Chapter 44

In the morning shower, I made it thunder for her again.  She held my head
against her as she came time after time from my tongue and fingers.  It was
a statement of her trust in me.  It scared the shit out of me.

We spent the day in bed reading, touching, and talking.  Well, not much
reading.  Or talking, either for that matter.  We found each other's special
spots, those areas that did certain things to us.  I still did not penetrate
her, and she accepted that it would happen in my time.  It was a major step
for her in her acceptance of me as her true master.

That evening's dinner saw us seated across and apart from one another.  We
were both on trial tonight.  She may have gotten us this far, but from here
on out, we were in it together.  She would glance down the long table at me
from time to time and flash me her wonderful smile.  She was not worried.  I
relaxed and enjoyed the dinner, the conversation and the company.  Well, the
food was OK, anyway.

We left the dinner without an invitation.  I could tell she was
disappointed, but she refused to allow anyone the satisfaction of seeing
just how much it had meant to her.  That night, when she came to our bed in
the hotel room, she knelt beside me rather than lying down.  She was
offering me something.

She had a collar, one of Sally's old ones if I didn't miss my bet.  The
medallion was missing, but I recognized the workmanship.

"You know that if I put that on you, there will be no sex tonight?" I asked
her.

She nodded.  "Yes, Master.  Sally told me..."

"Damn it, woman!  Is there anything you two haven't discussed?" I demanded.

"I don't think so, Master, not when it concerns you.  We both love you very
much.  You are the most important thing to us, even more than our daughters
in many ways.  Of course we talk about you, how to please you, how you will
react to this and that.  She has said you would not take me the first time
under the collar.  I accept that, but you may if you wish to take me this
way.  I-I-I need this tonight, Master.  Forgive me for being so weak."

I took the collar from her shaking hands.  I locked it around her throat.
It was a bit tighter than it had been on Sally, but apparently they had
tried it out.  She didn't gasp or choke.

I sat up in the bed, propped up against the headboard.  I spread my legs.  I
nodded at my groin.  "Head Time," was all I said.

The room lit up with her smile.  She locked her hands behind her back, one
hand holding the other wrist tightly.  She bowed before me and swallowed
just the head of my cock into her mouth.

With her in position - and quiet - I began talking to her.  I told her my
thoughts and dreams, what I envisioned our life becoming.  I told her where
I thought the problems would be and what I was planning on doing to prevent
them.  I talked of my clients, listing them by name so she would become
familiar with them.

Once or twice she started to rise to address some issue.  I held her head
firmly in place.  She realized she was to listen.  I was telling her things
I had never told anyone, not even Sally.  I felt the tears washing over the
base of my cock.  At first I thought my forcing her to stay in that position
hurt her.  I reached out with my senses to touch her.

I hadn't been able to do that with her much.  It was as if she didn't have
much to sense, like her sense was hibernating, hidden inside.  This time,
whether it was because we were touching or because she was more open to me,
I could feel her better.  I sensed that her tears were tears of joy and
satisfaction.  I was trusting her with my dreams.  They were shared between
us, and no one else.  She would treasure them forever.

I kept her at Head Time for a long time.  I was sure her mouth ached, but
she never broke.  When I took her off she thanked me for allowing her the
honor.  Nicole remained kneeling between my legs, her head bowed down
touching the mattress.  She needed more.  I reached out with my sense to her
and found her open and waiting for me.  I sensed her better than ever
before.

I saw what she needed, as if she had drawn me a picture.  I bound her hands
behind her back using one of my ties.  I tied her ankles the same way.  I
positioned her across the foot of the large bed, her head where my feet
would go.  I gagged her with my last tie.

I could see the glowing aura around her now.  This was what she wanted, to
be possessed, to be bound and used.  It released her as nothing else.

I slipped my feet under her head so that she could use my ankles for a
pillow.  Not the softest body part, by far, but she wasn't concerned with
comfort.  I lay back and shut my eyes, listening to her soft moans, letting
her sing me to sleep with them.  She was not in pain, but was experiencing a
tremendous release of built up tensions, fears and frustrations.  I had
accepted her, bound her as if I owned her and had put her in a place of
submission.  She felt wanted, needed and loved.

I woke to the quiet, but insistent knocking on the hotel door.  I looked at
the clock.  6:00 AM.  God! Who could be this inconsiderate?

I threw open the door to reveal not only myself, but the freshly scrubbed
face of a White House intern.  Believe me, they are not all as ugly or fat
as Monica.  This one was a slender girl, probably 18 years of age, of
African-American descent.  She was a cute girl, and at the moment her eyes
were fixed on the sight of my hard cock.

Suddenly remembering her task, she offered me a silver tray that held a
sealed envelope.  My name was embossed across the front and the flap was
sealed with the Presidential Seal.  The hand written card inside invited me
and a guest (vetted, of course) to be in attendance at a presidential
reception this evening.  It was signed by the President.

The intern had remained standing in the doorway, waiting for a reply.  She
had gumption, this one, and I immediately liked her.  She had fastened her
gaze on a sconce on the far wall behind me and had not wavered from that
stare.  I told her we would be honored attend.  She told me a limo would
pick us up at 6:00 sharp in the lobby.

With one more lingering look at my cock she turned to go.  Just as she
turned, I caught her eye and winked.  She grinned, shook her head in
disbelief, and said, "They'd never believe me if I told them.  Nobody gets
this lucky."  A generous laugh, and she shut the door.  I felt flattered.

