A Rose Called Miracle: Book 3, Pt 2

Brett And Kari--A Master/slave story of Love and Loss

Author's Note: This is the third book of 'A Rose Called Miracle'. This is fiction. All characters in intimate situations are over 18. Any resemblance to real people, organizations, or businesses is purely coincidence.

If you are uncomfortable with the subjects of control, restraint, discipline, and mild corporal punishment, please go no further. Likewise, this story is peopled with hetero, interracial, and LGBTQ+ characters and couples, and indirectly--incest; if you are uncomfortable with that, please stop reading now--you'll only be offended. Also, I apologize to BDSM aficionados--in this story I pretty much ignore proper BDSM safety measures as the characters develop their relationship. Please do not use these writings as a 'how to' guide. Lastly, if anyone reading 'A Rose Called Miracle' has enjoyed my characters, feel free to take them on new adventures--but please don't mess too much with the canon.

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"There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle". Albert Einstein

"For those who are willing to make an effort, great miracles and wonderful treasures are in store." Isaac Bashevis Singer

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CHAPTER 6

I pulled into a fast-food drive-thru, "Slave, what would you like?"

"Slave has no preference," She answered.

I sighed loudly as I pulled up to the order station, "A cheeseburger with onions and ketchup. No pickles. Small fries; bottle of water." I drove forward, paid, and gathered my order. I looked at Kari, "You had no preference, so I got you nothing. For breakfast in the morning, I strongly suggest you decide what you want--or you're going to get awfully hungry."

"Yes Master." She hung her head and sulked--sneaking occasional glances at my bag of food.

I didn't relent. When we got home I ordered her to strip and go to her rest corner. Then I sat in plain view of her and ate my dinner. Feeling mean spirited--I had some fries leftover--I handed them to Kari. She started to thank me, but I interrupted her, "Those are not for you. Take them to the kitchen and throw them away." She looked like she wanted to cry, but complied.

She returned from the kitchen and moved to 'present' with her hand up.

"Speak."

"Master... Slave understands why you did what you did but is confused. Slave..."

"Stop." I ordered. "Go put on your dress. Join me on the sofa. We'll discuss this as adults--not as master and slave."

She took off and was back in less than five minutes dressed in her black dress, lipstick refreshed, and her hair carefully combed. "Sit." We turned sideways on the sofa so we could face each other. "Okay, Kari, let's get this straight."

"Yes Master." She looked a little scared.

"We both have to be adaptable. There are times I will give you commands and directives--that I expect you to obey without hesitation..."

"Yes Master." She smiled.

"But... there are times... particularly when we're in public... when I will ask you what you think... or want. I expect you to give me an honest answer, and if required, make a choice. For example, tonight at the drive-thru, what did you really want?"

"Master, the menu was too big, Slave..." Her smile disappeared.

"Kari, that's not what I asked. I asked what you wanted. Tell me, have you ever heard the abbreviation ATFQ?"

"No Master."

"It means 'Answer the Fucking Question'. So, I'll ask again, at the drive-thru, what did you really want?"

She sat silent, her head down. At last, she looked up and met my eyes for a split-second before dropping them again, "Master. Having thought about its choices, Slave would have enjoyed the grilled chicken sandwich." She trembled.

"Good. Was that really so hard? Figure at a place like that, they have... what? Burgers, chicken, fish? All you have to do is pick one. Perhaps we can come to an agreement? Let's call it an addendum to our contract."

"Master?"

"From now on, if I am going to insist that you decide something, I'll try to give you time to think about it. I'll try not to surprise you suddenly."

"Thank you Master. Master?"

"Yes?" I stopped as I walked toward my music collection.

"What was that letter from Master Dave?"

"Don't know. I'll take a look at it tomorrow." I turned back to my music case, "I think I want to hear something with dramatic harmony tonight; maybe Vaughn Williams' Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis."

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DAY 15--In the morning I crawled out of my bed, opened Kari's crate, and unlocked her ankle restraint. "Go to the bathroom and clean up."

"Yes Master. May I prepare breakfast when I'm finished?"

"That would be nice. Thank you. I'll be in the shower." I did my morning routine and then got dressed. I smelled coffee brewing and when I got to the kitchen I found Kari at the stove.

"What's are you making?"

"Oatmeal Master."

"Okay. But not too thick."

"Yes Master." She turned and smiled. Her nose-to-ear chain was back in place.

"You look very nice Slave. Did you clean all your jewelry and piercings?"

"Yes Master. Slave cleans everything at least twice a day. Slave is terrified of infections. Master, may Slave get your coffee for you?"

"Please. One sugar, a little milk. Make a cup for yourself if you'd like."

While I sipped the cup of coffee I slit open the silver envelope from Dirty Dave. It wasn't at all what I expected.

Greetings Fellow Masters and Mistresses;

It's time for the annual spring get together for Masters and slaves of The Gathering. It will be held Friday May 6 in the International Room of the Hotel Trafante. Cocktails, socializing, and the marketplace will begin at 6:30. Dinner will be served at 8:00.

The hotel management has guaranteed our privacy and security.

Dress will be Smart Casual or casual chic. New masters should be aware of the slave dress color code: White--no touching; green--touching and kissing are allowed; red--intimate touching and consensual sex allowed--but only with the master's permission; black--no limits.

As usual there will be vendors on hand as well as games and challenges. The committee will donate all proceeds to the Regional Children's Hospital. The vendors on site displaying their products have agreed to donate 50% of their profits to the hospital.

Those who wish to attend should RSVP to the below e-mail.

As a reminder, phones, cameras, and recording devices of any kind are not permitted in the meeting. Please leave them in your vehicles or check them in at the coat room.

See you at the meeting--The Gathering Committee

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DAY 16-- I had an uncomfortable day at work. I arrived a few minutes early; poured a cup of coffee from my thermos; and opened my company laptop. It took me three tries to get it booted; and after that it was as slow as cold molasses. I called down to the IT department and asked if anyone else was having problems--maybe a network glitch--I hoped. They told me to shut down the computer and promised to send someone right away. Fifteen minutes later, a scraggly-looking young man--he didn't look old enough to be out of high school--knocked on my doorframe.

"Mr. Noonan? I'm Mike from IT. I understand you're having laptop issues?" I said yes and did my best to describe the issues. He nodded, put my laptop on the corner of my desk and sat down in my uncomfortable visitor's chair.

Michael hummed to himself and nodded as he punched in my password and worked to start it, "You really should have a stronger password," he remarked as he continued typing.

After 20 minutes, he rolled his shoulders and neck, "There you are!" He muttered. He did a few more key taps and frowned. "Huh?"

"What is it?"

"Um. Have you been visiting any websites of... ah... questionable reputation?"

I grinned. "Yes. But not on this laptop. This machine is business only."

"Do you keep it with you all the time?"

"Not really. I take it home if I have work to do; otherwise, I leave it here. Why?"

"Well, sir, I have good news and bad news."

"Start with the bad. Please."

"Someone has gained access to your laptop and planted keystroke loggers, spyware that alerts them to changes, and given themselves administrator privileges. I can't tell if they did this remotely or somehow got access to your machine; however, I don't see any signs of an external IP address."

"Jesus! What's the good news?"

"They're amateurs. If a real pro had done this you'd have never noticed. I've been able to find what they did. I'll take this back to my workstation and get it cleaned up. Tell me, where do you have your username and password written down?"

It annoyed me--especially because he was right--that he asked such an insulting question. "Top right drawer; taped to the left side." I admitted in shame.

"Well at least you're honest. So..." He closed the laptop and stood up, "... Like I said, I'll take this with me and get it cleaned up. You should come up with a nice, strong password that you can remember--without writing it down anywhere. I should have this back to you by the end of the day--unless I run into something major that I need to study. Thanks for calling me." He took off.

True to his word, Michael returned my machine at 3:30. We hit the power button and it quickly came to life. He watched as I selected a new password--he made me throw in two random symbols. K11a#1r18$I9.

"Well, it isn't the strongest password I've ever seen," He commented. "Who's Kari? Your wife... girlfriend?"

"Something like that." I muttered; embarrassed he'd spotted her name so quickly."

"Try putting the letters and their position in the alphabet..." Now I was really embarrassed that he'd recognized that combo as well. "... in a random order."

"Gotcha." I9$K11r18a1#.

"Better. By the way, I could not find any sign of remote access, so I'm assuming someone physically accessed your machine. So, for extra security I installed a program that will lock your computer for 24 hours if someone enters the incorrect password three times. If you lock yourself out, call IT and we'll come down and enter the bypass code."

"Great. Thanks for your help Michael."

"Call me anytime--when you need the best." He grinned and left. I stopped by my boss's office and explained what had happened. I asked if he'd seen anyone in my office that didn't belong there. He hadn't.

As had become the norm, when I arrived home Kari greeted me silently in her 'display position. I walked around her, admiring her beauty and presence. Her red hair gleamed; it was well below her shoulders now, but still neat and presentable. "You look perfect Slave. I'm proud of you. Have you finished your chores?"

"Yes Master. The house is ready for inspection."

"Let's go." We wandered together around the house. The main floor was in spotless condition; I couldn't find a speck of dust or dirt--and I tried. I was ashamed when I realized I was getting aroused at the thought of smacking Kari's perfect ass. "Let's continue in the basement." Kari looked surprised; I'd never inspected down there before.

"Master, I..."

"Relax Slave. The basement just needs to be organized and tidy--not spotless like upstairs. Down here I'm looking more for damage and leaks that might need to be repaired. This will be something you need to do every day; notifying me about problems when I get home."

"Yes, Master."

I showed Kari around my home gym. It wasn't much, really, just a high-end stationary bike, a treadmill, and a nice cage-style weight machine. "You may use any of these machines to keep in shape. I'll show you how to use them. If there is anything you'd like that I don't have let me know."

"Yes Master. Master, would it be possible for this slave to have a yoga mat?"

"Of course. Can you find a good one online or do we need to go shopping?"

"Online works, sir."

"Okay. Find what you want and I'll give you my credit card." We took 20 minutes and I showed Kari how to start and program the peloton and treadmill. After that, I showed her how to safely use the weight machine.

"Thank you, Master. If that's all, it is time for this slave to begin dinner."

"Go ahead Slave. What are we having this evening?"

"Simple cooking, sir. Ground beef with onions, macaroni and cheese, steamed veggies."

"Sounds good. I'll be up in just a minute." Kari climbed upstairs. I powered down the exercise equipment and followed.

Kari came out of the kitchen, assumed her 'present' position, and raised her hand for permission to speak.

"Yes Slave, what is it?"

"Master, while this slave waits for the water to boil, would Master like it to prepare a drink?"

"Thank you, Slave. That's very thoughtful. But no. Perhaps after dinner while we listen to some music."

"Yes sir." Kari went back to the kitchen. I could hear her humming, but I couldn't identify the tune.

I watched as she set the table and then brought out the food. She came to the living room and once again assumed 'present' and raised her hand. "Yes?" I asked.

"Master, dinner is ready."

"Very good. It smells delicious." We walked out to the dining area and I sat down. Kari kneeled beside me in her usual spot. I served up the food and began eating; it tasted as good as it smelled. I fed Kari using a spoon... after I spilled the first forkful across her chest. When I finished eating I sat back and burped. Kari stayed kneeling at my side; unusual because most times she was up and cleaning as soon as we finished eating.

I looked down at her and she raised her hand, "Remember Slave, you may speak freely while we're eating."

"Yes Master. Please sir, I want some more."

I glanced at her with surprise, "You've been reading Charles Dickens, haven't you?"

"Yes Master," She smiled, "This slave has always wanted to say that line."

I fed her several more bites of beef and mac. "Thank you Master. This Slave is full now." Kari covered her mouth and tried to suppress a burp. She failed.

I went to the living room while Kari cleaned the kitchen. I had my phone out to check my e-mail when Kari finished and came to the living room. She yawned and stretched as she passed in front of me on her way to her rest pad.

"Want some music? Or TV?" I asked.

Kari kneeled in her corner and stretched again, "Music please, Master."

I selected another Beethoven symphony, "Be ready," I warned Kari, "This starts out loud and abrupt." Despite the warning, Kari jumped when the first two chords blasted out of my speakers; but she settled back and it wasn't long before she was nodding her head and tapping her hands in time with the music.

Midway through the third movement, my phone chimed an alarm. I read the message and smiled. I enjoyed the rest of the symphony. Even more, I enjoyed watching Kari enjoy the symphony.

"Wow!" Kari sighed as the music ended. "What was that?"

"Beethoven's 3rd, the 'Eroica.'"

"This slave can't decide which it likes best: the third or the ninth. Both are wonderful."

"It doesn't really matter, does it? One can't go wrong with either of them."

"Yes Master. Master? This slave thought it heard your phone ring?"

"Yeah. It was my calendar app reminding us that you're due for your third hair removal treatment tonight."

"Oh."

"Are you ready? You understand that after this third treatment, the hair loss is permanent?"

"This slave understands. It looks forward to not needing to shave or worry about stubble when Master inspects it."

"Good. Go to your bathroom and get ready. I'll be right in." She took off silently. I shut down the sound system and cleaned and put away the album before I followed her down the hall.

When I got to Kari's bath she was already nude and standing in front of her medicine cabinet mirror. "Where is the lotion?" I asked her. She picked it up off the sink edge and handed it to me. "Wait... up," I ordered. She stood up straight with her legs slightly apart and arms up with wrists crossed above her head. "Nicely done Slave. I'm proud of you for remembering that. Are you ready?"

"Thank you, Master. Slave is ready." I took about 10 minutes to apply the gunk--from her hairline to her toes I covered every square inch. She ended up looking like a marble statue; I couldn't help laughing as I pulled out my phone and snapped a couple pictures.

"Master!" She whined. "That's embarrassing."

"Hush... and stay still." I caught movement in the mirror, "Slave, you'd better be licking your lips. Because if you're sticking your tongue out at me, I promise you'll regret it."

"Yes Master." She whispered, "My lips were very dry. This slave would never stick its tongue out at Master." The way she said it I knew that was exactly what she'd done. Like the first two treatments, by the time the prescribed 20 minutes had passed, Kari was getting fidgety.

"Okay, that's 20, go ahead and..." Kari was in the shower and had the water running before I could finish speaking. I could hear her sigh of relief over the sound of the shower. I gave her five or six minutes to finish rinsing--while I stripped off my clothes. I saw her reach for her body wash; I slid open the door and stepped in behind her. She turned in surprise, "Let me help Slave."

I took the facecloth from her and doused it with bodywash. I washed her carefully from top to bottom, front and back. After she rinsed herself, I began washing her hair. I gently massaged the shampoo into her scalp. Her head lolled as she relaxed.

She reached behind herself and scratched her butt. As she did that, her hand brushed against my lengthening erection. She hesitated only a second before she stopped scratching herself and began softly stroking me. Without releasing me, she leaned forward, resting her head and forearm on the wall. She pulled me to her.

I slipped easily into her silky-smooth sex. She wiggled a bit to help me get the angle right, "Master, harder now!" She pleaded. I picked up the pace, I almost laughed at the absurd wet slapping sound of my front pounding against Kari's backside. I was fairly certain Kari climaxed without my permission; however, I was too involved with my own pleasures to really worry about it.

When Kari stopped shaking, I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her away from the wall. I tightened my grip and lifted her up so that we could turn and switch positions. I set Kari down again and turned her to face me. I leaned over and kissed her... repeatedly.

Outside the shower, we dried each other. I went back to my bathroom and combed my hair and brushed my teeth. It wasn't long before Kari marched in and went to her cage. She gathered her ankle cuff and chain and brought them to me. She dropped into 'floor' and waited as I secured her restraint. She shivered as I clicked the padlock.

"What's wrong Slave? Are you cold?"

"No Master. When you locked the cuff on its ankle, this slave had an orgasm without permission. It apologizes."

"I've warned you, repeatedly, about that. Stand up." She instantly came to attention in front of the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed, "I have to punish you. Get up on the bed and lay across my lap. Don't you dare forget to count."

I got as far as five hard slaps to each of her ass cheeks before she started shaking, "Master!" She cried, "Please, I'm almost cumming!" Six, seven, and eight followed, both her ass cheeks were flaming red she was squirming and trying to control herself. Nine pushed her over the edge--she howled and shook; I felt her escaping moistness running down my thigh. I gave her one last very soft slap, "Ten, thank you Master!" She groaned and lay limp across my lap.

How, or maybe why, I wondered as I softly massaged her bottom, does a beautiful woman get sexual fulfillment from the pain of a spanking? I suddenly realized--I felt stupid that I'd taken so long--that everything I'd forced on her trying to dissuade her from her slavery was actually arousing her and reinforcing her decision. And fuck me, but I was as hard as steel. I was aroused by her submission and the spankings I administered.

Kari crawled off my lap, moved to 'present', and raised her hand. "You may speak." I said softly. I was still struggling with how I'd enjoyed spanking her. I was horrified at my behavior; and aroused beyond belief.

"Master, you look very uncomfortable. May this slave help?" She smiled, and before I could answer she slipped my cock between her lips and slowly engulfed me. She didn't mess around; she started quickly bobbing her head up and down. I relished the warmth and softness of her mouth caressing my cock. As I reached my breaking point I grabbed her hair and pulled her to me, forcing myself down her throat. I felt her relax and accept me. She swallowed when I finished and then licked me clean.

Kari leaned back and raised her hand.

"Yes Slave?"

"Do you feel better, Master?" She asked with a smile.

"Much."

"It was Slave's pleasure. Master, would you release the cuff so that this slave may clean itself?" I nodded and she lifted her leg while I unlocked the chain from the cuff.

"Don't forget to put the aloe lotion on your bottom." I remarked as Kari left to go to her bathroom. As soon as she left I got off the bed and went to my bathroom and got cleaned up and ready to sleep.

