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MRWADE.237 By Master Wade
Carmen
(Carmin de Labios)
(Esclava de Amo de Deseo)
Dan Gibson fast-forwarded the videotape to a spot that
he particularly enjoyed watching. It was a scene of his girl
fucking other men, and the entire tape was full of such
images. It was one of thirty tapes now, all of his girl.
There would be more to come.
Dan's girl, a beautiful dark-haired woman of Cuban
descent named Carmen, had spent the first thirty-six years of
her life denying most of her desires, trying to make other
people happy. She had always felt a great need to do that,
and it angered her at times. Wasn't her happiness of
importance as well?
Finally deciding that her happiness was just as
important as anyone elses, Carmen divorced her husband.
Feeling a great sense of new freedom, and looking back on a
life which had seen her take only four lovers in all her
years, Carmen prepared herself for a new world of passion and
pleasure, only to find that it was not all that she had
dreamed of it being. Casual sex meant nothing to her. She
longed for something more meaningful; something hot, but
meaningful at the same time. It was then that she met Dan.
Dan was somehow different from the other men Carmen had met.
It was not that he was less interested in her sexually; she
would hardly be interested in someone who was not. Dan seemed
to need more than that too. But what? At first it was
difficult for her to tell; she only knew there was something
more that he wanted from her, and that his need was
compelling to her, and seemed to draw her to him in a very
powerful way. She wanted to ask, but wasn't even sure how to
phrase her question. So she waited. Finally, he brought it up
himself.
"Come here and sit with me, Carmen," he said, on one of
the nights that she visited him at his home and prepared his
dinner for him. "I need to talk with you."
Carmen smiled and sat next to him on the big over-
stuffed couch. They talked often, and on many subjects. She
loved being alone with him and just talking.
"I think you know me pretty well by now. I feel as if I
know you, anyway, and I very much like what I know about you.
I've told you a great deal about me; about my family and my
past relationships; about my dreams and aspirations. But
there is something that I haven't felt free to tell you, and
I want to do that now.
"For the last four or five years, I have lived something
of a double life. Very few people know about this. Most who
do live far away from here, and know me only as a name on the
computer. A select few have met me and have known me in
person for brief periods of time and are aware of this other
life of mine."
Carmen was intrigued, and just a little worried by Dan's
revelation. A double life? Was this man about to tell her
that he was a spy, or a CIA agent? What on earth was this
leading up to?
"I know I'm causing you some concern by being so
mysterious, so let me get to the point quickly," he said,
brushing her hair back over her shoulder. "I am known to
some other people by a name you have never heard me called.
That name is Desi, and it is short for another name which
those same people know me by: Master of Desire."
Carmen felt a tightening in her stomach. Desi? Master
of Desire? What did all this mean?
"I know you will have questions, but let me tell you
what I must before you ask anything. The name Master of
Desire reflects my involvement in something called Dominance
and submission. It is a lifestyle which recognizes the
natural dominant and submissive natures of people, and which
embraces them in a manner which provides for the mutual
satisfaction of needs. I became attracted to it through my
involvement in some online communities, and have since
explored it both online and off. I have found it to be very
important to me, and it is inconcievable to me now that I
could be involved in a relationship of permanence without it
being a part of our way of life. I am very attracted to you,
and I need to tell you about this other life of mine, and to
see how you will respond to it."
Carmen was somewhat taken back by Dan's admission. She
knew a little something of the kind of lifestyle he was
speaking of; at least she thought she did. It sounded very
Californian to her, and brought with it images of people
dressed in leather wielding whips and belonging to motorcycle
gangs. Dan was interested in this?
"I don't know what you know about Dominance and
submission, or D/s as we call it for convenience sake. I
expect that if you know anything at all about it, you have
many misconceptions. Most people do. I know I certainly did,
prior to exploring it on my own. And, I can't really say that
I have embraced it in the same way that many others have. I
have my own style and my own philosophy."
"I know very little, but it all sounds very bizarre to
me, Dan. I'm surprised, and I don't know that I like what
you're telling me," Carmen said, with genuine concern.
"I understand," he said, placing his hand on hers. "I
know I am taking a risk by telling you these things. But D/s
meets deep needs that I have had all my life, and which I
know I cannot find satisfaction for outside of this kind of
lifestyle. You may decide that you could never share that
kind of life with me; and if you do, we need to find that out
as soon as possible, for both our sakes.
"I care for you very much, Dan. You know that I do. And
I will listen to anything you have to say. Just know that I
can't make you any promises. I won't lie to you, or decieve
you about my feelings, because I can tell you are very
serious about this. And I won't condemn you for being
interested in it. I just don't know that I can share it with
you."
"I know, Carmen. And there is a part of me that almost
wishes it were not so important to me, and that I could just
build a life with you whether or not D/s could be a part of
that life we share. But I know that would never work, and I
know that I have to be honest with you now, or else lie to
you for the rest of my life."
