Mrs Harts Ache Ch 08

This is the seventeenth installment of

Mrs. Hart's Ache

Chapter VIII Goddesses are hard to cum by

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Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar.

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This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest girlfriend a few manners while enjoying a few adventures – sexual and otherwise – along the way.

James Mark Masterson.

Just your typical teenager. Smart… sexy… sophisticated… and always horny. With the time and bank to do pretty much what he wants to do.

And to do who he wants to do.

James is putting together his dream team. He needs two more players to fill his roster.

And what a roster it is.

He has his scary muscle…

Now he needs scary finesse.

One lady literally holds the keys to the inquisition to come…

…if only he can convince her.

It shouldn't be a problem, but our hero takes nothing for granted. He's got the right ammunition.

Let's see if he can put it on target.

Happy Reading.

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VIII Goddesses are hard to cum by

"…To get (their) copies of the evidence against Veronica; because of (their) plan to assault Missy; because Summer deserves some recompense for the abuse she suffered at (their) hands…"

Maxine and the gang were on board. I had been fairly confident that they would be. Next it was time to meet with a lady who could be one of the more formidable members of the team. I knew her well. She did not appear frightening to me, but I knew she would scare the shit out of couple of other people. If she joined.

I had the scary muscle; I needed the scary finesse. Marco and Wendy had played at being Dominants. If things worked out, they were going to meet the real thing.

I've mentioned that Gwendolyn and Saundra were both Mistresses. Gwendolyn also works as an Administrator for the City Bureau of Parks and Recreation. My next destination was her office.

I'd called earlier to make an appointment. I didn't go into details, but said that our conversation would involve more of her private persona than her public. I wanted her advice and possibly, to enlist her assistance in a certain project. To say that she was intrigued is an understatement.

I drove downtown to the City Building. It was still early, but traffic was a bitch. I hate driving in town. Parking was no picnic either, particularly on the street. But luck was with me. A guy in a VW bug pulled out right in front of me. I took that to be a good omen. The parking spot was less than a block from Gwendolyn's building.

Time out.

Gwendolyn is a tall, slender woman in her forties. Of French-Canadian ancestry, there's a touch of Native American in the mix. Maybe Irish too: there are those gorgeous emerald green eyes. She has straight black hair, long enough to cover her butt when she wears it down. Her voice is deep for a woman. Almost husky. But that's her natural tone. She can do amazing things with her voice. I've seen a man wilt when she spoke. But she can also give a guy a hard-on with about three words. She has a ready-made vocation if nothing else works out for her. She'd make a mint giving phone sex.

She is fashionably thin, but also nicely curved. She carries herself taller than she is, particularly when wearing thigh-high leather boots with five inch heels. She is 5'8" and maybe 130. Her breasts are small, but nicely shaped. She's a 34B. I know that for sure, because I've seen the entire presentation from close range: as in her riding cowgirl.

In her public life, she is known as a competent mid-level bureaucrat. She's warm and friendly to her co-workers and the staff of that department. She's quiet and a hard worker.

In her private life, she's divorced with a son and a daughter, both enrolled in colleges out of state. Her former husband had a violent streak, in which he indulged one too many times. Her legal counsel is a woman, and one of the best divorce lawyers in the city. The lawyer is also the volunteer counsel for that local chapter of lesbian rights group already mentioned. Though straight herself, she is committed to women's rights. She also has a hard-on for men who beat women.

To make a long, very ugly story short, Gwendolyn ended up with virtually everything in the divorce settlement. They kept the kids out of middle. He bought their house back from her, so they stay with him most of the time when they're in town. She discounted the note to a bank, then used the cash to buy a place of her own.

Gwendolyn lives alone, but for three big dogs, in a cozy three bedroom ranch house. It's sited on about fifty acres of woodlands and fields not far from the city. She has lots of trees, and the east edge of the property borders on the river. She bought the place not long after her divorce. The previous owner had been something of a woodworker. He did a beautiful job on the interior cabinetry, bookshelves and furnishings.

One of the principal reasons Gwendolyn bought that piece of property is the large outbuilding near the house. The former owner used the outbuilding as his workshop and for storing hardwood. When he died, his heirs sold the place as it was. Gwendolyn sold all the tools, and most of the wood. Now calls the outbuilding her studio. It's a bit more than that now. That has to do with Gwendolyn discovering herself.

Gwendolyn changed more than her name and address when she divorced her husband. She changed her way of living. One of the results of her change in lifestyle was that she began to explore her sexuality.

Men friends she found easily. There are lots of guys on the hunt for a beautiful woman that prefers sex with no-strings. She was choosy about her partners, but still managed to find a few decent guys with whom she could go dancing, have dinner, see a movie or even share her bed. Gwendolyn enjoyed her new-found freedom. She had no desire to be tied into a relationship so soon after getting it.

