T/their Odyssey Begins

Again, He draws back His arm, and, again, the cat screams in unison of her scream of anticipation. The cat, claws bared, bites into her beautiful ass. Lovingly, its arms wrap her body in its leather and steel embrace. As the cat bites for the fifth time, the lust that fired Me to begin this flogging begins to abate, and I pause to view the fruits of My endeavors.

The vision before Me begins to take the form and substance of reality. she has been cut and bruised from the lashes of the cat's merciless claws. her head hangs down, and her body slack, hanging from the cuffs on the frame. I start to reseat Myself in the Master's chair and wait as events unfold. I am unsure what is really expected of Me at this stage. As I start to sit, I feel the cat stir in My hand… Am I, too, mad with the tales of it's "Life?" yes, damn it, My mind screams, I can feel the damn cat stirring in My hand. The cat has not had its fill of this night's work. As the cat stirs, My lust begins to rebuild.

When I turn back to her, she is rousing - her head moves slightly. When I approach, I realize she is trying to form words through what must be excruciating pain.

"More… do… not… stop… now, my… Master… please, so close… please, Master… more, i beg… of you… my One… more…” she begs in a halting, horse voice… a barely audible whisper - sounds so easily lost in the heavy hangings on the walls of this incredible room.

Slowly, as in slow motion, she raises her head. Limb by limb, muscle by muscle, animation seems to flow into her. The cat stirs in My hand, eager to engage in its duty, anxious for its due. I draw My arm back, and, with all of the strength I possess, bring the cat's claws screaming to her body. her scream nearly paralyzes Me, but I find strength in the raging fire she instills. As the cat strikes, I find Myself lost in her Pain, in My Pleasure, in the cat's work. Its tendrils reaching around her, lovingly caressing the whole of her body - shoulders to calves, front and back, the cat caresses her. Lust, need, want build into an instant fire blazing within Me. I need more; I need this!

I NEED THIS WOMAN. SHE IS MINE AND I TAKE WHAT IS MINE.

The song of the cat; her screams; the lust builds. The sixth blow and her body convulses - not in pain, but in an orgasm. Again, the cat flies and again… Her body is now seized in total orgasm. She cums - another earth shattering spasm. His awareness verges on the purely animal level. He sees through a red mist, not knowing if it flies from her back or clouds from within. I need more. He is not beating her body; he is fucking her - the cat sings to her screams. Her orgasms rock him - lusts rule Him. It courses through His blood. her words!  He is enflamed!  He NEEDS her pain, her orgasms - she cums for Him, for the cat, for Them. His blood rushes to His loins; fuck, need to fuck, need to fuck her… His only thoughts… His woman - He needs to spill Himself deep in her cunt; He needs… NOW…

I go to her and release her bonds. I need her cunt. Oh, God, I need to fuck her. She is semi-conscious as I roll her onto her back and spread her thighs. I rub My prick in her blood, her warm, sticky blood. Leaning over, looking at her exquisite beauty, her surprisingly alert eyes.   I thrust into her, taking her deep and hard in one, soul-consuming plunge. Her gasp shatters the last tenuous grip I have on reality. There is only her, My prick, her cunt, O/our sex united, united as O/one, fucking her, more!  MORE! My mind screams at Me!  ALL OF HER!  Faster, deeper I plunge into her welcoming heat, her wetness.
"more Master… please fuck yours… more… f u c k mmmeeeeeeeeeeeeee… i need Yooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu… f u c k mmmeeeeeeeeeeeeee my One… f u c k mmmeeeeeeeeeeeeee… i am cummmmmmiiiiinnnnngggggggggggggg," her voice a whisper, more felt than heard…
 
she cums again… her cunt… convulsing, gripping Me… clutching My prick so hot, so tight… And, I am cuming with her… pumping deep into her… I can't stop. Pounding her cunt, urging Me to greater heights… MORE! My tortured mind cries so loudly it drowns out O/our screams of release… beautiful, incredible M/mutual climaxes… sharing so intimate of all feelings… sharing all as W/we shall always share… cuming, I am still exploding...filling her with My lust…