When Kari returned, I reattached the chain to her cuff--after warning her not to orgasm this time. "Think of something else if you have to." I suggested as I clicked the lock closed. I stood up and embraced her. I lifted her chin and kissed her softly. I patted her still warm and red bottom and sent her to her cage. "Goodnight, Kari. Sleep well my little slave."

"Goodnight Master."

I turned out the lights. I heard Kari's chain rattle a couple times before she started snoring. I was awake for quite a while longer. I lay on the bed with my hands behind my head and contemplating the situation I was in.

DAY 17--I got up early. Kari was still snoring in her cage--not a loud, grating, abrasive snore; but a soft, sexy, almost soothing snore; more like a cat's purr. I grinned as I threw on my shorts and t-shirt. I let her sleep and went to the kitchen and started the coffee.

DAY 21--I got home from work at six in the evening. Kari waited just inside the door in her inspection position. I looked over the beautiful woman carefully. "Your hair?" I suggested.

"Yes Master. This slave spoke with Slave Veronica at Master Dave's. If Master agrees, Slave has an appointment with Carla for tomorrow at 6:00 PM for a trim and color touchup."

"Very good Slave. I'm very proud of you for taking the initiative. Now, what I want you to do is call them back and see if they can give you an earlier appointment. If they can, I want you to arrange for a ride share to and from Dirty Dave's."

Kari stared at me--well at my waist anyway. "Alone Master? Slave doesn't know how to rideshare."

"Slave you've been performing wonderfully. I believe I can trust you, can't I?"

"Absolutely Master. Slave will never betray your faith in It." She broke from her 'wait' position and dropped into 'submit'.

"Thank you Slave." I reached down and touched her shoulder, "You honor me. Stand up and get the smart phone I bought you and I'll demonstrate how to do it." I had her dress in her black tights and sports bra and we sat down at the kitchen table. Kari called Dirty Dave's and they were delighted to give her an earlier appointment. After that I showed Kari how to log in to rideshare using my account. We added her name as an authorized rider.

DAY 22--I arrived home a little earlier than usual. Traffic had been very light. I went into the house and found no sign of Kari. It felt strange that after all my years of living alone, in only three weeks I had begun to so enjoy the company of another person. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a diet soda. As I returned to the living room, a bright white SUV pulled into the driveway and stopped. The driver, he looked fairly young, jumped out and jogged around to the passenger side and opened the door. He helped Kari slide out then held out his hand. Kari ignored the hand, stepped back, and bowed to him. Reading her lips, I'm pretty sure she said 'Thank you Sir,' but I could be wrong. She stood straight and marched back to the house--she didn't look particularly happy but I was immensely proud of her erect posture and bearing.

I opened the door to greet her, she jumped back in surprise. "Oh! Master. This slave didn't know you were home."

"Quite alright Slave. Come on in, let me inspect you. I shut the door while Kari hurriedly shucked and folded her clothes. She went to the middle of the living room and took her inspection position.

"Please, put your hands down and just stand up straight for me." I walked over and circled around her. "Slave? You look different?"

"Yes Master. Mistress Carla trimmed Slave's hair but left it in a little longer style. Also, when she started to do the color, she found she did not have Slave's color in stock--so she went two shades lighter. She also adjusted the money piece color slightly lighter to compensate."

"I like it Slave. Let's keep this color in the future."

"Thank you Master. Slave was worried; It's phone didn't have a signal and it couldn't call to ask your permission."

"Things like that happen. I'm proud of you for dealing with it." I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She grinned and blushed. "Okay Slave, get dressed now so we can go shopping and find you a nice outfit for the gathering."

In the truck on our way to the shopping mall I had a thought, "Slave?"

"Yes Master?"

"This afternoon when you got out of the rideshare you looked unhappy. What was the problem? Please speak freely."

"Yes Master. This slave was very upset. The rideshare driver offered to let It ride free if Slave would give him oral sex. He said that because of its sexy high heels, hairstyle, and short dress, he thought that Slave was a prostitute. Slave was angry and humiliated. Slave told him no."

"If you were angry, why did you bow to him?"

"Because he apologized... and Slave is still a slave."

"I see. Do you regret dressing well?"

"No Master. Slave enjoys looking her best for her Master."

"Thank you."

Kari was still smiling as we walked into the upscale woman's boutique. An attractive, fashionably dressed woman approached almost immediately. "May I help you find something?"

"Thank you." I answered, "My girlfriend and I..." Kari looked at me in surprise, "... are attending a social event tomorrow evening. She'd like something new to wear. It must be all white.

"And the dress code?" The woman asked Kari.

"Casual chic." Kari answered, barely above a whisper.

"Lovely. Would you follow me?" 90 minutes later we had narrowed the choices to a white, sleeveless sundress; or a sporty white suit consisting of a short pleated white skirt, white jacket, and a matching sleeveless, deep cut V-neck, nearly backless blouse. After much hemming and hawing--and trying on both outfits multiple times--Kari at last chose the white suit. I also bought Kari a new pair of sporty, low-heeled, white sandals to wear with the outfit.

"Pardon me," I stopped the saleswoman, "But recently all my girlfriend's shoes were destroyed. These stilettos and a pair of old black sneakers are the only shoes we saved."

"I noticed and wondered about that--although those heels look spectacular on her. Perhaps a pair of the same sandals as the white--except in black?"

"Perfect... and maybe a nice pair of running shoes?" Kari wore her black sandals out and carried everything else. On the way home we stopped at a burger joint. Kari hesitated a bit but ended up ordering a fish taco... just in time to avoid going hungry again.

DAY 23--I took a couple hours personal time and left work early so that we could get to the gathering on time. I was a little bit embarrassed when, as I stepped out the front door, I came face to face with the company's CEO, Ms. Haugen, as she was climbing into the back seat of her black Bentley Continental along with her personal assistant. Around the lunch tables in the break room the rumor was that the two women were a couple.

We had never spoken. I doubted very much whether she knew who I was. I nodded, she nodded, her companion ignored me, I kept walking. I got home and walked in the door. No Kari. "Slave!" I shouted, "Where are you?" I immediately heard her running and Kari came flying out of the bedroom in her stockings and heels.

She came to a clumsy, sliding stop in front of me. She was a mess: sweating, dirty, her hair unkempt. She assumed her inspection position. "Damn Slave, what the hell happened to you?" I asked as I looked her body up and down.

"Slave did not know Master would be home early. It was cleaning the bathrooms," She panted. "Slave planned to shower and prepare before Master arrived. Slave apologizes for its messiness."

"No need to apologize Slave. I didn't tell you I'd be home early. Go ahead and finish your cleaning. Make sure that you look extra nice--no, I want you to look magnificent for the gathering tonight."

"Yes Master. Slave will not disappoint you." She took off back into the bathrooms. I went to my office and paid some bills and reconciled my checking account. I was checking e-mail and deleting a bunch of crappy ads when Kari knocked.

"Enter."

Kari entered, dropped into 'Present', and raised her hand.

"Speak." I could smell traces of cleaners on her.

"The cleaning is finished Master.

"Excellent. Thank you. You may use the bathroom to shower and get dressed. You may close the door for privacy if you wish."

She looked up in surprise, "Thank you Master."

I took my shower, shaved, etc. After I combed my hair I pulled a pair of charcoal grey dress slacks, Navy blue blazer, and a long-sleeved light blue shirt out of my closet and got dressed. I was sitting on my bed tying the laces of my dark brown oxfords when I heard Kari's bathroom door open. She came into the bedroom wrapped in a towel, dropped to 'present', and raised a hand.

"Yes Slave?"

"Master? May Slave wear undergarments tonight?"

"Panties, Yes. Bra, No. I want the other slave owners to be jealous of your beauty."

Kari blushed bright red. "Thank you Master. Slave will finish dressing."

I was still sitting on the edge of the bed when Kari came back to the bedroom; she immediately went into her 'display' position. I stared at the magnificent creature in front of me. Seriously, she stole my ability to speak. Finally, I got off the bed and walked around her, pretending to inspect but really trying to regain my composure. Her auburn hair shone brightly. She'd done it into a complex braided pattern. She also wore her green jeweled piercings and her nose chain.

"Slave. Relax. I love the way you braided your hair?" Was all I could think to say. "You may speak freely."

"Yes Master." She dropped her arms. "Slave is proud of the collar and nose chain and wanted to display them."

"I see. Did you clean your collar to make it shine?"

"Yes Master. Slave polished it very carefully."

"Well, Slave... you look absolutely stunning. Let's get going." It was about an hour's drive to the hotel. With the help of GPS, we found it. It was far out of the way and off the beaten track. Despite that, it appeared to be a luxurious place; reminiscent of a castle constructed of brick with lots of towers and turrets and gables. When we arrived the sun had almost set and it was beginning to get dark. In the background I could see the rising moon reflecting off a good-sized lake.

As we approached the hotel's main entrance I took Kari's right hand, "Slave?"

"Yes Master?"

"Two things. First, while we're inside the gathering tonight when anyone asks your name, I want you to introduce yourself as Slave Kari."

"Yes Master. Slave Kari."

"Second. I don't know what this will be. If at any time tonight you are scared, or uncomfortable with what is going on, I want you to come to me and ask to step outside for some fresh air. That will be my signal that you want to leave. I may yell at you or give you a slap on the butt, but don't worry about it. Okay?"

"Slave understands Master."

Kari and I entered the lobby. I immediately spotted a message board with an arrow pointing off to the right, "The Gathering--International Room." At the head of the corridor leading to the gathering, we were stopped by a guard, "Good evening Sir..." He glanced at Kari with a sneer, "... Your invitation... Please."

I handed it to him... thankful that I'd remembered to bring it. "Have a good evening sir." The guard handed back the invitation. "Just continue down the hall and take the door to your left."

We found the door and were met by another guard. This one, too, demanded to see my invitation before letting us pass through. Once through that door, we found ourselves at one more security checkpoint--this one demanding I surrender anything that might serve as a recording device--they gave me a check ticket and then we passed through a metal detector. "Cripes!" I thought to myself, "I've gone through TSA airport security easier than this."

CHAPTER 7

We finally entered the main hall. I was immediately transported 20 years in the past: to Riyadh, Saudi Arabia... specifically the back-alley markets and souqs. I'd been deployed to Riyadh in support of Operation Desert Storm--but not officially attached to that headquarters. I was there to gather information, analyze operations, and report my findings to the air operations commander.

Anyway, the trappings of the vendor's booths and their shouts and chants reminded me of strolling through the Saudi markets. I looked around. There were a lot more people there than I expected. "Brett!" I heard shouted from close by. I turned, and saw Dirty Dave striding toward me and leading his slave Veronica by a leash. We shook hands, Kari bowed to Dave.

He looked at Kari, "Your slave is a little overdressed, don't you think?"

I looked around and noted that about 99% of the identifiable 'slaves' were very scantily clad--most wore revealing bikini-like suits. The male slaves were similarly attired in speedos, tank tops, and not much more. Dave's slave Veronica wore only a barely-there black bikini top, and a hip-hugging black crepe wrap-around skirt.

I faced Dave, "I guess the invitation could have been more explicit: it said 'casual chic'; it didn't specify master or slave. Plus, I think my slave looks spectacular. I'm very proud of her. By the way, I apologize again for that little temper tantrum it had while getting its nose pierced, I'm not sure what got into her."

Kari immediately dropped to 'present' and raised her hand. Some of those around turned and watched, smiling and nodding.

"You may speak."

"Thank you Master." She adjusted her position to face Dave, "Master Dave, this slave apologizes for its awful behavior. It promises never to act like that again."

Dave reached out but stopped, "Brett, I see your slave is wearing white. May I touch her?"

"Yes."

Dave touched her head lightly, "Slave, I forgive you." He turned back to me, "Brett, may I see Kari's butterfly?"

"Of course." I turned to Kari, "Slave, remove your jacket and display your tattoo." Kari slipped off the white jacket, handed it to me, and turned her back so that Dave could see. Her blouse hid nothing. The back consisted solely of two horizontal strings holding the front pieces together and a tie around the neck to keep it from falling.

"Spectacular!" Dave commented. "The colors are so vivid and perfectly blended." He looked around and whispered to me, "I know 'Slave' is there, but I can't find it?"

"Only Wanda and I know. And it's going to stay that way." I grinned and started to hand the jacket back to Kari.

"Brett, if I may," Dave stopped me, "Let Kari go without the jacket. I think she'll be much more comfortable around the other slaves. They'll accept her much faster into their group if she's not all dressed up. That blouse is perfect." I nodded agreement and told Kari I'd check the jacket for her.

Dave turned to Veronica, "Slave, I'm thirsty. Go get me a beer. You know what I like."

"Yes Master." Veronica turned to me and bowed, "Would Master care for something?"

"Yes. Thanks. Kari? I want you to go with Veronica. Bring me a bottle of water."

"Yes Master."

Veronica took Kari's hand, "Come Sister." The two slaves took off.

"Let me show you around Brett," Dave gestured to his left. My eyes followed his arm; the first thing I saw was a garish purple and silver sign, "Dirty Dave's Full-Service Slave Salon."

"So, you're a guest and a vendor?"

Dave grinned, "You bet. Actually, I'm here for the party. I'm paying Carla and Wanda overtime to run the booth." We strolled over and I said hello to Wanda and Carla. I mentioned to Carla that I loved Kari's lighter auburn color and hoped to keep it like that in the future. Wanda asked about the tattoo; I told her the colors were brightening nicely.

About then, Kari and Veronica returned with our drinks. Kari bowed and offered me the water. "Thank you Slave. Turn around and show Wanda your butterfly."

Kari did, but twisted her head, "Thank you again, Mistress Wanda, for the beautiful tattoo." We wandered away from Dave's and almost immediately came to a vendor called "Willy's Leathers." His display included leather clothing, bondage devices, collars, and cuffs. Oh yeah, and assorted whips and other punishment devices made from leather.

I picked up one of the multi-strand whips and showed it to Kari, "Slave? Doesn't this look like fun?"

"I've already sold five of those tonight." The vendor spoke up. "It has a lifetime guarantee. If you break it or wear it out, I'll replace it free of charge."

Poor Kari's eyes were wide, and she was shaking her head 'no'.

I grinned at the vendor, "I think we'll pass on the whips tonight." I turned to Kari, "We'll just stick with the belt." I did get Kari a leather outfit to wear around the house. It consisted of a green leather bikini top and matching leather short shorts. The vendor agreed to hold everything so that we could pick it up at the end of the evening.

We kept wandering. At the end of the first row, we discovered a vendor called 'Aladdin's' offering 'slave girl' outfits: think of the 60's TV show 'I Dream of Jeannie'. Kari actually grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the display counter. "Please Master?" I nodded. She excitedly sorted through the selection and picked out a pastel pink outfit of chiffon see-through pants, bikini top with bolero jacket, and pink veiled hat. I couldn't wait to come home from work some day and find Kari wearing that outfit.

We turned the corner and worked our way down the next aisle. At one stall I purchased Kari a set of butt plugs in graduated sizes--not to mention a good-sized bottle of anal lube. Kari looked skeptical--make that horrified--but quickly recovered when we came across a jewelry display. Kari oohed and aahed repeatedly as she examined the jewelry on display. She stopped when she saw a ring. She reached out and touched in lightly. "Ah! The vendor spoke up, "Your slave has a good eye; that ring is handcrafted in sterling silver. The design is based on a classic slave shackle. It has carefully sculpted, intricately detailed flowers and flourishes all over. Other Masters and Slaves will immediately recognize its symbolism; but, it is still appropriate for everyday wear.

Kari dropped to her knees and raised her hand.

"Speak."

"Please Master. May Slave have that ring?"

I started to nod, but the vendor interrupted, "Sir, I'm sorry, but that ring is just a demo--not for sale. But if your slave likes rings let me get her size--see if we have something that fits." Kari let him check her--she was a size 4.5--but she didn't find anything else she liked.

A chime sounded throughout the hall. Over the PA a voice announced, "Masters and Mistresses, dinner service will start in 45 minutes. All slaves report to the serving area for your instructions." Kari and I looked at each other. Being separated was not something I'd anticipated.

Luckily, Dave came along, "Brett? Masters dine--slaves serve. Veronica, take Kari to the serving area." I watched the two women walk away; Veronica was happily chatting as she pointed things out; Kari looked apprehensive.

I was surprised at how uncomfortable I felt being separated from Kari but I walked with Dave to the dining area. It took a while, but I finally found my assigned seat at a table in the far back left corner of the room. I obviously was not a VIP. I had been in my seat long enough to take a sip of water when the chime rang again--everyone stood. A man and a woman at the head table raised wine glasses. "Mistresses and Masters!" The man shouted, "I propose a toast... To The Gathering!"

"Here! Here!" Chanted the crowd and sipped the wine.

"Masters and Mistresses!" The woman shouted, "I propose a toast... To our slaves; May they serve us long and faithfully!" As soon as the shouts of 'Here, Here' had stopped, the chime sounded and a double door off to stage left swung open. The slaves marched into the ballroom and formed a double line at the front of the room, facing the gathering. I spotted Kari in the back row, near the right end of the line.

The crowd of masters and mistresses applauded and then everyone took their seat. "Slaves!" Commanded the Master of Ceremonies, "Look around, find your master or mistress. Raise your hand when you have them in sight." Kari was already staring at me. As soon as the MC sat, her hand flew up. She waited while the other slaves searched out their masters and mistresses. I felt sorry for one tiny, black-haired slave; she could not find her owner. She looked very young; if she was 18, it wasn't by much. She looked scared; her eyes darted wildly around the room. Finally, a woman at the table next to mine flashed her hand in the air and got her attention.

