanted us all to be friends. I don't know why you dislike him so much,
but he is a GOOD MAN. If you'd just settle down and give him half a
chance you'd see that!"
Okay. I felt like a first class heel for ruining Shelley's
night. And to be fair, Dr. Darke had been nothing but nice to me the
entire time. "I'm sorry Shelley," I said softly, going up behind her
and hugging her gently. "I don't know what came over me. I guess I've
just been really stressed out lately, and he is so sure of
himself...all the time. It just rubbed me the wrong way, that's
all. Look, I promise to behave from now on, okay?"
Shelley turned to face me and smiled. "Deal. Let's go back out
there and try this again from the beginning. I really want you and
Jonothan to become close Mary. It'll bring us even closer too." I
nodded softly. She looked so beautiful. In that moment, her happiness
meant more than anything to me. If I had to sit through an evening
with some jerk to make her happy, so be it. It was worth it. I gave a
little smile of my own, and to my surprise, Shelley leaned into me,
and pressing her lips to mine, kissed me. Then she turned and left the
bathroom, leaving me standing there shocked.
"Oh yes, here she comes now," Jonothan was saying as I returned
to the table a few moments later. It had taken me a little while to
regroup. "We were afraid you had fallen in," he said with a
chuckle. Cheeks burning, I started to reply, but thinking of Shelley I
merely shrugged. "I was just about to make a toast. To Shelley, the
smartest, the brightest, and the loveliest lady lawyer I have ever
met. And, to Preston, Gempler, and Madison, for FINALLY acknowledging
her accolades." I cheered as well, and the three of us clinked
glasses. The doctor glanced at his watch, and frowned. "My, how time
flies when you are having fun. Seems I have to go, Shelley. Congrats
once again on your promotion." He leaned over and kissed her sad
disappointed face, then shook my hand briskly, before exiting the
table and heading out.
"Well," I said after a few moments. "I've seen a few abrupt
departures in my time, working at an international airport and
all...but that had to be this biggest brush-off in history. What was
THAT all about?"
Shelley shook her head. "I dunno. I guess he had a good reason
for leaving. At any rate, it's about time to head out of here
anyway. Don't bother with the check," she said as I opened my
purse. "Jonothan already took care of it, and left a big tip." Again,
the nice simple gesture rubbed me the wrong way somehow, that someone
else decided to pay my part of the meal without even consulting me. I
bit my lip to keep from lashing out again, and Shelley, oblivious to
my state, kept right on chatting. "He's really very generous, you
know," she said, rising to her feet. "It's too bad you two didn't hit
it off so well, and that he had to leave so soon. I am positive you
would come to love him just as much as I do once you really get to
know him." She had a strange smile on her face, and I had the
strangest feeling that she was leading up to something. I didn't have
to wait long.
"So...you don't have anything else special planned for this
evening do you?" she asked, shyly, not meeting my eyes. Now, THIS was
the Shelley I knew, the shy reserved girl that valued so highly what
everyone else thought of her. "I was thinking that maybe you could
come over to my house and visit, maybe stay up late and watch a few
movies together, you know, a girl's night in. Just like we used to do
in college." She looked at me with those big blue puppy dog eyes, and
I folded like a house of cards.
"Alright, sure, no problem. It'll be good to catch up a bit on
old times, and you can tell me more about your mysterious doctor
friend. Incidentally, what is he a doctor OF?"
"You're kidding," I said unbelieving, as I followed her
instructions to her new house. Shelley rode back with me, as Jonothan
had driven his own car, and picked up Shelley along the way. "You mean
he's a `shrink'? A head-case doctor? Shelley, those guys are nothing
but quacks. They get paid big bucks to listen to your problems and
then ask you how you feel about it, instead of giving you any concrete
answers." I knew firsthand, having been to one or two for depression
after Jack and I had split up. "Hell, for all you know, you don't even
love the guy, he just convinced you that you do!"
Shelley giggled, slapping her knee. I was surprised, expecting
some kind of angry explosion at slamming her man's profession. "You
might actually be right about that," she said through her
laughter. "He is VERY convincing when he wants to be. But the fact of
the matter is that I love him, truly, with all my heart. He didn't
change my mind in any way to make me feel that way, although he did
open my eyes to a few things...." She kinda trailed off at that point,
sighing deeply in that sickening love-struck kind of way I so
envied. The way I used to get over Jack.
"Okay, where do we turn now," I asked, glancing around the
darkened roads, pitch black in the late evening. I had never been this
far out into the outskirts of the city before, and I felt a bit
nervous driving in unknown territory. "Why you went so far out of the
city for a new home I'll never know."
