The Diaries of Ayesha

"Michael, I have someone I'd like you to meet," Mistress Minx, excuse me, Miss Dawes said one afternoon at the office.

"Yes Miss Dawes, I'll be right in."

I walked into the office and found Minx chatting with a woman I'd never seen before.

She was dark haired and fair skinned. The expression on her face when she turned towards me was warm and inviting. I felt comfortable with her, rather than seeing her as a stranger.

If she had asked me for anything, anything at all in that moment, I would have given it to her.

"Dominique, this is my assistant Michael, " Minx announced. "Michael, this is Dominique."

Dominique held out her hand and I resisted the urge to kiss it, instead taking it and shaking it.

"A pleasure to meet you, " I said, meaning every word of it.

"Charmed.", she said taking it firmly.

"Michael , you and Dominique have something in common, " Minx said motioning for me to sit down and handing me a cup of tea.

"Oh really?" I said with interest.

"Dominique is a writer with one of the papers that we have an interest in."

I took Mistress Minx's meaning that Dominique wrote for a paper owned by a Daughter of Ay'esha that I had used as a cover on occasion.

"That's very interesting, " I replied a bit more cautiously.

"It can be interesting work at times as I'm sure you know," Dominique amplified. "But I also write fiction in my spare time."

"What kind?"

She picked up a cup from the tea tray that rested on the table between us and sipped at it, her eyes holding a hint of mischief in them.

"I write erotica, " she said without a hint of embarrassment.

Myself, I started blushing and my hand reached automatically for my nose to cover it.

"Michael, put your hand down," Minx rebuked sharply.

"Excuse me Miss Dawes, Dominique. Habit," I explained sipping at my own tea.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed Michael. Or should I say Dr. Forbin? You're a wonderful writer," Dominique said with a smile.

It was only with great self control that I kept from spitting my tea out in surprise.

"You've read my work," I stammered feeling like ten kinds of fool.

"The Diaries of Ay'esha. Oh yes. To tell the truth, I'm surprised that Miss Dawes allows you to use her as a model for one of the main characters," she continued.

I looked at Minx helplessly.

"Well, I'm actually very amused by it, " Minx said. "I do have a reputation as a bit of a bitch at times and I do have an interest in the Scene, so when Michael started writing the Diaries, I permitted him to use my name."

"I take it that the Diaries are fiction of course, " Dominique said looking at me with an interest I hadn't seen in a woman's eyes in many years.

Even the slave girls who had come to visit and worshipped me didn't look at me the same way that Dominique did.

"I do have some slight experience in the Scene, but the Diaries are fiction for the most part," I admitted.

"For the most part? Then some parts are true?"

I looked at Minx for guidance and was met with a "You got yourself into this, you get yourself out of it " look.

"In the Jack Webb sense of truth:The story you are about to see is true ...."

"Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent, " Dominique laughed.

"Something like that."

Minx took control of the conversation again at that point saving me from further embarrassment.

"Dominique is here to do an article on the adult businesses in the City. I thought since you had some experience in that area, you could escort her," Minx explained.

I didn't quite know what to say at that point.

"I don't exactly consider myself an expert.. ," I started to say.

"Oh come now Michael. Don't be modest. I'm sure you can be of great help in gathering the facts for the story, " Dominique encouraged.

"If Miss Dawes agrees, I guess so," I said doubtfully.

"This is business related Michael, so there isn't any reason for me to object. But you don't have to do it if you're uncomfortable with the idea, " Minx replied, removing my last hope of escape.

Now, I'd like to make one thing clear. I'm not embarrassed by porn, so much as amused by it. And I do support Tom Lerher's viewpoint of "Freedom of Pleasure, a right which is not guaranteed by the Constitution".

But escorting a beautiful woman through the porn palaces and strip clubs of the City wasn't exactly high on my list of things to do.

I'd rather do "pornographic" things than watch them.

"We'll that settles that. I'll see you at your house tonight then and we can get started, " Dominique said finishing her tea and setting the cup down.

"My house?" I said startled.

"Of course. I'll pick you up at eight, " she said and got up from her seat. "Miss Dawes, thank you for loaning me Michael for the next few days. I'm sure that the Publisher will be pleased."

And with that, she smiled at me once again and walked out of the office.

I watched her go before turning my attention back to Minx who was sitting with a smile on her face at my long lingering view of Dominique's departure.

"Slip your eyeballs back in Michael," she teased.

"How did she wind up here?" I asked, returning to the business at hand.

The Publisher thought that I was the best contact for a story like the one she wants to write. And I think you're best qualified to help."

"Is that the only reason?" I asked, still suspicious.

"No, it's not the only reason. Can I speak frankly?"

"Of course Miss Dawes."

"As of late, your writing sucks," she said without rancor." Since I released you, you haven't been as passionate in your words. Now I don't know if it's just longing for me, or writers block or what, but the basic facts are, you haven't been inspired to write well."

I hung my head in embarrassment. She was right of course. I was writing more from habit than passion or desire. I'd thrown away more than I'd saved, and I was beginning to feel I'd lost my touch.

