PainLove - Bk. 04 - Ch. 29-33

Chapter 29

The doorbell rang while Rob and Michelle were talking. Cathy called them down to eat the dinner they'd ordered in. Rob quickly dressed in stockings and maid's uniform, deciding to wear even a bra this evening.

After dinner, Rob cleared away the dishes then went upstairs. Half an hour later, Michelle came up to change. After she was dressed in a corset, stockings and leather short-shorts, she called him into her room. Opening her travel beauty case, she took out some lipstick, eye-shadow and mascara and started to apply some light make-up on his face. When she was done, Rob's face was somewhat more feminine. She didn't exaggerate it, not enough to draw attention, just a bit more protection from quick glances. Anyone who spent the time to look at his face closely was sure to see he wasn't a woman after all.

"You seem to be okay with the butt plug now," Michelle observed.

"Oh, I took it out. Not going to pile a bunch of new things together, are we?"

Michelle said nothing. She disapproved of him taking an action like this without at least consulting her. According to Helena's plans the plug would be part of his uniform for all visits to clubs like this. Rob ignored her silence, he felt no reason to defend his decision. He'd learned a lot in the past few days. He'd had been fun, to be sure, but it also had a lot to take in.

Since Rob had no idea where they were going, Michelle drove his car. He liked sitting in the passenger seat. It was easier to make himself comfortable, his bum still uncomfortable if he stayed in one position too long. He'd been hit a lot over the past few days. He had a clear view of Michelle's long legs, clad in dark hose and black boots.

After about an hour they were driving through an area of industrial estates. It seemed to Rob she was familiar with their route. He understood they were in the outskirts of Northampton, but didn't know exactly where she was taking them. Michelle turned from a main road onto a side street, a high wall soon appeared along the side of the street. She quickly reached iron gates in the wall, standing open. She turned to drive through the gate, stopping at a newer gate inside the wall. She pulled to a box and punched a code into the keypad. A motor hummed as the gate rolled off to the side. She drove further into the area surrounded by the high walls.

Rob said nothing to Michelle, but he recognized the place, the reverse view from his departure. This was the location of the horrible scene with Iris, after he'd been kidnapped. He said nothing, but quietly took a deep breath to calm himself. He had no reason to doubt Michelle's good will, he told himself. He decided to simply stay alert.

Another gate attached to a fence between two buildings opened as they approached it. Behind the fence there were guards, dressed all in black and holding the leashes of alert watchdogs. Michelle explained it was mainly for show, but the security did help assure there would be no intruders. She turned left, through an open warehouse door and parked inside the building. Rob recognized the expensive cars parked indoors from his last visit: a Bentley and a Rolls Royce, a few Jaguars, Italian sports cars and dozens of Mercedes and BMWs.

Michelle escorted Rob across the parking area to a set of double doors in the wall. Once through those doors, they were in a vestibule at the event venue. The entry was dark, uninviting. The only light was diffused over the wall above the doors before them. Michelle took his hand, leading him up a few steps to a double, wooden door with a lighted doorbell beside it. Michelle pressed the button. After a tiny delay the doors swung inward. At a glance, the place looked like a hotel lobby, the lighting not bright but satisfactory.

Looking around slowed his steps. Michelle misinterpreted his slower pace. "Come, Rob. Don't hesitate." Tugging at his hand, she led him inward. The doors closed behind them. To their left, a woman dressed in black approached them to take care of their coats. She wore a long black skirt and a blue satin blouse, the buttons left open to her waist, leaving exposed the lacy push-up bra giving her a deep cleavage. She handed their coats to a woman behind the counter, dressed in a French maid costume similar to how Rob was dressed. He looked at her, wondering if this was a woman or man like himself. He saw no hints; the maid didn't look up, didn't speak at all.

The woman in satin was looking him over. As soon as he looked back to her, she turned her attention to Michelle. "Hello, Michelle." The two ladies exchanged kisses on the cheek.

"Sarah, I'd like to introduce Rob. He is my guest tonight, here just to look around and learn."

Sarah offered him her hand and Rob didn't know anything else to do but to give her a slight kiss on her fingers.

"Aren't you well-mannered!" Sarah was delighted.

"He can be, when he's in the right mood." Michelle replied with a touch of irony. She'd seen him worse in recent weeks.

"Well, I won't keep you. Do enjoy your visit, Rob, and don't hesitate to ask me if you have any questions. I'll be here at the desk all night."

"Thank you, ma'am." Rob remembered to speak politely.

Beyond the coat check, the foyer was larger than he'd expected from the exterior. Along the wall there was seating, a few doors led to other rooms. In the center was a stair, looking much like the grand staircase of an expensive hotel, leading up to large glass door. As Michele and Rob went up the stair, Rob could begin to see through the glass doors people socializing, some holding drinks.

Michelle waited for Rob to open a door for her. This room looked like a hotel bar, except larger. The room was filled with people dressed in all kinds of outfits. Some of the people were clearly Masters or Mistresses, others were obviously their bottoms, slaves or subs. Whatever, Rob thought, they were all here because they wanted to be.

Michelle was greeted immediately upon entering. In contrast Rob was ignored completely. He got some curious looks, but no one spoke to him; they all saw Michelle's collar and evidently it was enough to prevent even questions.

On the left was the bar, with a woman bartending. A waitress was serving the guests. These two people were dressed ordinarily, as if working in a hotel bar. At the far end were large windows, running ten or twelve feet tall from floor to ceiling. Rob walked over to the windows. There he saw what he had expected: the windows overlooked a lower area with all kinds of devices erected. Some were unfamiliar, others he knew all too well: X-crosses, whipping benches, all kinds of examination chairs, several thrones on which Mistresses or Masters were sitting to receive homage from slaves. People were scattered all over the huge room, busy doing their own thing. Some appeared to following orders from another who stood over them. Others appeared to be getting instruction.

As Rob looked over the spectacle below, Michelle came to stand next to him.

"You may bring us some refreshments." She spoke in a quiet voice. "Please bring me coffee, you can take whatever you like provided it's not alcoholic, alcohol is allowed only to those who remain up here in the lounge. I will take you down to the floor for a tour in a few minutes."

From the way she spoke to him, Rob suddenly realized Michelle didn't want to be overheard by other people. She was doing him a favor, he in turn was obliged to protect her status and defer to her as in the normal Mistress slave relationship. It was odd she hadn't made it plain. It was obvious now; everybody knew her as the most feared Mistress, the one who demanded the most from her slaves and subs, the one who taught BDSM. No doubt there were men here who would crawl at her feet, kiss her boots, worship the ground she walked on. Those men were powerful in their normal life, it wouldn't be proper for them to see Rob meant more to her than all these, more influential men.

