Back in the day

Dear One had just returned from Phoenix where she was most likely playing “the game”.  The young calico cat in the dark parking lot responded to her beckoning meows and followed her to the second floor.  She absolutely hated the furry little bastards and the inevitable smell of a litter box.  Calico had made it passed to the place few humans had even visited, into Dear One’s heart.  It seemed Dear One had found love after all. 

 

The cat waited at the opening of the heavy mesh security door.  He asserted that he would like to come in for a spell.  Dear One chuckled to herself, “So soon?  We just met!” Surprising herself, she let him in.  She watched as he explored for a long time.  She was not sure quite what he would think of the “leather department” or the “work bench” but other pussies have come there, “Again and again”, she mused.  Dear One selected a precious antique teacup to fill with an offering of heavy cream for Calico.  He sniffed and resumed his exploration.  Odd, she thought.  She was slighted yet again when the cat refused to show interest in such a precious gift.  She returned his mysterious gaze for a long time until he finally feigned indifference and plumped down on the soft carpet.  She could not resist giving him a quick scratch under the chin.  Calico rubbed his whiskery cheeks against her, rose and began rubbing his tail against her leg.  “OK, we will call it a draw for now.”

 

She took a hot shower to cleanse herself from the weekend, donned her robe and sat down with Calico to smoke a joint.  “Maybe I can best him if he is stoned!  I’ll show you who is alpha my little pussy gato.”  They fell asleep together on the couch.  She woke in the morning to sharp kitten claws on her bare breast.  This made both of them purr loudly.

 

Even upon waking, she was “Dear One”.  Having made strong coffee she let Calico out to resume his busy schedule.  She marveled at how alike they were. Quick to show teeth and claws but had soft purrs inside of them.  She gathered her platinum cigarette case after “borrowing” some of Calico’s cream seating herself behind her desk in the alcove. Calico jumped onto the desk to investigate the coffee which he determined was worthy of his discriminating palette.  Damned!  Small droplets of coffee dribbled onto her silk kimono. 

 

She was accustomed to being attended to immediately in such cases.  Dear One growled and went to prepare for a new participant in the game expected at 4:00am.  It was an unusual time of day which quickly explained itself when they arrived on time and fresh yet not fully awake.  It was so easy to tie them up, blind fold them, and leave them for hours, in and out of sleep, waking to pitch black and absolute silence.  Disbelief becomes disorientation.  Fear and anger blend into a unique desperation which is the target zone.  Each new slave went through similar stages of the game.  Dear One enjoyed making her slaves wrestle with feelings, desires, fears, anger and finally submission before they were ready what was in store for them next.  They had to please her very much before she would expose them to the next stage.  As if by hypnotic spell, each slave returned a few times a month to submit to Dear One. 

 

Even this carefully chosen location played a role in stripping the worldly confidence from her slaves. They immediately questioned their own physical safety bringing adrenaline flooding into their racing heart.  It is now a struggle to listen for every sound, assess the danger level, all the time your heart beating so loudly in your ears you swear it will burst your eardrums. 

 

Taking two stairs at a time he quickly reached the balcony.  He stopped and caught sight of a burning cigarette held by someone in the darkness.  He was jumpy and unsure of himself by the time she spoke.

 

“Do Come In said the spider to the fly.” she chuckled in her best Dominatrix voice for this scared newbie.  Do not speak until I tell you to.  Obey immediately or face unpleasant consequences.”  Usually this was when newbies opened their mouths to ask a question anyhow.  An attempt to speak is met by an immediate bite stick style gag tied tightly in place.  She found it worked well to terrify them right off the bat.

 

A unique game plan evolves as limits, requests, degree of severity, boundaries for pleasure and pain but the visceral impact is the same; absolute submission.  She had become a willing participant in stimulating the darker sides of human response throughout the years as an accomplished dominatrix.  Dear One chose her tools deliberately for today’s episode.  This one was going to be most excellent.  She loved a challenge.  She blah blah blah  (what traits the slaves has and what she has to do to make them submit)