Chapter Six
Survival of the Wounded Heart
Valerie woke, her groggy mind surprised at not hearing the dreaded beeping of her alarm. Gradually, she became aware of the moving, whispering form next to her in bed. Susan was crying softly in her sleep, her body thrashing gently in the throes of what could only be described as a nightmare.
"Master, please don't leave me. Calvin, I can't do it alone," the woman cried.
Val looked over and saw Sally had woken as well. Susan was sleeping between them, unable to handle sleeping alone; certainly not in a separate room. Sally took Susan in her arms, holding her tight as the nightmare played out. The dreams had started that weekend, while Valerie had been at Charles' house. Susan jerked suddenly, waking from the terrors in her mind.
"He's left me. He's left me alone," she cried, her tears dampening Sally's shoulder.
"He didn't want to," Sally whispered in return. "He was taken from you."
"But it still hurts so much," Susan said.
"I know, love, I know," Valerie added, her own arms reaching to enclose the hurting lady between them. "It felt the same way when Mike was taken from me."
"In my dreams, he...he left me, cast me out because I wasn't good enough. I wasn't slave enough for him any more."
"You know that's not true," Sally replied. "You're the most committed slave I've ever known. There's nothing you wouldn't do or endure for him, was there?"
"No, I don't think so. There were times he would beat me until I passed out from the pain. I just needed to be his, to be so totally his. Before I met Master, my life was a wreck. Did you know I'd gone through ten roommates in the four years before I met him?" Sally shook her head, not wanting to interrupt the vital remembrances Susan was experiencing. "I'd fight with them, push them around and make them miserable. Yet, even though I'd get my way, I was miserable myself. The only times I'd be at peace was when I found a play partner. It was harder then; Mephisto's didn't exist back then."
Valerie started to say something, but Sally forestalled it with a motion from her hand.
"Calvin was the first Dom I'd met with who allowed me to not have a safe word. He was the first to give me more pain than I would have asked for. He had me begging for him to stop, and he didn't. I'd made him promise to do what
he
wanted to do, and to ignore any pleas on my part. Afterwards, I knew I could never go back to the safe and sane play that others would give me. I asked to be his slave that first night."
Susan paused, seemingly not sure if she should go on; not sure if she
could
go on. Sally, who knew the story already, prodded her. "He didn't did he?"
"No, he wouldn't take me then. He wanted me to understand what I was getting into. We played as often as my body could handle the damage. I'd be his slave from when I walked in until he told me to leave. The longer we went, the more it seemed he just fit me; like a well worn glove. I just knew that I had to be his; not just his slave, but his property, his thing to own and do with as he pleased. It was months, almost a year, when I told him I needed more than the occasional weekend play date. I wanted to know what it would be like long term."
"What did he say?"
"He said that would only work if I didn't know how long the trial would last. So I told him to pick a time, and I would commit for it. I still don't know how long he picked. I've been...was his ever since."
"Until you wanted to quit," Val said in a soft voice. "He told me a couple of years ago that he would keep you until you quit. I don't think he actually believed you would quit, though, not by then."
"No, I would never quit him. I did leave once, while he was at work. I hadn't been out of the house for an hour before I felt so miserable that I had to come back. He was the center of my life." Susan choked up, her thoughts turning towards a dark future. "I don't know if I can go on without him," she cried.
"You can, Susan, I know you can," Sally answered. "It's what makes us human, that we can, and do, go on after loss. It's not always quick. Sometimes it takes a long time to recover from the death of a loved one. But, you'll laugh at a joke one day, and then feel a little guilty that you enjoyed something without him. Once it happens once though, other times will come, more and more often. Soon, the painful times will be the minority. Through it all, you'll realize that you
have
to go on, for him, not in spite of him."
"I can't see that far. I can barely see tomorrow."
"Which is farther than you could see last week."
Valerie was interrupted by the beeping of her alarm, as it let her know that another week of work had started. She rolled her nude body off the side of the bed, standing free of the covers. She turned back towards the two women left in the bed. "Susan, you're welcome here for as long as you want to stay. If you need anything, just ask. I'm afraid I have to get ready for work. Sally, breakfast, if you will?"
"Of course, Mistress. How many places at the table?"
"Two, plus one for Susan if she's up to it."
Valerie padded her way to the shower and it's extra large capacity dedicated hot water tank. With Sally fixing her breakfast, Val was able to lounge in the hot water, letting it massage her body. Her pussy and breasts ached for a lover's touch, something the weekend hadn't included. As she dried off and fixed her makeup, Val decided that she needed to play with her slave. Both had gone the weekend without any play, let alone sex.
Once she'd dressed, Valerie grabbed a couple of small toys from their bedroom toy box and joined the other two women in the dining room. Sally, not having been told what to wear, was still naked, save for an apron to protect her from the splattering of bacon grease. Susan had put on an oversized t-shirt and a skirt. Susan sat at the table while Sally put the last of breakfast in the center. When Sally turned back to the table from hanging up her apron, she found Valerie toe to toe with her.