Rob dipped his slowly head down, then back up. "Yes, Mistress." His words earned him a quick smile and a nod from Michelle. He went to the bar and ordered two coffees.

He dared to ask her, "you're not a top or bottom or whatever?"

She gave him a smile, pouring the coffee into two cups on a tray. "No, darling, I just have a job to do. I'm involved in these games. Although, now I've seen them, I'm more curious. You're new here?" She and passed the tray across the bar.

"My first visit. Observe and learn, my Mistress says."

A tall woman clad as a strict Mistress stepped beside him. "Are you allowed to talk to just anyone like this?" Her voice was accusing, as though she had caught him misbehaving.

Rob took an instant to suppress his anger. "Mistress, I have permission to speak with the people here."

"Stop it, I don't like it. Speak to no one."

Rob held her eyes, letting several seconds of silence passed before answering. "Mistress, I have no wish to offend you. I'm just having a polite conversation with this bartender. Please do not concern yourself." He turned his back on the Mistress and gave his attention to the bartender, who had followed their conversation with a certain amusement.

The Mistress who had spoken to him walked away rapidly.

The bartender gave him a warning. "You can get into trouble for speaking that way."

Rob smiled. "The worst that can possibly happen is I'm told to leave and never return. I would accept outcome." Thanking her, he carefully lifted the tray and walked back to Michelle. Threading his way through the tables he saw someone sitting at a table with some fellow Masters casually move his foot out in Rob's path. Rob stopped, looked at him coolly. "Your pardon, Sir." He waited until the foot was moved back out of his way.

"Thank you, kind Sir." He took care to have his tone show he was playing along, not serious.

The other men at the table laughed but Rob saw the one who'd blocked his way turn angry.

He continued on unhurriedly. It took but a few steps more to reach Michelle, who watched his arrival with a hint of a smile. "I saw you made a friend."

"He's lucky. My first impulse was to accidentally put a spiked heel into his foot." He grimaced. "It's clear the people here are wealthy and powerful, they're rude enough." When he first entered this room he trusted no harm would be done to him. He could see now dressing as he was made him a target him, inviting random abuse. He didn't think he would tolerate much of it.

This was not how Michelle had hoped things would go. She had thought by giving him a task, he would take on a bit of humility, but the opposite had happened. Now they had to leave the area soon, before things got out of hand.

Too late, she thought, when she saw a Master approach with the Mistress from the bar leading the way.

"This is the offender," she heard her say to the Master.

The master introduced himself as one of the wardens for the day.

"This lady complains this person had spoken and behaved impolitely to her. She asks for a punishment."

Rob stepped in front of Michelle, speaking to the Warden. "I'm here to learn and observe. I am permitted to ask questions. I have no obligation to silence myself because a stranger commands it."

"I'm not speaking to you, for this impertinence I shall give you 10 lashes with my whip!"

Before Michelle could speak, Rob answered. "I am here with just one mistress. Submitting to one person does not mean I submit to any others at a whim. Start using your whip on me, sir, and see how I respond."

Michelle put a hand on Rob's elbow and spoke to the warden. "Before you say anything further, the behavior of this so-called mistress was out of line. She has no right to interfere with him whatsoever. Every mistress here is expected to know my collar on sight, showing Rob is here under my sole authority. Anyone who offends me will experience my anger. I'm sure you understand there are few ways to faster offend a mistress than to interfere with my how I train a submissive."

The Mistress suddenly excused herself and left, shaking her head.

"I'd like to lodge a complaint about the foul manners of that man, there," she said, gesturing at the man, still red-faced, who was watching them. She quickly summarized what she'd seen.

"I'll have a word with him, Mistress Michelle. I'm sorry I even bothered you about your sub's behavior, I didn't think it important, but the Mistress was insistent." He looked at Rob, who gazed at him with a hostile look, then nodded his head. "You know I respect your judgment, Mistress, but this one does not seem ready for an event like this."

"He is engaged to marry the Black Mistress. He is here, at her request, and under my protection. I can't imagine you needing any further explanation.

"Let me give you some advice: before you approached us, you should have spoken to the bartender first. She witnessed the conversation between Rob and that mistress. If he had behaved badly, I'm pretty sure she would have backed the mistress up. I see everything my charge does. All I saw was her giving him a smile as they exchanged a few words. I'm pretty sure he offended the mistress, I know full well how he can be rude, but I also saw the event began with her inappropriate attack. You are dismissed."

As soon as he left, Rob said, "you mentioned the 'Black' Mistress; this is the name Helena uses when she visits here?"

"Yes. You would have found out sooner or later anyway. She's always dressed in black."

Rob was puzzled. "Always? When does she come here? She never mentioned this place to me. As far as I know she's always home with me, unless she's attending to her business..."

Suddenly the understanding came to him. "When she travels on a business trip, she's here?"

"She's here, oh, eight times a year. If it gets late, she may stay in one of the suites in the back. If you've seen her taking more than eight business trips, then she isn't coming here every time. This is the place where I met her for the first time."

"She always told me she was new to all this, she was just beginning to like it. It's not true, is it?"

"Call it withheld information. I suspect she didn't want to scare you off. In fact she's quite an experienced mistress. So, yes, for your benefit she pretended to be new to all this." She tilted her head. "Let me ask you, if you had known about all this, would you have proposed to marry her?"

"After my debacle with Jenny, with Marion? Not likely!"

"There you go. So can you really blame her, not telling you everything?"

"I guess not. But it's come out and it isn't her telling me. Better if she'd told me, instead of hearing it from - others."

He was angry now. Again a secret revealed, another lie exposed when she'd just told him she'd shared everything with him. "You mentioned you met her here. You already knew her when you and I met, I imagine?"

"Yes. When I met you the first time, I didn't know you had a relationship with her, I knew only Cathy was training you. Then, after you introduced me to Helena, as soon as we had a private moment she filled in the details for me. She asked me not to tell you I knew her, the reason should be obvious to you. She thought at the time, perhaps she still thinks, you aren't yet ready to know everything."

"I wonder what knowing everything will entail." One thing bothered Rob. He'd written off so much of what she'd done to inexperience. He thought of all the things he'd been through, the humiliation, the physical pain, the heartache. He stopped and stared out the window into the dim lighting above the dungeon, working to press back the anger trying to fill his mind.

