Copyright © 1997 Master Wade. ALL Rights Reserved. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted through mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. MRWADE.237 By Master Wade Carmen (Carmin de Labios) (Esclava de Amo de Deseo) Dan Gibson fast-forwarded the videotape to a spot that he particularly enjoyed watching. It was a scene of his girl fucking other men, and the entire tape was full of such images. It was one of thirty tapes now, all of his girl. There would be more to come. Dan's girl, a beautiful dark-haired woman of Cuban descent named Carmen, had spent the first thirty-six years of her life denying most of her desires, trying to make other people happy. She had always felt a great need to do that, and it angered her at times. Wasn't her happiness of importance as well? Finally deciding that her happiness was just as important as anyone elses, Carmen divorced her husband. Feeling a great sense of new freedom, and looking back on a life which had seen her take only four lovers in all her years, Carmen prepared herself for a new world of passion and pleasure, only to find that it was not all that she had dreamed of it being. Casual sex meant nothing to her. She longed for something more meaningful; something hot, but meaningful at the same time. It was then that she met Dan. Dan was somehow different from the other men Carmen had met. It was not that he was less interested in her sexually; she would hardly be interested in someone who was not. Dan seemed to need more than that too. But what? At first it was difficult for her to tell; she only knew there was something more that he wanted from her, and that his need was compelling to her, and seemed to draw her to him in a very powerful way. She wanted to ask, but wasn't even sure how to phrase her question. So she waited. Finally, he brought it up himself. "Come here and sit with me, Carmen," he said, on one of the nights that she visited him at his home and prepared his dinner for him. "I need to talk with you." Carmen smiled and sat next to him on the big over- stuffed couch. They talked often, and on many subjects. She loved being alone with him and just talking. "I think you know me pretty well by now. I feel as if I know you, anyway, and I very much like what I know about you. I've told you a great deal about me; about my family and my past relationships; about my dreams and aspirations. But there is something that I haven't felt free to tell you, and I want to do that now. "For the last four or five years, I have lived something of a double life. Very few people know about this. Most who do live far away from here, and know me only as a name on the computer. A select few have met me and have known me in person for brief periods of time and are aware of this other life of mine." Carmen was intrigued, and just a little worried by Dan's revelation. A double life? Was this man about to tell her that he was a spy, or a CIA agent? What on earth was this leading up to? "I know I'm causing you some concern by being so mysterious, so let me get to the point quickly," he said, brushing her hair back over her shoulder. "I am known to some other people by a name you have never heard me called. That name is Desi, and it is short for another name which those same people know me by: Master of Desire." Carmen felt a tightening in her stomach. Desi? Master of Desire? What did all this mean? "I know you will have questions, but let me tell you what I must before you ask anything. The name Master of Desire reflects my involvement in something called Dominance and submission. It is a lifestyle which recognizes the natural dominant and submissive natures of people, and which embraces them in a manner which provides for the mutual satisfaction of needs. I became attracted to it through my involvement in some online communities, and have since explored it both online and off. I have found it to be very important to me, and it is inconcievable to me now that I could be involved in a relationship of permanence without it being a part of our way of life. I am very attracted to you, and I need to tell you about this other life of mine, and to see how you will respond to it." Carmen was somewhat taken back by Dan's admission. She knew a little something of the kind of lifestyle he was speaking of; at least she thought she did. It sounded very Californian to her, and brought with it images of people dressed in leather wielding whips and belonging to motorcycle gangs. Dan was interested in this? "I don't know what you know about Dominance and submission, or D/s as we call it for convenience sake. I expect that if you know anything at all about it, you have many misconceptions. Most people do. I know I certainly did, prior to exploring it on my own. And, I can't really say that I have embraced it in the same way that many others have. I have my own style and my own philosophy." "I know very little, but it all sounds very bizarre to me, Dan. I'm surprised, and I don't know that I like what you're telling me," Carmen said, with genuine concern. "I understand," he said, placing his hand on hers. "I know I am taking a risk by telling you these things. But D/s meets deep needs that I have had all my life, and which I know I cannot find satisfaction for outside of this kind of lifestyle. You may decide that you could never share that kind of life with me; and if you do, we need to find that out as soon as possible, for both our sakes. "I care for you very much, Dan. You know that I do. And I will listen to anything you have to say. Just know that I can't make you any promises. I won't lie to you, or decieve you about my feelings, because I can tell you are very serious about this. And I won't condemn you for being interested in it. I just don't know that I can share it with you." "I know, Carmen. And there is a part of me that almost wishes it were not so important to