"I agree, " I replied stoically looking up into her eyes. "I want to be in your service. I want to wear the collar again and serve you. But I know that's a long time coming."

Minx held her hand out for me to take and I grasped it gingerly.

"Michael, I will collar you again. But not now. I'm still dealing with what happened with Fort, and my feelings towards you. I do love you Michael and I know you love me. But it isn't as easy as it sounds. Please give me more time."

"Of course Mi'lady. I just miss you is all."

"And I miss you too. Perhaps Dominique can reignite the passion. She does seem very interested in you and you seem interested in her as well. Encouraging."

"How so?" I asked.

"Michael, I've watched you around other women for years, and this is the first one you've looked at quite that way."

"What way?" I asked, by now totally confused.

"With desire. You look at her as you look at me. Longing for her attention. And I think it's nice. Now get out and go home. You have an appointment tonight."

I was dismissed with a wave of her hand and a smile.

Eight o clock.

The chime of the antique clock my wife inherited sounded and I checked my appearance again.

I was dressed in dark jeans, a white shirt and my leather vest for our venture into the depths of the City, my party going clothes so to speak.

Eight oh five.

"I guess punctuality isn't one of her strong points, " I thought idly.

By eight-thirty I was beginning to get concerned. It's not that hard to find my house. Perhaps I insulted her somehow?

When the phone rang at nine I almost jumped out of my skin.

"Hello?"

"This is Dominique , Michael. I'm sorry about the delay but something came up, " her soft voice said.

I was both angry and relieved by her call, and answered carefully.

"I understand. Did you want to cancel tonight then?" I asked.

"No, we can still do it if you're not too tired," she replied.

I thought about it. I wanted to see her, but I considered how I felt. I was tired and annoyed and a bit hurt at being stood up.

"Don't be silly Michael. This is business for her. You're the one with the rampaging hormones. Why would she even think I was hurt?" I thought.

"If you don't mind rescheduling it, I'd appreciate it, " I answered.

"I don't mind at all. I do appreciate your understanding about it and I'm sorry if I ruined your evening," she replied sincerely.

"No, I generally sit at home alone at night anyway. Not a problem."

"You're a liar, but a gallant one. Same time tomorrow night?"

"Sure."

"Good. It's not just the article I'm thinking of. I really do want to see you again. Good night Michael."

I hung up the phone and closed my eyes, still seeing her face in my mind.

The next day at work I tried to focus on business but my mind still kept wandering off into daydreams of Dominique.

If she'd read my work, what did she really think of it? Did it turn her on or just make her laugh? Was she a dominant or a submissive? Dare I even think of us playing together?

I realized I was thinking of her as I did Minx. Untouchable and unobtainable. On a pedestal too high for me to reach to.

"A penny for your thoughts," I head Minx say behind me.

I looked up startled.

"It wouldn't buy much, " I countered.

"I don't know about that. Considering I've been standing behind you for five minutes and you haven't noticed me."

Oops.

"I was a bit distracted by these figures, " I said picking up the file on my desk.

"Oh I'm sure you were. But I think you are more distracted by Dominique's figure," she teased.

"Wouldn't know. Haven't seen enough of it yet."

"How was the research last night?"

"She canceled."

Minx frowned.

"Why?'

"She said something came up. She was still willing to go out, but it was late, so I decided against it."

"Did she reschedule?"

"We're going to try again tonight, " I replied putting the file back down.

"Good."

With that, Minx wandered back into her office, leaving me with my thoughts.

I waited again that evening for her arrival, only this time dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, the vest hanging on a hook, ignored.

If she showed fine, if not, I wasn't dressed up with no place to go.

After all, the laundry always needs doing.

My attention was distracted by a quiet knock on the door and I opened it to find her waiting, dressed in a dark suit with heels, an expression of pleasure on her face.

"Good evening Michael. May I come in please?"

I held the door open for her as she swept in and settled herself into my rocking chair as naturally as if she owned it.

"This is a very nice chair, " she said contentedly.

"Yes it is. It's a Goodwill special, but nice, " I said reaching for the vest.

"Do you have a coat? It's probably going to get a bit cold where we're going."

"In the car. I'm driving by the way," she explained.

"Then 'Lay on Macduff! ' The depths of the City await," I said.

I made sure our first stop was at an ATM machine for expense money. I wasn't sure how I was going to explain it to McTavish, the auditor, but I was sure I'd come up with something.

As we drove down to the Polkstrasse, I explained my plans for the evening to her.

"I'm assuming you want an overview of the adult businesses in the City, so I thought we'd start with the main area that they're clustered in. At one point I started writing a book about them myself as a tourist guide, then gave it up," I told her as she parked the car.

"So you checked most of the places out. The research must have been fun," she said with a honest grin.

"Expensive too. Have you even been in a strip club before?"

"Not really. My tastes run more to guys than women. Although I have to admit, the way you write about Mistress Minx, makes me want to change sides."

"Tell her that sometime. She'd be amused, " I replied while thinking "If you told her that, she'd have you in her bed in less than a minute".

