My dear readers: This is a prologue, if you will, of how the events of Tristan's birthday party transpired.
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He really didn't know why he did it. He wasn't even sure he was going to get away with it. He wasn't so much worried that Lisa was going to find out, he was worried that this wouldn't turn out the way he desired it to and then, surely, all hell would break loose. Thoughts ran through his head of what she'd do to him if she found out he was behind it all. He envisioned being in her stocks, which she loved to place him in. Past memories of his legs getting weaker the harder she beat him filled his brain and, frightening as it was at the time, he was already very hard thinking about it all. He still couldn't believe that they were actually together. One time at The House changed everything for him but, the second she opened the door, he knew it was her. It had to be. They worked together for so long, so closely and, despite her best efforts to conceal her identity, he was not fooled. It was her hair. He would often sit across from her desk, staring at her gorgeous long brown hair. He fantasized about running his fingers through it...smelling it...burying his face in it and drinking in her lovely scent. ...but it wasn't just her hair, either. It was because he loved her.
Over time, the more power and dominance she exercised over him, there was some part of him that wondered if she'd ever submitted to anyone...if she had ever really experienced all the things that she was putting other people through. True, him and countless other men and women, for that matter, loved what she did to them but, he wondered, could she take it or was she honestly not wired that way? His curiosity increased as time went on and then there was that one day where she took both himself and Elise into her dungeon and tried, in her own special sort of way, to get them to be friends. After that, his thoughts became very serious. Could she take what she dealt out? He was determined to find out. Working for Lisa for the amount of time that he did increased his tenacity and he was going to find out come Hell or high water.
He thought back to just after he agreed to submit to Lisa. He inquired as to how she got the means to be a Domme, professionally. She mentioned a name...Tristan Andrews. After that, he knew he was going to find some way to see if Lisa could take pleasure in the same tortures she subjected others to. If anyone knew the answer, it would be this man, whomever he was. Knowing that he had his own sort of fame, it occurred to Daniel to go through any means possible to find him. He went on the internet and typed in his name and, sure enough, found out everything he needed to know. After that, it was a rampage of phone calls, e-mails and messages. His fervency was fueled by the fact that he wanted to know if Lisa could, essentially, be broken. He had to know. He was obsessed with the fact that, perhaps, he could take control of her without her knowing. He already knew how he wanted it to be done. He just needed Tristan to make it happen and he was sure this was the man to do the job. Lisa trusted Tristan in a professional sense. He was her mentor. She would probably do anything he asked of her and that's what Daniel was trying to find out.
A month went by with no contact from Tristan. Daniel spent his days pacing in front of the telephone willing it to ring but to no avail. It happened, though, on a day when he let his obsession go, that the phone rang while he was folding Lisa's laundry. When he picked up, a woman's voice instantly said "please hold" and bland elevator music flooded his ear. Daniel was the short-tempered type due to his work as assistant to the district attorney...no time for bullshit. He was already very irritated when the elevator music finally came to a halt and a man picked up.
"Is this Daniel Connor?" the man asked.
"Yeah, is this some fuckin' telemarketer thing 'cos I don't have the time or the money, asshole."
"Uh, no...this is Tristan Andrews. Apparently, you've been bombarding my office with telephone calls, leaving messages and, I swear to you, I haven't gotten through half of your emails. So you should make the time to explain yourself."
"Oh my god, Mr. Andrews, I'm so sorry," he replied, worried that he'd upset him. "Um, yeah, I'm really, really sorry about all of that but there's something that I gotta ask you."
"Yes," he said, dryly. "You mentioned Lisa which, I will have you know, is the only reason I even bothered to contact you. What can I do for you?"
"Well, um...can I...meet with you? Or something?"
Tristan sighed heavily on the other end, making his irritation overly obvious. "Mr. Connor, I'm extremely busy. How long is this going to take?"
"I understand, sir. Ten minutes. Coffee?"
"All right. Ten minutes. I will meet you at La Fleur in five minutes. Can you make that?"
"Yes, sir," he said. Five minutes was a near impossibility but he had to make this work. This was the one chance he had been waiting for and he couldn't possibly blow it now.
"Very well," he said and hung up.
Daniel almost threw the phone back down on the receiver as if it had burned his hand all of a sudden. His whole body vibrated...half-shaken, half-stunned. He could definitely see why Tristan and Lisa were such good friends. Daniel didn't really consider himself easily intimidated by anybody but Tristan's intensity over the phone made him feel about two inches tall. Despite how he was feeling, he had no time to spare. He threw on some shoes and flew out the door. La Fleur was a good fifteen minutes away but it was one in the afternoon so there wouldn't be any traffic...he had hoped there wouldn't be, anyway.
No traffic also meant no cops, which was good considering that Daniel found himself going 30 over the speed limit. He found a parking spot and ran in the door of La Fleur while checking his watch. He had made it just in the nick of time. While doing his research on the great Mr. Andrews, he had made sure to check out some pictures so he at least knew who he was looking for and, scanning the room, Daniel found him sitting in the back corner reading a folded-up newspaper. His heart started beating out of control again and he felt his body go numb. He felt his submission growing stronger as he continued to feel very small and insignificant in the presence of someone that meant so much to Lisa. Well, it was now or never...he made his approach.
He slowly walked over to Tristan's table and just stood there looking at him. Tristan, of course, noticed him right away but didn't bother to look up. It was all part of the game. Daniel, not knowing what to do, cleared his throat a little and Tristan looked up at him with a half-smile. "You must be Daniel...you made it on time. Good for you. Sit."
Almost instantly, Daniel plopped down in the chair across from him still giving him a look like he was a puppy waiting for its next command. Tristan stared back at him, very clearly annoyed already. Daniel felt that this wasn't going to go well for him at all.
"Young man, as I recall, you are the one that asked to meet me and made it sound terribly urgent. I told you I'm very busy so can we please make this fast?"
Shaken, Daniel muttered, "Um...yes, sir. Well, I told you that I'm Lisa's friend and..."
Tristan cut him off. "Yes, how is Lisa anyway?"
"She's good. Um...well, truth is...I'm more than just her friend. I'm her...um...sub."
As soon as he said that, Tristan perked up and the dull look in his eyes went away in a flash. "No kidding!" he said, obviously happy about that. "So she's still at it, eh? Oh, good for her...good for you! She's quite skilled, isn't she...little devil. So, what can I do for you?"