In the silence of the room, I heard the woman say, "That was so embarrassing. I'm gonna kill that useless little bitch when I get her back in my dungeon." The look in her eyes sent a chill down my spine.

"Slaves!" Shouted the MC, "Attend to your masters." The slaves flew around the room. Kari marched straight to me--tall and proud--and came to attention behind my chair.

I saw the little black-haired girl arrive to her mistress--the woman angrily backhanded her across the face and knocked her to the ground. Her tablemates nodded approval. The girl struggled back to her feet. I could see her back; it was crisscrossed by the scars of past beatings and the flaming welts of more recent punishments.

"Oh My!" Sighed the man sitting next to me, "Annabeth is in a fine temper tonight. I wouldn't be surprised if she's looking for a new slave come tomorrow morning. Then again, that girl has lasted almost three months..." I sat stunned at the casual violence; more stunned by the general acceptance of it by those around me.

The chime sounded again. All the slaves moved and returned to the front of the room and exited as a group. The masters and mistresses sat chatting. It wasn't more than a couple minutes when the chime sounded again and the slaves returned to the room; this time each carried a plate in their right hand and a towel on their left arm. The slaves all returned to their masters and stood to their left. When all the slaves were in place they began setting the plates in front of their masters. Kari served me quickly and then knelt down beside me.

I glanced to my right in time to see the black-haired girl trying to set the plate in front of her mistress. I watched the woman shoot out an elbow and deliberately knock the plate out of her hand. In the time it took me to mutter "Oh crap!" the woman was on her feet screaming. She punched the girl twice--once in the face, once in the stomach. The girl collapsed and curled into a ball. The woman kicked the girl and then turned to no one and announced, "May I have another salad?" While the girl lay shaking on the floor.

I'd had enough. I turned to Kari, "Go. Help that girl." I stood and followed close behind her.

"Leave my slave alone!" The woman cursed me as Kari and I helped the girl to her feet.

I pointed an accusing finger at the woman, "Don't even think about trying to stop me. I'm taking this girl to safety." I turned to Kari, "Take her to our truck, I'll be right there." I turned back to the woman, "You are a disgrace. You should be ashamed of yourself." I turned and followed Kari.

As I stormed out of the dining room and through the vendor displays, I heard a woman's voice calling from behind me, "Mr. Noonan." I ignored her and kept walking. I was so angry I was ready to hit somebody. I had to get out of there... ASAP.

"Brett! Wait!"

I turned and looked, "Oh hell! I am so fucked!" I muttered as I saw my CEO Ms. Haugen. She strode up to me. I looked her straight in the eye. "I will not apologize to that monster. She had no right to treat the girl like that!"

"Mr. Noonan. I did not expect to meet you here tonight. I want to see you in my office Monday morning as soon as you enter the building. Now, go see to your slaves." She spun on her heel and headed back to the dining room.

I stopped at the coat check room, gathered Kari's jacket, and left the hotel. I was through with this so-called gathering. I found Kari and the girl waiting by the passenger side of the truck. Kari had her arm around the girl's shoulder. I pulled the key fob out of my pocket and unlocked the truck. "Get in the back seat and buckle up." The slaves complied and I left the parking lot as fast as I could.

We got back to my house and I pulled into the garage. I held the door for Kari and the girl. "Slave Kari, take our guest to the bathroom and clean yourselves up. Check her back, make sure those wounds are clean. Use your anti-infection medicine on them. When you're done, return to the living room. Go!"

I hurried to my bar--no ice--so I pulled some from the freezer. Back at the bar I poured myself a big slug of Knob Creek. I finished it before I got back to my chair, so I went back to the bar and poured another slug--promised myself I'd sip the second one.

The slaves came out of the bathroom 20 minutes later. The girl was wearing her black mini-skirt and matching tank top; Kari had shed the white outfit and was back in her stockings, heels, and nothing else. Kari led the girl over--stopping her and showing her how to walk in straight lines. "Present" I ordered softly. "Welcome to our home Slave. What is your name?" Kari turned her head to look at the girl.

"Slave, Master." The girl answered, her head bowed.

"I mean what name did you go by before you became a slave?" I clarified.

"This slave has known no name but Slave."

"How long have you been a slave?"

"Forever, Master."

"How old are you?"

"Master? Slave does not know." She shrugged her shoulders. I leaned back in my chair and sipped my drink. Kari elbowed the girl, "Sister! Never shrug or nod! Master hates that." She whispered. I stood up and walked to the kitchen. My stomach growled.

"Slave?"

"Yes Master?" Answered Kari.

"Yes Master?" Answered the girl at the same time. I grimaced. My life was getting more complicated by the second.

I walked back to the living room, "Stand up Slave... Both of you." I pointed at Kari, "From now on you are Slave Kari," I pointed at the girl, "From now on--until I learn different--you are Slave... Annie. Are you hungry?"

"Yes Master," They answered in unison.

"Me too. Slave Kari, go call Gianinni's and order us a couple pepperoni pizzas for delivery. Show Slave Annie."

"Yes Master. Come on Sister Annie." The pizzas arrived. I had Kari get dressed and we all sat at the table. Kari still insisted on using a fork and knife. Annie looked like she wanted to pick up her slice; but she copied Kari.

After our late dinner Kari and Annie took care of the cleaning up. The women came back to the living room and kneeled in front of me. Kari raised her hand.

"Speak Slave Kari."

"Master, could we listen to the Beethoven 9th?"

"Of course." I put it on--after sending Kari to bring us all some water from the kitchen. We were about half-way into the 4th movement--I had just poured a fourth Knob Creek. It wasn't easy, the glasses seemed to be multiplying and moving--when a light flashed through the living room window. I didn't think too much of it and re-focused on the music. But a minute or two later I saw another flash of light, and almost immediately there was a knock on my front door. I went to the door and looked through the peep hole; it was Dirty Dave and he was carrying several bags.

I opened the door to let him in, "Hey Dave, sorry about making a scene..." The vicious Annabeth, smiling now, stepped out from behind Dave. I slammed the door shut. "Kari! Annie! Go to the bedroom. Lock the door. Don't come out until I tell you."

I waited until I heard the bedroom door slam and then opened the door again. I pointed at Annabeth, "You're not getting your hands on that girl. You've got 30 seconds to leave before I dial 9-1-1."

Dave dropped the bags in his arms and raised his hands, "Brett! Wait! Things are not what they seem." While Dave spoke I eyed Annabeth; she was smiling like a cat that ate the canary. "Please, may we come in?" Dave pleaded.

I stepped back from the door, "Okay. But if you make one move toward the girls, I call the cops."

"That won't be necessary, trust me." Annabeth said, still smiling.

"Trust you? After what I've seen tonight. I..."

Annabeth cut me off with a wave of her hand, "Elizabeth My Darling? I'm here!" She shouted.

I heard a squeal from the bedroom, followed by the door slamming open. The girl came running down the hall. She raced directly at Annabeth, "Mistress!" She cried, "You came for me!" The girl jumped into Annabeth's arms and wrapped her legs around her waist. The two tangled women kissed each other eagerly.

I stood there, stunned and wondering what the hell was happening. "Okay. That's enough Darling. Get down." Annabeth worked her way free of the girl. The girl immediately kneeled at her side and Annabeth patted her head. I realized I was still holding my Knob Creek--I gulped it down.

Annabeth turned and smiled at me as Kari came into the living room, "As Dave said, Brett, things are not as they seem." She reached down and once again patted the girl on the head. I could almost hear the girl purr.

I looked back and forth from Annabeth to the girl to Dave, "Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?"

Annabeth turned to Dave, "David? You're on."

Dave stuck out his hand; I took it--carefully. "Brett. Or should I say Master Brett. Congratulations, the Governing Committee of the Gathering has accepted you as a member."

"Huh?" Okay, I wasn't quite following the chain of events. I probably shouldn't have had those extra Knob Creeks.

"Let me explain," Dave began.

"Please. Slowly."

"Up to now everything has been a test of your character... your fitness to have a slave."

"But I have Kari?"

"Yes. But. Remember when I offered you $100,000 for her?"

"Yeah."

"If you'd accepted I'd have immediately reported you to the police for human trafficking."

"Oh. Crap!"

"Right. Remember when you refused the leather collar and said Kari was not a dog? I gave you serious positive points for that. Tonight, was your final test. We felt it was necessary after the way you forced Kari to have her nose pierced and then beat her. That gave us serious concerns about you."

Kari and I looked at each other and began laughing.

"What's so funny?" Dave and Annabeth said together.

I touched Kari on the shoulder, "Slave Kari, you explain."

"Master Dave," She began quietly, "This slave begged Master to let it have a nose piercing. Master agreed, but we decided it would be... fun... to pretend I didn't want it."

"What about the beating he gave you?" Dave answered.

"Slave was just making up numbers. Slave likes being spanked. Master gave Slave only one slap on each cheek so Slave would have a handprint to show you."

Dave looked at me, "I'll be damned. You fooled me." He grinned. I shrugged, then frowned.

I turned to Annabeth, "What about all the abuse you were pouring on that poor girl tonight? Who's testing who? The girl says she doesn't even have a damn name... doesn't know how old she is... and look at the scars on her back. And you have the nerve to criticize me?" I was shouting drunkenly by the time I finished.

Annabeth nodded and answered softly, "I regret the subterfuge... but we have to be sure. That's why you were seated near me." She tapped the girl on the shoulder, "Attention." The girl stood straight. "My slave's name is Elizabeth. She is 27 years old. We have been in a Mistress/slave relationship since the day she turned 18 and submitted to me. Turn around Elizabeth."

The girl turned. My skin crawled again at the sight of the scars and welts on her back. Annabeth picked at the girl's back with a long, perfectly manicured fingernail, and slowly peeled off the skin-colored membrane bearing the simulated wounds stuck to the girl's back. "Anyone who would do this to their slave... at least among those of The Gathering... would be immediately reported to the police. You should know, I pulled all those punches and slaps you saw tonight; Elizabeth is a wonderful actress, aren't you my darling?"

"Yes Mistress, thank you." The girl looked at Annabeth with adoring eyes.

"So, tonight was all a test? To see if I'd have the guts to stop the abuse?"

"Yes. That was the final test. But your invitation was a test as well," Annabeth answered. "For prospective members we deliberately leave the invitation vague. The committee was very impressed by you. You dressed your slave in white and were fairly conservative--an altogether proper outfit for your slave's Gathering debut. Two other prospective members, invited for the first time, showed up with their slaves dressed in black--absolutely unheard of for a first visit. Both those men had their slaves confiscated and were evicted from the meeting. We do not offer second chances." Annabeth finished. She turned to her slave Elizabeth, "Slave, how were you treated by Master Brett? j Speak honestly."

"With wonderful concern and respect, Mistress. When we arrived here, Master Brett immediately ordered Slave Kari to see that I was washed clean and my wounds tended to. I would not let her touch my back--I said it hurt too much. After I showered, Slave Kari brushed my hair, offered me anti-biotic cream for my wounds, and gave me a pair of panties. When we finished bathing, Master Brett ordered pizza and we ate a late dinner. Master Brett ordered Slave Kari and Slave Elizabeth to clean the kitchen and then we listened to music."

Annabeth turned to me, "Thank you for taking care of my Elizabeth. It's not often I let her out of my sight. We'd planned to have her stay with you overnight, but I just couldn't be without her. I hope there are no hard feelings?" She reached out and we shook hands--once I figured out which of the two hands I saw was the real one. I was seriously regretting the third and fourth drinks. My mind was fuzzed and I felt like the events of the evening were going at double speed while my brain was stuck in quicksand.

"And Brett," Dave was speaking now, "You left in such a hurry you forgot to pick up your purchases. Everything's in these bags. By the way, Slave Kari, I like your hair in the lighter auburn--it suits you."

"Thank you Master," Kari bowed in the direction of Dave and Annabeth, "Master is very kind."

Dave and Annabeth looked at each other before Dave spoke, "I guess that's it Brett, Slave Kari. You are now full members of The Gathering. In a couple days you'll receive a package in the mail--its contents are self-explanatory. Have a good evening." Dave, Annabeth, and Elizabeth left us.

I collapsed into the sofa and let my head rest on the seat back. "Master? Are you ill?" Kari asked.

"I'm drunk, Slave. When we got home I was so angry that while Elizabeth and you were in the bathroom I had a couple large bourbons. Kari stand still--I'm seeing two of you." Both Karis smiled and kneeled in front of me. I think I remember Kari asking me if I needed help getting to the bedroom.

*****

DAY 24--"Oh God!" I muttered the next morning and tried to force my eyes open. My mouth was dry and full of cotton, my head ached, my gut twisted in knots and felt like I'd swallowed a writhing ball of snakes. I couldn't move, "Cripes, I'm paralyzed," was my first panicked thought.

I finally got one eye open--the blinding sunlight immediately made me regret that small success; but at least I could see that the reason I couldn't move was that Kari was sprawled across my legs and using my belly as a pillow. Her eyes were open.

"Good morning Master," She greeted me with disgusting cheer.

"Shhh. Stop Yelling." I whispered as I grabbed my head to keep it attached to my neck. It throbbed anyway. Kari got herself untangled and crawled off the bed. She left me laying there--dying--on the bed and went to the bathroom. My angel of mercy returned in just a couple minutes. She brought me water, painkillers, and antacids. I took them all and begged for more. Kari refused my request to find a gun and shoot me--but she did help me sit up. She took my water glass back to the bathroom and refilled it. She also brought back a washcloth soaked in cold water. She wiped my forehead, face, and neck. With two glasses of water and a cool face, I decided I might survive after all. I also gave Kari permission to smack me over the head with a frying pan if she ever saw me reaching for a second round of bourbon--or any alcohol--again. Kari laughed happily; she thought I was joking.

By the time the afternoon rolled around I had started to feel almost human. I knew I was feeling better when I saw Kari, nude but for her stockings and heels, marching around the house and doing her chores. I got an erection while watching her. I leaned back on the sofa, watched, and waited for her to finish.

A bit after two she stopped. I told her to go shower. As she strode away, I changed my mind and chased after her. I caught up to her; set her on the bed long enough to remove her heels and stockings; and led her to the shower enclosure in my bath. I let Kari use the shower first while I shaved. When I finished I slipped into the shower behind her and took the face cloth from her, lathered it up, and started to scrub her back. By now, the colors of her butterfly tattoo had reached their full brilliance and glistened even brighter from her wet skin.

Finished with her back, I grabbed her shampoo and massaged it into her scalp. After that, we rinsed, repeated, and applied conditioner. "Master? The conditioner needs to sit for a while. Let this slave wash you, please?" With a saucy grin she added, "Slave promises not to hurt you."

She soaped up the cloth again and started scrubbing--and none too gently. She started with my face, "Close your eyes Master," and washed me carefully. With her free hand she lightly fondled my rapidly hardening cock.

She finished cleaning my front and arms and asked me to turn so she could do my back. When she'd satisfied herself my back was clean she took the cloth and pressed it between my butt cheeks. I flinched and shivered.

"Are you okay Master? Did Slave hurt you?" She wasn't smiling; but I was convinced she was teasing me.

"I'm fine Slave. Thank you. But when you did that, it reminded me that we need to begin your anal training with the butt plugs." It was her turn to flinch and shiver. 'Take that!' I thought to myself--trying to remember where I'd stashed the shopping bag with her plugs and lube.

In the meantime, Kari abandoned my ass and began soaping my lower body. She kneeled and carefully cleaned each of my feet and toes. Her last stop was to wash my groin area. She was extraordinarily thorough--soaping and rinsing my cock and balls three separate times before declaring me clean.

"Rinse, Master." She ordered, grabbing my hips and turning me to face the steaming shower.

DAY 25--I woke up feeling refreshed. I carefully lifted Kari's arm off my chest and slid out of bed. She grumbled a bit but didn't wake up. I went to the bathroom and showered. Being the weekend, I didn't bother shaving. I got my newspaper off the front steps; didn't see anything earth shattering on the front page so I found the page listing 'Help Wanted' ads. I had a hunch that after my meeting with Ms. Haugen the next day I'd be jobless, and it scared me. I'd been steadily employed since I was 13 and started delivering newspapers every afternoon; I'd never left a job without something better already lined up. Even five years ago when I retired from the military I already had been offered the position with Western Allegheny. The ads weren't helpful--they certainly weren't what they used to be--all they had were jobs calling for a strong back and minimal skills; in return most offered only minimum wage. I idly wondered if I'd get a decent reference.

DAY 27--I didn't sleep very well that night and I was still tired when I got out of bed in the morning. I left Kari in her bondage while I went to the bathroom. After pissing, I unlocked her cage, waited while she crawled out, and ordered her to go to the bathroom and then start breakfast. While I showered and shaved she brewed coffee, boiled eggs, and toasted bread. Everything was set on the table when I finished dressing and came out. I had plenty of time, so I had her kneel at my side while I ate and fed her.

I drove carefully and slowly to work. I really was in no hurry to face Ms. Haugen. I pulled into the company's parking lot and immediately spotted the black Bentley in her parking spot--there were other cars scattered around the lot. Inside, I made a quick stop at my office and dropped off my lunch and briefcase. I wondered if come lunchtime I'd still be working in the building. After a brief look around my office, I took a deep breath and headed upstairs for executive country.

As I approached her office, I passed the primary conference room. A group of 10 or so people were already in there, standing around and chatting. One of the women in the room glanced my way--I thought I detected a pitying look. I nodded in her direction and kept walking.

I entered the CEO's outer office and found her assistant waiting. "Good morning, Mr. Noonan." She picked up her phone, "Ms. Haugen, Mr. Noonan is here. Yes Miss. Mr. Noonan you may go straight in."

