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1Part 7. The Breaking Point
For the next several days, Natasha struggled with her decision to proceed with her plan. Her conversation with Meryn had strongly affected her. She valued Meryn’s friendship greatly. She had been quite happy that Meryn had engineered the friendship that had developed between the couples, even in the vanilla world. Indeed, as Meryn had predicted, she found that she enjoyed the different Scott she encountered there, and had come to immensely appreciate the fascinating aspects of him she had discovered. They helped make her relationship with him in her private domain even more intense, and led her to realize how much more from him she wanted.
She was also glad that Meryn had agreed to venture more into her world, even if it was just below the surface from where Meryn normally lived. Even though Natasha wasn’t challenged by these forays, she found that she was more comfortable doing things with Meryn. She was becoming increasingly annoyed, and occasionally even a little intimidated by some of the more serious lifestyle Dommes with whom she had come to know and associate. All too often many of them became far too competitive about their dominance. This was not an issue with Meryn. There was never any question with her of who between them was more dominant. Despite this, Meryn never seemed to need to prove anything to anyone, and Natasha respected her all the more for that. She also realized that she greatly wished for Meryn’s respect in return.
But Natasha had become obsessed with finding out if Meryn was right in what she had said. By mid week she was sure of her decision to proceed, and once made, she was filled with an almost giddy excitement and euphoria for the rest of the week. She informed Scott that Saturday would be a most special evening, as she would be entertaining a male guest, and she expected his preparation and participation to be perfect.
As he sensed her nervous anticipation, Scott realized that this was the event that his Mistress had been hinting about for some time, and of which he had been living in dread. He accepted, and had even chosen his role in her life. He was forever grateful, however, that Meryn and Jeremy had created the opportunity for her to see him in a different light. He had long wished for her to discover how much more he had to offer her. Not the successful entrepreneur, but the real person within him. And she had appeared to enjoy and appreciate that person. He was also thankful that he was able, at times, to experience a different Natasha as well, a caring, carefree, happy-go-lucky, vibrant young woman. The fact that she was not ONLY the stern taskmistress, who kept him firmly underfoot, a place he did long to be as long as it was under her foot, served to entrance him all the more.
But this was all threatened to be rendered meaningless by the action his Mistress was planning. He understood that stretching his limits and expanding his boundaries was part of the dynamic that fueled their relationship, and made it continually enticing for her. He just didn’t know if this was a boundary he could traverse safely without breaking. Early on in their relationship, he would have felt that his Mistress had every right to do what she was now apparently planning. Since that time, however, she had come to mean so much more to him. And, he hazarded a desperate hope, he also might be so to her. While he believed that she still had that right, he felt that if she proceeded with her plan, something vital and important inside him would be crushed. Perhaps forever. He would remain her slave, but that would be all he would, or could ever be. Maybe that was all she would ever want of him. And it would be all he would ever be able to give.
As he awoke early Saturday morning, he arose from the palette on which he always slept at the foot of his owner’s bed. . He quietly left the bedroom so as not to rouse her, showered and shaved in the extra bathroom, put on a fresh pair of panties, and then proceeded to prepare her breakfast. Checking the clock until the precise time that he was instructed, he reentered the bedroom, fell to his knees, and began to gently kiss her feet, which was the prescribed way to wake her every morning.
After several minutes, Natasha roused, stretched, and tapped him on the top of his head with her free foot to signal that he should stop his homage.
“What a glorious morning. This is the day I’ve been looking forward to for a long time. I’m so excited.”
Scott’s only response was a wave of anxiety that surged through his stomach. He scrambled to place slippers on her feet as she sat up on the side of the bed, then helped her into her robe, before she entered the Mistress bathroom.
During breakfast, he stood attentively to the back and side of her, rushing forward to refresh her coffee, refill her juice glass, or see to any other need she required. When she finished, he quickly cleaned up, grabbed a hurried bite to eat as he did so, and then spent the rest of the morning making the place spotless and ready for the evening’s activities, while she read the morning papers and lounged.
Just before noon, Natasha announced that she wanted to go shopping. After they both had dressed, and he had opened the back door of the car for her, he got into the driver’s seat. She ordered him to take her to an upscale lingerie store, commenting that she wanted some new special items for the evening. En route, she was unusually engaging in her conversation, but his nerves on this day made it difficult for him to do more that answer ‘Yes Mistress. No Mistress’ in response. Occasionally he was able to produce a witticism that made her laugh, but this did little to ease his tension.