me, and that I could just build a life with you whether or not D/s could be a part of that life we share. But I know that would never work, and I know that I have to be honest with you now, or else lie to you for the rest of my life." Dan and Carmen talked for a long time that night. He told her everything about his involvement in D/s up to that point. He shared his history of being a dominant man and his frustration through the years at not having a suitable outlet for that part of his personality. He spoke honestly to her of other women he had known, and what he had shared with them and learned from them. And he spoke openly with her about his dreams and hopes for the future. Carmen left Dan's house that night very much confused. She felt a strong attraction to Dan, and thought she had come to know him well. And yet he had been living a secret life of which she had no knowledge at all. It was clear to her that this man she was beginning to love was just as much this Desi as he was Dan. He was just as deeply committed to and involved in being this Master of Desire as he was to being the Dan Gibson she had known all these months. She felt cheated somehow, that he had held this from her for so long. And yet she understood that it was not something that he could admit quickly and early in a relationship. Things were awkward between Dan and Carmen the next time they were together. Carmen still couldn't decide what to make of Dan's dual nature, and she no longer felt as if she knew who he was. She told him she needed some time to think about all the things he had told her. She said she needed some time away from him; some time alone. Dan was deeply disappointed. He had taken a great risk in exposing himself so totally to Carmen. He had wanted desperately for her to understand and for her to accept him as he was. He had despised living that secret life and keeping it all from her, and had longed for the time when he could tell her all about it, and finally be real to her. Now, he had done that, and a great gulf had opened between them. Over the coming weeks and months, Dan tried diligently to restore his relationship with Carmen. He called regularly, but she was often out, or simply didn't answer her phone. He left messages, asking for her to return his calls, but she did not. And when he was able to talk with her she had very little to say, and could never talk very long. Dan's friends, those who knew him as Desi, or Master of Desire, grieved with him during this period. He had spoken to them of Carmen, and of his love for her, and they could see the sincerity in his remarks and the genuineness of his desire to build a life with her. They were concerned about him, and for him, and they tried to take some of the sting out of his disappointment, but met with little success. Aware, themselves, of the futility of loving someone who could not share his D/s needs and interests with him, Dan's friends encouraged him to look elsewhere and to let Carmen go. But he could not. He sensed more than confusion in Carmen; he sensed also a submissive nature that he had learned to recognize with dependable accuracy in women. He was confident it was there, but she was allowing him almost no means through which to touch her and help her become aware of it herself. He was frustrated, and sad, and alone. It was at about this time that Carmen began receiving letters in the mail from an "Annonymous Friend". The letters were not so much letters as they were stories; erotic stories of Masters and their slaves. Sure that they must be coming from Dan, she called him, and asked. "Are you sending these to me," she asked, trying to sound calm, but a bit angry that he would do such a thing. "No. I am not. Honestly, Carmen, I am not. I suppose it may be some of my friends...but I don't even know how they would have gotten your address. I know nothing of it. Nothing at all. Honest!" "Tell your friends that I have no desire to receieve such trash in my mail, and that if they don't stop I will turn the letters over to the Post Office and let them put a stop to it. And tell them soon." With that, Carmen hung up the phone. The letters did not stop. In fact, they came more frequently, and the stories in them grew even more nasty. Carmen was disgusted by them, but still could not avoid reading them when they came. She found herself going back to them and reading them over again. And again. Little by little they began making inroads into her fantasies, and in spite of her intellectual desire to deny them any power at all with her, she felt them touching her in places she had never been touched before. She began picturing herself as one of these slaves in the stories, and doing so became incredibly exciting for her. It got to the point that it was only such fantasies that could arouse her, no matter how hard she tried to fight it. She wondered if Dan, or Desi, did the things in these stories. She wondered what it would be like to be Master of Desire's slave and serve him as these women in these stories served their Masters. Finally, she called Dan. "I need to talk with you, in person," she said, softly into the phone. "Of course. Would you like to come over tonight?", he asked, surprised, but pleased. "Yes, if you don't mind. Eight okay?" "Eight is fine. I'll see you then." Carmen was late arriving, and Dan had almost decided she had changed her mind. But the doorbell finally rang, and she sat next to him on the big couch again for the first time in many months. "It's been a long time, Carmen," Dan said, smiling at her warmly. "I'm glad you're here." "Thank you for letting me come. I've got something to tell you, and I'm not sure how to do it. I only know that I have to." "Sure. You can tell me anything. I've missed you." "I've missed you too, Dan. I know it may not have seemed like it, but I have felt very alone, and frightened, and lost. But what I want to tell you