Valerie brought her hands up to grab Sally's breasts, forcing her slave and lover against the wall. Their eyes met, each revealing a hunger for what the other had to offer, be it submission or domination. Val's fingers pinched Sally's nipples, eliciting a gasp and moan from the slave. Val leaned in, lips almost brushing Sally's, as she increased the pressure, seemingly intending to squash the tender nubs flat. Sally gasped, her hands clasping her thighs to keep from coming up protectively. The lovers' eyes never left each other, as they reveled in the brief play time they allowed themselves.
Valerie released Sally's nipples only to press her arm against her lover's neck, holding her in place. Sally could see a hint of a toy in that hand while the other went to her cunt, which had lubricated itself in the short time she'd been in pain. She felt Val's fingers pressing something round into her cunt; two round things. Valerie pressed them in as deep as her fingers could reach. Sally recognized the feel and shape of the ben wa balls that now resided inside her. The subtle feelings of the balls moving in her as she went about her day would keep her aroused without providing enough sensation to send her over the top.
Valerie used her now empty hand to grab the back of Sally's neck, forcing her to the table. "Have you been to the toilet slave?"
"Yes, Mistress. I used the upstairs bathroom."
"Good, because you're going to be wearing this all day," Val replied, holding the butt plug for Sally to see. Sally licked her lips at the sight. While not the largest they owned, the one Val had chosen was insidious because it wasn't totally smooth. It was lined with small concave dimples that, while not very big, would over time, make their presence known on Sally's rectal muscles.
Val pushed Sally over the edge of the table and kicked her legs apart. Sally found herself staring into Susan's eyes as the former slave stared at the couple with a mixture of embarrassment and longing. Susan's eyes brimmed with tears as memories rose, unbidden, of her former Master and his pleasure in using her.
As Val pressed the plug into Sally's pussy, Sally realized that her own juices were to be the only lube she would get. At Val's order, Sally reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart, clearing the way for the plug. Val placed the plug against Sally's sphincter and gave one shove, forcing the toy all the way in. Sally cried out at the rough treatment, her ass aching at the passage of the studded intruder. With a hard slap on her butt, Val released her slave to stand while she took her own seat at the table.
"Susan, are you okay?" Valerie asked, noting the unshed tears in her eyes.
Susan sniffed, nodding her head. "Yeah, I was just remembering...Master." She didn't mention her burst of desire for being used by a strong dominant. It still felt too much like betrayal of the man she loved.
"If you ever feel the need to play, just ask. You don't have to be a slave to play."
"I...I will. Thank you," she replied, a small smile gracing her face for the first time in a week.
Val turned to Sally. "As for you, my little slave, those are to stay in until I take them out and you're not to cum without permission."
"Yes, Mistress," came Sally's breathless answer. Valerie picked up on her needs so well these days. She shifted a little as the plug tried to settle in. As she squirmed, the ben wa balls shifted as well, pushing pleasantly against Sally's inner membranes. Her breath came in a rush as pleasure trickled through her body. Her juices were going to coat her inner thighs by the time Val returned home.
Valerie smiled as her own pussy became damp in anticipation of her slave's service later. "It's going to be a long day for both of us," Val thought to herself. Finishing her meal, Valerie stood and embraced her sitting lover from behind. Val's hands caressed Sally's nipples, feeling them harden in response to the familiar touches. As Val pinched them, Susan, sitting to the side, licked her lips without realizing it. Susan's body, unused to going so long without Calvin using it for his pleasure in some way, stirred in an almost unnoticed arousal.
Sally leaned back in her chair, giving her body over to her Mistress' hands. She writhed in her chair as Valerie's skilled fingers brought Sally's nipples to an aching rigidity. Her squirming set the plug and balls embedded in her body to further stimulating her arousal. It wasn't long before Sally's cunt was soaked and her fragrance was competing with the smells of breakfast for domination. Sally started to pant as Val moved one hand down her torso, towards her pussy.
"No cumming, slave," came the whispered reminder as her lover's hand brushed Sally's pussy lips. Each loving touch induced a frantic moan from Sally as she fought to not give into her desire for release. Her entire body tensed to fight off the waves of pleasure threatening to burst forth from the center of her being.
When Val brushed Sally's clit, she cried out, "Please Mistress, I can't hold on."
Valerie pulled her hands away, leaving only her chin resting on her slave's shoulder. Tears flowed down Sally's cheek as she pushed the incipient orgasm down, denying herself the culmination of her pleasure. Watching in desirous fascination, Susan licked her lips unconsciously, recalling similar struggles her Master had put her through. She wouldn't realize until later that she, for the first time, recalled Calvin without the flare of pain she'd come to expect.
"I want you to drive yourself to the brink at least twice while I'm at work. When you do, you
must
stimulate your cunt and clit for at least 15 minutes without stopping. If you cum, I'll punish you tonight. I want each session recorded on the computer for Master to view at his leisure."