"Rob, I am sorry you had to hear it this way. I said it without thinking. Please don't be too hard on her, I told you the reason why. It would be best if you behave as if you don't know, let her reach the point she is prepared to tell you."

Rob didn't respond, thinking he should have suspected something sooner. He'd kept asking Helena if there was more, she'd kept saying there wasn't, but his intuition was right. He should have noticed Michelle and Helena were comfortable with each other too quickly. It was all a performance, to hide the fact Helena was already an experienced Mistress.

Chapter 30

Rob stood at the window, looking out but looking at nothing as his mind churned over this new information. After a few minutes his attention went down to the activities on the floor. In many cases there were just two or three people in a scene. Some of the stations had a few people wathcing. There was a bigger crowd at one end, off to the left. Rob could see a man and a woman were being lashed. He knew it was not too severe, but still painful. Both the man and the woman were each tied to a single, long whipping bench. They faced each other, each could see their partner. Two mistresses, holding leather straps, whipped the two victims.

He could not see the mistresses well, they were both wearing masks. Both mistresses wore leather; the one in red whipped the woman, the mistress in black whipped the man.

The mistress in black.

Michelle, talking to another Mistress, had her back to Rob. She didn't see him start toward the stair down to the floor, his steps more masculine than feminine. Quickly descending, he entered the area where all the activity took place. It took him little time to join the crowd watching the man and woman being lashed.

The lashes were creating red stripes on their backs. Each new stripe they got was met with a soft moan, but still they kept looking at each other. Love in their eyes, they were encouraging each other. A woman dressed like him explained in a low voice the lashing would continue until one of them used their safe word.

Suddenly the crowd began to murmur and spread out, some turning to leave. Clearly, one of them had finally safe worded.

With the crowd thinning, Rob could move forward. Standing just before the platform he heard a familiar voice. "You were both brave. You shall both have your reward."

The man was hard. Helena, Rob knew the black mistress had to be Helena, kissed the man on his mouth and then she softly stroked the man's dick with her gloved hands until he came. He spurted his cum on her gloves. She turned and offered her gloved hand, now covered with cum, to the woman, who eagerly licked it off.

Marion, nobody else could have been the mistress in red, had done something similar to the woman, she brought her wet fingers to the man and pushed them to his mouth, which he in his turn eagerly licked off.

Michelle noticed him step away from the window but assumed he would just walk to work off his tension as she had seen him do before. This place was scary, intentionally so for submissives. She asked herself again if it was a good idea to bring him here; Helena had wanted to do it, but she doubted it was to be this soon. No, she decided, it was not a good idea to expose him to other people here.

She glanced around the lounge area. Not seeing him, she scanned the crowd below to see if he had descended. There he was, not in the lounge but out on the floor, going to the new whipping bench for couples. She stiffened when she was who was doing the whipping. She'd had no idea Helena would be here tonight. With quick steps, she moved to catch up with Rob.

Rob stood before the bench as the others around him left, thinking about what he'd witnessed. At first, he thought he was upset he'd seen Helena kissing another man, giving him a hand job - it was the last thing he would have expected from her! He soon realized the details of the night paled in comparison to discovering she had such status at a place like this.

The black mistress was simply watching as two assistants were releasing the couple from their bonds. He went up to her, it was clear she didn't recognize him. He gave a small curtsy. "Will it please Mistress if I attend her for discussion, Monday afternoon?"

Helena's eyes reacted in shock to his familiar voice, but the rest of her gave away no indication she recognized his voice. Just as Rob had preserved the illusions of their setting, she did as well. "Monday afternoon will please me." She turned away.

As Rob left, he paused in front of the red mistress. He gave another curtsy, then spoke softly. "Marion, it's good to see you and Helena are still in contact." Rob walked on. Had he waited he'd have seen Marion drop her whip, then pick it up, flustered.

Michelle caught up with him just as he reached the stair. "Rob, I'm sorry, I'd not have brought you here if I'd know Helena would be here as well."

"It's fine, I'll talk to her on Monday."

"Are you okay?

"I'm done." He went up the stair. Michelle followed, a few steps behind.

Half-way up the stair, something fell right in front of her. She picked it up to see it was her collar. "Rob!" She called after him, but he did not stop.

Stepping off the stair into the lounge, she saw him again. He was going straight toward the exit. Suddenly the master who had bothered Rob as he brought her coffee stepped into Rob's path. "No collar now. Makes you fair game, doesn't it?"

Rob stopped and looked him in the eye. "I'll tell you what, let's go out on the floor, any station you want, I'll submit to you. Show me what you're good at."

The man sneered. "I don't go down there. I'm not interested in you."

"Of course not, you're just a wanker, the kind of man the mistresses and masters who actually do things detest. For you, this place is just another nightclub, with a stranger floor show than most. Mistresses like Iris hated wankers like you."

"You know nothing about a mistress of Iris' caliber."

"I see Iris quite a lot these days."

"Bollocks! I should just settle your hash here and now."

"My Lord, let tell you something, as a simple courtesy. When I spoke to you before, I was a man in a dress, trying to be polite. There's been a change. Now I'm an angry man in a dress. I must confess, a little activity would suit me nicely. Please do settle my hash, would you oblige? I'd dearly love to have you start something. It would help me blow off some steam."

The master's bravado faded. "You're bothering me, go away."

"As you wish, wanker."

Rob turned and nearly bumped into another Warden, who had come over when he'd seen the confrontation. Rob was startled to see who it was: the man whose arm he'd broken. Without even thinking, he asked. "Is your arm okay now?"

"It's fine, I just -" The Warden stopped. "I thought you were here for the first time, how do you know about my arm?"

"Give it a minute, you'll recognize me."

The Warden's jaw dropped. "Good God!" Then he returned to his role for the night. "I don't know how you got in here, but we'll permit no trouble tonight."

"Just one thing: tell this wanker who I am."

"He broke my arm, Master, the night he beat up Iris."

Taking Rob's arm the Warden began to guide him to the exit. "What on earth are you doing here?"

"I only just learned why. I came here to call off my engagement."

Michelle caught up with them. She took charge of Rob, promising the Warden she would escort him out.

She started in scolding Rob. "This isn't a common pub, we don't have fights."

Rob's was amused. "I wasn't starting a fight. I daresay we could have gone fifteen more minutes without him doing anything more than talk."