I knocked once and walked in. Ms. Haugen stood up to greet me. If I'd had to, I'd estimate that she was in her early 50's--not beautiful, but attractive--maybe even striking. She was tall and trim and wore a navy blue, pinstriped business suit accented with a crimson scarf. She had her sleek, steel-grey hair pulled into a tight chignon. She came from behind her desk.

"Good morning, Ma'am. You asked to see me."

"Good morning Mr. Noonan. Close the door, would you." I did. "Shall we talk about what happened Saturday evening?" Ms. Haugen asked.

I took a deep breath and waited for the axe to fall. "If we must. I've spoken with Dave and Annabeth since then. They explained the rationale behind the subterfuge. Still, I will not apologize for my actions. I felt the girl--her name is Elizabeth--was in immediate danger and I acted. If I've embarrassed you or the company and you have to let me go, I'll understand."

"You think I called you in to fire you?" Ms. Haugen looked surprised, "Oh dear no. I'm promoting you."

"Huh?" Afterwards, I wondered how stupid I sounded and looked at that moment.

"Effective immediately, assuming of course, that you are agreeable," Ms. Haugen continued, "I am going to put you in charge of WAMA's Special Projects Group."

I stared. "Ms. Haugen, from my time in the Air Force I know what the euphemism 'special projects' really means."

"Oh? Mind telling me?" She wasn't smiling now.

"You're just trying to get me out of the way so I don't screw things up until you can get rid of me. I've used the same tactic and terminology to get rid of a useless subordinate. Ms. Haugen, you don't need to patronize me. I'd rather just resign."

Now Ms. Haugen stared. The silence was uncomfortable.

Ms. Haugen smiled again. "Brett, I apologize. I'd quite forgotten about the negative meaning the phrase 'special projects' can carry when I chose that as the name of your group. Let me start again, you are not being marginalized or terminated: you are being promoted. I have selected you to be WAMA's first Vice-President of Special Projects."

Ms. Haugen went over to the door and opened it, "Francesca come in here for a moment; shut the door behind you and lock it." She turned to me, "Haven't you wondered what I was doing at The Gathering?"

The forty-something brunette entered, secured the door, and moved to Ms. Haugen's side. "Present!" Ms. Haugen snapped. Francesca dropped to her knees and looked up at Ms. Haugen. I could only stare--Francesca was Ms. Haugen's slave?

"Francesca, Dearest, congratulate Mr. Noonan on his promotion."

"Congratulations Master. My mistress was very proud of you on Saturday night."

"Ms. Haugen, I don't know what..."

"Please, Brett. You are a master; my name is Freda. By the way, your Special Projects Working Group is assembled and waiting in the Primary Conference Room--they don't know why they're there, but each of them was selected for a certain streak of independence and an ability to think outside the box. Your job is to get them working as one entity."

My brain finally started catching up. "And this is all because of Saturday night?"

"Hell no. I've had the idea for a special projects group for a while. But we didn't have anyone suitable to lead it. Your supervisor has been very impressed with how you picked up the pieces when we removed Miss Jenkins. I don't know if you heard, but she is facing several felony charges and we intend to see her prosecuted."

"I'll keep that in mind if any of my team get... um... too far outside the box?" Ms. Haugen matched my smile.

"Anyway Brett, when your supervisor brought you to my attention I started checking your background. You're a retired E-8, Air Force, right? I see that you completed a B. S. and MBA going to night school. I know how hard that is for someone in the military. I'm not sure anyone around here knows... or cares, but I'm retired military too--army--light colonel. Don't look so surprised... Sarge." She grinned widely.

"Okay, Kern."

"It's colonel. I... Oh. Right. Sergeant."

"Yes ma'am. Can't explain why; but I always hated being called 'sarge'."

"Okay. I'm glad we got that sorted out. Anyway, when you came to my attention I pulled some strings with an old friend in army personnel command, who called in a favor from a friend at Air Force Personnel Records Center, and got a look at your service record. I was impressed by a couple things; but mostly over your last nine years as an analyst--sticking your nose into all sorts of places. I bet some of my fellow officers just loved being asked questions by an NCO."

"Not really. But surprisingly I had more trouble with homesteaded NCO's than officers. The NCOs seemed much more threatened by a senior NCO stepping onto their turf and asking questions. I would imagine this 'Special Projects Group' will encounter some of the same resistance if we... when we... go across boundaries."

"I'll make an announcement at this morning's staff meeting at 10 AM, in the primary conference room. You'll need to be there so that I can introduce you. Your new office is down on the left. You have a nice view... if you like parking lots. So? Brett? Are you ready to go to work?"

"I am. Thanks for everything ma... Freda. We won't let you down." I started for the door.

"And Brett?"

"Yes?"

"Your slave, Kari? She's absolutely gorgeous. Take good care of her."

"I will. Thanks again for this opportunity."

CHAPTER 8

I walked out of the office relieved and a hell of a lot happier than when I walked in. I crossed the hallway and entered the conference room to find a guy wearing a suit in a shoving match with a guy in a sweater and jeans. Another couple guys were reclined in chairs with their feet up on the table. Two women had phones out and were busy texting. I didn't know any of these people. 'Cripes!' I thought. "Okay! Knock it off, settle down, and pay attention. We don't have a lot of time." I ordered in my softest, most threatening voice. I moved to a seat in the middle of the table, facing the glass wall, sat down. I didn't have to wait long for silence.

"My name is Brett Noonan. Ms. Haugen--you all know who she is, right--just offered me the chance to lead this group. Have you been told what we'll be doing?" I looked around the table but was met with blank stares and a few negative head shakes.

"Me either," I smiled. "All Ms. Haugen told me is that the people in this room are to be known as 'The Special Projects Group'. Ms. Haugen assures me that each of you is the best and brightest in their particular areas of expertise. Also, Ms. Haugen said she based her final selections on your ability--and willingness--to think outside the box." The guy in the suit and the guy in the sweater grinned at each other and bumped fists.

"I also assured Ms. Haugen that I would rein-in anyone who got too far out of the box and was in jeopardy of ending up like our former co-worker Trisha Jenkins. Any questions so far?"

No one said anything; most of them just shook their heads. "Okay... Ms. Haugen did not give me any specifics; however, she told me that the deciding factor in her choosing me to lead the group was the type of analysis work I did while I was in the Air Force. So that's where we're going to start... at least until we get more concrete guidance."

"So what the fu... heck are we supposed to do?" The guy in the sweater and jeans spoke up.

"That's an excellent question. Right now, I envision us as troubleshooters... only I expect us to shoot the issues before they cause trouble. Start by looking around your individual areas of expertise. Talk to each other; talk to your co-workers; interview the executives; let's see if we can find a way to talk to our customers. In the short time I've had to think about this, I can think of five general areas I'd like you all to consider." I moved over to the white board and started writing:

1. How can we improve the WAMA product?

2. How can we improve our customer relations?

3. How can we improve our processes?

4. How do we attract and keep the best, most motivated workforce in the industry?

5. How can we improve profits without screwing up the first four?

6. Identify and eliminate waste.

"After our meeting, I'll be in with the senior management. I will brief them to expect visits and questions from the members of our group. Also, Ms. Haugen did not address this, but I will: I'm going to ask to have each of you assigned to me as your manager/performance evaluator--I don't want you to ever feel uncomfortable asking questions in any of the departments you visit. I want you all answering to me--no one else. That way, if we ruffle any feathers I'll be the one to deal with it."

"Oh yeah. One other thing I just thought of. When you--individually or as a group--identify a problem that you want presented to senior management, make darn sure that you give me feasible solutions to that problem that I can present at the same time."

I saw a few nods and smiles, "Okay, we have a couple minutes." I pointed to the lady on my left, "Tell me about yourselves." They went around the room. The guy in the suit and the guy in the sweater turned out to be brothers--that explained the pushing and shoving--I felt better. I found that our group consisted of: one lawyer, one finance guy and one CPA, one risk analyst, two IT, one HR, one PR, one from advertising, a woman from the call center, and one administrative assistant.

"Mike? You're IT, right? Thanks again for the work on my laptop; Sorry, I didn't recognize you all dressed up."

"I am. As is Roger over there." The brother in sweater and jeans waved lazily.

"Great. I want you guys to get a list of everyone's company e-mail. See if you can set up a mail group where we can talk to each other. As soon as it's set up send out a message--make sure we all respond. In the meantime, I want you all to look at your own areas. If there are any concerns out there that folks don't have the nerve to bring up--that's where we'll start. I guess that's it. My office is always open--feel free to stop by anytime. It's down the hall somewhere; I haven't been there yet. Last chance--any questions?"

The lady from HR raised her hand, "Mr. Noonan. If you don't mind my asking, exactly what are you? I mean your title."

"Ms. Haugen promoted me to 'Vice President for Special Projects.'"

"Will we get pay raises?" The CPA asked.

"God! I hope so." I sighed theatrically and everybody laughed. "But pay scale wasn't part of my conversation with Ms. Haugen. I'll make that a priority the next time I meet with her--no promises though. That's it for now. Let's all get to work. When your e-mails are up, let me know where you are so I can visit. Wait! I just thought of one other thing: Don't limit your research to just our company. Look around, what are other places doing that works--and what can we learn? Okay, now I'm done." We emptied the room quickly--except for the administrative assistant; she waited while the others left.

"Mr. Noonan, my name is Janice Perkins. Ms. Haugen assigned me, pending your approval of course, as the admin for you and the group.

"Sounds good Ms. Perkins, let's go find our office."

We walked down the hall checking the doors; finally found the one with my name on a placard. "I guess this is it. It feels strange seeing my name on a door."

"Brett?" Ms. Haugen called as she approached me. There were still a few others around.

"Yes Ma'am? Ms. Perkins and I found our office. Come on in." I held the door for her.

I glanced around. The outer office had two generic gray metal chairs and a desk. If I didn't know better I'd have suspected I was back in my Air Force office. The inner office wasn't much different; my first thought was 'industrial dull', "Care to sit?" I asked Ms. Haugen.

"Thanks; But no. I just came down to let you know that I watched your meeting on CCTV. Even with so little time to prep, I think you handled it perfectly. I thought your mission brief was excellent."

"Thanks. I was a little intimidated by the lawyer. I'm not sure how I'll deal with them."

"You're a smart guy. You'll figure it out."

"Thanks for your confidence. Oh! One other thing Ms. Haugen, about the group? Will there be pay raises for my people?"

Ms. Haugen nodded, "I'm not calling it a raise--I want your team hungry, slightly paranoid, and anxious to keep their positions. Except for you, all members will receive a 7.5% bonus each month. The bonus depends on remaining in your group. By the way, Brett, have you had time to think about your compensation package?"

"I haven't even had time to breathe." I sighed and rubbed my eyes; my early fear-of-losing-my-job adrenaline and the unexpected promotion adrenaline were starting to wear off. I suddenly was exhausted. "Can we discuss it tomorrow--or the next day?"

"Absolutely. Do some research--check around. And don't undervalue yourself." Ms. Haugen looked around the office. "And for heaven's sake call the services department. Tell them you need this place furnished commensurate with your position as a VP, not some schmuck hiding in a basement closet. They know what that means."

"Yes ma'am." She took off while I sat down and took a deep breath. "Ms. Perkins would you call down to services?"

"Yes sir, I'll be delighted to."

"Thanks. After the staff meeting I'll go downstairs and clean out my old desk. I'm not sure if I'll have to brief a replacement--so I may be gone most of the afternoon--or not."

"Okay. Do you have a phone? I'll text if something requires immediate attention."

"Excellent. I'd better get going. Don't want to be late for my first senior staff meeting--or do I?"

Ms. Perkins laughed as I strolled out the door and down the hall.

I walked into the conference room; wasn't sure about seating protocol so I stood by the door, stalling to try and get a feel for the room. A gentleman I didn't recognize spotted me, "Where's the coffee?"

"No idea, Sorry."

"Well, what the hell good are you? Get out of here. This meeting is for senior managers only."

I didn't have to answer; Ms. Haugen chose that instant to enter the room. "Ah welcome Brett. Grab a chair, its first-come, first-served. "Everyone, this is Brett Noonan, our newest Vice-President. He'll be leading my new Special Projects Group. We'll talk more about this later. Let's get down to business." I was quickly forgotten.

The meeting lasted roughly 90 minutes. Ms. Haugen kept things moving; each attendee seemed well prepared. It wasn't until near the end that she acknowledged me; she basically repeated the improvised speech I'd given my group. She did add that we had her complete support to look into every aspect of the company's operation. I didn't have anything to add; but I told everyone they could expect to see me around and that I and my group would be making appointments to talk with each and every one of them.

I stopped by my office (new) on my way to my office (old). Ms. Perkins advised me that services would be up to furnish my office around 2:00. I asked if I'd had any calls; she just shook her head. "Oh wait! Mr. Noonan? Services did ask if you had a preference for art on your wall?"

I nodded, "I do. If possible I would like abstract prints; something by Mondrian, Gorin, or Mitchell would be fantastic."

"Really? I thought you'd be more of a Rembrandt or Van Gogh person." Ms. Perkins grinned, "I'll let services know."

"I'm going down and clean out my old place and see if my boss needs anything. I'll be back before too long." I walked down the stairs and made my way to... well I used to call it an office, really it was about the size of a nice closet. I piled my personal things on the one visitor's chair and then went to find my boss.

When he saw me in his door he didn't look very happy, "Why the hell didn't you tell me you were bucking for a promotion?" He snapped.

"Mr. Hayes, honestly I had no idea." I stayed standing--he didn't offer me a seat, "The CEO stopped me as I left work Friday..." I skewed the timeline a little, "And told me to report to her first thing today. I thought I was being fired. If you'd like I'll show you the job site search history on my computer from this weekend. Then I got here this morning and she dropped the VP bombshell on me. Then, with no time to think, I had to meet and brief the 10 people that are going to work for me."

My boss nodded, "Word is, she gave you the run of the company. I knew something was up because Ms. Haugen has called me several times over the last few weeks asking about you. She warned me not to say anything. Brett, I like you; but you want to be careful. There are already rumblings that some of the senior people aren't happy. They're worried you'll be stomping on their turf."

"Yeah. I worried about that too. When I spoke with Ms. Haugen this morning I didn't get a chance to voice my concerns to her. I'll figure out something."

"Good luck. Those damn VPs are a touchy lot--sorry, no offense."

I laughed, "None taken."

"So, do you have any suggestions who I should move into your office?"

"McKay. She's sharp." I answered without hesitation.

"My thoughts exactly. Thanks. I'll let her know."

"Okay. All my case files are in the office and up to date. She shouldn't have any problems. If she has any questions, you guys know where to find me." We shook hands and I took off. I didn't tell him that if any of the initial members of my team failed or quit, Stacey McKay would be my first choice as a replacement.

I carried my stuff back upstairs and found the corridor blocked by the services crew moving my office furniture. They saw me waiting and moved their trolleys just enough for me to squeeze by. Ms. Perkins greeted me with a smile. "It's looking much better already sir. Also, Roger from IT called; our mail group is all set up and ready to go and he's invited you to send out the first message to notify everyone."

"Great. I'll do that. Anything else?"

"Yes sir. Loni, our representative in HR called and asked to speak with you. She said she had some info you might be interested in."

"Thanks. Ah... do I have her number?"

"Extension 9284, dial 8 first."

Without thinking I grabbed Ms. Perkins' phone and dialed. "HR, Loni Corning."

"This is Brett Noonan. Ms. Perkins gave me a message to call you?"

"Right. Yes sir. I did some research; I've sent you an e-mail with some facts and figures I think you'll find useful in the next couple days. Promise me, though, that once you read it, you'll erase it--permanently; and please don't print it."

"It all sounds very mysterious. We're not venturing into anything... ah... of questionable legality, are we."

"Nothing like that sir. Just sensitive. Something a new VP should see."

"Okay. I'll check it out. Thanks." We hung up.

I walked into my office. "Wow!" The gray industrial drab was gone. I had a beautiful wood desk, a comfortable-looking executive chair, and a matching credenza. An 8'x10' intricately patterned blue oriental carpet covered most of the floor. Five moderately comfortable chairs were arranged around the front of my desk.

On the far wall there was a sofa and a couple more chairs. The sofa was covered with framed art prints. "So, Sir? Do you see anything you like?" The services crew chief asked. I pointed to 'Composition II in Red, blue and yellow' and 'Broadway Boogie Woogie', both prints by Piet Mondrian.

"The two Mondrian prints will be perfect." I said.

The service's lead gestured to a couple idyllic nature prints, "Perhaps some nice, soothing mountains?" He suggested.

"No thanks. Those would start me thinking about the mountains and nature and the places I've been that have mountains and then the lakes and then skiing and then... anyway, I like the abstract prints; they don't distract me.

"I understand, Sir. We'll hang these two right away."

I grabbed my laptop and went out to Ms. Perkins' area. I plopped into one of the chairs and opened my company e-mail. Loni Corning's was right at the top; she'd sent me a summary of the compensation packages for every VP in the company. 'I thought you might like to see these' she added at the bottom.

The salaries ranged from $150K to a little over $200K, not to mention an impressive list of perks and bonuses. I called Ms. Haugen's admin and asked for an appointment; she slotted me in at 5:00. The service's lead came out and told me they were finished. I looked things over, approved, and let them go. I tried my new chair--much more comfortable than I was used to. Checking my desk, I found an assortment of outlets and receptacles for my electronics.

I composed an e-mail to the team. I asked everyone to respond immediately with their office phone and a location--and that I'd be spending the rest of the afternoon visiting everyone. It took about three minutes before my laptop pinged. Then it immediately pinged again--and again.