about has to do with these letters you've been sending me." "Carmen," Dan said, with total honesty, "I have not been sending you any letters. I swear to you. And I spoke to my friends, and none of them would admit sending you anything. Do you have one with you? Let me see some of them...perhaps I can tell who they are from." "No, I don't have any with me. And if you say you haven't been sending them, then I suppose I have to believe you. I almost wish that you had been...now. My feelings about them has changed. That's one thing I need to tell you, and to talk to you about." "Go ahead. How have your feelings changed? Tell me." "At first, as you know, I was highly offended by the letters. They aren't just letters, Dan, they are dirty stories. It's pornography, pure and simple. But in spite of the fact that I was disgusted by them I continued reading them. And even though I tried to ignore them, they kept creeping into my fantasies and day-dreams. It's gotten to the point that the things that take place in those stories are all that I can think about at times." "I see," Dan said, contemplating the meaning of all this. "What are the stories about?" "They are Master and slave stories. D/s stories, I guess you would call them. But Dan there are things in them that I never found exciting before; things that any woman in her right mind would find repulsive. Yet I don't...not anymore, anyway. I want those things. I want the very dirtiest and nastiest things in them, Dan. And I don't mean that I simply find the idea of them exciting. I mean that I want them to happen to me in my real life." "What sorts of things? What is it that you want to happen to you in real life?", he asked. "I can't tell you. I mean...well, I want to tell you, but I can't, yet. I don't know what you do, Dan. I don't know what happens to women who are your slaves. I don't know anything much about what being a slave to you means. I don't even know that I trust you enough to tell you any more than I already have. I just know that I had to talk to someone about these stories, and that I had to let you know that they are changing me." Dan and Carmen talked a bit longer that night, but Carmen was not ready to open up much to him yet, and Dan was still unsure how much to tell her about his own style of D/s, and the deep personal needs that he found fulfilled by it. Wishing for more openess, and hoping for a rapid increase in intimacy between them, Dad found Carmen to be very cautious and hesitant. She had intrigued him by her admission, but was denying him a chance to see her hungers up close; to know them completely. Over the next several weeks, Dan revealed more and more of himself to Carmen in their talks. She responded by opening up some herself, but it was obvious that she still didn't trust him enough to tell him everything. What he did learn excited him tremendously, and made him want to know more. It made him want Carmen even more, as well, and he began thinking more and more of the possibilities of a life shared with her. But every time that Dan felt he was finally getting to the point that Carmen would let her guard down completely, she would withdraw from him, and return to her old habits of not returning his calls, of seeming to have no interest in him at all. Then she would warm to him again, and thrill him by spending time with him, only to withdraw yet again. Finally, Dan could stand it no longer, and he sat Carmen down one night and spoke to her seriously. "I have known from the very beginning that you are a submissive, Carmen. I can sense it...my instincts about it are very accurate, and I know that it's there, living inside you. And your admissions to me over the last few weeks have made that even more clear to me. We want so many of the same things. I can feel it, even though I know you still are hiding things from me. "Nothing will take the place of you submitting to a Master, Carmen. There is no way for you to escape that. You can fantasize, you can dream, you can spend all your free time with me talking about it or re-reading the stories you were sent...but none of that can truly mean anything unless you submit. If you are really submissive in your heart, and I KNOW that you are, then you have to submit. Nothing else will ever satisfy you. You cannot be fulfilled without it. Why do you fight it so?" "I'm just not ready. I don't know what it is, but I'm just not ready." "You can't go on this way forever, Carmen. How will you even know for sure if this is what you want, if you don't try it? How can you continue to dream and want something that you aren't willing to give a try? I KNOW you must feel the need inside you. I KNOW you must be as hungry for it as I am. Surely you must trust me enough by now to be able to try it with me. Surely you know me well enough that you know my love and desire for you is real. What have I done all these months while I have been waiting for you? Have I deserted you? Have I ignored you, or gone on to experience D/s with someone else?" Carmen thought about all the things that Dan was saying to her. He was right, of course, but the idea of giving herself so completely to someone terrified her. Yes, she loved Dan...she no longer tried to deny that to herself or to him. Yes, she needed him in her life. She knew that as well. But to be a slave...a real slave...to a man in real life? How could she do that? How could she not? Carmen slipped from the couch to the floor in front of Dan. Kneeling, her hands behind her back, she spoke softly to him. "You're right, Master. I can't fight it any longer. I beg you: Please take me as your slave. I give you everything I am. I am yours totally, for you to own and possess. I want to belong to you and be yours always, and in all ways." Continued in Chapter Two.... -- Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! http://pw1.netcom.com/~mrdouble/main/stories.html Be There.....