"You frightened him with two words. You called my 'My Lord.' Hes a Law Lord. I've been in his court."

Once they were in the car and driving out the gate, Rob said, "Did you know this is where I was brought when Iris had me kidnapped?"

Michelle sighed. "I knew, but I didn't think you'd recognize it. It's been closed and changed completely since then."

"The interior is all new. The exterior, I recognized it when we turned in. I remember the cars parked in the warehouse, as I was being driven out I saw these same the gates and tall stone walls."

"Rob, what did you mean when you said you were done?"

"I'm done with training, I'm done with this scene. It's why I took off the collar, I'm done with it all. I'll never go into a dungeon again, I just have no need for it. I just told Helena we're going to talk Monday afternoon"

"What will you say to her?"

"I'm going to say goodbye."

That night, for the first time since returning to Michelle's, Rob went to the bed in his room to sleep alone. In the middle of the night, Michelle slipped in beside him. He responded by getting out of bed, going downstairs to sleep on her couch.

Rob awoke Sunday morning to the sound of ladies talking in Michelle's library.

He heard Michelle's voice. "You should have told me."

"I protected you. This way, I'm the only one Helena can blame and she can't do much to me about it," Iris replied.

Cathy was still trying to catch up. "What happened last night?"

Rob surprised all three of them by answering as he entered the library, wrapped in his blanket. "Helena was the Black Mistress at the club last night, I recognized her. I said hello to Marion, too."

Michelle looked worried. "Now I'm in an awkward situation. It's my fault Rob knows all this."

"No, it isn't," Iris insisted. "It's my fault." She turned to Rob. "Helena will be very vindictive toward whoever arranged for her secret to be revealed. When you speak with Helena, it's very important you tell her Michelle didn't know what was planned for last night. Tell her Michelle was upset to discover Helena was there for you to see. She truly was surprised, you know. If Helena wants details, say it was I was who wanted your club visit to be last night."

Cathy asked, "what was revealed?"

Rob answered. "There is a disused factory site on the edge of Northampton. Helena owns it and there is a BDSM club there. Helena isn't just the landlord, she's an expert mistress who does demonstrations there."

Cathy was astonished. "She what?" Clearly, Cathy was not in on the secret either. Inexplicably, it made Rob feel better.

"Rob, what will you do now?" Iris asked, kindly.

"I'll have something for breakfast then shower."

Michelle wanted to join him in the shower, but he declined her company. Cathy was sitting on his bed when he came back from his shower, but he shooed her out and closed the door. When he came out, he was wearing male clothes. He took nothing with him when he left.

Chapter 31

It was a beautiful afternoon in early autumn when Cathy came out of her office with her last patient of the day. Someone was in her waiting area, reading the Financial Times, but she focused on her patient until she was out the door. When she returned to her waiting area, the newspaper was on the chair. The man standing there, his full beard the same color as his brown hair, a cautious smile on his face. He seemed familiar.

"I'm sorry to come without warning, Dr. Mahan and I'll understand if I'm not welcome." Cathy responded by rushing to him, throwing herself into his arms and dropping her face to his shoulder. The voice was unmistakably Rob Graham. She was surprised at how easily tears came to her eyes.

"That shows it." Rob murmured. He guided Cathy to sit, gave her his handkerchief and helped her compose herself. "How have you been?"

"Lonely, very lonely. I'd like to say it's your fault, but I know it isn't." She drew a deep breath. "After you left Helena, I had no reason to socialize with her. I've dropped back into my isolated life, seeing almost no one but my patients and my neighbors."

He took her hand.

"Why are you here, Rob?"

"I'm here to ask you to have dinner with me tonight, at a new restaurant in Milton Keynes I've been wanting to try."

"Why not dinner at your place?"

"My place is too far to go for dinner. I'm living in Durham at present."

"Durham? Why would you go to Durham?"

"You just showed me why. I went where no one would think to look for me. Also, it's a university town."

Helena realized how much time had passed. "Oh, my god! Rob, it's your return to talk to Helena after four months, isn't it?"

"It has been four months, yes, but I am here to talk with you."

Cathy didn't want to drive to a restaurant. They ended up agreeing to just walk down to the pub in the village center.

Walking over, Cathy had a thought. "Where are the dogs?"

"My neighbor is seeing to them. I expect to return quite soon."

Over dinner they began to talk about Helena and his decision. "I've spent my four months making a list of the stupid or inappropriate things Helena has done. It isn't short."

"Describe one to me."

"Just one? Okay, um, well this one stands out. You recall how a session with Michelle somehow became a prerequisite to becoming engaged to Helena?"

"Yes."

"The whole thing made no sense, it was so contrived. The BDSM wasn't very severe, it was like they were just going through a formality. They said it was recorded, did you see the video after?"

"No, I think the way it ended made editing and burning a disk less desirable than they'd thought."

"And the questions. So many questions inappropriate to the setting. Somehow, thinking I'd be more honest and open when I'm naked in front of a stranger, one who'd been beating me."

"What was the most inappropriate question?"

He paused for a minute. "I think it had to be whether I'd father someone's baby. It's topic for discussion between adults, not during BDSM."

Cathy wasn't sure how to feel. Much of what she wanted depended on getting him back together with Helena. "So, what about between two adults?"

"Any time."

"Did they tell you who wanted the baby?"

"I never let them tell me, I was too busy refusing to discuss it under those conditions. After, I cut off anyone eager to tell me."

"Rob, it was - it was me. I wanted a baby with you."

Rob wrapped his hands around hers. "I've taken the time to think it through. Cathy, I'll be happy to be the father to your child. But I do mean the father. That's the condition: I must marry you."

"Rob, how can you say this? You and Helena ...."

"Helena and I agreed yesterday it wasn't going to work. We parted in friendship. She sent me to you, telling me it was you who wanted a child. I already thought it was you." He slipped out of his chair and down onto one knee. Somehow a ring had appeared in his hand and he was presenting it to her. "Cathy, would you do me the great honor of becoming my wife as well as my mistress?"

Cathy had no idea what to say. "Don't ask yet. We've more to talk about."

"I don't need to talk." How could Rob sound so calm at a time like this? "Helena had a claim on me, I did love her, but I've known for a long time I loved you more than her. I've seen plainly, for that same long time, you love me more than Helena loves me. What is there to discuss?"

Cathy was getting flustered. Rob hadn't risen from his knee, his hand was still extended, presenting the ring. It looked like the others in the pub were starting to watch. "We must speak to my mother first."

