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It had been over two years since John had first met and Dominated Libby. They had met on the Internet three years ago and maintained a Master/submissive relationship for nearly a year before John moved away to another state. John's wife had been ill with severe dementia and had passed away which was the principle reason for his moving. He had been asked to take a job in another city and since his wife had passed on, he agreed to the move. Libby, being nearly twenty years his junior, in her forties, had decided to return to college to finish her undergraduate work; hence they seemed to just drift apart.
Recently, John had been promoted to regional manager of his company with headquarters in his previous home city and state. As he drove on his way to his new job, he passed the hotel where he and Libby first met and held their first BDSM session. The hotel had several out of the way private chalets and he had retained one for their initial session. Libby lived about an hours drive to the west from the hotel and John equally as far to the east. John had chosen the hotel as their first meeting place because of the relatively short driving distance for each of them and the availability of the private chalets.
Libby had thoroughly enjoyed her first session as John's submissive and they continued meeting for 'training' sessions every two or three weeks. John had kept up his email and Instant Messenger correspondence with Libby for a few months after he left. But soon the nature of their new occupations, Libby in college and he as an executive in his company, caused them to follow different paths. John wondered if Libby had continued her life of submission and decided to try to call her as soon as he had settled in to his new job.
Another month had passed before John finally established himself as Regional Manager and he found himself at the head of a very efficient operation. His management style was to delegate responsibility and authority to his subordinates. This style gave them a stake in their company and also allowed the best people to move upward. His reward was high performance, increased business, high morale in his employees and an opportunity to have more time for him self. Soon his thoughts turned to Libby and how to get in touch with her. He still had her old phone number and he decided to call her.
It was Saturday morning when he picked up the phone and called Libby. The phone rang three times before a familiar voice answered, "Hello."
"Hello, Libby," he responded, "It's John, your old Master," he said with a laugh.
"John? It's been two years since I've heard from you," she said happily. "How are you and what have you been doing?" she asked, obviously pleased that he had called. John told her about Lori's passing and his new job. Libby sympathized with him about Lori and congratulated him on his promotion. They talked about her college studies, how she was doing and about nearly everything that had transpired since they last spoke. Libby told him that she was in the midst of studying for her finals and planned to graduate at the end of this spring term. They spoke for nearly an hour, but the subject of BDSM never came up. The call ended with Libby asking him to call her after graduation, which was taking place in three weeks.
John agreed to call, but was disappointed that Libby had not invited him to her graduation. But most of all he was disappointed that she never brought up the subject of their prior BDSM relationship. Perhaps it was just a fad of the time for her, he thought. Of course it could also be that she had a lot of studying to do for her finals. No matter how he rationalized the situation, he had a feeling of rejection. He hung up the phone and looked about his new house trying to interest him self in furnishing it and making it livable to his liking. When he first bought it, he had looked at the finished basement and wondered if he should convert part of it into a 'Dungeon' to satisfy his BDSM passions, with Libby in mind. Now he wasn't sure what he should do.
Two weeks passed without a word from Libby. She had asked him to call her, but he had hoped she would call first. He was disappointed, to be sure, but he knew in his heart that the next move was up to Libby. He would call her in a week as he had agreed, but decided that he would not bring up the subject of her submission. John decided to look at the status of the flower beds and bushes outside his new home. He changed into a pair of jeans, and went outside to inspect them. His home was nearly a mansion, when compared to the home he previously owned in this town.
The house sat on a very large gated lot with a long drive to get to the entrance and a wrought iron fence all around it. There were six bedrooms, each with a separate bathroom, large living and dining rooms, a study office, huge kitchen, finished basement and a three car garage. Outside there was a swimming pool, hot tub, patio, a small bath house and lots of green area. All that was left to do was to fully furnish the interior. It was everything he and Lori had ever wanted, but now she wasn't there to enjoy it with him.
John saw the mail man place some letters in his box at the gate and decided to walk down the driveway to retrieve them. Most were either junk mail or company letters, but one looked like an invitation without a return address. He opened that one first and was delighted to see that it was an invitation from Libby to her graduation. On the inside envelope she had written, 'For Master John' and had signed it 'Slave Libby'. John's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't forgotten at all. He smiled from ear to ear as he walked back to the house. 'Perhaps,' he thought, 'I should build that Dungeon in my basement after all.' He had a week to do it.
He dialed a friend in the construction business that had also been active in the BDSM lifestyle when he lived here previously. After the greeting and small talk was over, John asked him if it was possible to covert part of his huge finished basement to his private specifications. His friend recognized the 'code words' and said, yes. They decided to meet that afternoon to lay out the plans for the hidden basement Dungeon. An hour later John and his friend were in the basement deciding where everything would be placed. It was agreed that enough would be ready by next Saturday to pass muster for an initial Dungeon. John didn't divulge for whom he was building it, but his friend knew not to ask and that he would eventually be told.
By next Friday evening the initial phase of the Dungeon was completed. An area fifteen feet square had been laid out and soundproofed. Special lighting and dark walls simulated the old stone Dungeons of the Middle Ages. A heavy oak door opened to reveal various 'torture' devices...X-frames, benches, pedestals, stocks, overhead chains, manacles and steel rings strategically placed in walls and on floors. Overhead chains that could be activated remotely hung down from the ten foot high ceiling with removable oak beams that could support several hundred pounds of weight. The walls were covered with an assortment of Implements and Toys such as various whips, crops, restraints, floggers, chains, clamps, gags, blindfolds and a variety of other devices of discomfort, pain and pleasure. Finally, a full bathroom with shower, bath and toilet was completed. It was not finished, but ready enough for what John had in mind for Libby. The rest would be finished later.
Finally, it was graduation day morning for Libby. The ceremony was held in the University field house and lasted for nearly two hours. As students, parents, relatives and friends sought out their graduates, so John sought out Libby. He found her standing near an exit straining her eyes to find John. She turned around and saw him as he walked toward her. She grinned from ear to ear as she waited for him with out stretched arms until they embraced one another. She kissed him briefly then introduced him to some of her fellow students. Most of them thought John was her father, but she told them that John was her friend from long ago.
"Libby, you look wonderful," he told her when they were finally alone. "You are a very lovely lady." Libby smiled and squeezed his hand.
"Thank you, Master John," she whispered into his ear.
"Are you supposed to be at a party or other event after your commencement?" he asked.
