From tuegate.tue.nl!news.nic.surfnet.nl!sun4nl!EU.net!howland.reston.ans.net!swiss.ans.net!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail Tue Dec 20 12:49:23 1994 Path: tuegate.tue.nl!news.nic.surfnet.nl!sun4nl!EU.net!howland.reston.ans.net!swiss.ans.net!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: andreasman@aol.com (AndreasMan) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Housekeeper - Part 4 of 6 Date: 15 Dec 1994 19:45:20 -0500 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 146 Sender: news@newsbf01.news.aol.com Message-ID: <3cqnv0$91i@newsbf01.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf01.news.aol.com The Housekeeper by Andreas Mann Part 4 of 6 "Well, I served Vanessa for nearly four years. I adored her, and I learned to love what she did for me. She brought out my submissive side so wonderfully. Then she moved to California to run one of the SM clubs. She was becoming a professional. And I found myself becoming more interested in the other side - in my dominant side. So I began looking around for suitable prey in the clubs we went to. Most of them were punk music spots, but some of the girls were serious about the leather and chains. I began turning conversations around to SM and would watch to see which girls reacted," I paused for a sip of my tea. "Then I began experimenting with one or two who really wanted to play. They had to be willing or it wouldn't have been right, both in the SM sense and morally. Anyway, with my experience as a sub I had an innate understanding of what they needed. Vanessa had taken me so far that I understood the physical, emotional and erotic depths. It was easy to turn it around and use similar techniques on my girls. And I discovered that I really did like being dom. While I couldn't let go in the same way I did as a sub, I could enjoy the immense satisfaction one gets from control, and I liked that a lot. I discovered that doms are just as addicted, though differently, as subs. I began to really want to have submissive girls at my feet. I wanted to be served. I wanted to have a slave on the end of my psychic string. A puppet to do my bidding - for our mutual pleasure, of course. Beyond the psychodrama and eroticism, there's a kind of aesthetic in SM that is very satisfying. I'm sure you've heard it said, a well done scene is a work of art?" "I'm still too new to it," she said. "Well, maybe we should get up to date and rectify that. What do you think?" I asked. "Yes, I'd like that. Very much," she said as she blushed slightly and looked down at the floor. "Would you like to come up to MY backroom, then?" "Yes..." she blushed. "Good. Bring your tea and follow me," I said, rising from the couch and leading the way. The door to my backroom hides a secret world of ritual and pleasure. I turned the lights on very low and ushered Gina inside. She gasped slightly in a pleasured amazement. "Have you seen a room like this before?" I asked. "No, not one like this," she said. "We have just about everything here," I smiled and I gestured at the cross on the wall with straps hanging loose and ready, and at the leather covered whipping horse in the corner, and the wall full of straps, belts, cuffs, crops, paddles and chains. "Welcome to MY backroom," I said. "Thank you," she blushed, flashing her eyes and looking down. "I'm glad to be here." "When we are in our sanctuary I want you to call me Master and Sir. Do you think you can do that?" I said, turning and putting my hands firmly on her shoulders. "Yes... yes, Master," she said looking into my eyes and then down. I read her body language. She was beautiful. I took her wrists and pushed them behind her back and locked my fingers tight and pulled down. She looked up into my face. I kissed her lips just as they were opening. The way she collapsed into passivity and obedience made me feel warm inside. Without formal agreement, we both knew what we wanted. Her body spoke. She craved direction and discipline and the certainty of being controlled. Her desire was like emotional perfume. She intoxicated me. I held her firmly and savoured her delicious wet mouth. She opened wider and sucked on my lips, begging for my tongue. I gave it to her. She wriggled under me and pulled her hands as if to free them, but she was only testing and tasting her new limits. She enjoyed the capture. She moaned. I withdrew my tongue and kissed her again, and sighed with satisfaction. "You really do need discipline, don't you?" I said as I slowly let go of her wrists. "Now, I want you to take off your clothes and sit on that chair. You can do that, can't you?" "Yes, Master," she blushed. I watched her peel off her clothes and neatly fold them and place them on the floor next to the chair. I walked around and lit dozens of little candles. The soft, flickering light brought a magic to the room. When I saw that she was naked I told her to find the cassette of Deutsche American Fruendschaft, a German SM electro band, and to insert it into the stereo cassette deck. The gritty rhythms and deep bass line began to make the room resonate. "I'm not quite ready yet," I said. "Come over here and wait." I backed her up to the cross and lifted her wrists and buckled them into the wide, soft leather restraints. I noticed she had slender ankles as I wound the strap around. Since she was a novice I left her with her feet on the ground. As I came up from the floor, I smiled and looked into her pink face. She was pouting. "Of course I might just leave you there for the night..." and I laughed. She looked scared. "Hmm. You really ought to be more careful, Gina. I could do anything I want with you now, couldn't I?" "Yes, Master," she said softly. "Hmm... You're going to be such fun! I know it already. But you've seen enough for now," I said as I slipped a soft black velvet blindfold around her eyes. Then I took off my sweater and undershirt and my shoes and socks, so that I was left with only the jet black jeans and silver buckled belt. I pulled a small whip from the wall and swished it through the air, watching Gina move instinctually and gasp ever so slightly. I walked over to her and stood infront of her and waited. Her breathing deepened. She was trying to reach out to me with her senses. I moved a few inches closer and stopped again in silence. She opened her mouth to speak. Without warning I slapped her left cheek just hard enough to turn her head and shock her. "I didn't give you permission to speak, did I?" "No, Master. I'm sorry." "Yes, you should be. Be quiet and listen. You may ask permission to speak by saying 'Master, may I speak?' Do you understand?" I grasped her nipples and squeezed them just hard enough to make her groan. "Yes, Master." ---------- Cont in Part 5 The HouseKeeper is copyright 1994/5 Red Moon Press Permission is given for electronic distribution. Contact andreasman@aol.com for print & other media permissions, or logon to Popular Emotion BBS (215-386-9333). ----------