Dan and Carmen talked for a long time that night. He
told her everything about his involvement in D/s up to that
point. He shared his history of being a dominant man and his
frustration through the years at not having a suitable outlet
for that part of his personality. He spoke honestly to her
of other women he had known, and what he had shared with them
and learned from them. And he spoke openly with her about his
dreams and hopes for the future.
Carmen left Dan's house that night very much confused.
She felt a strong attraction to Dan, and thought she had come
to know him well. And yet he had been living a secret life
of which she had no knowledge at all. It was clear to her
that this man she was beginning to love was just as much this
Desi as he was Dan. He was just as deeply committed to and
involved in being this Master of Desire as he was to being
the Dan Gibson she had known all these months. She felt
cheated somehow, that he had held this from her for so long.
And yet she understood that it was not something that he
could admit quickly and early in a relationship.
Things were awkward between Dan and Carmen the next time
they were together. Carmen still couldn't decide what to
make of Dan's dual nature, and she no longer felt as if she
knew who he was. She told him she needed some time to think
about all the things he had told her. She said she needed
some time away from him; some time alone.
Dan was deeply disappointed. He had taken a great risk
in exposing himself so totally to Carmen. He had wanted
desperately for her to understand and for her to accept him
as he was. He had despised living that secret life and
keeping it all from her, and had longed for the time when he
could tell her all about it, and finally be real to her. Now,
he had done that, and a great gulf had opened between them.
Over the coming weeks and months, Dan tried diligently
to restore his relationship with Carmen. He called regularly,
but she was often out, or simply didn't answer her phone. He
left messages, asking for her to return his calls, but she
did not. And when he was able to talk with her she had very
little to say, and could never talk very long.
Dan's friends, those who knew him as Desi, or Master of
Desire, grieved with him during this period. He had spoken to
them of Carmen, and of his love for her, and they could see
the sincerity in his remarks and the genuineness of his
desire to build a life with her. They were concerned about
him, and for him, and they tried to take some of the sting
out of his disappointment, but met with little success.
Aware, themselves, of the futility of loving someone who
could not share his D/s needs and interests with him, Dan's
friends encouraged him to look elsewhere and to let Carmen
go. But he could not. He sensed more than confusion in
Carmen; he sensed also a submissive nature that he had
learned to recognize with dependable accuracy in women. He
was confident it was there, but she was allowing him almost
no means through which to touch her and help her become aware
of it herself. He was frustrated, and sad, and alone.
It was at about this time that Carmen began receiving
letters in the mail from an "Annonymous Friend". The letters
were not so much letters as they were stories; erotic stories
of Masters and their slaves. Sure that they must be coming
from Dan, she called him, and asked.
"Are you sending these to me," she asked, trying to
sound calm, but a bit angry that he would do such a thing.
"No. I am not. Honestly, Carmen, I am not. I suppose it
may be some of my friends...but I don't even know how they
would have gotten your address. I know nothing of it. Nothing
at all. Honest!"
"Tell your friends that I have no desire to receieve
such trash in my mail, and that if they don't stop I will
turn the letters over to the Post Office and let them put a
stop to it. And tell them soon." With that, Carmen hung up
the phone.
The letters did not stop. In fact, they came more
frequently, and the stories in them grew even more nasty.
Carmen was disgusted by them, but still could not avoid
reading them when they came. She found herself going back to
them and reading them over again. And again. Little by
little they began making inroads into her fantasies, and in
spite of her intellectual desire to deny them any power at
all with her, she felt them touching her in places she had
never been touched before. She began picturing herself as
one of these slaves in the stories, and doing so became
incredibly exciting for her. It got to the point that it was
only such fantasies that could arouse her, no matter how hard
she tried to fight it. She wondered if Dan, or Desi, did the
things in these stories. She wondered what it would be like
to be Master of Desire's slave and serve him as these women
in these stories served their Masters. Finally, she called
Dan.
"I need to talk with you, in person," she said, softly
into the phone.
"Of course. Would you like to come over tonight?", he
asked, surprised, but pleased.
"Yes, if you don't mind. Eight okay?"
"Eight is fine. I'll see you then."
Carmen was late arriving, and Dan had almost decided she
had changed her mind. But the doorbell finally rang, and she
sat next to him on the big couch again for the first time in
many months.
"It's been a long time, Carmen," Dan said, smiling at
her warmly. "I'm glad you're here."
"Thank you for letting me come. I've got something to
tell you, and I'm not sure how to do it. I only know that I
have to."
"Sure. You can tell me anything. I've missed you."
"I've missed you too, Dan. I know it may not have seemed
like it, but I have felt very alone, and frightened, and
lost. But what I want to tell you about has to do with these
letters you've been sending me."