"I live just down the road from Jonothan," was her cheery
reply. "It's a very good neighborhood; most of the wealthy people in
the city have homes here, out of the hustle and bustle of the city. I
like it here, it helps me relax and unwind after a week of the
corporate rat race. It's just up here, along the road," she said
leading me down a small circular path. "Oh, by the way, THAT is
Jonothan's house over there." I followed her finger, to glance at a
large three-story manor house. It was very eloquent, and tasteful,
bespeaking of wealth, but not overly flashy. It was just the type of
house a very well to do doctor would own, I suppose. Turning my
attention to the road once more, I pulled into the driveway of
Shelley's modest two-story home.
I smiled as I walked inside, taking in the opulent
surroundings. I had to say this much for her, bring a successful
attorney had certainly improved her style of living, as well as her
taste in interior decorating. "Oh, I know what you're thinking, and I
didn't decorate this place," she said from the kitchen. "The doctor
did. It's a hobby of his. He had many hobbies," she said,
giggling. She returned a moment later with a bottle of imported
champagne. "Remember the last time we did this in college? It was
right before final exams, and I was scared silly at the thought of
taking the bar exam in a few days."
"Yeah I remember," I said giggling, flopping down on the couch
and kicking off my heels. "I dragged you into my room by the arm and
told you, `Look here, Shell, you are way too stressed out about this
test, so I am gonna get you drunk, get you excited, and the two of us
are gonna paint the town red together!' And we drank about three
bottles of Crown Royal, watched half a dozen dirty movies, and went
out to the local bar to pick up the first available guys we met!" I
laughed with her, reminiscing over the past. "It was a wonder that
either of us passed our finals. I had a hangover during my Engineering
final, and had to leave halfway through the exam to go puke!"
"At least you didn't wake up naked outside in the flowerbed,"
she said, cackling with unbridled merriment. "To say the least, my
reputation improved dramatically during that last week of school!" She
handed me a glass and the bottle, while she stepped to the home
entertainment center and opened the VCR door. "We have the booze. We
have the dirty movies," she said, holding up several tapes. "After we
watch them all, we're going back out on the town until we find someone
to fuck!" She smiled, drinking deeply from her own glass, and the way
she wobbled, I recalled the several glasses she had downed at the
restaurant. My tolerance for alcohol was low to say the least, but
Shelley's was even lower.
"Hey now, don't forget you have a boyfriend now," I said
drinking a bit of the bubbly myself. Mmmm...it was good. Definitely
the expensive stuff. "You wouldn't want him to catch you doing
something like that, and ruining your relationship while it's still in
the first stages."
"Naw," Shelley said, tilting the glass back and downing the rest
of the glass, switching on the VCR and plopping down beside me. "That
would never happen. We have a really modern relationship, he and I. He
gives me complete freedom in those kinds of things. I can fuck any man
I want, and he won't get upset, just as long as I let him know about
it. Of course, being with that stud kinda puts all other men to shame,
if you know what I mean?" Her words were kinda drowned out by the
voices and images on the screen, of a man and woman getting it on for
us onscreen. I drank more of the champagne, watching with
interest. This was a good one, a movie I hadn't yet checked out from
the rental place.
"And what about him?" I asked a little while later. "I suppose
the same goes for him too? That he can be with any woman he wants, as
long as he tells you about it?"
"Of course not," she replied, refilling my glass. "Ooh, look, I
love this part coming up! Look at the way she arches her back! Man, I
could never move like that, no matter how good it feels going up
inside me," Turning back to me again, she picked up where she left
off. "Yes, he can be with any woman he wants. It's his
prerogative. But he doesn't have to tell me about it though. You see,
there is a bit more to this relationship that I haven't mentioned. Do
you remember how in college you were always into all that D/s stuff,
reading all those stories online and fantasizing?"
"Yeah, and always having you lecture me on how a woman these
days needs to be independent and strong, to stand on her own two feet,
and not give up control to anyone. Yeah, I remember. So what?"
"Well I have something to show you." Standing up, she began to
unbutton her blouse, pulling it open, and sliding it off her chest. To
my surprise, she was wearing no bra, and her huge obviously augmented
breasts burst forth, jiggling slightly. I licked my suddenly dry lips,
as my eyes were riveted to her lovely pale melons. Wild images of
myself licking and sucking on those wonderful globes passed before my
eyes, no doubt helped by the large amount of alcohol I had drank this
evening. "This is what I wanted you to see," she said, smirking, as my
eyes finally left her breasts to move up a bit, focusing on her
neck. I frowned, then gasped as I suddenly realized the significance
of the small leather chocker she wore.
"A slave collar," I said breathlessly. "You're his love
slave?"