Rob raised an eyebrow, but at least he returned to his chair. "Okay. How far must we go and when can we start?"

Cathy pulled out her mobile. "Hi! Can I drop by in ten minutes? Something to discuss with you. Good, thanks." She rang off and turned her attention back to Rob. "Thank you for dinner, we can start now."

Rob went to the bar to make sure he was settled up. The barman gave him a wink. "It's not going as you intended, is it?"

Rob gave him a confident smile. "Oh, I'll convince her."

Cathy sent a text message as they walked. She confused Rob by going right past her house, instead turning into the next one.

Rob said, "I've been here before. I met your neighbor, Christina, wasn't that her name? She gave me a petticoat. Why are we going there now?"

Cathy just smiled as they went up the path leading the Christina's door. The door opened as soon as they reached the steps. There stood Christina, a welcoming smile on her face.

"Hello, my dear," She gave Cathy a kiss on each cheek as she passed through the front door. She turned back to greet Rob.

"Hello, Christina. We've met before. Cathy wants us to see you again." Cathy saw he seemed flustered, in the pub he'd been almost too comfortable for a marriage proposal. "I must admit I'm not sure why."

"It's Roberta, isn't it?"

"In truth, my name is Robin. Please call me Rob."

Cathy's eyes lingered on him, just for a second, before she leading him into the living room, where a tray held tea service and plates of cake. Cathy took Rob by the arm and sat him beside her on the couch. Christina sat opposite to them, still smiling.

She poured them tea and offered them cake.

"You have no idea, do you, Rob?" asked Cathy.

"I don't see why we're here. Christina, no offense, but Cathy brought me here when she had me expecting a different destination. Since we've met before, I am a little confused."

"She gave you a petticoat, didn't she?" Cathy turned to Christina for confirmation." Purple, wasn't it?"

"Yes dear, it was purple. A color you and I both liked very much."

"Rob, the petticoat belonged to me. You wore my old petticoat," Cathy explained.

"Christina, you said it was your daughter's?"

"Yes my daughter, Cathy, wore the petticoat before I gave it to you." Both women laughed at the look of surprise on Rob's face.

"Rob, I must formally introduce you to my mother, Christina Mahan,"

Rob looked from Christina to Cathy and back. "I'm sorry, when I was introduced to youas her neighbor, I thought there were only a few years difference in age."

"Sweet of you to say that." Christina gave him a smile. "The difference is nineteen years, to be exact.

"I was very young, when I had Cathy. My husband, her father, died in a car crash when Cathy was only six years old. It was a terrible shock, even more for Cathy than for me. Cathy required a lot of guidance through her teenage years. Because they helped her so much, she observed how strong psychiatrists and psychologists could be, healing and empowering. She decided to become one herself and that is what she is now, a professional psychiatrist, helping others."

Rob took Cathy's hand and gave her a smile.

Christina smiled as well. "I'm really so glad you met her."

"I'm glad too. In fact, I'm here to ask you a question about her. Christina, may marry your daughter?"

She sat back a bit in her chair, her smile quickly fading. "My, that was direct."

"Cathy will tell you I'm not at all subtle."

Cathy chuckled.

"Cathy, dear, you know you don't need my permission. You're certainly old enough to decide for yourself. If you approve of him then I certainly will."

"In truth, Mother, he was down on his knee in the pub and I needed an excuse to get him off his knee. I got more time to think. Now at least we're in a more private setting."

"Oh, Cathy, I'm sorry I put you on the spot. I was selfishly thinking about how I wanted it to turn out. How much time do you need?"

"I have one more question before I'll answer: what about Helena?"

Rob nodded, took out his mobile and tapped the screen just a few times.

Just a few seconds later, Cathy's mobile rang. She looked at the screen, gave Rob an odd look and answered. "Hello, Helena." She listened for a few minutes, murmuring "uh huh" or "yes" a few times. "Okay, perfectly clear, thank you. Helena - thank you very much."

She rang off and turned to Rob. "You texted her, but I didn't see you typing a message."

"I'd already composed the message, I just had to click send," Rob said. "We knew you'd ask, she was waiting tonight for my text."

Christina wanted to understand. "Okay, so what about Helena?"

"Rob and Helena were engaged. Rob broke it off a few months ago. Helena just called me to say she and Rob are friendly but they've agreed a marriage would not work. She wishes us happiness together."

Rob took her hand again. "Dear, if you want more time to think, I'll be happy to give you as much time as you wish. But I am very eager for your answer to my question. I am likely to reappear often, asking again."

"I'm ready to answer."

Rob got down on one knee. Once again Cathy noticed again a ring seemed to appear between his thumb and forefinger. Had he been holding it the entire time? She hadn't seen him reach into a pocket. "Cathy, my dear, would you do me the great honor of becoming my wife and Mistress?"

Cathy answered simply. "Yes."

Rob slipped the ring on her finger. "My mother's engagement ring," he explained.

Cathy threw her arms around Rob. Then the two of them embraced Christina.

"Now, Rob. We can't live on my income, especially since my income will be interrupted when we have children. You must to get a job. I know Helena humored you about your little consulting thing, but you need to earn a steady income."

Rob's laugh was a surprise. "Helena humored herself about my little consulting thing. Me, capable of doing something meaningful didn't help her fantasy for our relationship; she wanted me to be dependent on her. The truth is my consulting work is lucrative. I am well connected, my connections keep getting better. It's true my income varies from one month to the next, but the only month I earned less than five thousand was my first."

"Goodness, Rob, what do you do?"

"I advise people in commercial real estate. I advise property owners on maximizing revenue. A company Helena owns in Ireland is one of my clients. Neither Helena nor my client know about the connection. I also advise tenants negotiating leases. I should add I also own real estate, flats and houses rented to students in five university towns."

"Is that what you did with the money Helena gave you?"

"Ah, the famous million. Helena liked how casually she could throw away that kind of money. When her solicitor was preparing the prenuptial agreement, I told him I would not sign until he helped me transfer the money back to her account. He was scandalized she'd given so much money to a lover."

"You never used any of the money?"

"Its presence in my bank accounts helped me complete a business transaction, but I never spent any of it."

"Rob, you're not what we've taken you for, are you?"

"I'm not full of surprises, but people can miss noticing what I do well."

Chapter 32

After chatting with Christina about when to hold the wedding, Cathy took him back to her house. "Are you planning on spending the night with me? It's a long way back to Durham."