"Anyway, the girls live on their tips. Now some of these girls are frankly vampyres on the wallet, but you'll also find a few nice girls here who just choose to make a living taking their clothes off."

"I understand that. Part of the story I'm working on is the whys and wherefores," Dominique said. opening her door.

"Never mind the whys and wherefores," I said trying to open my door and finding it stuck.

"I'm sorry," she called walking around and opening the door of the car. "I forgot to tell you that the door lock doesn't work from inside."

"Great, a car that puts you into bondage," I mumbled getting out.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Just reminds me of my old car."

I'm not going to name the place we first entered, but it advertises itself as "THE HOME OF SEX IN AMERICA."

The doorman open the door wide for the two of us and we entered the foyer of the business. A small shop with adult videos was located in on direction and a schedule on the wall announced the show times for the various rooms that jutted off from the central nexus of the building.

"Where would you like to start?" I asked.

"Where is the best place?" was the calm reply.

I indicated the main room that was ahead of us.

"Let's start with the main room and then we can move to the others later."

"All right."

We walked down the hallway to the main room and sat at a table near the edge of the stage area.

The stage was actually one very large shower and at that point it was occupied by a number of women all soaping each other slowly and sensuously while patrons watched.

"Looks like a night in the girls locker room," Dominique observed.

"Wouldn't know myself, " I replied. "I wasn't privy to those secrets."

"It could be interesting at times," was the studied reply as she focussed her attentions on the patrons while I watched the girls.

In time the women rinsed off and flounced off the stage as the MC announced they would be roving through the tables and would be "Happy to show you their stuff."

"If you want a personal interview with any of them just let me know and I'll signal the one you want," I explained at the house lights came up in intensity slightly.

"How do you do that?"

I pulled the wad of twenties out of my pocket and peeled one off.

"By holding Mr. Jackson up."

Dominique shook her head.

"My story, my money. Keep track and I'll reimburse you."

"Do you want to handle the negotiation as well?"

She blushed slightly.

"Sorry. This is your turf not mine."

The girls started coming out from backstage at that point and making their way through the sea of tables and the men waving money.

One tall blonde was signaled by a group of Japanese business men and she quickly took the offered money and sat on their table. Moments later she was masturbating herself in their faces while the men watched.

One red haired girl walked by us with a faint hint of a sneer on her face as Dominique and I watched.

"What's that all about?" Dominique asked as we watched her walk away.

"Seems she doesn't like women," I replied.

"But I do," a soft British voice said from behind us."Would you like a table dance?"

We turned to find a nicely built girl with pale white skin and dark brown hair standing there, a smile on her lips, and a look of amusement in her eyes.

"Actually we might later. Would you be interested in taking to us instead?" I countered.

She looked warily towards one of the bouncers before sitting down.

"I can for a minute or two, then I have to go, " she said.

I excused myself and walked towards the snack bar to pick up a set of drinks and made it a point to speak to the bouncer on my way back to the table.

"You have a problem with the young lady talking with us?" I asked.

He looked at me and then shrugged.

'Hey, as long as she pays, I don't care," he said finally.

"Good. I'm paying her and she can pay you," I replied.

Dominique has already covered two pages with notes by the time I sat down.

The girl took the bottled water gratefully and took a swig.

"Thank you. It's actually hot work being in that shower. I get so dehydrated sometimes."

"Michael, Miranda here tells me that she pays the club for being here, " Dominique said.

"That's generally how it works. The girls are expected to turn over a certain amount of money to the club and they keep the rest. That makes them independent contractors and the club free from paying for medical insurance or Workman's Comp. And the income is off the books for the girls," I explained.

"That stinks."

"Oh no really. It's not that bad, " Miranda protested." I make a couple hundred a night or more. If I wanted to do other things I could make even more money."

"Like what?" Dominique asked.

Miranda looked around the room at the other girls and indicated with a nod of her head to one blond girl in a far corner of the room.

"That's her table. She gets a guy back there and she can do almost anything except fuck him. I won't do that kind of thing."

"That's something else you need to know Dominique. This is a private club under the law. As long as nobody actually has sex in here, it's hard to make a lewd conduct charge stick if the cops want to make an issue of it," I explained. "The City has on occasion considered legalizing prostitution and taxing it, but the idea always dies a quiet death."

Dominique shook her head. At first I thought she was disgusted by the idea, but her next words blew that idea out of my head.

"Some people just don't see the practical advantage for everybody of that idea. The girls get better treatment, the customers have some assurance that they aren't going to get AIDS, and the City increases it's tax base."

I just stared at her for a moment surprised by her attitude.

"Listen, I have to get going, " Miranda said. "Maybe we can talk again later."

With that, she picked up the two twenties on the table and folded them into the cleavage of her bikini and walked away.

"Did you get what you needed?" I asked watching her walk to another table.

"I'm getting some of it. This is big business."

"One of the biggest in the City and one of the most misunderstood, " I agreed.

Dominique finished her drink and got up.

"Let's check out another room, " she directed.

