Author's Note: It is with great pleasure that I now present the final chapter in the story of dominique. her story has been told, and I know she will live on in the hearts of many. Keep an eye out, I will be commencing a new story soon.
Hmmm. i was disoriented when i woke up, not sure of where i was in the almost pitch blackness. i lifted my head slightly and tried to survey my surroundings through sleepy squinted eyes. i realised this was O/our bedroom and Andrew was sleeping peacefully beside me. i wondered how long i had been sleeping. i felt a bit stiff from being on my stomach and i rolled over. Not a good idea! i sharply sucked in my breath through clenched teeth and lifted my shoulders off the bed. Memories of last night came flooding back... Andrew, Paul, kate, and being pushed to my limits and beyond for the first time. Rolling back onto my stomach and waiting for the pain from my lashing to subside, i lay awake, thinking all kinds of things.
The first thing i thought was: i never want to get lashed like that again.
Once the foggy haze began to lift from my brain, i was able to focus my thoughts, and began thinking about what last night had taught me...
i will be more considered in the things that i say to people and will gladly do exactly what is expected of me. Why i even want to deny myself some of the pleasures i receive when i am good, i don't know. But certain things *are* expected of me and as my Master's submissive i will gladly do them, and not begrudgingly. i long to see the pleasure in His eyes that my good behaviour gives Him. Because truthfully, it *is* what drives me. And it *is* why i feel guilty when my behaviour is not as He expects.
i will try to curb the excess thinking i do. Like with Paul. Whatever possessed me to think i could capture the hearts of two Dominant males? my god. One is enough for any red-blooded woman. Two is just downright greedy. The pleasures i receive from Paul should be because they please my Master. Not me. The pleasures i get are secondary.
i tucked my arms up under me with my hands under my chin. In the darkness i watched Andrew sleep. Andrew. my Master. my beloved Master. For i do love Him. i love who He is and how He is. i love all the things He has done for me and the things He will do. i love that in me He saw the makings of someone suited to this Life. i love the rules and the clear cut boundaries. i love that when i please Him, i know it. i know because He smiles His beautiful crooked smile, and He tells me how well i have done. i also love that He cares enough to correct me when i displease Him. Nothing festers. Nothing goes on and on. No snide comments. No secrets. my desire to please Him grows by the day, by the hour and by the minute.
There was just one thing bothering me. i yawned and closed my eyes...
Two nights ago it was...
"I don't give a fuck."
It was hard to get comfortable at first... but eventually i fell back to sleep...
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"dominique..."
I was whispering to her, her face just inches from Mine.
"dominique..."
she was fretting in her sleep.
"dominique... wake up..."
I touched her face gently.
"i don't give a fuck..."
I raised My eyebrows and smiled.
"huh... oh.... oohhh Sir..."
"It's all right."
"Oh Sir... please... "
"shhh... let Me take a look."
I hoisted Myself up into a sitting position beside her. I picked up the light sheet over her and drew it down, folding it at the top of her ass, exposing her back.
I must say I was a little concerned. The almost olive skin of her back was mottled with marks.
"It's alright pet... nothing that won't heal in a day or so."
"i just feel a bit stiff Sir..."
she would be fine. I remembered what a coach of Mine told Me once, "...it's only pain." I don't think he had ever been lashed though. I smiled wryly at the thought.
I touched My fingertips to the places where her perfect skin was untouched by My hand.
What had I done?
dominique stirred like a cat and stretched.
"Mmmm ...Your fingers feel nice, my Master."
I was looking down at the back of her head, and I reached up to draw her hair back over her ear. I leaned down and kissed the edge of that perfect ear, being careful not to touch her back.
"...dominique?" I whispered once more.
"mmmmm yes Master?"
"you were dreaming..."
"i don't remember Sir..."
"you said something..." I changed My mind, "W/we will talk about it later."
"Yes Sir."
"How about I make U/us some breakfast?"
"i would take on an army of heathens for some bacon and eggs Sir!" I could hear the grin in her voice. she would definitely be all right.
"Then bacon and eggs it is. Do you want Me to cover you?"
"Actually, Sir, the cool air feels good."
"Okay pet, stay there. I'll bring it up when it's ready."
"Thank You Sir."
I stood and walked toward the door, turning as I reached it. I looked back at My dominique, laying quietly, arms tucked under her, black hair aglow under a shaft of the morning sun streaking through the window above the bed.
God, she was so much like rachel...
I sighed softly, turned and walked out, making My way to the kitchen...