On my way out I told Ms. Perkins that I'd be on my phone--and to call if anything important needed my attention. I was very pleased when I'd finished my walk around. All but one of the team (the lawyer) had scheduled interviews with various managers. I told them that if they approached senior managers and were rebuffed to notify me. I also suggested a few leading questions that I'd found effective at getting people talking.

Five o'clock rolled around fast. I sent Ms. Perkins home and made my way to Ms. Haugen's outer office. Francesca greeted me as I strode into Ms. Haugen's suite, "Good afternoon sir. Ms. Haugen is waiting." She held the door for me.

"Good afternoon Brett. Trouble already?"

"No Ma'am. You asked me to contact you when I was ready to discuss my compensation package. I'm ready."

"I see. What do you have in mind?"

"First, before we talk about me, I have two other things. I want all the people on my team reporting to, and answerable only to, me. You were military, you know what a bitch chain-of-command can be to new ideas. I want them to be able to express thoughts, ask questions, throw out ideas, without worrying about their supervisor."

"Excellent idea. Agreed. Send the notice to HR. Next?"

"Base salary: $155,000. Stock options commensurate with the other VPs."

"Acceptable. Continue."

"Full match 401(k)."

"Acceptable--up to 15%."

"Twenty percent." I responded.

"Seventeen point five. Final Offer." Ms. Haugen countered.

"Agreed. Finally, I need the best health and dental package available--both for me and my... ah..."

"Your Kari... Acceptable. I will approve the same plan I have with my Francesca. Anything else... Company car? Clothing allowance? Country club memberships?

"Don't need a car, I have my brand-new truck. I haven't played golf since I left the Air Force. Maybe the clothing allowance would be nice, I imagine I look a little scruffy compared to the other VPs." Ms. Haugen smiled but did me the honor of not agreeing with me--at least not out loud.

"Anything else?" Ms. Haugen asked as she reached into her desk drawer.

"I can't think of anything else. Honestly, I feel like a kid who just got turned loose in a toy store." I said as Ms. Haugen pulled a bottle of Knob Creek out of the drawer.

"Good. But remember I expect results." She warned. "Care for a drink before you take off?"

"Thanks. But no. I'm still recovering from the hangover after the gathering confrontation with Annabeth--plus I need to drive home."

Ms. Haugen smiled as she leaned back and sipped, "One of the pleasures of having a driver." She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, "You know," She began again, "Annabeth is quite an accomplished CEO; she also has a seat on the WAMA board of directors. She's quite taken with you--and very impressed with your efforts to protect her Elizabeth."

I shrugged and stood up, "I'm just glad she was standing behind Dave. If she'd been in front I probably would have punched her. I guess I'd better get going. Thanks again for your faith in me. I won't let you down."

"I know. Good evening Brett."

Outside her office I stopped and took a deep breath, "Goodnight Francesca."

"Goodnight Mr. Noonan... Master."

I drove home in a daze. I was glad I declined the drink; even sober I darn near ran through a red light when my mind wandered. I opened all the windows. I hoped the blast of fresh air would help me pay attention to my driving. I finally made it home safely and sighed with relief as I pulled into the garage.

I entered the house and found Kari right where she was supposed to be and waiting to be inspected. I gave her a cursory examination... she was perfect just like always. "I have news." I said as I led her to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed and began to untie my shoes. Kari would have none of that; she kneeled, pushed my hands out of the way, and removed my shoes and socks. "The CEO didn't fire me..." I continued when Kari finished with my shoes. "She promoted me and gave me the title Vice President of Special Projects."

Kari forgot about discipline and gave me a hug and kiss, "Congratulations Master."

"Thank you. I got a nice pay raise. I also negotiated for high quality health and dental insurance--for both of us." She silently slipped into a perfect 'submit' position. Once I'd changed into sweats and a t-shirt we returned to the living room. With a sly smile, Kari asked if I'd like a Knob Creek. I declined.

The Gathering package arrived in that afternoon's mail. Inside the box I found a simple metallic card--gold colored--with 'Master Brett Noonan' engraved on it. The attached note said that the card contained an imbedded chip that would serve as my ID at any Gathering related business or activity. I also found a list of Gathering-friendly vendors and service providers within a 100-mile radius of my house. I dug into the protective wrapping and found a 6"x6"x6" box; inside that was a small red velvet jewel box and a sealed envelope. A tag on the outer box read, 'Slave Kari.' I peeked inside the box and smiled. "Slave! Come here." I called out.

Kari came out of the kitchen, where she'd been preparing dinner, and kneeled in front of me. "Yes Master?"

I handed her the sealed envelope, "Open and read this." She used her fingernail to tear open the envelope and pulled out a white card embossed with a gold edge. She started reading and it wasn't long before her eyes went wide. She handed the card to me.

The Masters of The Gathering, having examined and tested your obedience and loyalty to your master, as well as your compassion to others, award you with this token. By donning this ring, you acknowledge your willing and total lifelong submission to your master.

I nodded. "Master? May this slave see the ring, please?" I handed her the small red box and watched as she opened it. She smiled. The box held the sterling silver slave ring she'd so admired at the event. A note in the box read, 'This ring cannot be purchased; it can only be awarded by The Gathering Committee. Congratulations Slave Kari.'

"Master?" Kari whispered and held out her right hand, "If you'll have me, I will proudly wear the ring for you."

"Kari? Are you sure. Do you understand that except in the case of emergency if you put on this ring you've given up your right to use the freedom clause in our contract? Are you sure you understand."

"Yes Master, Slave understands."

I could only shake my head. "Well I don't. If I've counted right you still have two of the 30 days left. I want you to wait--and think. If on the 30th day you're still committed to your enslavement, I will present you with your ring. I want you to go to your cage now. For the next two days you will remain there, in silence, and meditate on what your life will be. You may leave your cage only to go to the bathroom. You will remain absolutely silent from now until I give you permission to speak. Think, and consider if this is the life you truly desire. Go." Looking sad, Kari turned and marched out of the living room. A couple minutes later I heard the toilet flush; a minute or so after that I heard the faint clang of her cage door closing.

I went over to my bar and grabbed the bottle of Knob Creek; looked at it for a couple seconds, then put it back and went to the fridge for a nice cold Coke.

After the drink, I spent a couple hours working outside; trying hard not to think about... anything. I mowed the lawn; trimmed a couple hedges; and finally weeded and watered a small perennial garden I'd planted the year before. I put away all my tools and returned to the house. I threw a couple frozen meatloaf dinners in the oven and went to take a shower. Kari was in her cage; sitting against the back grate with the ratty old blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Her eyes were closed. "Slave, you may go to the bathroom. Remember you are to remain silent." She crawled out of the cage, bowed deeply, and marched out of the bedroom. When I heard her toilet flush I went into my bathroom and showered. I changed into clean clothes and went to the kitchen. Finding the meatloaf done, I put together a tray with a small salad, the meatloaf dinner, a banana, and a glass of water. I delivered the tray to Kari and then went to eat my own dinner. It felt strange to eat alone.

After eating I returned to the bedroom. Kari's tray sat outside her cage--she'd eaten about 3/4 of her meal. I took the tray to the kitchen, washed the dishes, and put everything away. Back in the living room, I turned on the TV and changed the channel to watch a ballgame. Once again I passed on the bourbon and opted for plain water. The game ended and I walked back to my bedroom, showered again, and got into bed. "Slave go to your bathroom, clean yourself, and get back in your cage. Be silent."

She obeyed. Thirty minutes later she slipped quietly back into the bedroom. I stood up. "Floor!" I ordered. The slightest expression of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly dropped. "Foot!" She raised her ankle and I fastened the ankle cuff and chain--something I hadn't done for a while. "Get in your cage. I'll see you in the morning Slave."

DAY 30--I woke up as usual and hung my legs over the edge of my bed. Kari was awake, sitting in the corner of her cage with her legs crossed and eyes closed. "Slave, look at me." I said softly. Kari opened her eyes. "Your meditation time ends when I leave for work. You may leave your cage, do your housework, eat, and use the bathroom. When I get home this evening I want you dressed and looking nice. Do you understand?"

Kari, still in her cage, nodded and silently assumed a perfect submit position. "Good." I showered, shaved, and put on a clean suit. After that I undid the locks on Kari's ankle and cage door.

I started with a 9:00 am group meeting. They were ready with several interesting proposals for areas they wanted to dig into. I also ended up firing Jared--the guy from legal--he'd accomplished nothing; and worse, talked to no one. I dismissed him from the meeting, followed him out, and told him not to bother coming back. He didn't seem unduly upset. I also received and took care of two managers' 'complaints' about my people prying into areas that didn't concern them--I forcefully reminded the managers that there was nothing that didn't concern my people.

When the meeting ended I sent off an e-mail to HR releasing Jared back to the legal department. When Janice and I were back in the office, I asked her if I had any appointments. She shook her head negative. "Good. I'm going downstairs and see about replacing Jared."

"Yes sir."

I used the stairs and made my way to Mr. Hayes' office. I found him sitting there pouring over a document. I knocked on his door frame. "C'mon in Brett... I mean Mr. Noonan. How can I help you sir?"

"First, let's forget the Mr. and sir stuff."

"Okay. I had to be sure."

"Yeah. I'm still trying to get a handle on things."

"Word is that you already fired a member of your team. Is that true."

"Jesus! It was only a half-hour ago. How did it circulate so fast."

"So, it's true?"

"Yeah. The guy from legal. That's why I came down here. I want Stacey McKay to replace him--but I wanted to talk to you first before I approached McKay."

He grimaced, "First you, now Stacey?"

"I won't draft her; she has to accept my offer. Do you have a candidate to take her place?"

"We have a new kid--don't think you've met him--Harry Johansen. But he's pretty green. Can you give McKay seven training days to get him up to speed?"

"That'll work. Let me go talk to her and see if she's game." I stood up and got ready to leave.

"Hey Brett?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for the heads-up. I appreciate it."

"Just common courtesy, don't you think?"

"You'd be surprised Brett. Watch your ass--so far, the whisperings coming from above are not in your favor."

I smiled and waved as I went to find Stacey McKay. She and I had actually started with WAMA within a week of each other. She was much younger than me--she said she'd just finished grad school with an MBA.

I found her and made the offer--she turned the job down flat--completely uninterested. She told me that according to the grapevine, participation in my group was going to mean career suicide. I tried to persuade her, but she wouldn't budge. I gave up, thanked her for listening, and left. I stopped by Mr. Hayes' office again and told him he was off the hook. Dejected, I walked back to my office. I sulked in my comfy chair for about 10 minutes and then got to work planning how to make membership in the Special Projects Group group the most desirable job in WAMA--other than being the CEO of course.

I paused in my notetaking, okay doodling, and went out to Janice's area to grab some coffee. I sipped my coffee, "Ms. Perkins? May I ask you a question?"

"Of course. And please, Janice."

"Okay. Janice... since you found out you were joining this group, have you been pressured or subjected to any negative actions?"

She dropped her eyes and studied her desk. Her fingers fiddled with a couple pens. She shook her head 'no', but she didn't say anything and she didn't meet my eyes. I retreated to my office and opened up the group e-mail list. I sent a message to everyone. This time, though, I didn't ask. Instead, I demanded to know what pressures or threats they were receiving.

Within half an hour I'd heard from everyone. What they reported wasn't promising; however, the worst of the intimidation and interference seemed to be coming from only two VPs at my level, plus the senior VP above them. I called Loni in HR again and asked if she could give me any info on the three of them. She agreed. Ninety minutes later she called back and gave me what I needed.

I called the Senior VP's office and told an assistant I was coming up.

"But Mr. Watkins is in a meeting..." She began.

"Then get him out. I'll be there in 10 minutes--and I'm not waiting." I reread all the messages from my group; now I was truly pissed.

"I'm going up to Mr. Watkins office. I shouldn't be long." I told Janice, "I have my phone."

I hurried up to Watkins' office--caught him as he tried to leave. "We need to talk right now!" I blocked his escape route and ushered him back into his office.

He turned and snapped, "Young man I don't know what you're playing at..."

I pointed to his chair, "I'm not playing. Mr. Watkins sit down and please pay attention! You and your two henchmen have interfered with my group's charter for the last time. Now! Here's the deal--and this is not a negotiation. Right now, you send out an inter-office memo to all departments and personnel in this company. Item one: you will fully endorse the creation and the mission of the Special Projects Group. Item two: you will acknowledge the superior accomplishments of the team members and heartily recommend future promotions for any member of my team who has excelled and desires to move up. Three..."

"Young man I will not be spoken to..." He stormed.

"Three: If I don't see that memo company-wide in thirty minutes, I will make you, your office and its budget, and your entire department the sole focus of my research and investigation. That is not a threat--it's a promise; for example, how will you explain your three relatives on the payroll at double the salary of others with the same paygrades and job descriptions? Think about your answers--carefully."

He slumped back in his chair, "How..."

I turned my back on him, then stopped, "One final thing... Those two sycophant VP's you've got doing your dirty work will immediately disappear. Your thirty minutes start now." I stormed out and slammed his door--startling his two 'assistants'.

I returned to my office. Janice asked me if I was okay. She said I looked a little red. I told her that I'd either solved our group's access problems or got myself fired. We'd see.

It took 25 minutes before my private line rang. "Brett Noonan."

"Brett, it's Freda Haugen."

'Oh Shit!' I'm a dead man.' I thought. "Good afternoon, Ma'am. How can I help you?" I said.

"Would you care to tell me how you convinced Ezra Watkins to issue such a strong endorsement for your group? Especially considering how strongly he's been campaigning behind the scenes for your elimination."

"Well, Ma'am. I just visited his office and we had a very frank discussion concerning my group's value in finding and weeding out wasteful spending and practices withing WAMA. I also promised to make his directorate--if that's the right word--a point of particular interest as I did my research."

"I see." She paused. "And I hear two of Ezra's top VPs were just... um... asked to resign?"

"News travels fast. I hope this let's everyone know that I will not tolerate my people being impeded, threatened, or coerced. I made that very clear to Mr. Watkins."

"As you should. Brett--just between you and me--what leverage did you have on Ezra to force this... result."

"Sorry Ma'am, that has to stay between him and me--assuming that he resolves the issues my team discovered."

"Very well Brett. I'll trust your judgement. Meanwhile, I need to get started on the hiring process for a couple VP's. I don't suppose you'd be interested in moving up..."

"Thank you, but no. I'm having too much fun right now. You might speak with my old boss, Mr. Hayes. He's a good leader and a good man."

"I'll take that under advisement. Go ahead and get back to work."

CHAPTER 9

"Thanks. Oh! One last thing; I'd like to send out a memo advertising an opening to replace the guy I fired. Is that okay with you?"

"Fine... have anyone in mind?"

"I did, but she refused because of the pressure and misinformation that was coming down from Watkins' flunkies. If she wants the job now, she'll have to compete for it. Thanks for taking time to talk with me." As Ms. Haugen hung up, I looked at my watch; it was approaching six. Time to go home.

Satisfied with my day's work, I turned my truck radio up loud and sang along with James Hetfield as I drove home. I thought about Ezra Watkins as my buddy James and I belted out "... And I dub thee Unforgiven..."

Kari greeted me in a perfect submit pose.

"Stand up Slave; inspection position"

Kari pushed to her knees, then rocked back and gracefully rose to her feet. She took her position--eyes cast down, feet together, hands at her side--and waited. I let her stand there in silence for almost a full minute. She didn't twitch. She was 'dressed' in her green leather bikini, green jewelry and nose chain, and black sandals. She'd pulled her hair into a simple high ponytail. Her collar gleamed.

"Slave, today is your 30th day with me." I paused. Kari made no sound or move.

"Slave repeat the contract's last slave's rule. You may speak."

"Yes Master. During Its first 30 days as Slave if, at any time, it utters the phrase..." She paused, "If it utters a certain phrase, It's collar will be removed and It will be released. After the 30th day, the length of servitude is indefinite and at Master's discretion."

"Slave! Look at me!" I barked. Inside I felt sick; I knew Kari messed it up on purpose, even knowing she could be punished. Kari looked up but did not meet my eyes.

"You quoted the caveat incorrectly. Why?"

Kari stayed silent.

"You may speak."

"Thank you, Master. It has thought of the last rule several times since submitting to Master. It feared that saying the phrase, even if just quoting as It did just now, would lead to It being released from servitude. It does not want that. Master, Slave only wishes to obey and serve. Master... Slave knows it will be punished, but must say this... Master, I love you and I do not want to leave."

"Slave..." I didn't know what to do. She'd said 'I love you'--clearly the 'I' warranted a spanking. But how could I justify punishing this beautiful woman who'd just professed her love. "You just used the word I. You know what that means?"

"Yes Master. It understands." She turned as smoothly as smoke, executed a perfect 90-degree bow of obedience, and moved toward the bedroom.

Watching her stride away from me I was struck by the confidence in her motions--contrasting the absolute surrender of herself to my whims. Was she truly satisfied with her life? I sure as hell didn't know.

"Slave! Stop!" She halted at the beginning of the hallway and stood at attention. "Forget the bedroom. Go to my office. In the top drawer of the filing cabinet, you'll find a folder marked 'Contract'. Bring that folder to me. You have permission to enter my office. Go!" She hustled away.

I strolled over to my wall unit and cued up some classical music. Considering the way my month of scheming to deter Slave had backfired, I thought it was altogether fitting to hear 'O Fortuna' from 'Carmina Burana' being played on the local classical music station. All I could do was shake my head as I sat back and listened to the music. Shit! Shit! Shit! What was I going to do now?

I sat and brooded until Kari returned and held out the folder. I took it from her and opened it. Kari dropped down to 'present' while I read our contract for the first time in thirty days--it still made my skin crawl.

I closed the folder and placed it on the end table next to the sofa. "Get up. Join me on the sofa. Please." I turned my body to face her. Eventually she sat and adjusted her position. I made my decision.