I followed her down the hall to a room with small booths ringing a larger glass enclosure, a door mounted at one end. In the large enclosure were various whips and paddles and lengths of rope. A few small sex toys lay on the padded floor of the room.

"What happens in here?" I was asked.

"We can watch two girls do some light lesbian S/m play," I explained.

"I'd like to see that."

We waited until the lights dimmed and two women came into the room from the far end, one in a leather vest like mine with nothing underneath and the other woman totally naked except for the nipple piercing's and a tattoo of a rose on her ass.

"I don't care much for tattoos on women, " Dominique murmured as we watched the play unfold.

The girl in the vest quickly picked up a rope and tied the other girl to a ring in the ceiling and started flogging her lightly.

I was soon bored having seen better at Sin, but Dominique watched with fascination.

I ran my hand down Dominique's back to her ass and felt her press backwards into it almost eagerly.

I stroked her as she watched the two women and then leaned over and kissed her on the neck.

"No, " she whispered softly. "Bite me."

I nibbled on her and she closed her eyes in pleasure from the feel of my teeth on her skin. I listened to her moans mixed with the moans of the two women who had now started used a double headed dildo on each other.

She opened her eyes and watched the action and then shuddered.

"That's enough please Michael," she said softly.

I released her and regained my control.

I wanted to blush about what I had just done, but I couldn't. It just felt so right with her.

She finished watching the two women and as the lights dimmed led us back into the part of the club where the girls were dancing nude.

"I'd like you to sit here and watch for a bit. I'll be back in a few minutes, " she said.

"Where are you going?" I asked a bit surprised.

"I'll just be a few minutes, " was all she said and walked out.

I tried to concentrate on the girls, but all the while kept thinking of her.

It was almost an hour before she returned and sat down next to me to watch the show.

"Sorry that took so long," she apologized. "I'll try not to let that happen again."

"What were you doing?" I asked trying not to sound as annoyed as I was.

"Just a little research is all. I went backstage and talked to a few people," she explained softly as a girl made her way to where we were sitting and asked if I'd like a lap dance.

"Yes I would," I said agreeably, but seething inside about Dominique abandoning me for an hour.

Dominique just smiled as the girl started rubbing against me in time to the music.

When we left the club, Dominique drove to the Ghirardelli shop at the Square and pushed me into a chair.

"Sit!"

I sat down and waited for her to return to the table with two cups of hot chocolate.

"Now, tell me how you feel about me?" she asked.

"Honestly? I have very confused feeling about you. I've known you for less than a day and I feel as if I've known you for months. I'm annoyed about you leaving me and I was annoyed about last night.

"Dominique, I have trust issues with any woman who makes me feel this way. Every time I try and accept it, I fail. The only woman who I trust completely is Miss Dawes, and that's for reasons you don't need to know.

"I want you Dominique. I want your touch, your taste and your smell. I want to hold you in my arms and make love to you and I can't do that. You're here on business and you don't know me and I don't think you're the kind of a woman who goes for one night stands. And I feel like a fool babbling all about this to you. I'm sorry."

I reached for the chocolate and she stopped me with a touch of her hand.

"Michael, you are a wonderful man. When I first read the Diaries I wanted to believe in them and believe in you and Mistress Minx. When I found out you were really the author and that Mistress Minx did exist I was thrilled.

"But you. Oh Michael, you are as warm and loving in person as the Diaries made you sound."

"I'm a grumpy old walrus with gray hair and bad manners and a lousy attitude, " I countered.

"That too. Especially about yourself. Michael, one night stands aren't my thing. I have a fiancé in New York and I have some pretty strict rules about seeing other men. Not ones he puts on me, but ones I put on myself.

"But that doesn't rule out us being friends, or even playing together someday."

She leaned across the table and kissed me as softly as my wife and Minx did and I sighed in pleasure from her touch.

She took the back of my head and held it as I tried to pull away and then nibbled softly on my lips before releasing me.

"Now, finish your chocolate and I'll drive you home. We can visit a few more places tomorrow night."

She dropped me off in front of my house and I started to go up the walkway, then turned back to face her.

"You will come back again won't you?" I asked plaintively.

She laughed and slipped the black velvet hair band from her hand and handed it to me.

"I have to come back for this you silly boy. Think of me tonight."

I watched the tail lights of her car fade into the fog that was now creeping into the neighborhood and smelled the fabric, absorbing her warm comforting scent into my lungs, then went inside to bed, to sleep, perchance to dream of her.

The next night our expedition took us to some of the adult bookstores in the city where Dominique talked with the clerks and patrons.

Picking up one book she flipped through a few pages and put it back.

"I've never understood why people have to come up with so many words for cock. I mean cock and dick should be enough. But fuck pole? Man meat? What are these people trying to say, " she exclaimed.

"I try to avoid doing that in my writing, " I admitted a bit embarrassed. "But if you haven't noticed, there isn't much overt sex in it either."

"I've noticed that. Why?"

I looked at her without blinking.

"Because I don't get that much. Miss Dawes certainly doesn't like the implication that we're lovers, makes for a poor image. I do sleep alone quite a bit despite my reputation."

"Is that something that bothers you?" she asked.