"I didn't come here today making any assumptions, I have a hotel room reserved not too far from here."

"But you'll spend the night if I ask?"

"Anything you wish, Mistress."

Rob took care to assure she had two orgasms from his eager tongue before he spooned behind her and slipped in. He moved slowly, sensuously, but he quickly spurted into her. They fell asleep together, Rob behind Cathy with his arms around her.

Over breakfast, Cathy had a question to ask him. "Rob, after four days of incessant teasing, we thought it was important you orgasm Saturday night, we'd planned on you cumming after the factory from the moment we started in on you Wednesday. I suppose I can understand how you felt, but Sunday morning you weren't interested. When did you finally have an orgasm after all that?

"Last night."

"What? Four months? How did you go so long?"

"Most of the four months I wasn't in the mood. Something had me in the mood last night."

She decided not to tell him she'd had her first orgasms since his trip to the factory as well. She, too, hadn't been in the mood. "Tell me about going to see Helena."

"I met took her for lunch. There's a restaurant in Bedford we would go to, when we needed a serious talk. I thought going back there would help frame the discussion. We met, we had lunch, we talked. It was a bit of a contrast to seeing you again."

"How?"

"With Helena, it was more like I was meeting an old business associate to confirm the details of our contract reaching an expected end. Those four months were for Helen, you know, not for me. I gave Helena time to think, about what she wanted, about where she was going. Over lunch she told me it was clear giving up BDSM to keep me would have been bad for our relationship. By my absence, she learned the scene was important to her, more important than our relationship. I expected her to have figured these things out, it was a bit surprising she said them to me openly. The rest was just details, we both knew it was over. Still, we respect each other, we have some remaining love for each other.

"You, on the other hand, were emotional. It was about our connection, not an agreement."

"But you planned to be married!"

"Both of us are pragmatic. Love or no, Helena and I both saw it wouldn't last.

"Apparently, she's been approached by more subs than she can count. I expect she receives visitors at her home with some frequency now, the kinds of visitors who drive Jaguars and Mercedes. For the first time in her life, she's free to be herself, fully."

Cathy thought before speaking. "It's just hard to believe she'd let you go so easily."

"Letting go her love for me wasn't difficult for her. At its heart, it was just about possessing me. Not possessing will be the more difficult thing to lose. I was to be a trophy husband, in quite a few meanings of the term. The one, lasting thing I learned that night in the factory showed me I wasn't willing to be her trophy husband."

"Do you think Marion was a set-up, to drive you to Helena?"

"No, Marion was genuinely seeking her own trophy husband. She created an ending for her wishes immediately upon starting. But I think Helena saw me and realized a trophy husband wasn't impossible, just rare.

"But let's look forward now. What about our wedding? How shall we get started?"

Cathy sipped her coffee. Her eye held his as she took command. "I think we must repeat the dungeon questioning scene, but properly this time."

Rob looked surprised, but Cathy saw him recover his composure within seconds. "Of course, mistress, when would you like to do this?"

"In an hour or so." She gave him a bright smile. "I'll give you the keys, you can open the playhouse. When I arrive, in an hour, I'll expect you naked, cuffs on wrists and ankles and kneeling in the center of the room."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Oh, and Rob, you can expect some punishment as well as the questioning. These past four months have been very hard on me."

Rob gave her a look of concern, but her face revealed nothing.

An hour later, Cathy walked through the door to her playhouse. She changed into something suitable, not hurrying. She walked into the room to find Rob, kneeling in the position Michelle had taught him.

She stopped close to him, standing over him. His eyes stayed down; some of Michelle's training had stayed with him. "Look up," she commanded. "I wish to see your eyes as you answer questions."

He saw a beautiful mistress, wearing a dark green corset supporting but not covering her breasts, stockings and black boots. Her cunt lips were visible; Rob had the impression she was already wet. He remembered she had pierced nipples and lips when he saw the small, gold hoops through them.

"Rob - or should I call you Robin in here? - are you here of your own free will?"

"I am here freely, Mistress. In truth, I'm happy to be here."

"Do you not want me to sign a long, complicated document describing your limits?"

He smiled and shook his head. "No, Mistress Cathy. I don't expect we'll ever have reason to put our understanding in writing."

"Time will tell. The first stage of your punishment, Robin, is a spanking, to warm you up. Bring me the chair, you know what to do."

Soon he was over her knee, receiving a thorough spanking from a woman who clearly knew what she was doing. Rob began groaning quickly.

"What is it?" She didn't stop as she asked.

"It's been some time. It's been four months. This is more difficult than I expected."

"Good, it should be difficult." Still, the spanking ended a little earlier than she'd intended.

"Stand facing me here, hands behind your head." She took his dick into her hands and began to stroke him. As the spanking started, he'd gotten hard. She'd planned to stop when he lost his erection. As she stroked, she could see his knees move slightly in response to the stimulation. Had he not been working hard at holding still, she imagined a lot more of him would be moving. Continuing her stroking, she began to ask him questions.

"Can you surrender to me?"

"Mistress, I'll try to surrender. At least now I believe I can."

"I like your answer. Will you change for me?"

"Ah, it depends, Mistress. Many things can change, some things cannot change, while others are not worth the change."

"Give me an example of a change not worth it."

"If I you ask me to give up my dogs, I would refuse."

"Fair enough. Now it's time to go to the cross."

Once he was secured, she walked out of his vision, but returned an instant later with a cane in her hand. It pleased her to see just a little fear cross his face.

"The spanking was punishment. But I can beat you for no reason when it pleases me." She held the cane up. Rob knew it was customary to kiss the cane and complied.

"Six strokes, for the six strokes you failed to give me that evening of punishment. Doesn't six strokes seem fair?"

"As you see fit, Mistress."

"A good answer, since fair isn't part of the consideration. I wasn't surprised to learn none of us were caned. At the same time, it was disappointing I wasn't special, the only one, you didn't wish to hit. You said you respected me too much, is that true?"

"It is true I respect you too much to cane you, Mistress Cathy."

"Did you say the same to all four of us?"

"I said something true to each of the ladies. I told Kim her punishment was not being caned."

"Marion? What did you say to Marion?"

"I told her I was afraid of her. It's true."

"That night I thought I was special," Cathy said. "But it was spoilt when I figured out you'd treated us all the same."

"Mistress Cathy, you are very special, you were special long before that weekend. But treating you all equally was part of the plan for your punishment."

"Rob, I won't cane you and I still think your prank was brilliant. It was a bit too successful, wasn't it?"