"Kari, look at me."

She didn't budge, "My name is Slave." She whispered.

"Your name is Kari. Look at me and say it. That's an order." Funny, in twenty-some years in the Air Force I'd never said 'that's an order.'

"Master, It's..."

"Say it." I repeated gently as I reached out and softly lifted her chin. She looked as if she wanted to cry.

"Master... It's... My name is... Sl... Kari... Kari Mathilde."

"That's right." I leaned forward and kissed her. "And from now on my name is Brett. No more 'Master' or 'Sir'." I kissed her again. Her eyes went wide.

"Do you really love me?" I asked just before I kissed her again.

"Yes Mast... Brett. With all my heart."

"I guess you should know--I love you too. But we both know Masters and slaves cannot love each other. Don't we?"

"Yes Master." Kari whispered as a tear slid down her cheek.

"So..." I paused, "What are we going to do?"

Kari trembled and shook her head.

I picked up the slave contract and looked at it, "This is garbage!" I ripped the paper in half, and then in half again. "Kari, My Love, your time as my slave is finished. You are no longer bound by the nonsense on this paper."

"But Master... I mean Brett. I was happy. What do I do now? Have I displeased you?"

"Absolutely not. Having you here, with me, I've never been happier in my life. But what you do now is up to you."

"Me?"

"That's right. If you are bound and determined to live your life as a slave, then we'll call Dirty Dave and ask him to find you a new master."

"But Mast... Brett... I don't want someone else. I love you... I want to serve you."

"I'm honored you feel that way," I said as I took her hands in mine and kissed the back of each, "But I'm sorry Kari, I will not keep you here as my slave. So, you have to decide--and I know that's hard for you--do you want to be a slave or do you want to stay here and we'll start discovering life together?"

She pulled her hands away and got up from the sofa. She paced around the living room--stopping at her rest spot--but continued out to the kitchen. I heard water running before Kari returned with glasses of water for both of us. She put her glass on a coaster; then she kneeled in front of me and offered a glass to me.

I accepted the glass and took a sip. "And?" I asked as she remained kneeling in front of me.

"Being here with you is the most important thing in the world. I want to stay with you."

"Then stand up. No more kneeling and bowing. Join me?" I patted the sofa next to me. Kari rose from the floor and eased herself down with her thigh nestled against me. I put my arm across her shoulders and applied pressure until she rested comfortably against me. I leaned to my right and softly kissed the top of her head.

"Kari I want to talk about our relationship."

She turned and smiled, "Brett... there's something I need to say. But I don't know if I have the words... please be patient."

"Let me speak first, please. Do you understand that I am uncomfortable with referring to you as 'Slave'," I held up my fingers as air quotes. "Especially nowadays when that word has such negative and barbarous historical connotations.

"I understand. But..."

"Kari..." I tried to interrupt, but she gently put a finger across my lips.

"BUT!" She continued insistently, "I've done some reading. Perhaps, instead of Master and Slave, we'd be better served with the terms Dominant and submissive? "

"But I'd still be taking your..." I tried again.

"Brett, please. You aren't taking anything. I am freely submitting to you. It pleases me immensely to offer you my obedience, loyalty, and love. Submitting to you, serving you, and making you happy makes me happy. Would you be upset if I call you Sir instead of Master?"

"I'd like that." I gave up. "Perhaps I'll address you as Pet."

Kari leaned up and kissed me on the cheek, "That would be wonderful... Sir."

We sat quietly for a couple minutes. I finished my glass of water; Kari didn't touch hers. I watched Kari's chest rise and fall; I wondered if she was asleep. "Master? I mean Brett... Sir?" She surprised me when she spoke.

"Hmm?"

"May we listen to the Beethoven again?"

I nodded and reluctantly removed my arm from around her. "Come on. I'll show you how to work the system. You can listen to anything you want--anytime you want." We turned on all the components and then I showed her how to clean an LP before playing it.

We returned to the sofa. Kari sat and tucked her legs and rested her head on my shoulder. "Sir?"

"Yes, my pet?" Kari sat, tucked her legs, and rested her head on my shoulder again. It wasn't long before I felt her hand resting on my thigh and her fingers tapping in time with the music.

"Sir? I have a question. May I call you Master occasionally... when we're alone of course, and we're feeling... um... playful?"

"That would be okay. But only if we're alone... maybe if we're amongst other masters." If she was trying to arouse me with her tapping, she succeeded. By the time the first movement was half over I was straining against the zipper of my pants. When the symphony's second movement began, she didn't jump as she did the first time--until I leaned over and nipped her earlobe. She hissed and turned to face me. I took the opportunity to kiss her again. Her lips parted and our tongues played--until I captured her lower lip between my teeth and bit down lightly. Her eyes went soft, "Harder!" She murmured and wrapped her arms around me. I increased the pressure just a little and Kari ran her tongue along my top lip. "Mmm." She groaned and rolled to straddle me while lacing her fingers into my hair.

"Aah!" She sighed as she ground against my restrained but rapidly growing erection. I released her lower lip and moved to her neck. That distracted her while I reached back and released the catch on her green leather bikini top and allowed her perfectly formed breasts to spring free.

I firmly sucked her left nipple between my lips and gave it a good working over with my tongue. Kari wiggled and moaned until I reached up and massaged her right breast; then in the middle of one of her groans I pinched and twisted her right nipple. She shrieked, shuddered, and collapsed forward with her head on my shoulder. "Sir," She whispered hoarsely, "I apologize. I came without permission." She shuddered again as I bit down on her left nipple. "Twice... Sir." She sighed.

She recovered her composure and sat back... smiling. She began undoing the buttons on my shirt. We struggled a bit to work the shirt off without Kari falling off my legs, but as soon as my sleeve cleared my arm, she immediately attacked my nipple with her tongue... while her long, perfectly manicured fingers began loosening my belt and zipper.

With my pants undone Kari slid off and kneeled in front of me. I was about to remind her she didn't need to kneel anymore when she began untying my shoes and removing them along with my socks. "Lift up Master," She insisted.

"Brett. Remember? No more contract?"

"Yes Sir, I remember. But we're alone... and I'm playing... Now lift up... please?"

I did and it didn't take her long to get my pants off. She had a little trouble working off my underpants... she had to work carefully around a rather rigid obstruction. At last, she had me naked and stood up. I reached for her leather bikini bottom intending to pull it down; but Kari bounced out of my reach. Grinning, she reached down and ripped open the snaps holding the sides together. With them dangling loose, she slowly pulled the bottom out from between her legs, all while swaying her hips yet keeping her pussy covered. Staring at her, I wondered--fleetingly--if Kari had been a stripper sorry, I mean exotic dancer in a previous life.

I couldn't wait any longer. I stood up, took the bottom from her, and tossed it in the general direction of my recliner. Before it landed, I had my arms around Kari and pulled her tight to me. We kissed hungrily. Kari wiggled a bit and maneuvered my cock between her legs so that it pressed against her clit. She rubbed back and forth, holding me tightly and making happy sounds.

I stayed put, content to let Kari pleasure herself until she reached a peak--moaning and gasping--and I gave her a sharp slap on her bottom, "Brett!" She shrieked and started shaking. Her legs gave out and I had to hold her tight to keep her from falling.

She opened her eyes and smiled shyly, "Mas... Brett... that's never... I never knew it could be like that." She sighed and leaned against me; her cheek rested on my chest.

I tightened my left arm around Kari, slipped the other under her knees and lifted her into my arms. I carried her into the bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. I stood back from the bed and admired her for a few seconds. Kari opened her eyes and looked at me watching her. She smiled, rolled over, and pushed up onto her hands and knees. She looked back, "I'm ready Master. Hurry."

I leaned over and kissed her on the butt; she wiggled. "Not like that Love," I whispered. I urged her to roll onto her back and spread her legs for me. "I want to look in your eyes." I crawled forward on my knees and lifted her legs--briefly considered immediately ravishing her--but I glanced at her baby-smooth pussy, swollen with her desire, and I knew I had to taste her first.

She gasped and grabbed my hair as I ran my tongue over her smooth lips. She tasted wonderful--very subtly feminine. I licked and teased for what seemed like hours--really maybe 10 minutes. After one particularly deep dive, Kari pulled at my hair, "Brett! Please! Quit fooling around!"

I grinned to myself and sucked her clit between my lips. I drew hard on it and caught the swollen nub between my lips and lashed at it with my tongue. Kari squealed, released her hold on me, and began flopping around.

I gave her clit one final kiss before relenting. I lifted her knees, and before she knew it I slipped my raging cock into her soaking wet pussy. We both groaned with delight as I bottomed out. I grinded against her a few times, "Kari! Open your eyes!" I demanded.

She did--a fraction. But she smiled gently and wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my back. I made a couple exploratory thrusts; Kari pulled me down and gave me a fierce kiss, "Harder!" She croaked.

I obliged. Enthusiastically. In my arousal, it wasn't long before I was slamming into her and gasping for breath. "Please Brett, don't cum yet!" Kari begged hoarsely. "Wait for me."

I stopped, fully engulfed in her sopping folds. I didn't move--I was so close to the edge. I finally dared to move enough to press against Kari's clit. She humped herself hard against me and in a matter of seconds began shouting, "Now Brett, now!" I made two vicious thrusts before I convulsed with pleasure and emptied myself into her. When I stopped shaking, it took every bit of my self-control not to flop down on top of her--I managed, barely, to keep my knees and elbows supporting my weight.

In a few seconds, finally back in control, I caught most of my weight on one elbow. I reached up with my free hand and stroked Kari's cheek and brushed back a few sweaty strands of her hair, "You are very beautiful," I said as loud as I dared--didn't want to ruin the moment--"I do love you."

Kari struggled out from under me and slipped off the bed, "And I love you... Darling." She bent and kissed my forehead, "But I need to go clean up." She cupped her hand over her pussy and stepped back. "Brett? May I use your shower?"

"Absolutely. Consider it yours now." I rolled over onto my side and pulled a sheet up. I dozed off listening to the shower running. I woke feeling Kari slide under the sheet with me. She spooned close to me and then draped her leg over my hip. I'd never felt so close or intimate with another person. I scrunched backwards to get even closer. I dozed again--feeling her soft breath caressing my neck.

*****

Over the next couple days we worked on the ins and outs of our relationship; learning to read each other's moods and desires; learning what was serious and what was play. We slept through the night. I woke with Kari's head resting on my chest. I had a wet spot where she'd drooled. When I laughed she woke up. She lifted her head and opened one eye, "What?"

I kept grinning, "Nothing. Good morning." I wiped my hand across my chest.

"Mornin'" She grumbled and dropped her head back onto my chest.

I glanced at my bedside clock, "Sweetheart? Sorry to disturb you, but I have to get ready for work. I slipped away from her and went to the bathroom. The hot shower felt good and I took my time. By the time I finished drying off and returned to the bedroom the bed was empty; however, I smelled coffee so I knew where Kari had gone.

I got dressed and headed for the kitchen. "Good Morning, what's for break..." I stopped. Kari was at the stove in her 'slave in the house' outfit of stockings, heels, collar... and a big smile.

"Good morning Brett. I'm making scrambled eggs. May I get you some coffee first?"

I nodded, "Please. Kari? Remember? We tore up the slave contract. You don't have to do the stockings and heels thing anymore."

Kari stirred the pan of eggs, then turned and gave me a smile that made my legs feel like jello, "I know." She said, "But I've discovered that I enjoy going around like this. I especially enjoy the way you look at me."

"I see."

"Yes you do." She twirled around on one foot, grabbed her spatula, dished up a plate of eggs and a couple pieces of toast, and placed them in front of me along with a cup of coffee.

"Thank you. Aren't you eating?"

"I'll eat after you leave for work. I need to get your lunch ready first." I ate quietly while Kari busied herself at the food prep counter. I admit to sneaking an occasional peek at her naked bottom. I finished eating, put my plate, utensils, and empty cup into the sink, and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I finished and headed for the front door. "Kari! Honey, I've got to get going." I called out as I walked down the hall. She strolled out of the kitchen and held out my lunch bag and a thermos I'd forgotten I owned.

"Here you go Brett." She poked her chin at the thermos, "Coffee." As soon as I took the bag and thermos Kari reached up and pulled me down for a kiss. "Have a good day at work Brett. I love you. Be careful, okay?" I felt her shiver.

"Are you cold? You should put some clothes on."

"I'm not cold. It's just that... ever since that day you caught my sandwich... over two years now, I've dreamed of telling you how much I love you and doing something simple like wishing you a good day at work. It's hard to tell you how happy I am right now."

I was in my truck, 3/4 of the way to the office, when it struck me that Kari had said she'd loved me for over two years. I cursed my stupidity for not seeing it and essentially wasting all that time we could have been together sharing our love. "Crap!" I muttered as I pulled into the parking lot. "What an idiot I've been!" I slapped my hand on the steering wheel.

I walked into the building. I stopped and greeted Mrs. Chalmers, the front desk receptionist, before continuing upstairs to my office. Ms. Perkins, as usual, was already at her desk. "Good morning Janice. Got anything interesting?"

"Nah. You put out all the fires yesterday. But we did get 12 applications to fill the opening in the group. Perhaps we should go through those?"

"Okay. Get a list of the 12 to Loni in HR. Get the personnel records for each of them. When we have the records, get the group together. We'll see who they want to work with--within limits."

"You're not going to make the pick?" Janice looked surprised.

"Nope. This is exactly the kind of thing I've been hoping for... give the team a lesson in consensus building." I glanced at the list; I was pleased to see Stacy McKay's name there. I figured my message must be getting out.

Ten minutes later Janice knocked on my door frame. "Mr. Noonan?"

"Please, just Brett will do..."

"Okay... Brett... But only when we're alone." She crossed her arms--silently daring me to argue. I didn't. "Anyway... Brett... I've sent the list of names to Loni with your request for records. I also forwarded just the list for comments to everyone on the team."

"Excellent."

Ten minutes after that my e-mail started pinging. I was stunned by the remarks.

'If that bitch McKay gets in, I'm getting out.' Read one.

'No Way McKay,' Read another.

'Better a Russian oligarch than McKay,' Read a third. Within another twenty minutes it was unanimous: Stacy McKay was, except it seems by me, one of the most detested people in the company. Male, female, young, old, gay, straight--everyone hated her. I sat back and pondered.

Janice knocked again, "Mr... Brett? May I speak to you privately?"

"Absolutely. Come on in, close the door. Pick a chair." She sat, looking stiff and uncomfortable.

"Okay Janice. What's on your mind?"

"It's about this list sir. I know it's not my place, but I noticed Ms. McKay's name on that list of applicants..."

"So has everyone else on the team." I smiled.

"Sir, I don't know about the others. But it's my opinion that you absolutely do not want 'that woman'..." She sneered, "... anywhere near this group."

"Okay. Tell me why." I challenged her..

"She is a liar. A cheat. A conniving bitch... pardon my language, sir."

"Brett... remember? Continue."

"Brett she steals other people's ideas and claims their work as her own. I've watched everyone she works with end up demoted or fired. She cannot be trusted--and she is most certainly not interested in being part of a team."

"I see. Come over here, I want to show you something." She got up and joined me behind the desk. I turned the laptop a bit so she could see it better. "I'm going to pour myself a cup of coffee. While I do that, why don't you read the last several e-mails I got from the team?"

I stood and stretched, then went over to the credenza and poured some coffee from my thermos. I sipped--yikes, still hot--and watched Janice.

She looked up and smiled, "So I'm not the only one?"

"Apparently not. What bothers me is that if this had been solely my decision, McKay would have been my first choice. Why didn't I see what everyone else did?"

"I suspect she didn't want your job; she had another target--God help them."

"Okay. Shit! I thought she'd be great. I'm glad everyone spoke up. Thanks Janice."

As soon as she left, my phone rang, "Brett Noonan." I answered.

"Hey Brett, this is Jake Hayes."

"Hello Jake. How are things going?"

"Pretty good... Pretty good. I just got back from being called to the CEO's office. She offered me a Vice Presidency--replacing one of the two guys that resigned. Ms. Haugen says that you were the one that recommended me?"

"I told her I thought you were a good, honest man."

"Thank you. That means a lot to me. Anyway, Brett I called to ask... never mind. Brett can I come up to your office for a few minutes this afternoon; I have a couple questions?"

"Absolutely. I have a group meeting with my team at 1:30; why don't you stop by at one?"

He was prompt. Janice tapped on the door, "Mr. Noonan? Mr. Hayes is here to see you?"

I jumped up and met him We shook hands, "Congratulations again. Coffee?"

"No thanks. Three cups already this morning."

I waved towards the seating area while I emptied my thermos into my mug, then strolled over and sat in one of the chairs. "So... you wanted to chat? What's up?"

"Right to the point, aren't you?" Mr. Hayes smiled. "First, I wanted to thank you again--in person this time--for mentioning me to Ms. Haugen. When she summoned me to her office I didn't know what to expect..."

"I know just what you mean. When I got her call I thought I was getting canned."

"Yeah. That possibility did cross my mind. Anyway, I wanted to ask you... the two guys that... um... left? Rumor is you had a hand in that?"

"Mr. Hayes... Jake... will you assure me what we say here, stays here?"

"Absolutely."

"Those two were both cousins of Ezra Watkins. VPs with no real jobs and twice the salary of other VPs... and perks through the roof. My team spotted the discrepancies. When Watkins and those two flunkies began trying to undermine my group, I took it VERY personally."

"Why is Watkins still employed?"

"Well, the two underlings were useless. We couldn't find any info that they'd accomplished anything--other than dump work on subordinates. But, from what I've seen, Watkins is actually pretty good at his job... other than some over exuberant nepotism."