I was a bit surprised by the question, but decided to answer it anyway.

"Sometimes yes. I like to cuddle at night. Kinda childish, but there you have it."

She reached out and touched my cheek.

"Would you like me to sleep with you?"

I hesitated. Trick question? Considering how I had confessed my desires for her, I was uncertain how to respond.

The dilemma must have showed in my expression because she smiled at me warmly.

"I meant sleep with you. Not make love to you or anything else. Just sleep together, holding each other."

Raise or call.

"Yes, actually I would."

"Good."

We hit a couple more stores and did a few more interviews before heading back towards her car.

I just watched her quietly as we drove back to my house and she led the way to my door as if she had always lived there. In fact, I half expected her to open the door.

She stepped back and I unlocked the door and switched on the lights as she walked in ahead of me.

"I need to use the bathroom, I'll be right back," she said before I could say anything.

Now what really startled me is she knew where it was. She'd never been any farther than the living room before.

She came out of the bathroom a few minutes later and sat down on my futon chair..

"Would you mind helping me with my boots?" she asked.

I sat on the floor next to her and pulled her boots off and set them aside and as my hands touched her feet I felt the chill that had penetrated them.

Without thinking about it I started rubbing her feet and was soon rewarded with a sigh of pleasure as I felt her toes wiggle under my touch.

"That feels very good, thank you," she said stopping me and getting up to look at the video tapes in my wall unit.

"Animaniacs? You like them too?"

"Yes, "I admitted. "Although Pinky and the Brain is my favorite still."

"Are you pondering what I'm pondering?" she quipped.

"I think so Brain. But where are we going to get a duck and a garden hose at this hour?" I replied in character.

She laughed and asked if we could watch the tape.

"Sure, if you want to."

She slipped the tape into the player and indicated I should move to the chair as she sat on the floor at my feet. Soon we were lost in the songs and merriment of the odious operetta HMS Yakko.

As the tape played she reached for her purse and took out her hair brush and started to brush out her hair, dampened by the fog.

I took the brush from her and without thinking started brushing her hair out, feeling the hair soften at each brush stroke, and I was soon lost in the steady rhythm of the stroking.

It was sometime later when I realized the tape was finished and her head was resting against my chest.

I felt as if she had always been there, a part of my life. Impulsively I kissed her and then drew back.

She opened her eyes and I saw the pleasure in them.

"Do that again Michael."

I leaned to kiss her again and she gripped the back of my head and kissed me harder than I had been kissed in years, a kiss of possession, a kiss of ownership.

She released me and got to her feet.

"I think it's time to go to bed," she said and walked away.

I shook myself out of my stupor and after shutting off the lights and the VCR followed her into the bedroom.

She was waiting for me, dressed in a corset that had been concealed under her blouse. She was wearing black silk panties and was laying in my bed on her back thumbing through a collection of short stories by James Thurber.

"I've always liked 'The Secret Life of Walter Mitty' . I loved the film version with Danny Kaye. I think he's terrific," she said putting the book down.

"Some night we can watch the film. I have a copy, " I said undressing and laying down.

She reached back over her shoulder and pulled my arm across her leather clad waist and held me tight against her back.

"Good night Michael," she said and switched off the light leaving me in darkness, huddled against her, the smell of her skin and the warm leather lulling me to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning I was alone in the bed, but not in the room as I could hear someone typing rapidly away on the computer.

I opened one eye slowly and watched her work and then was startled by her words.

"You stop breathing when you sleep. I was concerned about you."

I opened the other eye at that point and sat up.

"And good morning to you too Mi'lady. At least I don't snore."

"Yes you do actually, but not much."

I was stung by the accusation and then relaxed. How would I know anyway?

"Did you sleep at all?" I asked.

"A bit, and I'll take a nap later. I couldn't really sleep last night thinking about the story," she said turning towards me, a smile radiant on her face." It's going very well thanks to you."

"Not me. I'm just having fun helping. And besides, you're helping me with my writing," I replied rolling out of bed.

The phone rang at that moment and like a damned fool I answered it.

"Michael, Hauptman here, " a cheerful voice said.

"Good morning sir, how are you?" I asked.

"I have some new goodies I wanted to tell you about," he said.

Now. I should explain that Eric Hauptman is actually rather well known as an expert on horror movies and also as an expert on Dr. Who. Anytime he says he has some goodies, he has things that nobody else can get their hands on.

He's also an excellent fiction writer, but has been blocked for some while now to his great distress.

Not being able to write is a torture unto itself for him, as well as I.

I watched Dominique as Eric and I discussed his latest acquisitions and then he inquired about my social life.

"Well, actually I have a young lady here right now. Her name is Dominique and she likes cartoons and Danny Kaye."

"Oh really. Then I have a trivia question for her," he said.

I looked at Dominique and explained who I was talking to, then handed her the phone.

An hour later she and Eric finished talking as I came in with breakfast for her.

She handed the phone back and I told Eric I'd talk to him later and hung up. As I did so I felt something I hadn't experienced in a long time.