Nicole was waiting where I had left her.  She couldn't really go anywhere
tied the way she was.  I sat down on the bed, holding the envelope and
invitation where she couldn't see.  With a little effort, I lifted her and
laid her across my lap in a spanking position.  She realized what I was
doing and began a mock struggle, doing more rubbing against my cock and
elevating her ass than trying to get away.

The first firm swat of that ass felt glorious.  I think we both groaned in
delight.  After the second swat, I laid the envelope in front of her face so
she could read my name.  After a couple more swats, I flipped it over so she
could see the waxed seal.  It wasn't until she read the note, though, that
she realized we had won the grand prize.  Her ass was a rosy red when I
stopped swatting her.  She didn't care.

When I released her she flew into my arms, sobbing happily.  I'm not sure if
it was the spanking, the bondage or the invitation that made her so
aggressive in the shower that morning, but I didn't care.  I let her thank
me all she wanted.  It was great.

After our shower, Nicole was a snake-ball of nervous tension.  She couldn't
even eat.  Getting there was the prize, getting asked back was the ultimate.
I didn't have access to the services I would have normally used for Sally
and Janey, so I asked Nicole if she would allow me to help her relax.  She
misunderstood and immediately her hand went to my crotch, grabbing my prick.
Her face was a study in puzzlement as I tried to explain that's not what I
meant.

Again, I asked her if I could help her.  She nodded, unsure of what I had
planned.  First, I drew her a hot bath, using all the oils and fragrances
the hotel provided.  I helped her disrobe, always a joy, and step into the
hot steaming water.  Although she had just gotten out of the shower, she
relished the idea of a hot bath.  I told her to wait, then called room
service.  It was a long call.

Soon, breakfast arrived.  I served to her in the bathroom what I hoped was a
typical French breakfast of croissants, marmalade, and steaming coffee.  In
the meantime, the rest of my order arrived and was set up in the other room.

When she came out of the tub, I dried her.  She tried to protest, but I
stopped her with a soft kiss.  It was hard for her, I think, but she let me.
I wrapped her in a heated robe, then led her to the other room.  The robe
came back off as I helped her up onto a massage table.

She sighed in obvious pleasure as I rubbed the scented oils into her skin.
I wasn't an expert by any means, but I knew enough to be very effective.
She was almost numb when I slipped her over onto her back.

As I touched her erogenous zones, I could feel the tensions building up
inside her.  Using my sensing skills, I teased her ever higher, in
imperceptibly small steps.  I had all day for this and I was going to help
her relax.

I touched her clit lightly, then flicked it back and forth.  She deflated
like a toy balloon.  All the tension and anxiety flooded out of her with
that release.  I lifted her limp body in my arms and carried her back to the
bath.  The recycle feature of that spa had kept the water temperature high.
This time I got in the tub behind her and held her head above the surface as
we soaked.

She slept for some time, floating in a blissfully relaxed state.  I enjoyed
holding her quiet body, keeping her safe.  She rolled over in my arms, still
slippery from the massage oils.

"Thank you, Lawrence.  Master.  You are a strange and wonderful man.  I only
hope I will not disappoint you, tonight or ever."

"I doubt that you ever will, Nicole.  You are very special."

She spent the remainder of the afternoon in the hotel beauty salon.  I told
her she didn't need it, but she insisted.  I don't know what she paid, but
when I saw her later, it had been worth it.  She looked fabulous.

As she was finishing her preparations, I slipped up behind her.  I unlocked
the old leather collar and put a jeweled choker around her neck.  I had been
able to slip out while she was in the salon.

"I will replace this later with one like Sally's, but for now, know you are
mine.  My command to you tonight is to be the most outstanding woman ever to
impress the President or his guests.  If you have any questions, look to me.
I will decide for you."

Her hand reached up to touch the choker.  I watched in the mirror as she
caressed it lightly with her fingers.  My cock was jealous of that touch.  I
felt a wonderful sense coming from her.  She was happy.  Wonderfully,
gloriously happy.  She would do her utmost to please me tonight, and always.

I wondered at the increase in my sensitivity to her link.  I would have to
talk with Sally about this.  I also wondered what Gertie would say about all
this link stuff.  I would probably end up dissected on a lab table if I told
her about it.  Still, it seemed that as Nicole opened up a little and became
more comfortable with me I could sense her better.  When I thought back,
pretty much the same thing had happened with Sally and Janey.  Now, with
Nicole, it happened sooner because I was aware of it and didn't pass it off
as indigestion or something.

The limo was waiting as we exited the elevators at exactly 6:00.  A hush
fell over the lobby of this busy hotel as an angel passed through it.  I was
blessed.  I got to accompany her.  She had on a red velvet dress that was
held up more by imagination than any physical law.  My choker was her only
adornment, other than her charm, beauty, intelligence and the palpable gaze
of any man fortunate enough to glimpse her.  I had wondered why she had
insisted on carrying her wrap.  Now I knew.  She was just testing the
hardware.

She squeezed my hand as sat in the back of the car.  "Jealous?"

"A little.  You testing me or the effects of that dress, Madame?"

"I am glad you are not blindly jealous, Lawrence.  A little bit is good, it
heats the bed at night, no?  Too much, well, it is not good.  I saw you
watching the men in the hotel.  Look at me next time, it will help ease some
of hard feelings you have for the men who look at me.  And who enjoy it more
than you think they should."

It was going to be hard to share her, but she was confident I could.  I
would do my damnedest.