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i have a tattoo of a scorpion on my ankle. Not very imaginative, considering it is my astrological sign. It was a present i gave myself when i turned eighteen. Something i always wanted. i thought about that tattoo because that is how my back felt. Like i had been tattooed. Forever marked. Forever changed. Sore, and yet pleased. i smiled to myself. i was happy in the strangest way.
i had deserved my punishment. i had received it. i had survived. i could move forward now. A clean slate. A new beginning.
i love my life.
mmmm i could smell bacon and my tummy rumbled. i couldn't eat like this. i had to sit up. i got up to my hands and knees and sat back on my heels, kneeling, looking out the window. It was a beautiful day and the sun was on my face and chest. i had to stretch. i interlocked my fingers behind my head and pulled back my elbows. i slowly arched my back right to its extremity. The tight skin over my shoulder blades slowly stretched, as did the skin at the top of my ass. mmmmmm it was.... God, so weird. It felt really good. i mean, the pain was there. But i had accepted that. And it wasn't THAT bad. It was like i was... exercising the pain. Controlling it. It was strangely invigorating. The images of last night flashed before my eyes. Something had changed.
Usually i would be thinking about how incredible it was, the things i had done, or the things that had been done to me. But not today. Today i was closer to my skin. i was happy with myself.
i felt the warmth of the sun on me. i let my head fall back so the sun was on my neck. my hair dangled down and the ends brushed the top of my ass. i combed my fingers through my hair and tossed it back, shaking my head. As i knelt up straight my hair was drawn gently up my back, and it tickled.
i closed my eyes and reached up, grasping my nipples and pinching them firmly, pulling them out from my body and releasing them.
"Mmmmm..."
my eyes sprung open. "Am i insane?" i thought to myself and giggled. i fell onto the bed in fits of laughter, thoughts of my sore back lost as i laughed at my own folly.
"dominique?"
Ahh!
Andrew stood in the doorway, a silver tray in His hands.
"Um," i giggled as i struggled back up to my knees, facing Him, "yes Sir?"
"Are you alright?"
"my Master, i am better than ever!" i gushed, sitting back on my heels and beaming.
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I like to cook. I enjoy it. It's methodical and satisfying to create a meal. O/one plans, O/one provides O/oneself with everything necessary, and O/one executes. Simple. Clear cut. If only life were so cut and dried. While filling the kitchen and the rest of the house with the aroma of bacon, eggs, tomato and onions, I reminisced.
rachel loved to cook. If I closed My eyes I could almost see her. Hear her. Prancing about the kitchen, singing to herself. Something about her has never left Me. The 'what ifs'. What if that tumour had been discovered, or treated earlier. What if I had noticed something... something sooner... something that might have given her a chance...
rachel would have loved dominique. they could have easily been sisters. Similar temperment. Even a similar look about them, though I had always liked a short brunette. I smiled to Myself. I flipped the bacon and resolved to introduce dominique to the rachel I knew and loved. Maybe it would help to explain a few things.
I wiped My hands on the kitchen towel and walked into the den, pulling a photo album from the shelf. I put it under My arm and turned back to the kitchen. It had been a long time since I had looked at pictures of rachel. I had thought I should stop poring over them. So I did. Then along came dominique. Thanks to her, most of My leisure time had been very well spent for quite some time now.
I opened the album on the kitchen bench while I finished the cooking and started tidying up. The picture I opened to was of rachel on her knees pointing up at Me, into the camera. she was fully clothed in a summer dress. It was the day I told her she would be Mine always. she was smiling and laughing. I sighed and closed the album. "It's time," I thought to Myself.
The experiences dominique and I have shared have been eye opening at the very least. W/we have explored scenes beyond what rachel and I had. she has amused and excited Me like no other I have been tempted by, and she has pleased Me greatly. Not all the time. she is not perfect. Perfection is highly over-rated anyway. Striving for perfection... well... that's different. dominique does strive. her desire to please Me is unquestionable. I just wonder what she is thinking right now.
she is probably feeling very sore and sorry for herself, and for her actions. After breakfast I will tend to her back again. Soothe her. I owe her that. I loaded all the food onto one plate and grabbed a fork and napkin and placed it all on a tray and made My way to the bedroom, with one small detour. I grabbed dominique's collar from the playroom doorknob where Paul had so thoughtfully left it. dominique's whipping had proved too great a distraction, and replacing My collar around dominique's neck took a backseat.
I placed her collar on the tray next to O/our breakfast, pleased I had remembered it. I had tiptoed up the last couple of steps and walked silently across the landing. At the door to the bedroom I stood staring at the sight of dominique in a giggling fit after having been thrashed less that eight hours before.
I wondered for a moment what was so amusing, before I got caught up in her revelry.
"Are you alright?"