WEEKEND WARRIOR
I found myself at Jon's fifteen minutes early and waited on the doorstep for a
few minutes. Finally knocking about five minutes early. I felt like the cherry
on top of a sundae standing out there. Adam answered the door and I fell to my
knees once he closed it behind him.
"Hello, Anne."
"Good evening, Adam." I said, simply because I had been addressed. He led me
back towards the study where Jon and Traci were waiting. Curled up on the
couch. I handed Jon my journal as I went to kneel before him.
"Did you write in it everyday?" I said I had. "Were you good this week?"
"I did as you asked of me, Master." He smiled. Holding the volume in his hands.
"Terry has asked for your company tonight. Adam will prepare you. Do you
agree?"
"Yes, Master." Jon waved us out of the room and we went down to the bath
chamber to prepare me for Terry.
I followed him into the bath chamber. Standing before the marble pedestal
again.
"Clothes off, Anne." He ordered and I immediately complied with him. Laying
them in the basket that he had placed for that purpose. Adam came up behind me,
and I shivered, expecting him to lean me over and fuck me like he did the last
time. His fingers touched my back. His voice a mere caress on my frame. "I'm
not allowed to touch you now." That almost made his touch better, forbidden
fruit. "I'll get you tonight after you've been fucked so sore that the thought
of another cock in your pussy makes your bones ache. A torture all it's own."
He moved back abruptly. I rocked on my legs, grabbing the pillar before me for
support. Panting. "I will give you a piece of free advice, Anne. Don't
orgasm, until they tell you too. Jon was not happy with your performance on
Sunday. No self-control." Shudders shook me as tears welled in my eyes. His
words sinking into me harshly. Jon would be working on that. Reality check.
No matter how much I fantasized about love in chains, or how close I felt to
Jon. This was a business for them and I was a specifically trained commodity.
I thought about it until Adam came over to me with a basket of supplies. "Up on
the block, Anne. You're about to become bare-shaven." I did as he asked, but I
was surprised. "Don't even protest." He hissed. "Do what they want of you,
when they want it of you, this weekend." I nodded. "Terry wants a virgin and
it's up too me to prepare you for him. Your list says- fur. Jon says- none.
No age-play, so you're going to do it."
"Role-playing?" I whispered, Adam laughed. Stirring cold wax with a little
paddle in a jar. He spread it in a line over the top of my sex. Letting it
harden before he ripped it off with a quick pull. I yelped at the sudden
unexpected pain.
"You'll love this, make you wetter than hell, Annie. Just let me work." He was
right. It was a masochistic trip of enormous proportions. The smear of cold
wax, then the quick pull. Sharp, delicious affliction and I knew that I had to
remain still. It was over much too quickly. Adam patting my leg as he put the
supplies away. He led me to the bath.
"What do they really want?" I asked quickly, before my courage faded
completely.
"They want everything on your list to be a `yes.'" I was puzzled. "You can no
longer have preferences. You must do what you are told, when you are told to do
it. How you are told. That's what they want." He washed my hair and brushed
conditioner through it gently. "There's a leather-dyke that comes here every
once in awhile. Mean as a snake. She'll let you cum after she's made you ache
in places that you didn't even know you had. One hint of protest with her and
she'll make you wish that you liked vanilla sex." He braided my hair into two
fat braids on my head. "Best orgasm that I ever had in my life. Hope I never
have another." My mind whirled into over-drive. Setting itself into a loop.
It hit me suddenly. I either needed to get serious, or get out of it. I took a
deep breath and closed my eyes. Sudden pain in my jaw as my teeth ground
together. "Anne?" Adam asked gently.
"I'm alright. I just realized that this is not a game, really." Now, I needed
to decide whether or not to stay. Adam spoke, his voice was low.
"No, but it's the only way for us to safely play in this arena, Anne. You are
not out of your mind and neither am I." He was right. I could let go here
because I was supported here in a way that the outside world would never support
our kind of outlaw sexual adventurers.
So I let him care for me. Letting his big hands rub an abrasive cream deeply
into my dry sex. It didn't moisten it; it felt like it tightened it up. Odd
sensation. Very odd. The thing was. I was no longer afraid of myself. I
felt lucky to be here. I could be playing this game someplace unsafe. I could
become a statistic, but not here. It just seemed bizarre to be in a business
setting and not a private relationship somewhere. I started to laugh, startling
Adam. It came from deep inside me rolling over me helplessly. I would rather
be here than anywhere else. If eventually I did have to pay for it. That would
be alright too. At least this way I won't have to sacrifice my daily life.
Adam put his finger over my lips to silence me as he dressed me in a schoolgirls
uniform. Even if it wasn't a game that didn't mean that I couldn't have fun. I
just had to readjust my thinking. Learn the pecking order. I could do that.
Pick another focus.
Maybe the orgasm wasn't the big thing. I saw Adam grin at me and realized that
I had spoken aloud. I grinned back and whispered.
"I still won't do gerbils." He did crack up then. Handing me a sheaf of papers
from the shelf.
"You are very naughty, do you know that?"
"Yes, that's why you like me. I don't care if I can't orgasm all weekend or all
month. I deserve it for disobedience. I need to learn everything that I can to
get along here." I composed my thoughts. "I will learn whatever skills they
set me. I will submit to whomever they put me with. I will allow Doc to do
whatever he needs to do to get off on my body under his, even though the very
thought scares the be-Jesus out of me. I will obey you. Those are my choices."
I stood up straighter before him. "I like it here and I want to stay here with
all of you. I can feel here and not have you think of me as some kind of
freak." He smiled then, genuine, warm. Kissing me deeply. Hot delicious open-
mouthed. My lips captured against his, as a moth against a flame. I didn't
want him to stop.
"Come on then. Read the paper and come with me." We started walking. "The
place you're going too is Terry's room, although he has access to the others.
He rents this one, like I do the loft." I let him talk. Lots of background.
Terry liked women, but preferred virgins. Very hard to find in this day and
age. He also had no desire to play with a child, so he dressed up Jon's slaves
as young people and played with them. Better than prison time. Adam touched my
hair and left me sitting on a bench before a plain door on the third floor. I
rested there quietly. Waiting for Terry. Thinking about this whole deal as I
read the papers. I could do this. It was going to be fun, too. I slowly let
the raw power of the scenario invade my mind. I felt myself becoming the young
girl from the pages in my hands. Anticipating Terry's touch on my quivering
body. Frisson of delightful fear. I am the Schoolgirl and I am in big
trouble.