I was actually jealous of Eric because he spent an hour of my time talking to Dominique.

An hour of my time? Whoa boy. If she wanted to spend an hour talking to Eric, that was her decision, not mine.

But I still felt upset about it. What the hell was the matter with me?

I should feel that way about Minx, not this woman I barely knew.

But I didn't feel that with Minx. Was I really still that unhappy about being released?

"Were you planning on hiding him from me?" Dominique asked as I handed her a plate of bacon and waffles.

"Considering I've only known you a couple of days, I haven't had much of a chance to introduce you to my friends yet, " I commented.

She stopped with the fork halfway to her mouth and looked at me quizzically.

"It's only been a couple of days?" she asked in a serious tone.

"Yes. Seems like we've known each other forever though. Curious, " I said nibbling on a strip of bacon.

"What?" she said, sipping her juice.

"I feel like you seem to know everything about this house, and me. Yet I don't really know anything about you. I haven't even asked."

"What do you want to know?"

"Do you have any family, I guess is the first question."

"Yes, I have a father and a mother. I have eight sisters and my uncle is a painter. He does murals," she said easily.

"And you're a writer. What about your sisters?"

"Oh they're all in the creative arts as well except for two. Singers, dancers, sculptors, painters, poets, musicians. One is a historian and the other is actually an astronomer and that covers my family. Oh and I do have two cats," she twinkled.

"Big family. With that many sisters you must feel like a character in Pirates of Penzance."

"Well, we do not follow the tradition of the eldest must get married first, " she said with a laugh.

"Thank the Goddess for that."

She left for her hotel after breakfast and I cleaned up the kitchen and took a nap to prepare for that evenings adventures.

My nap was interrupted by a phone call from Eric.

"That woman is remarkable!" he exclaimed.

I roused myself from sleep enough to get coordinated and then agreed with him.

"I think so too."

"I've actually written a new short story in the last two hours since I spoke to her."

"Try that again. You what?" I sputtered.

"I broke my writers block. I'll read it to you."

I listened as Eric told me the story.

He was right. The story was a Lovecraftian horror story that I knew would sell in an instant with any of the gothic magazines.

"That's a great story!" I exclaimed at the end.

"And it's all because of her," Eric proclaimed.

"I'm sure she'd be flattered to hear that."

"How long have you known her? I want to know all about her," he said excitedly.

I told him what little I knew about her and he laughed.

"From the way she talks about you, I thought she'd known you for years," he said.

"Feels that way sometimes. Listen, I'll talk to you later Eric. We're working on a writing project for her newspaper and we have some research to do tonight."

"OK, but give her my number please?"

I agreed and hung up.

So she broke Eric's writers block. Interesting. And Minx thought Dominique might help with mine.

Eight sisters. All of them artists in some way except for two.

One historian and one astronomer.

If the historian's name was Clio I was going to be very concerned.

When she returned that evening, she was dressed in a latex dress and wearing an evil smile to go with it.

"I thought we'd check out the fetish clubs tonight," she said.

"If you want to, sure. Where did you want to go?" I asked, knowing the answer.

She raised an eyebrow in amusement before speaking.

"You are going to take me to Sin tonight, " she said flatly.

"I am?" I said in mock confusion.

She reached out and cupped my chin in her hand and looked into my eyes.

I saw the passion that lurked behind her professional facade reflected in her eyes.

She was a tigress waiting to spring on her prey.

"You are, my slave."

"Yes Mistress."

That night at Sin was a reasonably quiet night, quiet for Sin that is. Mei Ling wasn't present nor was Tammi, but Mistress Elaine was there holding court and curled her lip at my arrival with Dominique.

"Yet another new Mistress, Slutboy?" she sneered." Not good enough to be kept by one Mistress are you."

I ignored the implied insult and sat down at a table in the back with Dominique, who just smiled at Elaine's attitude.

"I can see why you weren't flattering when you wrote about her in the Diaries," Dominique said.

"I really try and be fair about what I write. I did my time with a newspaper too, and I try and keep my personal feelings out of the writing," I replied, signaling the waitress.

"But the Diaries are your personal feelings Michael. Perhaps the problem you've had as of late is being too objective."

"Mayhaps," I said offhandedly.

She looked at me oddly.

"Mayhaps?"

"I'm sorry, old Faire expression. It's the same as perhaps."

"I know, but very few people use it. Surprised me a bit."

Mistress Elaine put her slave through his usual paces and I wondered as always how he managed to heal the gashes she left on his back and ass in time for the next week's show.

With Mistress Elaine finished, the stage was empty while the resident slave at Sin who acted as the stage manager cleaned up the sweat, blood and piss from the floor.

"Is she always that way?" Dominique asked as Elaine led her bloodied slave past us and into the dressing room.

"Haven't seen her treat anybody differently yet. Then again, I've never seen her off stage. She might be a very nice girl, but on stage, she's hell on heels."

"I think I'll go talk to her, " she said and stood up.

"Wait a minute, " I said placing my hand on her arm.

She stopped and looked at me and without thinking the expression on her face caused me to remove my hand.