"Yes, in a matter of speaking. Oh Mary, all those times back
then when I was playing down your fascination with D & s, and it turns
out that I was a closet submissive myself. Jonothan has been just
wonderful, guiding me gently, kindly, letting me explore this hidden
side of myself. You've never known just how good sex can be when you
let go completely, when you give you all to the one you love, holding
nothing back." The low moans and sighs of deep arousal coming from the
tape emphasized Shelley's words, and I slid a hand into my skirt,
rubbing my pantied crotch. "He freed me from all my inhibitions, Mary,
and I have never been happier." Shelley's hand moved down to her
crotch as well, rubbing it slowly, sensuously, putting on a seductive
show for me. Then slowly, erotically, she began sliding her dress down
to her ankles, stepping out of it, to show her body, entirely nude
except for dark navy stockings and pumps.
I let out a moan as my pussy clenched, a few seconds away from
orgasm. I never wanted anything as much as I wanted Shelley right now,
but that one small insistent voice in the back of my mind managed to
make itself heard. "Shelley," I gasped, breathless in my
arousal. "This is wrong. You're my best friend. Please."
"Shhh. It's alright Mary," she whispered, coming close to me,
letting her soft hands caress my shuddering body. My head was
throbbing, whether from arousal or from alcohol, I neither knew nor
cared. Her lips, so warm and inviting, touched mine, and I felt as if
my body had exploded in sensation. I moaned into her open mouth, my
hands reaching out to caress her supple curves. She pulled away after
a moment or two, and I saw the same breathless desire in her eyes that
I knew burned in my own. "You're a bit overdressed, Mary, dear," she
said softly, and like a flash my hands were unbuttoning, unsnapping,
ripping and tearing to bare my naked body for her. As soon as the last
thread of fabric hit the ground, her lips again found mine, and I fell
back to the couch, my body clutching hers close, as I experienced my
first lesbian love affair in all its glory...
An alarm, bright sunlight shining in my face brining me awake,
and with a loud moan and a mumbled curse at the evil that had invented
alcohol, I turned over, struggling to roll out of my bed, and into my
bathroom to shower. A warm soft hand caressed my thigh, tickling my
sensitive tickle spot a moment, and I giggled, pushing away. Suddenly,
with a shock, the previous night came flooding back. I gazed down with
horror at the naked form of Shelley lying next to me, half covered by
the tangled bed sheets. She looked like a modern picture of Venus, the
one with her rising from the ocean in a clamshell...had she been
drunk, and passed out in her bedroom. I shook my head, moaning
softly. What had I done? I had fucked my best friend, the girl I had
grown up with in since grade school, had known for more than half my
life. How could things ever be the same?
"Things won't ever be the same, you know," a voice said behind
me. Whirling around I saw Dr. Jonothan Darke, sitting in a chair at
the side of the bed, idly smoking his pipe.
"Damn! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" I screamed, then
clutching my mouth to keep from waking Shelley. The last thing she
needed to see was her boyfriend, sitting smugly in a chair, watching
her and her totally mortified friend.
"Relax, I'm a doctor. If you had a heart attack I am sure I
could revive you easily enough," he said with a chuckle. "Now then, we
need to talk."
"Oh no, there's absolutely nothing I want to say to YOU right
now!" I said angrily, getting to my feet and walking to the
door.
"You can't leave, yet," he said idly, and he was
right---the door was stuck, jammed shut as if it had been welded. I
knew from that evening that there was no lock on the door, yet it
refused to open. Turning furiously back to the man, he merely smiled
and pointed to the bed. "SIT, you'll be more comfortable. As I
said we need to talk."
"There's no way I am going..." I started to say from across the
room, but suddenly, I blinked and I was sitting on the bed again,
facing him. What the hell was going on?
"If you'll simply calm down and relax, I will tell you a
few things." Sighing, I did so. With luck he would have his say and
let me leave this place. I planned to crawl under the nearest rock and
wait to die. "Now, I know you are embarrassed, and mortified, and no
doubt want to go crawl under a rock and die somewhere," How the
fuck--- "but there is no need to feel that way. Everything that
happened last night was perfectly natural. It wasn't the alcohol that
made you two go at it so enthusiastically. It was what you both WANTED
to do. You've been attracted to Shelley for a long time, Mary, you've
just hidden those feelings away from yourself until now. And let me be
the first to tell you, Shelley has long since fantasized about making
love to you as well. In fact, she begged me to set it up, to give her
the chance to be alone with you, to see if you felt the same way about
her as she did about you. So there's no need to feel guilty. I know
she doesn't."
His words helped. A lot. "So, you're okay with all of this too?"
I asked tentatively. The last thing I wanted was for him to get upset
with her because of what I did.
"I'm perfectly happy with it. I DID give her permission to
seduce you after all," he said with a grin.