Jake nodded. "Do you think I'll have any problems with him?"

"Nah. It'll probably be a relief to have someone to do actual work. Plus, don't be afraid to 'accidently' mention our friendship. I've got him by the short hairs--and he knows it. Again, that doesn't leave this room. Even Ms. Haugen doesn't know the details--just that I changed his way of thinking."

"You know Brett... you always seemed like a nice guy... wouldn't hurt a fly. But the way you're talking... I'm seeing a side of you..." He hesitated.

I nodded. "I know. And it's a side of me I don't really like. But they made the mistake of fucking with my people, which means they're fucking with me. When you do that you're in for a fight... and I fight to the death."

"Whoa, Brett! I didn't mean anything." Jake looked alarmed.

"Sorry. I know Jake. I just won't tolerate attempts to undermine my team. It annoys me."

"I noticed. How about we change the subject?"

"Good idea. What else is on your mind?"

"If I accept the new job..."

Seriously? Of course you should accept it." I interrupted rather rudely.

"As I was saying, if I accept, do you think Stacy McKay would be a good replacement?"

"Oh Christ." I muttered.

"What?"

I stopped for a couple seconds to gather my thoughts, "Jake... In the last couple hours I've picked up some unsettling opinions concerning McKay. There are reports of things I've never noticed." I paused again. Just then Janice knocked on the door and I called for her to enter.

"Mr. Noonan, just a reminder you have the 1:30 team conference in five minutes?"

glanced at my watch, she was right... of course, "Thanks, Ms. Perkins. I'll get right over there."

I stood up and invited Jake to join me.

"Are you sure you want me in your team meeting?"

I passed through the inner door in Ms. Perkins' space, "Absolutely. You need to hear what we'll be discussing. Come on Ms. Perkins, let's go see what kind of mischief we can get into this afternoon." We walked down the hall to the main conference room. As soon as I entered everyone sat. They all smiled.

"Afternoon everyone. Before we start, we have a visitor. This is Mr. Hayes; he's just been selected to take over the recently vacated VP of Operations position."

"Yes!" The brother in his usual suit exclaimed. He turned to his brother in jeans and bumped fists. Everyone stared at the outburst, "Sorry," He grinned, blushing bright red.

Since I agreed with him I didn't push the issue, "Right. I expect our group will do a lot of work in Operations, so I invited Mr. Hayes here this afternoon to watch how we work. Our Group dynamics if you will."

"Ms. Perkins do we have any unfinished business we need to discuss?"

"No sir."

"Excellent. So today we're going to select a new group member. Have you all read the personnel files and performance reviews Ms. Perkins sent you?" Everyone nodded.

"Excellent. Our group has this room as long as you need it. I want you--as a unit--to identify the candidate you feel will provide the most benefit to our group. When you're done, come down to my office and we'll discuss the results. Mr. Hayes, may I speak to you for one minute."

We stepped outside, he turned to me with a surprised look, "You aren't choosing?"

"Nope. They have to work with this person. The reason I asked you to come--Stacey McKay is one of the candidates. I want you to hear what they have to say. Talk to you later." Jake left and I leaned back in my chair.

Jake returned in about an hour. He slumped into the chair across from my desk. "Christ! What a mess." He exclaimed. "Were you and I the only ones who didn't see what was coming with McKay? How is it the crap that was going on didn't come to our attention?"

As I watched Jake scowl, I had a moment of sudden clarity. "Jake? Just suppose... hypothetically... if it did come to our attention? But, what if... just what if... McKay was smart enough and devious enough to pin the things she did on someone else? Say... oh, Trisha Jenkins for instance?"

"What! Do you think..."

"I don't know for sure. But if we're right, you and I, or some other poor unsuspecting bastard, could be her next target. I'm going to speak with Ms. Haugen. Feel like joining me?"

"Yeah. I guess I'd better."

I immediately called Ms. Haugen's office and spoke with Francesca. She apologized but could not get me an appointment with Ms. Haugen until five that afternoon. I accepted. I was actually glad for the extra time to get my thoughts together.

Jake got ready to leave, "Hey Jake, can you do me a favor?"

"If I can."

"Keep an eye on McKay. The next time she leaves her office empty handed, do something to jam her door shut so that she can't get back in. Maybe break something in the lock... I don't know... use your imagination. And don't hurry to get building maintenance or a locksmith."

He nodded, but asked, "Is this legal?"

I shrugged, "Don't know. All I want, right now, is to isolate her from the files and her laptop."

"How about I have building maintenance change the lock while she's at lunch?"

"Okay. Just don't let her know." I nodded. Jake took off.

Fifteen minutes later Janice knocked on my door, "Mr. Noonan, the team is here to see you. We have our recommendation and we're ready to present it."

"Come in, everyone grab a seat."

The brother in jeans looked around my office, "Nice place. It's good to be a VP." The brother in the suit dug an elbow into his ribs."

"Yes it is," I smiled, "Until the shit hits the fan."

"Yeah. There is that." He smiled... unashamed. I liked this kid.

"Okay! Everybody comfortable. What have you got?"

Our HR rep, Loni Corning stood up. "Mr. Noonan, the team asked me to be spokesperson on this. We went through all the applications. With one notable exception, we think any one of the eleven would work. However, taking into account our team's charter, we feel that the best fit would be Shanique Kalvin."

"Okay. Why? Convince me." I challenged her.

"She's a woman!" Blurted out Kelli Kendricks, our member from advertising.

I gave her a dirty look.

"Sorry. I thought we needed to lighten the mood."

"Apology accepted and mood lightened. Now, again, why?"

Loni stood up, "We felt we needed someone with her background. Everyone else was expert in their job. But Shanique is more of a generalist; not to mention a trained investigator--in the military she was part of a criminal investigation unit. She did all sorts of classified stuff."

"I see. What branch of the military was she in?"

"Air Force, like you."

"I see. You are all sure Ms. Kalvin is the best choice?"

Everyone nodded, a couple added thumbs up, I heard a few mutters of "Absolutely."

"Okay. As soon as we finish here, I'll go talk to her and if I agree I'll invite her to join us." The group visibly relaxed.

Janice looked around at everyone with a huge smile, "See? I told you he was serious about us making the decision."

"Thanks for your faith, Janice." I looked around at the group, "Okay, that's settled. Now we have some unpleasant business to attend to." The group came alert. "We were created to help ID potential problems within WAMA, right?" They all nodded warily, "Well in the course of our search for a new member, you have unanimously identified a problem..."

CHAPTER 10

"McKay!" Blurted out Sebastian from Public Relations.

I nodded. I glanced at my watch; it was already 3:30. I needed to act fast. "Exactly. I need several of you to go find McKay. Tell her you're interviewing the applicants for your group. I need you to take her someplace where she can't see her office. Make sure she does not have her computer. Once you have her; I need 90 minutes. Who wants the job..." Loni Corning shot her hand up. "Okay Loni you lead, pick who else you want and go. Call me when the 'interview' is in progress."

Loni started pointing.

"Good. Okay everyone back to work. Roger... Michael... stick around for a minute." Everyone else took off. "Janice, close my door please; I need about 10 minutes."

I immediately called Jake and told him to get building maintenance on standby. I explained that we'd have McKay out of her office for 90 minutes--enough time to change the lock. He agreed.

"Okay guys, here's what I need: First, I want a copy of McKay's hard drive. I want to be able to examine her files. Second, I want a way to watch her computer activity in real time. Third, while I have control of her office, I do not want her to be able to remotely connect to the laptop. Now... am I forgetting anything?" The two IT guys looked serious as they shook their heads.

Michael spoke first, "Technically it will be no problem. Any decent tech can set it up in a couple minutes... assuming we don't run into heavy encryption," Roger nodded agreement.

"Great. Go get ready. I'll let you know when her office is clear."

It didn't take long before Loni called that they'd begun the interview, "Mr. Noonan do you have any questions for Ms. McKay?"

Nothing specific. Get her to discuss her recent inspections... things like that." As soon as I hung up with Loni, I called Jake and my IT guys and gave them the go ahead. Privately I thought of it as 'Operation Lockout.'

I took a minute to call home. Kari didn't pick up until after I started to leave a message..."Brett! Hi! Sorry, I was downstairs doing laundry. Is everything okay?"

"Hey Kari. Everything is fine. I just wanted to let you know I'll be a little late; I have a couple late meetings."

"Okay. I'll keep supper warm." She hesitated, "Brett... Sir? I do love you; You know that?"

I felt warm all over, "Thank you. And I love you. I'll try not to be too late. Goodbye Love."

"Bye. I'll be waiting for you."

I sat back, grinning like an idiot--for about five seconds--I needed to go find Shanique Kalvin.

I tracked her down, buried deep in the bowels of the second floor; her desk was covered in what looked like spread sheets. "Shanique Kalvin?" I asked."

"Yeah?" She didn't look up.

"Do you have a minute?"

"Not really. My boss just dumped a big, fucking mess on me... says it's an emergency... wants it analyzed before I go home."

"Sorry to bother you. I'm Brett Noonan... head of the Special Projects Group."

She started, then looked up. "Sorry, Mr. Noonan, this crap has me stressed out."

"I know what you mean. Have you ever heard the saying 'Poor planning on your part, doesn't make it an emergency on my part.'

She smiled and nodded. "One of my favorites. I actually had a framed embroidery sampler with that saying on the wall behind my desk when I was in the Air Force."

"Really? You didn't get all that specific about your service in your application to the group. You know I was also Air Force."

"I'd heard that. That's why I kept it generic."

"Why?"

"I was in the Office of Special Investigations. Most Air Force people don't react too well to that."

"I understand. Non-OSI folks tended to view you as a nasty, sneaky bunch."

She laughed.

"What did you do in the... OSI?" I pretended to shudder.

"I specialized in financial crimes... I loved busting up a nice creative fraud scam."

"Perfect. Anyway, I came up here to ask you to join the Special Projects Group. Still interested?"

She shoved papers away from her, "Absolutely."

"Excellent. The group meets at 9 tomorrow morning; third floor, main conference room. The team is looking forward to meeting you. By the way, how are you with computers?"

"I used to love it when a suspect thought they'd wiped a file." Her reminiscing smile was chilling--I was certainly glad I wasn't her suspect.

"Have I got a job for you!" I couldn't wait to turn her loose on Ms. McKay.

My cell phone rang, "Brett? It's Jake. The door is secure. We have her company-issued laptop; and get this, we also have her smart phone."

"Outstanding. Make sure building maintenance knows we do not want that door open."

"Got it."

Kalvin gave me a strange look. "Something to do with my job?"

"Yeah. You and my IT guys are going to get a nice laptop and smart phone to play with."

"Outstanding!"

"See you bright and early tomorrow morning. By the way, who is your supervisor? I want to let them know that from this moment on you report to me." I went and broke the news to her ex-boss; I got the distinct feeling they weren't too happy--they might have to do some of their own work now. Tough.

As I returned upstairs my phone vibrated again, "Yeah?"

"Brett, its Jake again."

"What's up Jake?"

"I forgot to mention it earlier, but that meeting of your group that I attended--well, your Ms. Perkins ran it like clockwork. She was super-efficient at keeping the group focused and not allowing for a second of wasted time."

"Really? I had completely overlooked appointing a moderator for the group. That could have turned into a real mess--Thank you Ms. Perkins."

"Don't tell me, tell her." Jake laughed.

"I will--tomorrow morning." I checked my watch; it was almost time for my meeting with Ms. Haugen. I hurried back to my office. Janice was at her desk, typing furiously.

"Hey Mr. Noonan. We just finished with the McKay 'interview'. She insisted on leaving at precisely 5:00. Didn't say thank you or goodbye--just left. Maybe she thinks she got the job."

"Okay. That just reinforces the group's decision. Speaking of the group, Mr. Hayes was very impressed with the way you managed the discussion about a new member. I want to thank you for taking the initiative and leading the group. Honestly, I hadn't even thought of that."

"Thank you. It just needed to be done."

"Thanks again. You can go ahead and take off for the day. I have a meeting with Ms. Haugen in..." I checked my watch again, "... four minutes. I'll see you in the morning." She shut down her computer and left. I stepped out into the corridor; I noticed that my office and Ms. Haugen's were the only ones that had the lights on. I strolled down the hall; I had two minutes.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Noonan," Francesca greeted me, "Ms. Haugen will be just one minute.

"Thank you." I looked at her. "Tell me Francesca, is that your collar you're wearing?"

She blushed a little and glanced around, "Yes..." She looked around, "... Master Noonan. This slave cherishes her mistress' gift."

Francesca's intercom buzzed, "Ms. Haugen will see you now, Mr. Noonan." The slave was gone; the admin was back.

"Thank you, Francesca."

"Evenin' Brett," Ms. Haugen greeted me as I approached her desk, "Grab a seat." There was a bourbon bottle and an ice-filled glass on her desk. "Drink? We're off the clock."

"Honestly I'd love one; but if I get drunk, will you give me a ride home?"

"Absolutely not! Can you imagine the rumors that would fly if anyone saw you and me get into my car and leave together? However, I will call you a taxi; good enough?"

"Good enough. A small one... with ice."

"Francesca!" Ms. Haugen called out.

Francesca hustled in and kneeled beside Ms. Haugen, "Yes Mistress?"

"Mr. Noonan would like a small bourbon with ice."

"Yes Mistress." She rose and moved to the credenza behind Ms. Haugen. She opened the sliding door and got out a small glass and an ice bucket. She dropped two ice cubes into the glass. She reached for the bottle of bourbon, but hesitated for a split second, "May I, Mistress."

Ms. Haugen waved a hand, "Go ahead."

Francesca took the bottle and poured about a finger over the ice. She put the glass on a tray and walked over to me.

"Francesca!" Ms. Haugen snapped. Francesca froze. "Have you forgotten how to serve a drink to a master? Are you trying to embarrass me?"

Francesca dropped to her knees and bowed her head, "Forgive me Master Noonan." She offered the tray to me. I took the glass and thanked her.

Ms. Haugen snapped her fingers, "You're dismissed. When we get home go straight to your discipline room." Francesca practically ran from the office. "Shut the door!" Ms. Haugen ordered.

After the door closed, Ms. Haugen tipped back and sipped her drink. She sighed, "God! I love that woman. I don't know what I'd do without her." She held out her glass toward me and tipped it just a bit, "Cheers."

I raised my glass, "Cheers."

Ms. Haugen set down her glass, "So Brett, what have you got?'

"Potentially? A big problem. Remember Trisha Jenkins?"

"The thieving bitch? Of course I remember. What about her?"

"She may not be what we thought. I've heard some pretty convincing arguments she may have been set up. My team and I are investigating."

"Where do you stand--right now?"

"We have a possible culprit. We--my team and Mr. Hayes--have isolated the subject from her files and company laptop. My IT guys and my new team member Shanique Kalvin will begin dissecting the hard drive tomorrow. I'll parse out the paper files for everyone to examine."

"Who..."

"Not yet. If I'm wrong... or I can't prove my suspicions..." -

"I understand. Keep me up-to-date on your progress. Anything else?"

"I have one more personnel matter. My admin, Miss Perkins, has far exceeded expectations; I'd like to promote her to something like an Assistant VP. Is there such a thing?"

Ms. Haugen nodded. "There is. What do you have in mind for an admin?"

"That's the other thing I wanted to talk to you about; that's why I wanted to see you after working hours. I've seen how you interact with Francesca..."

"And you are the only person in this building aware of that aspect of our relationship; although most everybody sees us as a discreet, respectable same-sex couple."

I nodded.

"Over the last couple months since the gathering, my relationship with Kari has changed. I've realized that I love her; and she's been very upfront about loving me. I'm fairly sure that sometime soon I will ask her to marry me."

Ms. Haugen nodded, "I watched the two of you during the gathering. It was obvious, even then, that she adores you, and was completely happy with her submission to you."

I nodded again. "Despite my best efforts to drive her away. For the first three weeks I was an absolute... abusive jerk? I had her pierced and tattooed, changed her hair, made her sleep manacled in a cage, kept her naked in the house, punished her with a leather belt if she displeased me. I kept hoping she'd use her safe phrase and opt for freedom--but she never did."

"Something changed your relationship?"

I grinned. "Yeah. After three weeks, one night she did something--I don't remember what--but it made me truly angry. I put her on the wall and gave her three good strokes with the belt. I left three perfect stripes on her butt. I told her to stay on the wall for 10 minutes to consider her behavior, then go to her bathroom and use her skin repair lotion." I sighed and shook my head. "I went to the living room--feeling like shit... pardon my language."

Ms. Haugen gave a dismissive wave, "Keep going. You're a good storyteller."

"Anyway, I sat in the living room regretting having struck her. I heard her leave the bedroom and go to the bathroom. I gave her a minute and then decided to check and make sure she was alright. I peeked in the bathroom. She was standing with her butt to the mirror, rubbing the stripes... but she had a huge grin on her face. She looked at me and said, 'Thank You Master.'"

"So, she enjoys a spanking? What did you do?"

"I took away her blankets, mattress, and pillow. She spent that night manacled in an empty crate. She did not enjoy that."

"Very creative."

"Thanks. Anyway, the reason I needed to talk to you, I wondered if with Ms. Perkins' promotion, would it be appropriate for me to hire Kari as my admin, if she is willing?"

"I don't see why not. I have my Francesca. There are no other Gathering members in the company to cause issues. You should talk to her, though. See how she feels."

I nodded one more time. I realized I'd barely touched my drink, "I guess I didn't really want this."

Ms. Haugen called Francesca to come and get our glasses. She left quickly. "Brett? I have one other thing I'd like to talk to you about--if you have a moment?"

"Of course."

"I was speaking with Annabeth Spencer the other day on Gathering matters. I guess you know that both she, and her slave Elizabeth, were very, very impressed with you."