"I suggest you refrain from placing your hand on me in the future without my permission," she said as softly as a viper's hiss.

"Yes Mistress," I said carefully not meeting her eyes.

"I will return in a few minutes. You will wait here."

She walked away towards the dressing room leaving me still shaken by her reaction.

I waited alone with my thoughts as the next show started, this time Master Aran and two of his slave girls doing a rope bondage scene that ultimately resulted in the two women being tied to each other one upside down relative to the other, so that they could eat each other out while Master Aran flogged them.

A few minutes after Master Aran finished and they had left the stage, Dominique returned to the table and suggested we leave. I didn't argue and we walked outside and back to where her car was parked.

She didn't say anything to me as we drove through the streets of the City, just looked at me on occasion as if sizing me up for a roasting pan.

She didn't drive us back to my house or any place that was familiar to me, but instead drove into a older area of the city and pulled to a stop in front of an old Victorian house.

She got out and walked around to open the door for me, and as I stepped out she fastened a set of handcuffs around my wrists in one swift motion.

I started to speak in protest and was stopped by a gentle slap across the face.

"You will not speak until I give you permission, " she said in a gentle rebuke.

I hesitated and then bowed my head.

I was nervous about my situation. I wasn't sure where I was or what she intended to do.

But I knew I could trust her. I didn't know why, but I did.

She led me up the steps and rang the bell. There was a slight hesitation and then I heard the buzz of an electronic lock and the door clicked open.

She walked in and nodded to the young woman who sat at a desk.

"I have a reservation for a room," she said crisply.

The young woman turned to a computer terminal and then nodded.

"Two hours in Room 3. Yes Mistress," the girl confirmed.

"And everything is prepared as I ordered?" Dominique continued.

"Yes Mistress. Room 3 is at the top of the stairs to the left."

I followed Dominique up the stairs and was stopped short of the room by her hand.

"Close your eyes slave. Do not open them again until I tell you," she directed.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of air to calm my nerves.

I heard the door open and was led by my shackled wrists into the room beyond.

The door closed behind us and I heard the click of a lock and then felt her hands unlocking the cuffs.

"Stand still, hands over your head," she snapped.

I stood there and then felt my clothes being removed and the slight chill of the room made me shiver slightly.

"If you think you're shivering now my slave, just wait," I heard her say in amusement.

She re cuffed my hands and I was led a few feet and then felt a chain being attached to the cuffs.

"Spread your legs," she directed.

I did as I was ordered and then felt cuffs attached to them, making me slightly off balance.

"Now slave, you may open your eyes if you like."

I opened then to see Dominique holding a flogger in one hand and a set of nipple clamps in the other.

Looking around I could see very little in the room from the light of the candles that were burning in holders placed around the room. A bondage bed sat against one wall, and a small assortment of whips and paddles was laid out on it.

More disturbing was a strap on dildo harness with a dildo I knew was too large for my tight ass to accept on the table as well.

"First, we'll decorate those little nipples of yours," she said and attached the clamps tightly enough to hold, but not too painfully.

She stepped back to admire her work and then grabbed the back of my head and kissed me deeply. No, that's not quite accurate. She raped me with her tongue, fucking my mouth with it.

"I want you tonight Michael. I want the slave known as M-5 to show himself. Exhibit yourself to me as you would Mistress Minx if she permitted it," she said releasing me.

I thought of Mistress Minx and what she would say to me if she saw me like this and then stopped thinking at all as the flogger descended across my ass sharply.

The blows were measured and even. I started drifting into that fog of pain and pleasure that I so rarely experienced any more.

I stopped caring about the mystery of Dominique, of who and what she was.

I relaxed into the pain and thought only of the pleasure I was giving Mistress, yes Mistress Dominique, with my reactions.

When she stopped I wanted to cry out in disappointment.

She read the expression on my face perfectly and stroked my cheek softly.

"We're not done yet my pet. We have plenty of time. All the time in the world in fact. I know you Michael. I will always be with you, parting and never parted," she said softly and then removed the nipple clamps making me wince in shock.

She sucked my nipples gently and then I felt her teeth clamp around my right nipple as if trying to pierce it with her teeth.

"Arrgh," I moaned as she released her bite and then took my cock in her hand, teasing it with her nails.

Her touch caused me to spasm and my cock started getting erect.

"It is alive. I thought it was dead for awhile there," she teased.

I tried to ignore her touch and control my erection and failed miserably to my blushing embarrassment.

"Why are you blushing slave? I like seeing you get aroused," Mistress Dominique said.

"It bothers Mistress Minx," I whispered.

"No it doesn't Michael. She likes seeing you aroused, but she can't do anything for you. That bothers her, not your arousal."

I started to argue and then held my tongue. Damn it, she'd been right about everything else so far, why not that?

Mistress Dominique cupped her hand around my balls and squeezed gently making me even more erect and then released them, going to the table and selecting a long leather strip, which she then used to bind my cock and balls tightly.

She pinched the head of my cock with her nails and then stepped behind me and stroked my ass softly. Her finger soon found it's way into my ass hole and I moaned and thrust myself against it in arousal. The strap on dildo laying on the table didn't seem so much a threat as a reward now I was so turned on and relaxed.

