The Diaries of Ayesha

I missed Dominique tremendously. I tried to have faith that she would return or that I would see her again, but as I've aged, my faith has weakened a bit.

Despite the miracle of Mistress Minx.

I managed to keep it from affecting my work, and thought I was keeping it well guarded from Minx's attention.

As usual I was only fooling myself , because Minx finally directed me to appear at her house for dinner along with Susan Bellamy.

Susan was delighted to have dinner with Mistress Minx and no less happy to have me present. Her work for Ay'esha had resulted in our drifting apart in someways, but her feelings for me were no less than before.

Dinner that night was a candlelit meal of roast chicken with rosemary potatoes, Miriam providing the best service she could to us, while still remaining unobtrusive.

We had reached the coffee stage of the meal before Mistress Minx addressed the issue that had been weighing so heavily on my mind.

"Michael, do you love Dominique?" she asked as Miriam poured coffee for me and tea for her and Susan.

I looked at her in the flickering candlelight and then at Susan before answering.

"I suppose I do. But it's no more practical that the love I have for you, so why bother?"

Susan and Minx looked at each other, then Susan spoke.

"Since when is love practical Michael? I love you, and I know you love me. I know you don't love me as you do Minx, but I do accept the love you can give. You brought me back to the world much as Minx brought you back."

I blushed in the semidarkness at her words.

"I just did what I thought was right. And I'm sorry if my love for you is a disappointment," I said lamely.

"Disappointment? Michael, your love for me in any form is hardly a disappointment. I consider it a high honor that you do love me as much as you do," she corrected.

"As do I," Mistress Minx amplified. " I know I haven't always treated you as you deserve, and I can't correct the error of releasing you from my service. "

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair at her words.

"I enjoy my additional freedom, but sometimes I want to be on my knees before you, giving you pleasure," I admitted.

Minx smiled at me and patted my hand.

"And someday perhaps you will again. But that's not why I invited the two of you to dinner. Susan, can you take over Michael's job with the Bank for awhile?"

"Why?" I blurted out.

"Susan, I want you to take over for Michael for the next," Minx looked at the ceiling for a few moments, " three months. Michael, you're going on a leave of absence."

"What for?" I demanded.

"On your knees SLAVE!" Mistress Minx snapped and I pushed the chair back and fell to my knees as does a puppet who's strings have been cut, my head bowed.

She walked around the table and pulled my head back so I could see into her eyes.

Instead of the fury I expected , there was nothing but compassion in her gaze.

"Michael, I want you to take some time off," she said gently.

"And do what?" I fretted, thinking of the boredom that besets me if I have nothing important to do.

"Find Dominique or Erato, or whatever name she chooses to use. You may use my resources and within reason, the resources of Ay'esha. If you love her as much as I suspect you do, then you won't rest easily until you find her.

"Perhaps she won't wish to become more involved with you. That's your problem to resolve. But at least you'll know what happened to her and I know that's bothering you the most," Minx concluded.

And with those words started my quest.

I started with everything I could amass on the 'Net about Erato and cross referenced it with the name of Dominique La Forge.

Thousands of hits, mostly about the Greek goddesses and trailing off into a scientific project also named Erato.

You'd think I was looking for the Holy Grail. And in a sense I was.

I must have spent a week just websurfing and sorting and sifting through the clues. I asked through Ay'esha's connections for her employment records at the newspaper she had worked at.

Her Social Security number turned out to be bogus, and I discovered she had a wonderful sense of humor, as the address she gave for her residence was an address on Mount Olympus.

It might have been Hades for all the progress I was making until I picked up one of the adult newspapers one evening after three weeks of searching and flipped through the ads for bondage just to see who was doing what to whom.

There, in a full page ad for a bondage house in Los Angeles, was a picture that looked like Dominique.

Working in a bondage house? Why? Research maybe. But she could have done that in the City with me. Or was she concerned that I would interfere with her?

Subtlety hasn't always been one of my strong points as Mistress Minx has pointed out, but I was sure I could visit to check it out without causing a problem.

I arrived in Los Angeles the next morning and after checking into a hotel, drove to the bondage house in question.

I knew the place from its reputation as one of the better commercial bondage businesses in the country, and a few Daughters of Ay'esha had gotten their first taste of power there and gone on to bigger and better realms.

When I walked into the place, I looked around and saw the object of my search sitting in a chair quietly, reading of all things, a leather bound copy of the works of Cervantes.

She was dark haired and fair skinned and her eyes held a touch of amusement in them at my look of interest. She wore a red dress and black bodice that forced her breasts up even fuller than they were already.

"Can I help you?" the well dressed woman sitting behind the desk offered.

"Uh yes actually. I was looking for a young lady to spend a short time with," I said turning my attention away from the young woman and to the questioner." The one sitting over there."

She turned towards where the girl was sitting and nodded.

"That would be Paige, Mister ......?", the woman left hanging.

"Oh, Dr. Forbin is the name. Sorry. Yes, Paige would do nicely."

"Paige is a new submissive for us here. She's very talented however," the woman encouraged.

She didn't need to encourage me. I was almost sure it was Dominique, but something kept me from accepting it at face value.

The woman smiled and stated the price for Paige's services which I agreed to without question and she informed me of the rules, the major one being that there was no sexual contact allowed.

I looked at the woman amused.

"Of course not. If I was looking for something as simple as sex, I wouldn't be here."

I suggested to Paige that she pick the toys she wanted me to use, as we hadn't played before and discussed her safe word.

"Before we start, how do you prefer to be addressed? Do you prefer Sir or Master?" she inquired.

"I prefer Michael, or Master as you choose," I said warming to the role.

"Yes Master!" she replied promptly, her eyes lowered.