Once at the lingerie store, after much deliberation, often asking his advice and using it for her final selection, she chose an elegant black silk negligee with matching panties and robe. She had him, rather than the saleslady, help her try on several selections of open toed slippers before she decided on a pair. She then led the way to the Full-Body section where she picked out a pair of frilly chiffon panties for him.
When they went to the cashier, the young salesgirl suggested to Natasha that she might have made a mistake. The chiffon panties were extra-large, while the rest of her purchases were more appropriately small. Natasha laughed, told her that there was no mistake, and looked pointedly at Scott. The salesgirl blushed, tittered, and then smiled knowingly at Scott as he paid the bill.
Natasha decided she wanted to shop in several more stores in the area, making a number of stops and purchases along the way, with Scott in tow behind, carrying all her packages and her pocketbook. Lunch was next on her agenda, and they went to one of her favorite lunch restaurants, where she ordered a soup and quiche for herself , and a small garden salad for him. Her mood continued to be buoyant, and she ‘encouraged’ him to regale her with several of his many droll stories, to keep her entertained.
When they finally arrived home in the late afternoon, she announced that she had to begin preparations for her special evening. She instructed him to change into his new chiffon panties, and then draw a hot bubble bath for her, and then await her in the bathroom. She arrived several minutes after it was filled, dressed only in her bathrobe and slippers, which he helped remove before she slipped in the warm, scented water. She luxuriated in it as he knelt by the side, chatting away about how wonderful her day had been thus far, and how much more so it would be that night.
After about fifteen minutes, she had him shampoo and rinse her hair, then cleanse her entire body with her loofa. He then assisted her out of the bath, toweled her dry, slipped on her slippers, helped wrap a towel around her hair and a larger one around her body before they went into the bedroom. She unwrapped the body towel and lay down prone on the bed, and allowed him to give her a body massage with her favorite lavender-scented lotion. When she finally indicated that he was finished with this, he asked her if she wanted him to prepare dinner for her. She replied that she was too excited to eat, and that ‘they’ would dine after. She then bade him to give her a manicure and pedicure, using the magenta colored nail polish she had purchased earlier in the day.
Over the time he had been with her, Scott had performed all of these different duties for her, but never all at one time as he had done on this day. This underscored to him how very special this day was to her, and fueled the growing state of controlled agony he was experiencing. Natasha noted with some satisfaction and delight how his usually rock steady hand was trembling slightly as he painted her toenails. The day was certainly having the effect on him that she wanted.
After he blew dry her hair, and brushed and combed it for over fifteen minutes, he then helped her dress in her new negligee, panties and robe, finally placing her new slippers on her feet. With a rising sense of near panic, he realized how gorgeous and alluring she was. He practically jumped when precisely at seven o:clock the doorbell rang.
“Well don’t just kneel there Scott. Go and let my guest in.”
As he scurried to the door, Scott wondered whether his Mistress’ guest knew what all he was getting into this night. Whether he would be expecting a male slave, dressed only in frilly panties, greeting him at the door. Knowing his Mistress, her guest probably wouldn’t be surprised, and would likely enjoy, and be amused at the services he would probably be providing them both, before and after. At that moment, Scott truly didn’t know how he was going to make it through the rest of the evening. Nothing could have prepared him, however, for the shock which he then received.
“Jeremy!” He exclaimed as he opened the door.
“Scott. Are you alright?” Jeremy worriedly asked seeing the utter dismay on his close friend’s face. “You were expecting me, weren’t you?”
“Ah ... Yes ... Of course ... Come in” was all Scott could manage.
“Should I undress?” He inquired as he entered the hallway.
“No. Of course not Jeremy.” Natasha answered as she suddenly appeared behind Scott. “At least not yet.” She then surprised both slaves as she moved forward to hug Jeremy, and kiss him on the cheek. “It’s so good to see you, and I’m so happy that Meri saw fit to lend you to me for the night.” She locked one of her arms in his, and led him into the living room as Scott dejectedly followed. She indicated that he should sit on the sofa, and then turned back to Scott.
“Scott. Pour both Jeremy and me a glass of wine, and then I want you to go prepare the bedroom as I told you before, while I instruct Jeremy on what’s expected of him tonight. When you’re finished, I want you to take off your panties, and kneel by the bedside.”