"Oh God, God… I can't stop cummmmiiiiinnnngggggg…" My head thrown back as the chords and tendons are strained to near breaking, howling as a wolf to the moon… pumping, pounding into her, My cock raging again and again, spurting my seed deep against her womb… lost to the pleasure…

Finished, finally finished - the last spasms died away and I have collapsed onto her. Breathing in ragged gasps, I fight for control, for conscious thought. W/we are totally spent… The after glow… The blessed closeness of the after, drawing U/us closer. W/we are becoming O/one… W/we are O/one…

He slowly, stiffly withdraws from her semi-conscious body and shakily rises to His feet. He casts an eye around the room and goes to the only other door in the room. It leads to a bath - outfitted as sumptuously as the rest of the private quarters. There is a separate room for toilet and bidet, a shower for six and a steaming, redwood hot tub at the far end of the room. He returns to the main room and to her. He stoops and helps her to her feet - guiding her to the bath for a shower to cleanse off the blood, treat her cuts and bruises and soak in the tub. Over an hour in the bath, He emerges carrying her to the couch. Gently, lovingly He sets her there and covers her with a comforter.

He needs to think of this night and its meaning… To Him… to her… to T/them… for, surprising to Himself, He assumes - without question - that it is for T/them He must now plan.

Besides, His curiosity about this place drives His need to know and understand all. Quietly, He leaves the Chamber and ascends the stairs to the room They left a life time ago. There is no one about at this hour as He expected. The shop in front is locked and shuttered and the illumination is from the dimmest of lamps in the wall sconces. The clock on the shop wall startles Him; it is nearly dawn, and, though He has not rested, He feels no need for sleep.

He re-enters the first private room, searching for the backpack He left by His chair. There is luggage - woman's luggage and His pack. On top of His pack, there is a beautiful silk wrapped package. Upon carefully unfolding the silk package, He opens the crimson, silk purse inside, and finds the collar He had tossed to the Master of this domain before He descended the stairs - with her. Looking closely, He sees - beautifully tooled into the leather - His initials… "cHw" Instantly alert, how did he know He wonders. He grabs up His pack and looks, very carefully, inside. It had been disturbed, but everything was returned to its place - checking in the hidden pocket, He finds His two throwing knives now sharpened to a razors edge and the sheath, too has His initials finely tooled into its gloved leather.

He replaces everything as He found it.  He starts to gather the luggage, but, hesitates, and leaves them for her. He understands that she has to do this, or from His act of kindness, she would lose "face."  This is something He must not cause, or allow to happen. He shoulders his pack, puts the crimson purse in the pocket of the dressing gown he borrowed from the bathroom, and returns to the Chamber below and to her. He finds that she has roused, made the couch into a bed for Him and sleeps at the foot, wrapped in the comforter. Gently, He touches her shoulder, rousing her from her slumber.

"one," I say, softly, as I lightly caress her shoulder, "come, get into the bed, you will sleep with Me.  There is no need for you to sleep there, and, considering what else W/we have shared tonight, I think sleeping in each other's arms is appropriate."
Rousing, she stares at Him, wide-eyed and uncomprehending, "But, One, i was instructed that i was to sleep thus to show my respect for my Master. Is this not Your wish, One?"

"Come, sit here, I think W/we'd better talk before W/we retire…" If W/we do, He thinks to Himself. There is much to be decided and discussed.

"First, what is your name? And, by what name are you known? What is it you expect and understand of that which transpired, here, last night and this morning…Those will do for a start," I continued in quiet tones, trying to catch her eyes.

Slowly, stiffly, she rises and starts around the bed. Watching her, I am once again in awe. Not just of her striking beauty but as she moves, with each step, her fluid grace returns. her swaying breasts, the roll of her hips - more and more she reminds him of tigers He has known. The feline comparison is remarkable. As she passes the chair where I laid the cat, her fingers trail across its length, and, damn it, I'll swear that one or both of them purred. I sensed the sound so clearly that I knew that it must have been audible.  she sat on the edge of the bed - the true subservient, her eyes still downcast and hands clasped in her in her lap. She seemed so much smaller and defenseless posed like this.

