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CHAPTER TWO
KAREN'S SUBMISSION
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When I got back to my apartment, Lisa was waiting for me there. She leapt from her chair and gave me a hug and kiss that attempted to devour me as I entered the door. I pried her off me and she jumped up and down, giggling with excitement.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she squealed, "You should have heard Karen when she finally woke up! Oh jeez Ty, she was gushing!" Lisa was a bundle of energy, going over to the cabinet and pulling out a bottle of wine and pouring us each a glass. "I mean, she was positively in lust with you!"
Karen kissed me and handed me my wineglass before continuing. "She's really taken by that dominance thing now! We spent all day shopping for leather clothing and skirts, high heels and, God, the nasty underwear! She must have spent five grand! Anyway, she wants it again! We're throwing a party a week from next Saturday night! It will be all of our friends, so she won't know any of them. I've told them that the theme will be 'The Theatre of the Absurd.' It will be a costume party. Everyone will come dressed as sexily as possible. Karen agreed to let us hold it at her place and that I was to bring Mr. Fantasy with me!"
"So, what will we do? If I come dressed as Mr. Fantasy, she will know who he is and the image will be ruined."
"Well, we could arrange it so that you are conveniently ‘out of town’ that weekend," Karen purred. “She will expect that because she doesn’t think you would ‘approve’ of such activity.”
"Hmmm, well..." I pondered. Karen knew how to convince me. She rubbed up against me like a cat and kissed me like a whore until I gave in. Actually, I had some rather devious ideas that I was now pondering.
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SATURDAY
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Most of the people that Lisa invited to the party were friends of hers from her wilder days, so I knew that this was going to be a feral, open event. It also helped my ego that I ended up with orders for more than thirty outfits from Bryant’s friends, most of whom paid in cash. I now had more than enough money to buy not only the store from Old Man Rubin, but the building as well. Bryant advised me to keep a low profile with the cash and agreed to float me a "loan" to take over the business. I went to his club a few more times and spoke to some of the members there. One lady listened to my story about my future sister-in-law and introduced me to a gentleman she knew. I snickered to myself after the meeting because Karen was in for one big surprise at the party!
I finished my costume and added a hawk’s bill and feathered wings to it to make it look more menacing and predetory. Karen and Lisa had been working all week long on the party and it was suggested that I show up around 5 pm. I drove my new van right into their garage. Lisa ran out to meet me and was surprised at my appearance because it was so radically different from when she had originally seen it. Black, polished leather criss-crossed and striped the silver mesh covering most of my body. Spikes protruded from my elbows, wrists, neck-piece and chest. She was even more amazed when another rental truck pulled up behind me and two brawny guys got out, opened the back and began to unload something.
"Ty, what on earth is that!" she whispered fiercely.
I pulled her to me for a kiss, my spikes digging menacingly into her ample breasts. "It's a present for Karen." I said, kissing her and continuing in a more menacing tone, "And from now on, my name is 'Daneth Trantor,' understand?"
"Daneth?" she giggled.
I gave her another surprise of the costume; I had enclosed spring-loaded talons on the fingertips of my gloves. I pulled her hair back and grabbed a breast with one of the taloned hands.
"Perhaps for you, it will be 'Master' for the balance of the evening." Lisa hesitated for a moment, never having acted out this particular fantasy in front of strangers before. She eyed them as the silently struggled with the large, wooden monstrosity that emerged from the back of the truck. She closed her eyes when I pinched a nipple and, after a moment, whispered, "Yes, Master."
"Go!" I ordered her, knowing that she would now be struggling with both the need to prepare for the party and the other need between her legs.
I had the two guys carry the wooden object out to the spot were just less than two weeks ago I had taken both of the women in my life in a pleasurably violent manner. I instructed them as to how I wanted the device located and they began to assemble it, pounding stakes deep into the ground and bolting the large 8x8 boards together. Karen came out after awhile to satisfy her curiosity. She was smoking a joint and carrying her drink comprised of some ungodly expensive scotch, awash in an upper-crust, name-brand soda water.
"Well, Mr. Fantasy," cooed Karen, "I understand you've brought me a present!"
"Yes," I smiled, "Several, in fact."
"I see!" she said, drooling over the muscle-bound hunks that were glistening with sweat as they worked.
"I think not!" I replied mysteriously. "Are you done with your preparations?"
"But, of course!" she said, striking a pose with hands in air, palms up-ended and a knee demurely thrust forward. "I understand I should call you Daneth? Like my new outfit?"
She wore a white silk blouse that set off her dark hair and tanned skin, a short, tight brown leather skirt with a wide belt that drooped in a vee and pointed at her crotch. Her legs were encased in stockings that made them shimmer. Her hair, held back by a white silk band, made her look younger, almost school-girlish.
"You may call me Daneth for now,” I told her, “Later, it may be something different!” That elicited a giggle from her, so I changed tact.
“You're beautiful tonight!" I said, admiringly. She was, too!