"Carmen," Dan said, with total honesty, "I have not been
sending you any letters. I swear to you. And I spoke to my
friends, and none of them would admit sending you anything.
Do you have one with you? Let me see some of them...perhaps
I can tell who they are from."
"No, I don't have any with me. And if you say you
haven't been sending them, then I suppose I have to believe
you. I almost wish that you had been...now. My feelings about
them has changed. That's one thing I need to tell you, and
to talk to you about."
"Go ahead. How have your feelings changed? Tell me."
"At first, as you know, I was highly offended by the
letters. They aren't just letters, Dan, they are dirty
stories. It's pornography, pure and simple. But in spite of
the fact that I was disgusted by them I continued reading
them. And even though I tried to ignore them, they kept
creeping into my fantasies and day-dreams. It's gotten to the
point that the things that take place in those stories are
all that I can think about at times."
"I see," Dan said, contemplating the meaning of all
this. "What are the stories about?"
"They are Master and slave stories. D/s stories, I guess
you would call them. But Dan there are things in them that I
never found exciting before; things that any woman in her
right mind would find repulsive. Yet I don't...not anymore,
anyway. I want those things. I want the very dirtiest and
nastiest things in them, Dan. And I don't mean that I simply
find the idea of them exciting. I mean that I want them to
happen to me in my real life."
"What sorts of things? What is it that you want to
happen to you in real life?", he asked.
"I can't tell you. I mean...well, I want to tell you,
but I can't, yet. I don't know what you do, Dan. I don't know
what happens to women who are your slaves. I don't know
anything much about what being a slave to you means. I don't
even know that I trust you enough to tell you any more than I
already have. I just know that I had to talk to someone
about these stories, and that I had to let you know that they
are changing me."
Dan and Carmen talked a bit longer that night, but
Carmen was not ready to open up much to him yet, and Dan was
still unsure how much to tell her about his own style of D/s,
and the deep personal needs that he found fulfilled by it.
Wishing for more openess, and hoping for a rapid
increase in intimacy between them, Dad found Carmen to be
very cautious and hesitant. She had intrigued him by her
admission, but was denying him a chance to see her hungers up
close; to know them completely.
Over the next several weeks, Dan revealed more and more
of himself to Carmen in their talks. She responded by opening
up some herself, but it was obvious that she still didn't
trust him enough to tell him everything. What he did learn
excited him tremendously, and made him want to know more. It
made him want Carmen even more, as well, and he began
thinking more and more of the possibilities of a life shared
with her. But every time that Dan felt he was finally
getting to the point that Carmen would let her guard down
completely, she would withdraw from him, and return to her
old habits of not returning his calls, of seeming to have no
interest in him at all. Then she would warm to him again,
and thrill him by spending time with him, only to withdraw
yet again.
Finally, Dan could stand it no longer, and he sat Carmen
down one night and spoke to her seriously.
"I have known from the very beginning that you are a
submissive, Carmen. I can sense it...my instincts about it
are very accurate, and I know that it's there, living inside
you. And your admissions to me over the last few weeks have
made that even more clear to me. We want so many of the same
things. I can feel it, even though I know you still are
hiding things from me.
"Nothing will take the place of you submitting to a
Master, Carmen. There is no way for you to escape that. You
can fantasize, you can dream, you can spend all your free
time with me talking about it or re-reading the stories you
were sent...but none of that can truly mean anything unless
you submit. If you are really submissive in your heart, and
I KNOW that you are, then you have to submit. Nothing else
will ever satisfy you. You cannot be fulfilled without it.
Why do you fight it so?"
"I'm just not ready. I don't know what it is, but I'm
just not ready."
"You can't go on this way forever, Carmen. How will you
even know for sure if this is what you want, if you don't try
it? How can you continue to dream and want something that
you aren't willing to give a try? I KNOW you must feel the
need inside you. I KNOW you must be as hungry for it as I am.
Surely you must trust me enough by now to be able to try it
with me. Surely you know me well enough that you know my love
and desire for you is real. What have I done all these months
while I have been waiting for you? Have I deserted you? Have
I ignored you, or gone on to experience D/s with someone
else?"
Carmen thought about all the things that Dan was saying
to her. He was right, of course, but the idea of giving
herself so completely to someone terrified her. Yes, she
loved Dan...she no longer tried to deny that to herself or to
him. Yes, she needed him in her life. She knew that as well.
But to be a slave...a real slave...to a man in real life? How
could she do that? How could she not?
Carmen slipped from the couch to the floor in front of
Dan. Kneeling, her hands behind her back, she spoke softly to
him.
"You're right, Master. I can't fight it any longer. I
beg you: Please take me as your slave. I give you everything
I am. I am yours totally, for you to own and possess. I want
to belong to you and be yours always, and in all ways."
Continued in Chapter Two....
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