I shrugged but stayed silent.

"Brett, Annabeth still thinks you don't completely trust her..."

I shrugged again, "We haven't spoken since the night of the gathering--a couple months."

"... But she asked me, to ask you on her behalf..."

I frowned; I wasn't sure I liked where this was going.

"If, should anything happen to Annabeth, she'd be grateful if you would consent to take control of, and responsibility for, her Elizabeth? It's a Gathering tradition... rather like godmothers and godfathers."

I hemmed and hawed; trying to wrap my head around the possibility of having two subs--when I didn't even want one. "I'll need a day or two. I need to discuss it with Kari; and, I'll need to speak with Annabeth."

"I expected," Ms. Haugen said slowly, "That you'd wish to speak with Annabeth. Would you be amenable to her visiting tomorrow evening after dinner?"

"I suppose." I suddenly found the pattern on Ms. Haugen's carpet fascinating.

"And Brett... you're still so new as a master... if I may be so bold as to suggest..." She hesitated.

"Yes?"

"Brett you are a master of The Gathering. Do not ask Kari about Elizabeth... tell her. Believe me, she will appreciate it."

I stood up, "Okay. I'll do that. Thanks. Oh, when you speak to Annabeth, ask her if she and Elizabeth would care to join us for dinner tomorrow night."

"Excellent. I'll pass on your invitation. Goodnight." We shook hands and I took off.

I got home in good time. I walked in the house and smelled something wonderful cooking--which I instantly forgot about when Kari sauntered out of the kitchen, nude, except for her stockings and heels. She stopped in front of me, smiled, and assumed her inspection position. "Welcome home Master Brett. How may I serve you?" She obviously wanted to play. Okay, let's play.

"Did I give you permission to speak?" I demanded. She hung her head.

I strolled around her. I stroked each of her breasts and tugged on the nipple piercings while I rubbed my thumbs across the hardening nubs. I started to release her nipples, she began to relax, so I pinched them... hard. She hissed and then shivered; she didn't say anything. I continued. I ran my hand down her abdomen. The jewel in her navel gleamed. "Close your eyes." I ordered. She complied. "Wait Position!" I continued. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before she spread her legs and boxed her arms behind her back. I hadn't used the 'wait' command for a while, so I overlooked her hesitation.

I stepped behind her and roughly grabbed her butt cheeks and gave them a good squeeze. "Have you been using your butt plugs as I ordered?"

"Yes Master. I'm wearing it now."

I slipped two fingers between her cheeks; I found the purple jewel that decorated her plug. I gave it a little tug; she tipped back and almost fell against me. She groaned and her knees wobbled. I gave her a couple light slaps on the butt. She wiggled. I gave her a harder slap. She took a deep breath, then sighed.

"Keep your eyes closed!" I whispered. I stepped back from her and did my best to move around to her front without giving away my position. I watched her tremble for a second before I roughly slid my finger deeply between the lips of her still baby-smooth sex. She was soaking wet. I inserted my finger into her as deeply as I could; curled my finger; and withdrew--rubbing her g-spot.

"Oh God!" She groaned and her knees buckled. I caught and held her as she tried to catch her breath. I withdrew my finger and touched it to her lips, "Clean my finger," I ordered. "Taste yourself."

She greedily sucked my finger into her mouth as deep as it would go. She sucked, and swallowed, and used her tongue to taste every square millimeter. She exhaled sharply through her nose and used her tongue to slowly push my finger out.

"Is my finger clean slave Kari?"

"Yes Master Brett. Never cleaner." Her angelic face broke into a delighted smile--even with her eyes closed.

"Is our dinner ready?" I asked.

Her eyes popped open at the unexpected question; almost immediately she slammed them shut again.

"Yes Master Brett. Dinner is ready." She said in a sulky voice.

"Excellent. Will it spoil if we wait a half-hour to eat?"

"No Master Brett. It's just a beef stew. It will stay warm." She sounded more hopeful.

"Good. Open your eyes." I commanded and watched her blink everything into focus. "We're going to play. Attention! Wall! Now!" I snapped.

She took off for the bedroom; dancing down the hall as gracefully as a prima ballerina. I followed behind, walking slowly, enjoying the sight of her naked bottom jiggling as she ran. I got to the bedroom and found Kari stretched out on the wall, her eyes closed, and licking her lips. I strolled behind her; with her legs spread wide, I had a nice view of her purple-jeweled butt plug reflecting the bedroom lights.

Without warning I gave her a stinging swat on her ass. "One! Thank you, Master." She groaned.

I leaned over and kissed the handprint I'd just left. She didn't make any sound, but she pushed her butt back as far as she could from the wall position.

"I've changed my mind; Slave! Attention." She whipped her head around, eyes angry. 'She really wants a spanking?' I thought to myself, as Kari reluctantly pushed away from the wall and came to attention.

"Slave. Undress me; and you'd better not damage or wrinkle my clothes." Over the next five minutes, with little help from me, Kari carefully removed each piece of my clothing and stored them away. When she'd finished putting my suit on its hanger, she returned and came to attention in front of me.

"Kneel!" She dropped to the floor. I stepped closer to her. She licked her lips and reached for my raging erection. "Kneeling Wait!" Her nostrils flared, but she locked her arms behind her. She stared up into my eyes; licking her lips some more; waiting for my orders.

"Begin." I ordered softly.

She leaned forward and ran her tongue up, down, and around the tip of my erection. Finally, just as I was about to cave in and tell her to quit teasing, she sucked the head of my cock into her warm mouth. God! It felt miraculous--until she bit down... very gently.

I gasped--face it, teeth + cock = nervous. I met her eyes, "You are in so much trouble!"

With me still in her mouth she grinned; her sparkling eyes challenged me. I grabbed her hair and pulled her to me, jamming myself completely down her throat. Her tongue just kept massaging me until I let her up. She pulled back, trying to catch her breath. "Attention!" She jumped up. "Now you're going to pay for biting!" She dropped her eyes, but she was smiling.

I stepped back and sat on the bed. "Get over here. Lay across my lap." Kari moved to the bed and crawled up. She laid across my lap. "Put your hands behind your head. I am going to give you a beating you'll never forget! How dare you bite me?!"

"I understand Master. This sub's behavior was unforgiveable."

"Spread your legs. I'm going to remove your butt plug; I don't want to hit it and injure you."

"Yes Master."

"Relax!" I ordered as I nudged the plug out of her rectum. She grunted as it popped loose; I tossed it aside and began the spanking.

"Ten! Thank you, Master. Oh! Cumming!" She moaned.

"We're just beginning Kari." I hissed.

"Twenty-three! Thank you, Master! Yes! Again!" Her legs flailed. "Don't stop Master... Brett please don't stop. It feels so good!"

She lost count at around 50... she was pretty much a blubbering lump at that point... enduring an orgasm that had no beginning and no end. She just laid on my lap twitching. She gave up at last, "Please Master, I can't take any more. It's too good." She went limp and slumped across my lap. Her ass was bright red; I wondered when she'd be able to sit comfortably. I also wondered how long it would be before my hand stopped aching.

Kari began to stir. Without being told, she crawled up into my lap, straddled me, and wrapped her arms around me. She kissed me, "That was incredible. Thank you. I've never... so good." She kissed me again before resting her head on my chest."

"How's your bottom?" I whispered.

"Don't know. Don't care. It was worth it. So freaking good." She kissed me again. She lifted herself and grabbed my throbbing hard on. "What are we going to do with this?" She grinned.

"Get the lube in the bed table drawer."

"Lube? I'm so wet you won't need... Oh... Oh!" Her eyes went wide; but she slid off me and went to the table.

"Go to the bathroom and get a face cloth and towel," I said. As she walked away, I laughed when I saw she still wore her stockings and stiletto heels.

She came back quickly. I laid back on the bed, "Prepare me."

She drizzled a fair amount of lube onto me. I jumped. "Cripes! That's cold. Warm it up next time." I muttered.

"I'm so sorry Master." Her bright smile and twinkling eyes told me she wasn't sorry at all. She rubbed the lube carefully on me. "You are ready, Master."

"Thank you, Dearest. Now, get up on the bed and prepare yourself for me. I laid out the towel for her to recline on. She squirted lube on her finger and reached back, "Wait! I want you to lift up and spread your legs so I can watch."

Kari blushed bright red but did as I asked. Her eyes closed and her tongue poked out from between her lips as her slippery finger slid in and out of her rectum. She finally opened her eyes, "Master, I'm ready. Please, be gentle?"

"Kari, you have a choice. Do you want to be on your knees or your back?"

She smiled, "Back. I want to look into your eyes while you... you know."

She may have been ready mentally; but physically her bottom put up a mighty battle to resist my entrance.

"Jeez Master, what have you got down there? When did you get so big?" She complained.

"I'm not going to stop. Try to relax, Pet."

"Relax? When you're trying to shove a baseball bat up my... aiyee!" I pinched both her nipples. Surprised, she relaxed just enough for me to slip past her sphincter muscle. She grunted and began panting. Her eyes scrunched up. God, she was so tight.

I stayed still, letting her adjust to my... intrusion. "Don't stop Master. But go slow. Weird. Doesn't hurt... but so much pressure." She said and closed her eyes again as I pushed farther inside her. She reached up and placed her hands on my chest. I thought she was telling me to stop, but she just played with my nipples and chest hair. "Keep going. Fill me up."

I began a steady, insistent, rhythm; pulling back until nearly out but driving forward until I was completely buried within her. At one point she took her hands away from my chest and grabbed her knees spreading them even farther apart. I drove myself another fraction of an inch deeper into her bowels.

"Faster now!" She pleaded. I picked up my pace dramatically until I was pounding into her harder than I ever had. I had to grab her thighs to keep her from being pushed away during my downward thrusts.

Suddenly, she convulsed. Her legs and arms started jerking and her head flopped back and forth. She screamed and babbled incoherently. I hesitated. Her eyes snapped open, "I'm cumming! Don't stop!" She gasped.

I resumed my thrusting, knowing I was getting close to the edge myself. I slipped my hand down and ran my thumb over her clit. She shrieked and flung out her left arm. She grabbed a pillow, held it over her mouth and began screaming. Her reaction tipped me over the edge. I tried desperately to hold back but failed. I flooded her with my semen; even though in trying to hold on, I ruined the intense orgasmic sensation I'd anticipated.

At last Kari flung away the pillow; I spotted teeth marks on the pillowcase. Panting for breath, she stared into my eyes, "I never... imagined... in my ass... so full... so good." She whispered while still quivering and gasping for breath between her words.

Still buried inside her, but beginning to soften, I leaned forward and kissed her softly. "That was amazing." I told her.

She nodded as best she could, and gave me a cheeky grin, "It was. Can we do it again... In a year or two after I've recovered?" She laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a not-so-gentle kiss.

I grabbed the towel and wash cloth and slipped out of her. I gently wiped us clean and let her use the towel to prevent leaking. It wasn't glamorous or sexy, but it kept the bed and carpet clean while we made our way to the shower.

Showered and dressed, Kari and I moved to the living room. We were just about to call out for a pizza when Kari remembered the pot of beef stew on the stove; it just needed to be warmed up. I lost the rock-paper-scissors contest and made my way to the kitchen to heat the stew. Sitting uncomfortably in the living room, Kari called out to remind me she'd made a nice loaf of Italian bread and put it in the bread box.

When the stew was ready, I ladled out a couple bowlfuls. "Come on Kari. Dinner's ready." I called out.

"Can't move! Too sore and tired." She called back. I could only shake my head; maybe we should have ordered pizza? I dug out a couple serving trays from under the counter. I placed her food, spoon, napkin, and a glass of water on the tray and delivered it to her.

She thanked me and dug in.

"Don't fall asleep and spill it," I warned her. She saluted me with her spoon. I went back to the kitchen and prepped a tray for myself. I joined Kari on the sofa and turned on the TV to some generic retro-90's comedy before I started eating.

"Mmmm. Good." I said after a couple spoons of the stew. "But different. What did you put in this to thicken it?" I took another bite.

Kari swallowed some stew before answering, "Cabbage. Surprise!"

"Cabbage? I'd never have guessed. It's delicious. Thank you."

"Uh huh." She was too busy eating. I placed my empty tray on the coffee table. Kari finished; I started to get up, but Kari put a hand out to stop me. "Master, I'm recovered now. You stay still while I do the dishes."

When she finished in the kitchen, she returned to the sofa and snuggled up next to me. I ran my fingers through her silky hair for a few minutes until I had to break the mood. "Kari, Sweetheart, I have a couple things we have to talk about."

She slid around to face me; she looked worried. "Okay, Sir. Have I done something wrong?"

"Absolutely not! You've been wonderful. But I have two things I need to discuss. First. At work, my administrative assistant is being promoted and I'll need a new assistant. Would you like the job?"

Her eyes went wide, "Our... relationship at home won't be an issue? I don't want you embarrassed."

"No. In fact I spoke with my boss this afternoon. She has her slave as her admin. Do you remember, at the Gathering, a slave named Francesca?"

"Of course. A beautiful woman. In the kitchen she was the one who taught me how to behave and serve my master during the dinner. She seemed like a very nice lady."

"She is. She also insisted on being your trainer if you take the job."

Kari nodded. "It sounds good, but I'd like time to think about it. Is that alright?"

"Of course."

"Master, you said two things to talk about?"

"Right. We are going to have guests for dinner tomorrow--Mistress Annabeth and Slave Elizabeth."

"Oh. I only planned for a simple baked macaroni and cheese for dinner tomorrow."

"That'll be fine. Annabeth asked to come here, I didn't initiate it. Maybe add a nice green salad?"

"Okay. Did Annabeth say why she wanted to come here?"

I nodded, "She did. Annabeth asked me, if anything should happen to her, to accept guardianship of Elizabeth."

"Guardianship? Is that a Gathering euphemism for slave?" Kari smirked.

"Very astute observation. I agreed."

Kari and I sat silent for a few minutes before she finally spoke, "Elizabeth seemed very nice." she said thoughtfully. "And I've always wanted a sister. Wait! Would this mean I'd have to share you with her? I'm not sure I would be happy with that."

"I hadn't thought of that." It was my turn for introspection, "You know what though? Elizabeth is accustomed to serving a woman. I suspect it will be more a case of my sharing you with her."

Kari scowled, "What? Eww! I've never been with..." She stopped herself. "I never even considered..."

"We have a lot to talk and think about." I grinned. "I think I need a drink."

"Don't you dare get drunk--sir!"

"Only one... small one. Lots of ice." I went to the bar and poured myself one finger of bourbon over three ice cubes. I sipped and set the glass aside. "You know, Kari, I see four ways this can turn out: first, Elizabeth absolutely refuses to join us; second, she comes here and I have two women of equal standing; third she comes here, you stay my sub, Elizabeth is your slave." Kari's face told me she wanted nothing to do with option #3. "Okay, I see you don't like #3..."

"You think!" Kari laughed. "I can barely decide what I should do. No way I could do it for someone else. Cripes what a disaster that would be."

"Okay, Okay, I get your point. I'm just trying to think this through. Fourth, Elizabeth comes here. You both remain slaves--but you take the job as my admin during the day and Elizabeth oversees the house."

"That might work. But when are you going to address the... ah... intimacy issue?"

"Jealous already?" I teased.

"Brett!" Kari seemed genuinely surprised, "Sir, I have no right to be jealous. You are entitled to whatever pleasure you desire--whenever you desire."

"I'll keep that in mind. I just thought of a fifth option."

"Oh?"

"You, Elizabeth, and I live together as equals. Sharing tasks and responsibilities; intimate with whomever we please without jealousy. I think the term is polyamorous."

"No Sir. No matter what, I want you as my Dominant. That's what makes me feel safe and happy." She fidgeted on the sofa.

"Kari? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. But my butt is really sore right now."

"Oh damn! I'm so sorry..."

"Hey no! This was my best night... ever. While you were spanking me, I came so many times I couldn't count. And then, when you were in my... inside me; and then rubbed my clit... Oh My God! It felt like my whole body shattered! But now I'm paying for all that pleasure." Kari reached across and took my hands, "Thank you, Brett. Do you mind if I stand up for a little while?"

"Of course not. Why don't you go get your aloe skin repair lotion and the jar of Vaseline. I'll apply it for you."

She took off and was back in a couple minutes, "I washed myself first." She commented.

"Go ahead and take off everything and lay across my lap... grab a pillow to rest your head." She looked concerned. "Relax, no more spanking... at least not tonight." She sighed.

She pulled off her panties and wormed her way onto my lap. Her butt was still bright red. I touched her and she hissed in discomfort. "Sorry. When I do the lotion do you want it cool from the bottle or warmed a bit?"

"Cool, I think. Don't mind me if I jump."

I shook the bottle and squirted a generous dollop on each of her flaming cheeks. She did jump; but not much. I rubbed it in ever so gently; at first barely touching her but firming up the pressure as I went on. When I finished her cheeks, I used both hands to spread them so that I could check her anus. It looked rough also.

"Kari, your rectum looks very red and raw. I'm going to apply some Vaseline outside and in. Try to relax."

When I finished, I helped Kari crawl off my lap. She walked over to her corner and assumed her rest position. "My bottom's too sore to sit right now." She remarked as she kneeled. I grabbed the remote and changed the channel on the TV. PBS happened to be rerunning Bernstein's Berlin performance of Beethoven's 9th celebrating the fall of the Berlin Wall.

Deep into the second movement, Kari commented, "I'm not sure I like this version... It seems so slow."

"I agree... but who are Kari and Brett to question Maestro Bernstein? What if he was right and everybody else was wrong?"

Kari scowled, "Don't care. I just know that I prefer the version on that record you played. So there!"

End of Part 2