When the Professor knocked on the door, Nathan was the one to let him in. The Professor raised an eyebrow. "This place is turning into a college dorm. It smells like a brothel in here."
Cassy giggled from her bed. Nathan shrugged, "Don't blame me. She enticed me up here and raped me. You don't know how grateful I am that you are here. God only knows what other depraved demands she had in mind for me. But now that you are here, I must thank you for your timely rescue. I must take my leave. I leave her here to face your consequences for her misbehavior." Cassy shrieked and dived under the covers.
"I am totally losing control of this place. Go on Nathan, Cassy and I have some talking to do and she needs to get her sleep."
Cassy peaked out from under the covers and watched her Master smile and gently touch the Professor's shoulder in a tentative gesture of affection. He called, "Good night little one. This was a good talk. I am glad we had it." He turned and was out the door before she could reply.
Cassy pulled the covers off from over her head. "Did we do something wrong by sneaking up here to be together?" She obediently swallowed down the sleeping pill.
"Not at all. It is a good thing that you two are so hot for each other right now. The sex will help keep the feeling of closeness as you guys negotiate how your life will be together now."
"Negotiate?"
"You don't think that things are going to go back to being exactly the same do you?"
"No I guess not. I just never thought I would have much say about how it was going to be."
"Cassy, the life you had with Nathan was too similar to the life you had when your parents abused you. That is why you were disassociating so much. The enforced silence, the complete dependence on another stronger person, fear of death, pain, powerlessness; all these need to be evaluated and decisions made. Why are they important? Can you get the same results in a way that is satisfying without reenacting your past abuses? If you are part of these decisions, if you understand you have the right and power to have some control in this, it will go a long way towards keeping you here with us and keeping Nathan."
"He has to have control. I need that as much as he does."
"Then ask for that. Personally I think the no talking thing, the absolute silence thing is what was worst for you. That and him trying to kill you now and then."
"He wasn't trying to kill me. He was testing me."
"It felt like death at the time though. Didn't it?"
Cassy had to nod, but she still felt a huge irrational need to defend her Master. "I would die for him if he wanted. I love him." Her voice as soft.
"Perhaps, but that is crazy Cassy. Death is the antithesis of love. Life is love."
It was getting harder and harder to stay awake. "OK if you say so. I am going to sleep now. Please fill my head up with all the right answers." Cassy did not even flinch when he swatted her butt hard. She just made a soft purring sound.
Cassy woke early again. This going to sleep at 11:00 on the dot was turning her into an early riser. After a quick shower she pulled on her sweats and logged onto her computer.
The Professor had posted her Master's reply.
Cassy, little one, pretty slut,
You weren't the only one having fun. Your responsiveness, your obvious delight in all that we did together was so erotic. The knowledge that I was the source of your ecstasy gave me a sense of power matching and exceeding those of elaborate tests.
Not to mention I felt like the top of my head was going to blow off, I came so hard in you. You are one hot fuck, pretty slut.
I am very aware that things cannot be the same. When you come home it would be unreasonable and crazy to go back and make all the same mistakes all over again. I am just as nervous and unsure about how things will be, but I trust the Professor when he assures me that growth and change are good. It certainly has felt good so far, all except the being apart from you.
I cannot promise that I will be perfect at this. I have always been and probably will always be a control freak. I will probably still have my dark pissy moods. I will probably demand you prove to me your love and commitment during the times I doubt myself. I hope you will be able to put up with me.
The Professor has spoken to me at length about how I have kept you to isolated and that you are too young to be locked up in my house for the rest of your life. He is very adamant on that point. He says it has to be your decision what you want to do but my job is to tell you that what ever you decide I will support you. This is not easy for me. I hate every second you are away from me.
Now is the time when the Professor tells me to stop worrying so much about me and start thinking about you. He has such an infuriating habit of reminding me of how much of a selfish bastard I have been. OK deep breath. What ever you want little one, we will make it happen. Your happiness is as important as mine is.
Be good and I will see you this weekend, if not sooner. You are not the only horny one.
I love you. Nathan, your lover, your Master.
Cassy sat and looked at the letter for a long time. Her first impulse was to rush to answer, to reassure him that she did not want to be gone from him for a second. Yet she felt a sense of exhilaration at the opened door. Suddenly so much seemed possible. She had a thought. She wanted a car. She wanted to learn to drive. Just the thought of a car she could use anytime was intoxicating.
Cassy looked at the time and grinned, time to run. She loved to run. "I ought to run a marathon." She turned the thought over in her head as she headed down to the tread mill. Why not. Suddenly everything was possible. As she warmed up, stretching before running, she wondered if the Professor was the one putting these ideas into her head. If so he was a genius.
She was still in a giddy mood when she got down to breakfast. She sneaked up behind Momma and wrapped her arms around her. She giggled as the rotund woman jumps and yelled. "Good morning Momma. I am starving."
"You bad girl. What has gotten into you?"
"I think the Professor calls it piss and vinegar. I call it happy, silly, delirious happiness."
"I told you that the Professor is a miracle worker."