"I've been caned for my illusion more than once."

"Another topic. I was accustomed to seeing you get hard as soon as the scene started. Now you show no signs. Are you getting jaded?"

"Mistress, it has been shown to me in several sessions that an uninvited erection might be punished. As I said to Michelle, if you want one you can have it, otherwise I attend to not getting hard."

"Oh, yes, there was that thing about football in your famous session with Marion to inaugurate Helena's dungeon. Is that how you do it, think about sport?"

"No Mistress, that was a jibe, to redirect the conversation. The truth is, when I want to avoid an erection I think about Marion."

"Marion?"

"Marion whipping me over her bench. Marion cuffing me to the heat pipe. You can see the general idea, Mistress."

"So I can. I may be disappointed if you do that too freely with me."

"I need only know what you wish, Mistress. In the absence of your direction you know what assumption I will make."

She stopped to consider and decided his position was satisfactory. "Let's continue. You're sure you don't want piercings? You know how badly Marion wanted you to have them, don't you?"

"It matters only whether Mistress Cathy wants me to have piercings."

"I want you to have pierced nipples, because I want you to enjoy more sensitive nipples. I fancy a piercing somewhere more intimate, to mark you as my own. Shall we do that?"

"As you wish, mistress."

"Really?"

"Mistress, pierce me now if you wish."

"How can you say this? You hate the idea."

"I have confidence my concerns will be considered when you make such a decision, dear Mistress Cathy."

She gave him a stern look. "You should not presume so much." Her face softened to a smile. "But I can see you're giving me complete honesty. I like that."

"Now for the memorable part. I'll try to re-enact it properly." She picked up two nipple clamps, joined by a chain, clipping them just below his nipples. She held up weights for him to see. There were quite a few jumbled in her hand, he couldn't make out how many. There were quite a few.

She held up a weight. "This one represents Helena, you were engaged to her. Will you bear her weight?"

Rob was relieved, he wasn't intended to bear all the weights she'd shown him. "No Mistress, I am through bearing Helena's weight."

She held up a second. "Marion?"

"Mistress, if you please, I'd like to go with you down to the seaside and throw this particular weight into deep water."

She made a flip with her hand, tossing the weight aside, letting it land on the floor with a loud clunk. She held up a third weight. "Kim?"

"She is a friend of the woman I thought I loved."

"Thought?"

"I loved her, but the love didn't last."

"Why didn't the love last?"

"We were close at first, but she became more distant. Helena kept having others do what she should have done herself, leaving me distant from her. It was easy to lose the attraction."

"What about Cathy?" she asked, holding up another weight.

"Mistress Cathy, I will be happy to bear your weight."

As she hooked it on the chain and gently set it in place so it wouldn't jerk, she said, "For a moment I wondered if you were on your way to saying no to every weight."

She showed him three small weights. "What do you think about children Rob? Could you be a father?"

"Must it be three?"

"Let's start with one, but I'm opposed to raising an only child."

"Two, then, Mistress."

She attached two of the small weights, then held up a weight larger than any others. "Your child as a teenager. Can you bear this weight?"

"I can, Mistress."

"You can?" She had been sure the weight would intimidate him. "How can you say this with such confidence?"

"Mistress, I'll never bear that weight alone. A very strong, very capable woman will bear it with me. It would not surprise me if I never bear as much as she will chooses to bear herself."

On impulse Cathy dropped the weight, took his face in her hands and kissed him for a long time. "You've given such a good answer, I'm going to cut short the questioning."

She removed the weights from the chain, one by one. "Be ready, Rob." She opened the clamps. The blood started to flow through Rob's nipples and he felt a sharp and hot pain through them. He inhaled sharply at the acute pain, but it soon passed.

Cathy hurried to release him. As soon as he was free, she pulled him by one hand over to the couch. Pushing him to sit in the center, she straddled over him, sitting on his lap and passionately giving him kisses. "Rob, during a session as my submissive, you've just said sweeter things to me than some men thought to say as they tried to woo me over an expensive dinner."

"I finally got to say what I've been feeling for a year." He was rapidly getting hard and decided against resisting.

"Still more sweet things!"

It didn't take her long to move up, grab his hard dick with her fingers and guide him to her entrance. She worked herself down, impaled on his erection, it wasn't necessary for Rob to do a thing. He reached up and began to play with her nipples. Then he moved one hand to finger her clit, the other moving back and forth between her two nipples. It didn't take her long to reach an orgasm. She bore down on him, his hand straining to continue to reach and caress her clit as she shuddered.

"Beautiful," Rob whispered as she reached the peak of her pleasure.

When she began to relax, she put her head down on Rob's shoulder. "What did you say?"

"I said seeing you come was beautiful."

She turned her head and kissed his cheek. "More sweet things."

Chapter 33

After a few minutes of recovery, she sat up again. Rob was still hard, still inside Cathy. "So," she said thoughtfully. "We must decide if we're going to let you cum or not."

"This is for you to decide, Mistress."

"Mmm, I like the sound of that. We shall return to the topic of my prerogatives." She kissed him, her tongue penetrating his mouth forcefully. Then she moved up and let his hard dick slip out of her. "My prerogative at the moment is to keep you aroused."

He gave her a smile. "I was hoping you'd say that."

"You're getting a bit too informal for a session in the dungeon."

Her words only made his smile wider. "I meant, dear sweet Mistress, I was hoping my lovely Mistress would say that."

They kissed again.

"Mistress, you said you were cutting the questioning short. Would it be impertinent to ask what you left out?"

"Yes, it would be impertinent. A mistress has no obligation to tell you anything. But you gave very satisfactory answers so I'll tell you. I took some lessons from Michelle with the whip and I'm tired of practicing on a piece of paper tacked to the wall."

Rob shivered. "I suppose you must practice on me then."

"Then I was going to present you with a collar. I have a collar, you know. It hasn't been used much."

"I'll be pleased to wear your collar when we play."

"Really? Just like that? Why were you so set against being collared by Helena?"

"I guess I didn't tell you, but Helena never offered her collar. When she first introduced the idea of a collar, it was Marion's collar. Marion would then do as she saw fit and call it my training. One of Helena's acts of distancing. I often said never a collar, but I made clear to Helena I meant only never Marion's."

"So, you're a liar!"

He kissed her. "A dissembler, Mistress, there is a difference."

She laughed. "But you did it only to protect yourself, selfish and disobedient."