She removed her finger from my ass and shoved it into my mouth forcing me to suck it.

"You are nice and clean back there slave. Do you want your ass fucked, or perhaps something else?" she offered.

I sucked on the finger like a nursing animal and she withdrew it.

"You need something to suck, is that it? We can do that," she smiled.

She strapped on the dildo and then hesitated before coming back to where I stood bound and helpless.

"There's something missing, but I can't quite place it," she announced staring at me intently.

I shifted position uncomfortable and she walked back and released my hands and pushed me down into a kneeling position.

"That's what's missing!" she said looking at my face, and then picked up her purse from where it was laying on a chair.

A moment later she was putting lipstick on the head of her rubber cock and forcing it between my lips, holding my head with one hand as she thrust forward.

I took it deep into my mouth, tasting the lipstick and the rubber, my eyes watering from the effort of sucking it.

I wanted it in my mouth, Goddess I wanted it. I wished it could cum in my mouth to please her, that was all I wanted, was to please her at that moment.

Looking up as she thrust herself into my mouth I could see the pleasure on her face at my submission and the desire in her burning even hotter, a raging inferno of lust, lust directed at me and my submission.

I choked and she withdrew the cock from my mouth and unstrapped it, throwing it aside. She unlocked the leg spreaders and then pulled me to my feet by the lash bound to my aching cock, pushing me onto the bondage bed after sweeping all of the toys to the floor with a clatter.

She mounted my face and I smelled her hot wetness and the smell of latex mixed with the leather of the corset she wore under the dress.

"Lick me slave, lick me through my panties," she demanded.

I started licking and sucking at her panties, gnawing like an animal at them, sucking her divine juices through the filtering material that blocked me from putting my tongue into her wet desirable cunt.

Even without my being able to lick her directly, she shuddered and I tasted her orgasm as it seeped onto my face.

She untied the lash from my cock and balls and I felt her start to stroke me, playing with my cock and I continued my frenzied attempts to put my tongue in her.

She raised herself from my face and slid off me, releasing my cock from her grasp and ordered me to kneel on the bed.

I did and she stripped the dress off and unlaced the corset, showing me her wonderful breasts and smooth belly.

"Now my slave, cum on me. Shoot your seed across me. Cum for me and show me your lust!" she demanded laying before me.

I masturbated for her, I rubbed the head of my cock across her smooth skin, I teased myself for her amusement and then as I was about to cum she stopped me.

"Start again slave. I want you to cum right here," she said tapping her navel." If it goes anywhere else, I'll punish you."

I released my cock and tried to calm myself, but the smell of her and the leather was too much and I had only stroked myself for a few seconds before I cried out and shot my load across her belly, the majority of it landing as she had directed, into her belly button.

She grabbed my head and pulled it down.

"Lap it all up slave, taste your own cum. Get every drop of it because I don't want it staining my leathers," she instructed.

I sucked my bittersweet cum from her belly and tongued up the spatters from her skin, making sure I didn't miss a trace of my own seed.

As I finished and started to pull away, she pulled me to her side and held me against her and kissed my skin softly.

"You are a good slave Michael. If Mistress Minx could only experience what you can do for her...," she sighed.

If only I could tell her that Mistress Minx had, that once we had been intimate, but that was long ago or so it seemed.

Mistress Minx did know what she was missing. And for the first time I realized that she might be hurting from it's lack as well. She knew what was inside me and was helpless to do anything about it. Her empathy made her as vulnerable as mine did.

I blinked back the tears and forgot my own unhappiness with the situation, for the first time seeing through Minx's eyes and feeling her pain and loss.

"Thank you Mistress," I murmured.

There was a soft chime and Mistress Dominique released me.

"It's time for us to get cleaned up and go Michael," she said.

"So soon?" I said sitting up.

"So soon." she agreed.

A few minutes later she pulled up to my house and then got out and opened my door for me.

"Do you want to meet tomorrow night for more research? " I asked trying not to sound over anxious.

"I don't think so. I need a couple of nights to get my notes in order to finish it," she said after a moment of thought.

"All right. Let me know when you're ready." I agreed, trying to mask my feelings.

She started to walk away and then stopped and turned back to face me.

"Michael .... "

"Yes Mistress?"

She smiled for a moment.

"I'll call you soon."

She got in the car but before she started it I asked her one final question.

"Dominique, what is the name of your sister? Any one of them?"

She looked startled for a moment and then laughed softly as she started the car.

"My given name isn't Dominique, it's Erato. And you should be able to figure out the names of all my sisters from that alone."

She drove into the night leaving me with a puzzle to solve and a happier heart.

I haven't seen her since. I checked with the Publisher and she did return to work, but only long enough to resign. The story never appeared, at least not that I saw or heard about it.

I suppose she decided to strike out on her own as a writer.

After all, it's a family tradition with her that goes back two thousand years.

And she did give me the clue to find the names of her sisters.

Perhaps you can figure it out yourself for your own a-muse-meant.

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