Seduce me? Why of all the nerve. "Hey, I'll have you know it was
a MUTUAL seduction, buddy!" He held up a hand and my tongue
froze. Literally froze, in mid-sentence.
"That's neither here nor there. At any rate, Mary, there is
something else which Shelley asked me, something that has concerned
her very much the past several weeks. She knows how you still pine
away after your lost love, Jack." My eyes went wide at this
revelation. "She asked me to see if perhaps I could help you somehow,
if I could take away your pain and your guilt over the incident. To
help you forget about him." He took a long drag of his pipe, and blew
smoke my way. It smelt strange, not so much like tobacco smoke, but of
fruits as well, of oranges and apples and ripened melons. "I could do
so, I could make you forget him, truly put him in your past, and let
you go on with your life. I could free you from your guilt over his
leaving you, and I could even help you develop this new side of your
own personality. Being bi-sexual is nothing to be ashamed of, Mary,
not in this day and age. Your biggest handicaps are your guilt and
embarrassment, and your feelings of your own lack of self worth. I
could fix that for you, Mary." He turned away from me then, glancing
at the corner. "But there is a price."
He lowered his hand to his lap once again and my tongue
unfroze. Of course, now I had nothing to say, and much to think
about. This man knew so much about me. Shelley had known all along
about the rough time I was having getting over Jack even after more
than two years apart. Dr. Darke was a shrink, a head-doctor, and I
knew how full of bunk they all were. Yet still there was something
about him, some little thing that made me believe he really could fix
all my problems. Maybe it was the way Shelley had changed. Perhaps it
was only my own wish for something more, for a release from the
endless nights crying and missing that bastard that had so abused and
misused me. For whatever reason, I decided I had nothing to lose in
giving Dr. Darke a chance. "Okay," I said after a moment. "I'm game if
you are. What's your price?"
The man smiled softly, tapping his pipe into an ashtray,
emptying it. "You become my slave, just as Shelley is. It's something
that you are secretly wanting anyway, to be guided and lead, gently
but firmly, to be dominated and loved and cherished. You are as much a
submissive at heart as your friend here, you've just hidden it deeper
inside you, to keep from being hurt again like before. Look at her,
sleeping there beside you. You've seen her, talked to her, even made
love to her. Does she seem in the slightest bit unhappy in her new
life?" To a point, the answer was no. Shelley was the happiest I had
even known her to be, and it had all started with this mysterious man
sitting before me. "So choose. Accept me as your Master, just as
Shelley has, and I will take away all the hurt and anger and guilt and
sadness in your former life. But I will not force you into something
you do not want, Mary. It has to be your choice. Choose
freely."
He grew quiet and sat there, tapping his pipe softly against the
edge of the chair, just watching me with his strange dark brown
eyes---were they a lighter brown now? No doubt a trick of the light
shining through the window. I looked over at Shelley, still asleep
through all of the discussion. I loved her, I suddenly realized. She
was my best friend, and I loved her, and finally last night I had been
able to voice that love for her in the oldest most primal fashion a
human being could. I sighed softly, smiling in remembrance of last
night, and the thought made my toes wiggle with pleasure. I had never
known Shelley had a foot fetish, and the way she licked and kissed my
bare toes had sent me into sweet oblivion.
Then I glanced back at Jonothan, the one that had made it all
possible. A young handsome man, learned, proud, arrogant...everything
I despised. Yet, I couldn't deny he was funny, charming, kind and
loving...everything I admired. I thought of his as my Master,
remembering all the stories I had read online, all my deep dark
fantasies, all the forbidden dark pleasures I had dreamt of. I knew
this was the man that could make all those dreams a reality. Steadying
my voice as best I could, I nodded and spoke. "Okay. I
agree...Master."
Smiling softly, he extended his hand, holding it out to me, and
I timidly gripped it. A soft gentle sensation seemed to flow between
us in that connection, and as I gazed at him in wonder, he smiled. It
was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, next to Shelley's of
course, and I smiled back in return, feeling all my doubts and fears
dropping away. He leaned over gently and kissed my lips, and eagerly
my lips found his. His kiss was like nothing I had ever felt before,
and I felt myself melting, dissolving away into nothingness at his
gentle touch. My mind and body writhed in dark pleasure, as he touches
grew more bold, and more dominating, feeling myself becoming more
timid and more submissive. Finally he broke the kiss, and I looked up
frantically, desiring more, needing more, BEGGING wordlessly for
me. "Please," I managed to gasp softly, lifting a small hand to
his. Smiling, pulled my body close to his, letting my cool naked body
take in the powerful warmth of his. Spreading my slickened thighs
gently, stroking my flesh for a moment, he grinned and whispered
softly. "Now, I make you truly mine."
My Master led me swiftly into bliss.
>>>END.