She chose a set of floggers and a couple of riding crops.

"Master, I would enjoy serving you more if you would put me in bondage," she ventured softly.

I smiled and selected a set of fur lined wrist and ankle cuffs and a leash and collar from the ample supply of toys in the supply area.

"Now, slave, lead on. Your fate awaits you," I intoned dramatically as she smiled in response.

She led me upstairs to a large dungeon room furnished with a bondage bed, a spanking horse, and a throne as some of the pieces of equipment.

She knelt before me as naturally as if she had been doing it with me for years instead of it being a new experience for us both.

"What do you wish of me Master Michael?" she asked.

I looked at her kneeling before me and then slapped my hand on the spanking horse.

"I think we'll start here slave. Mount the horse!" I commanded.

She rose from her kneeling position gracefully and leaned over the horse, her arms dangling down.

A moment later I had her cuffed and collared, restrained.

That done, I stepped to the stereo system that sat in one corner of the room and selected some music for effect. I finally settled on Bram Stoker's DRACULA.

"Now, we'll start with a nice light spanking," I said and slapped her hard on the ass.

She squealed and then fell silent again.

"Too much?", I said kneeling next to her head.

"No Master Michael. I was just startled," she said.

"Startled," I said rising. "It's not the first time you've had that ass of yours spanked I'll venture to say."

"No Master, but you have a very firm hand."

"Good. You'll learn to enjoy it."

I applied myself to the task of spanking her ass, seeing it grow pink through the sheer black panties that covered her ass.

After a moment I stroked my hands softly across the punished flesh and felt her tremble under my soft touch.

"Better my pet?" I asked softly.

"Much better, thank you Master," she replied in dreamy tones.

I started to pick up the heavy leather flogger and then noticed one made of soft fur hanging on a hook outside of her range of vision.

"I think I'll whip that slutty pussy of yours now," I said and dangled the hard leather strands before her eyes. She winced and then regained control and started breathing heavily to prepare for the blows to come.

I stepped away from her and picked up the fur whip and quickly slashed it between her legs causing her to gasp and then sigh as I started to flog her across the back with it.

A few moments later I stopped and then ran my tongue up her spine and felt the shiver. As I ran my tongue lower towards her ass, I smelt the female musk of her pussy and resisted the urge to run my tongue across her panties.

She moaned as I nibbled my way across her arms and then started sucking on her neck, inspired by the music.

"More please Master."

I nibbled her ears and stroked her cleavage with my fingers and then offered one finger to her to suck.

She drew it into her mouth and sucked on it desiringly, intently as if it was the most important thing in her life, as if I was the most important thing in her life at that moment.

I felt my cock stir in response to her actions and reminded myself that I did not own this woman, she was paid to serve me.

But the desire to break the rules was there and I withdrawing the finger I looked into her eyes and saw my desires reflected in them.

The eyes. Dominique's eyes. No, that wasn't possible. I was projecting my own desire to see her again onto the canvas of the girl in bondage before me.

"Tell me who you are really," I said softly. "Are you Dominique or Dulcenia?"

"If you are Don Quixote de la Mancha, then I am Dulcenia for you. I will help you with your quest my knight," she replied as if it was the most natural question in the world to hear from a man.

"What do you know of my quest?" I asked.

I saw the depths of understanding in her as she answered.

"We all have a quest. For you, it is a woman you love and want to protect as well as serve. You are Don Quixote in your heart."

I sat beside her on the floor and shook my head.

"Then you are not the end of my quest," I sighed.

"No Master. I am but a servant, whereas you seek a Goddess," she replied.

I started to kiss her and then reality intruded into our world as the intercom mounted in the wall buzzed to indicate our time was up.

Reluctantly, I released her and she sat on the floor before me, smiling.

"Did I please you Master?" she asked cheerfully.

I hesitated before answering, not wishing to read too much into her question.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I ventured.

She laughed delightedly.

"Oh yes Master. I love being tied up and teased. I like that more than anything else in the world, and you are very good at it."

I almost blushed and then reminded myself that she was paid to say these things, until I looked into those eyes again and saw nothing but truth in them.

"Why are you here Paige?" I asked picking up the toys and putting them back in the carry bag we had used.

"Because I want to be. I want to give pleasure, pleasure in ways greater than sex. Pleasure by surrendering my will to another," she explained rising to take my hand.

"Is that the whole truth?" I asked doubtfully.

She blushed slightly.

"Experience too. I want to learn everything I can about bondage and then write a book about it."

"That sounds like someone I know," I admitted.

"Really?" she asked brightly.

"In fact I thought you might be her."

"You mentioned a name earlier. Dominique?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"She uses that name. Or Erato. I'm not sure which one is her true name."

She looked at the ceiling for a moment before commenting.

"The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn't just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter When I tell you a cat must have 'three' different names"

"T.S. Elliot. Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats," I said in surprise.

"Perhaps your young lady has more feline in her than you thought," she replied.

We returned to the main area of the house where she excused herself and disappeared into the back of the building.

"Was everything to your liking Dr. Forbin?" the woman at the desk asked.

"Excellent, thank you," I said starting to leave and then turning back.

" By the way, I didn't get Paige's last name," I added.

The woman looked thoughtful for a moment and then answered.

"I believe her last name is Turner."

I thanked her again and walked out into the smoggy sunlight of Los Angeles .

Paige Turner.

A good name for a writer.

But I was no closer to the end of my Quest.

I must press on in my quest to dream the impossible dream.

Chapter 25 Sections 1 to 6

Xanadu
Don Quixote de La Mancha
Far Above Cayuga's Waters
Garden Party
Tie Me Kangaroo Down
Waltzing Mathilda