"I was protecting Helena. Had Marion collared me, I'd have quickly been gone forever. I suppose it means I protected you, too."

Cathy's expression turned serious. "The necklace that went with the collar, did you notice the charms?"

"A key and a heart, it doesn't take much to figure that out. It wouldn't have been Michelle, nor Iris. I concluded you picked out the necklace."

"I did. Did you leave it behind?"

"No, in fact I was wearing it last night, when I proposed to you. I was about to bring it out, after dinner last night, to show you one of the ways you told me about your love."

"Oh dear, I'd have started crying if you'd done that."

"Was the collar to have been the end of the questioning?"

"Rob, here's one more question I must ask. This is serious." Cathy paused, gathering her thoughts. "Whenever Helena wanted you to serve a woman, you did so. It always seemed you were happy to perform. Marion tells the story of her party, not only did you go down on everyone present, you went beyond, giving most of them two orgasms. Why did you do it and will you continue?"

"The 'why' part is easy. I like to go down on women, it's true. I was told to do it, I had a good time and I did a good job. It was, after all, a sex party. I think Marion was unhappy I liked my assignment. It wasn't very submissive of me. I plan on enjoying giving you orgasms often, it might even be more often then you want."

"I'm worried you'll keep me on edge, as you did Iris."

"She seemed to like it."

Cathy needed an answer from him. "Have you been avoiding the rest of the question? Will you continue?"

"Mistress, I'd prefer not to be intimate with anyone but you, but I trust your judgment. If your sister should come home from Australia, for example."

"Oh, Kate told me about that. Cheeky even for a mistress." She fixed him with an accusing look. "Did you have sex with her, too?"

"I'll say to you what I said to Helena. It's up to Kate to tell you as much as she wishes. Not knowing what she's told you, I'll say nothing."

"She told me you were a perfect gentleman and she told me how you explained your reasons." She kissed him. "You're a good man."

After enjoying looking at each other for a moment, Rob asked Cathy, "was there anything you left out of our session that you'd like to pursue, Mistress?"

"I understand Michelle took you with a dildo, I was thinking about ending with it."

He smiled. "We can do pegging whenever you wish, beautiful Mistress."

"Flattery will get you buggered, my lovely boyfriend." Rob was almost disappointed she didn't bend him over right there.

Cathy turned serious. "That was the one serious question we didn't get to before I couldn't continue, loving you too much. I've been wondering one thing. Iris took a big risk. She must have known you were going to an event with Helena present as the Black Mistress. Do you think it was revenge against Helena for something?"

"I do not." Rob spent a moment assembling his thoughts. "I'd never say anything to harm the three angels who last gave me training, but I have a guess - just a guess. I have a hunch Iris was taking revenge on Marion."

"Did they know each other?"

"Not well. But I have another hunch which seems quite a plausible explanation. Iris has taken care to say nothing about how I became a target for her kidnapping. Most of what I know is you saying you'd told her about me in some discussion, 'the angry boy.' I don't think she chose me for it. It seems more likely I was nominated. My hunch is Marion arranged the kidnapping, either anonymously or with Iris's knowledge. Iris isn't willing to say much critical of a fellow mistress, it may be she simply won't tell me that part of the story."

He looked down. "Just ideas, but it makes the most sense."

The next few weeks were a blur of activity. Rob and the two dogs moved in to live with Cathy. He found he had a closet full of clothes he hadn't seen in four months. Cathy had taken away all his clothes from Michelle's. Rob made a few trips to Durham to see to the rest of the work being done on the house he was cleaning up to be ready for students to rent in the winter term. During one of Rob's trips, Cathy went to Helena's. She was surprised with how simple and short the conversation was. Cathy returned with a car full of clothes she wanted him to keep. "You know, I searched for those two sissy costumes. You remember them, in satin, one pink and one baby blue. I fancied them. But I couldn't find them at all."

"I didn't get rid of them, Helena did. It happens I did make, um, a strong suggestion they be discarded. Punish me if you wish, Mistress."

They had to decide how to organize the wedding. Surprising both Cathy and Rob, Helena offered to host the ceremony and a party for them afterward.

At the wedding Michelle stood beside Cathy, Jenny beside Rob, with Christina as the only other person there to witness. This was how Cathy wanted it. Discretely, under his suit, white shirt and tie, Rob wore the necklace Cathy had picked out for him; it was his favorite piece of jewelry. They exchanged rings at the marriage ceremony, Rob wore his happily. The party at Helena's included Marion, Kim, Bridget, Michelle, Carmen and Olga from their former BDSM circle. Christina was guest of honor as the mother of the bride. Kate attended, in the company of Reg, the boyfriend she'd met at a bookstore. Rob and Cathy were surprised and delighted when Iris arrived. The party went later than planned, but no one suggested adjourning to the playroom in the basement.

Marion found the chance to sit with Rob for a few minutes. "Rob, are we ever going to be friends?"

"We can be friends, Marion. We're just never going to do another scene together."

Helena had invited the party guests to stay over. Rob and Cathy spend their first married night together in a guest room Rob recognized. Unless the bed had been rearranged, he expected he could look under and find the straps for binding someone. He said nothing to Cathy; she didn't suggest any BDSM for the night.

Cathy had something else in mind. "I want to conceive a baby right away," she told Rob as they lay in bed together.

"Okay."

"I'm about a week away from maximum fertility, I've been tracking my temperature daily since we got engaged. I have a role for you to play in this, you know."

"Do I have a role? I don't know much about such things."

Cathy gently pushed her elbow into his ribs. "Time for wedding night sex."

Rob thought it unusual Cathy wanted the sixty-nine position. "You shall give me two orgasms tonight, just like the ladies at Marion's party."

"One reached three. I'd be happy to set three as my goal for tonight."

After making Cathy cum with his tongue and lips twice, working toward her third, Rob realized she wasn't doing much to stimulate him. He found out why after her third orgasm.

She cuddled against him, taking his erection in her hand. "Okay, now you get a little teasing. In fact, you're to get teasing twice a day until it's time to conceive. My prerogative, as you said. When it's time to conceive, I want you to have lots of pressure built up. I want you to really blast the semen into me. I shall bring you right to the edge many times, but you don't get to cum until the day it's time to work on fertilizing. For a week, then, I'll expect you to give me sperm twice a day. Then, back to edging to get you ready for the month following.

"The edging will continue until you impregnate me. After that, we'll see what I decide."

Rob have her a soft kiss. "Darling Mistress, I wouldn't have it any other way."