"my given name, Sire, is Rebecca. I am, for want of a better phrase, a gypsy R.N. In my profession there is a shortage, and i have had sufficiently varied experience that my services are always in demand. In the past, i have followed the whim of salary and desire to travel."

"As you know, i was sent here for training, but the Master who sent me finds no further use of me; so here i remained until the Master sent me away or a new Master was found for me. There were a number of the Master's clients who were interested, but none could control the cat, and by extension, this one."

For the first time, she, tentatively, raised her eyes to Mine. I looked into the largest, most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. They so complimented her golden highlighted, long red tresses; one would expect to see eyes that color associated with blond hair. They were actively captivating - demanding attention, close scrutiny, and immediate attention to the words that were to come.

her eyes turned pleading, and, from the depths of her soul, the words spilled out in a whispered, stammering rush, "It is my humble wish… my desire… i crave to wear Your collar, Sire and to call You my Master, be Your one - please, take me as Your slave? Your mastery of the cat, and, through it, of me, has left me no other choice - this, i know is my destiny. i believe that is why You came here and why the cat is now You and Yours. It was to allow me to see and feel the life that would be mine. You may, of course, reject me and my plea and leave me here, when You depart. If that is Your desire, it would please me to serve You as You wish for the time You remain."

The tears - tears of a true confession - begin to flow down her cheeks. Again, she raises those eyes to Me, and I see, deep in them - a "Truth" I have seldom seen and little known. I also see, deep in her soul, My destiny, and I have a brilliant flash of insight - yes, this is right. This will be right for Me, for her… Yes, this is right for U/us.

I look at her long and hard, again… My mind sorting all that has been said and all that I have contemplated. The silence seemed to drag on U/us before I speak. With a nod of My head, I have "crossed My Rubicon," and I speak as softly as has she, preserving the solemnity of the occasion.

"I will not call you Rebecca or any diminutive of it. You will be My li'kitten. I do this for two reasons, to honor the cat which brought U/us together and to recognize the carriage of your bearing that I so admire."

I withdraw the crimson purse from My pocket and withdraw the collar and its ornate, golden key. I unlock the concealed mechanism and lock her eyes with Mine. This, My li'kitten is the collar you shall Wear, and it is My wish that you become slave to Me. Lean forward, and let Me lock the collar in place. You will wear the key on a chain around your neck. The ceremony was that simple. At its conclusion, she dropped to her knees, took My hand and lightly brushed with her lips. For a fleeting instant, her eyes rose to meet Mine, and I knew that this was the correct decision at the correct time for the B/both. W/we had found that for which W/we had so long sought.

"Here, take this robe, go upstairs and retrieve your luggage. It is time W/we dressed and began O/our life."

With an inaudible, but fully shared, sigh, she began to smile - not so much with her luscious lips, but more with those eyes. In a warm, husky contralto she said,  "Yes, my Master…"

"Yes, my Master," she said, again, softly savoring the words and their meaning as she left the room.

She returned shortly with her bags. Setting them on the bed, she turned to Me, "Does my Master wish to choose clothes for me to wear today?" She asks in a lowered voice.  I indicated My desire and began to dress Myself.

"Please, allow me, myne," And, she immediately took over the buttons and zippers that held Me together.

When W/we had finished, W/we gathered O/our belongings and departed the room, climbed the stairs and entered the deserted parlor. She retrieved the key after calling for a cab to take U/us to the airport where W/we retrieved My Porsche and set out on the first leg of O/our journey.

W/e had to return to San Jose to retrieve My bags and say My goodbyes. In the pre-dawn hours, Highway 280 was all but deserted and I indulged the euphoria that welled in Me was transferred to this magnificent piece of machinery. To a squeal of delight from My li'kitten, I slammed it into fifth gear at about the 150 mph mark, and the car, so like the cat residing now in the silk purse in My pack, screamed its pleasure at being freed to find its own life.

T/their Odyssey Had Begun...