From tuegate.tue.nl!news.nic.surfnet.nl!sun4nl!EU.net!news.kreonet.re.kr!xpat.postech.ac.kr!usenet.hana.nm.kr!agate!spool.mu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!swiss.ans.net!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail Tue Dec 20 12:49:33 1994 Path: tuegate.tue.nl!news.nic.surfnet.nl!sun4nl!EU.net!news.kreonet.re.kr!xpat.postech.ac.kr!usenet.hana.nm.kr!agate!spool.mu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!swiss.ans.net!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: andreasman@aol.com (AndreasMan) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Housekeeper - Part 5 of 6 Date: 15 Dec 1994 19:50:02 -0500 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 174 Sender: news@newsbf01.news.aol.com Message-ID: <3cqo7q$92j@newsbf01.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf01.news.aol.com The Housekeeper by Andreas Mann Part 5 of 6 "You have my permission to respond. Since you are a novice you know nothing of safewords. You really shouldn't have gone this far without discussing it. But you're right to trust me - and you're lucky to have found me by such sweet accident, shall we say." "Yes, Master." "I am going to give you one safeword. You will use this word only if you feel you are unable to continue, if you are unable to breathe or if you feel in some sort of danger that worries you. If you use this safeword I will stop and release you and make sure you are safe. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." "What's the food you hate most?" "Excuse me? I'm sorry I didn't understand..." "Hmm. You weren't listening!" I said loudly, grasping her nipples and twisting them until she turned and pulled on her straps and cried 'please'. "I asked you what food you hated. It's a simple question." "I'm sorry, Master," she gasped, relaxing back into an upright position. "I didn't pay attention." "We'll have to remedy that, Gina, won't we?" "Yes, Master," she gasped. "Well, what is it then? I'm waiting!" "Excuse me, Master. I got lost in the pain. I really hate prunes, Master. My mother used to..." "Stop! I'm sure it's a fascinating story. I don't want to hear it now. So your safeword is going to be prunes. Say it!" "Yes, Sir. Prunes," she whispered. "Louder, Gina, louder." "Prunes." "Don't worry about noise," I laughed. "I guess you didn't know that this room is soundproof," I laughed again as loud as I could. "Do you know, no one can hear you in here. Go ahead and try it. Try screaming and see what it sounds like." She hesitated, so I took the whip and slapped it down the outside of her left thigh as hard as I could. She leaped and screamed instantly! A wonderful, natural scream of surprise. "Did you hear that?" I asked. "Yes, Sir." "What did you hear?" "It sounds sort of muffled," she said. "Yes, it all gets eaten by the thick padding on the walls. On the ceiling I've used sound studio barrier. Go ahead and scream again." "Aaaahhh," she cried loudly but with control. "I've tested the room and not a whisper escapes. Isn't that great? Isn't that frightening!" I laughed. "Yes, Master." I walked away... From a drawer I took a large white handkerchief and approached Gina once more. Her body tensed. "Are you comfortable?" I asked. "Yes, Sir." "Are your arms numb at all?" "No, Sir." "Good." I stepped closer, invading her personal space, and stood quite still so that she would feel my presence. Since she was blindfolded her other senses would be at a high frequency. She would feel me much more intensely. And I wanted her to feel my presence. It is perhaps a more important method of communication and training than any verbal or aggressive physical action. To sense and feel my presence and to learn how to react to it is the underlying reality of a good, healthy SM relationship. Although she probably wasn't aware of it, this was part of my method of study and training. And she did well, I thought. I liked the way her body seemed to yearn and reach out to me. I stepped in closer, just three inches from her face, and stood still. Her body yearned and she pulled on her restraints. "Do you want to be my slave, Gina?" I asked. "Yes, Sir. I do." "Are you ready to be trained by me?" "Yes, Sir. I am ready," she said breathlessly. "Well, I want you to think carefully about what YOU think you need, and what service you can be to me. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Then repeat it to me." "Yes, Master. You want me to think carefully about what I think I need, and about what service I can be to you," she said relaxing into her bondage and standing straight, her back against the cross. I was standing directly infront of her now, well inside her personal zone and yet not touching. "Yes, I want you to think carefully. This is very important. I'm going to leave you here for a little while to do that. You are completely safe here. I am in control. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." "So, I'm going to leave you here for a while. I will be listening to you through an audio monitor, to make sure you are alright," I explained. Then I took the handkerchief and wrapped it around her mouth and tied it in the back. "You won't be able to talk until I take this off. However, if you are in distress you can shout and scream and I will hear you. Nod your head if you understand." Gina nodded her head. I reached across the wall and gathered a pair of large adjustable nipple clamps. Standing quite still before her, my breath on her face, I opened the clamps and closed them around each nipple. They arose to the stimulation. Gina moaned and her body relaxed. I took two more clamps and attached them to the lips of her vulva and then added a small weight. Finally, I stood there and let her feel the new sensations for a few moments. Then I used my hands to caress her on both sides of her body at the same time, starting from her cheeks and sliding down over her shoulders and around to her breasts, where I pulled on the nipple clamps just enough to make her groan, and then down around her waist to her vulva. I pulled gently on the weight and slipped my fingers between her legs. She was wet and warm. Raising my fingers slowly up to her face, I wiped her juices over her lips and the handkerchief gag. "Good," I said calmly. "You are ready. You may shout or scream if you are in trouble. Otherwise I expect you to wait patiently, and I expect you to think about what I told you to think about." I stepped back out of her personal atmosphere and walked quietly to the door. I left the music playing and the candles lit. They were all safely housed in glass holders. Grabbing the Fisher-Price "baby monitor" and my sweater, I stepped through the door and slammed it just loud enough for her to register the intent - and feel the loneliness. ---------- Cont in Part 6 The HouseKeeper is copyright 1994/5 Red Moon Press Permission is given for electronic distribution. Contact andreasman@aol.com for print & other media permissions, or logon to Popular Emotion BBS (215-386-9333). ----------