Despite the intensity of the horror that he now felt, Scott could do nothing else at that moment but obey. He went into the bedroom, and as previously ordered, lit the candles by the bedside, turned down the bed sheets, poured two more glasses of wine, turned off the lights, and then took off his panties, placed them under the bed, and knelt by the side of it.
To wait .
As he did so, Scott couldn’t really fathom that this was all happening. That his Mistress would take a lover with his full knowledge was difficult enough. That it would be his best friend, and that he apparently was going to be forced to watch, took it all to an unbearable place. He didn’t know if he could go through with this. He truly wanted to be Natasha’s slave forever. And be more if she would have it. But he didn’t know if he could pay this price to do so.
The minutes dragged on to well over thirty as he waited on his knees, only imagining what could be going on in the living room, as his agony rose to a near intolerable point. Finally the bedroom door opened and Natasha glided in like a Goddess. Without a word, she walked to the bed and sat down, facing Scott and looking down at him. Silently. For over a minute.
“Well Scott, you have certainly prepared everything exactly as I commanded. I believe the time has finally come. What do you think?”
Struggling strenuously to maintain the ability to give her everything she wanted of him, he tried. And failed.
“Mistress ... Please ... Don’t.” He implored.
“Don’t what?”
“Natasha ... Please, I beg you ... Don’t ... Not Jeremy ... Not anyone.”
“Whatever can you mean?” She asked, incredulous. “You want me to send Jeremy away? You want me to insult Meryn? My best friend. Your friend. After she allowed him to come over for this. Why would you ever want me to do anything like that?”
He had no other answer to give, even as he knew it would make no difference.
“Because I love you.” He whispered hoarsely, hanging his head, awaiting her derision and scorn.
Her eyes gleamed, and her smile lit up the room.
“Of course you do, Scott. As I love you. But what does that have to do with Jeremy preparing a romantic dinner for us both tonight?”
His head snapped up.
“But I ... I thought ...”
“I know what you thought, Scott.” She rebuked sternly. “Oh, you can be such a trial to me at times. It’s obvious you need so much more training.” She waited several seconds. “You do still want the training, don’t you?”
“Yes ... Always” he gasped.
Her voice softened. The moment had come. Even she felt a touch of anxiety.
“You know, Scott. What you thought was going to happen tonight. It still might in the future. Unless ...”
“Unless, Mistress?”
“Unless I was married. If I was married, I would never do anything like that to my husband. Even if he was my slave.”
His eyes widened. “Do you mean it?”
“I always mean what I say, Scott. Haven’t you learned that yet? I can see that the training for a husband is going to have to be even more intense. Are you sure you still want it?”
“Yes! Yes! Please Mistress ... I beg you ...Please marry me.”
With that he buried his face in her lap, then turned it sideways as she began to stroke his face.
“Good ... Very good, my pet ... That was the right answer ... Very, very good.”
And it was very good. Meri had been so right. He did love her. She had always been convinced that he was only in it for the kink that she could provide. For a long while that had been enough for her too, but as her feelings for him grew, she believed that she had to push the kink more and more. To entice him to want to stay with her, which she now wanted more than anything in her life. She hadn’t dared believe, even after Meri had told her. She had to find out for sure. Today had been the test. It hadn’t been a very fair test, she knew. But being fair wasn’t necessarily part of being a Domme. Perhaps somewhat more in being a wife. She would see.
After several minutes, Natasha gently urged Scott to kneel up, continuing to smile at him.
“I guess as a husband, there will have to be an expansion of certain privileges.” She said as she used her foot to lift his plastic encased cock. “I think this particular one, however, will have to wait until our actual nuptials.”
She paused for a second, and then slipped over her head a gold chain with a small key on it.
“That doesn’t mean though, that as Jeremy finishes making our dinner, we can’t have some fun playing together to celebrate our engagement.”
She bent forward to unlock his cage.
Once freed, Scott immediately sprang to attention at his full eight inches in joyous supplication. She took his hands and pulled him up and into her bed to begin their celebration.
Both Natasha and Scott had understood from the beginning that each had a deep need in their psyches for the kink that they provided and received from each other. What they had discovered this evening, was that they also had both been yearning to give and get so much more from each other. At one time, Natasha would have laughed to have called this love. But when it had been declared and offered to her so freely, she found that she was only too happy to offer it back. As long as it would always be on her own terms. For his part Scott would be only too happy to accept that.
And comply.
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