Women friends were different. Gwendolyn had never grown close to any of her neighbors. What few female friends she had were the wives of her husband's friends. When she moved, she left them all behind without a thought.

Neither had she any close friends at work. She isn't a 'people' person, but decided to explore her new world a bit. She started with the only woman she had spent any time with in the last view months of her marriage, her lawyer. Happy to help Gwendolyn adjust to her new life, her lawyer introduced her to a few women friends. One of the women, unbeknownst to the lawyer, was and is heavy into B&D as a top.

Gwendolyn's new friend, Vicki, introduced her to the scene, where her new friend is known as Mistress Victoria.

Something inside blossomed the first time Gwendolyn walked into the club. She had a taste and an aptitude for it that soon made her one of the most popular Mistresses in the city. She found that she could pick out submissives just by watching them and talking to them for a few minutes. She knew their needs and desires without effort.

Time out.

Does any of this sound familiar? Gwendolyn and I discuss our sixth sense frequently.

Time in.

Anyway, I met Gwendolyn as a matter of course when Cassandra introduced me to the club. We quickly became friends. Good friends. Only she and Cassandra know my true age. Everyone else there assumes that I'm in my mid-twenties.

She also met Saundra there. Saundra is a lesbian as well as a Mistress, heavy into S&M. She introduced Gwendolyn to that scene. Gwendolyn prefers B&D. She isn't into pain for its own sake. Don't get me wrong, she is not above handing out appropriate punishments when she feels it necessary. Her discipline is known to be very painful at times.

Where Saundra is a butch dyke and a hardcore Mistress, Gwendolyn is bisexual and likes to step away from her role as Mistress occasionally. She still enjoys straight sex with either a man or a woman.

I don't know that Saundra ever steps out of her role. She loves to tease a male submissive, but never allows more than his tongue to touch her. Usually, but not always, on the toe of her boot. Every so often, She'll let a guy taste her pretty. But she has to be in the right mood, and he had to have a very good boy to be given such a treat. She drives some guys nuts that way. They pay handsomely for the pleasure.

Gwendolyn on the other hand, will sometimes reward her male submissives while taking her pleasure with their bodies. Though she is definitely in control when she indulges. She had had more than enough of the Missionary Position, in and out of bed, when she was married. Now, when she's in her role as Mistress, she's on top or it does not happen. Period.

Time in.

Before her divorce and lifestyle conversion, Gwendolyn had been known around her office as 'Gwen' Greenfield. As part of the proceedings, she took her maiden name again. Her coworkers easily made the change to Ms. Maîtresse. After having worked with her for a number of years though, it was impossible to get them to use her full first name despite her preferences.

I asked for Gwendolyn Maîtresse at the front desk – security in government buildings is a pain in the ass now – but she was coming out of the elevator as I gave the guard her name. He glanced into my laptop, then waved me through. While we went up to her office, our conversation was innocuous. Once her door closed though, she was eager to hear.

I let the laptop do most of my explaining. Her eyes began to gleam as she watched silently. The scene starring the two villains, and that featuring Marco and Wendy played out before she spoke again. Her first words were, "I presume you mean to punish these crêtins. How may I assist?"

It was that easy. Like I said, in many ways, Gwendolyn and I are simpatico.

I spent an hour or so laying out the operations. Then we spent another hour going over everything. She had a couple of good suggestions, which we incorporated into the plans.

Most importantly, she offered her facilities for my use. I had been counting on that offer too.

Time out

That's where Gwendolyn's studio comes into the picture. The outbuilding has three levels: a loft in which hardwood was once stored. The main floor, half of which is open while the other half is divided into a full bathroom with a shower, and an enclosed room that was designed as a paint room, now used for storage. Then there is the basement, or as Gwendolyn prefers, her dungeon.

The dungeon is deep. The beams of the ceiling are twelve feet above the rough slate floor. The walls are stone. There's an open shower in one corner, and a toilet with a curtain in the other. Very primitive.

Since she purchased the place, a few additions have been made. There are now four individual soundproof cells which are fitted with heavy steel reinforced doors.

The walls of the cells are stone, matching exactly the stone of the foundation. Each cell has a single light which is recessed in the ceiling and covered with a sheet of unbreakable plastic. There are no windows, though she has had cameras installed, aimed so that all areas of each cell are visible. There are no other furnishings in any of the cells. If the person being confined is on his or her best behavior, Mistress Gwendolyn has been known to provide a thin pad to spread on the cold stone floor.

The place is dark and dingy on purpose. The paint scheme on the walls and floors make it look filthy. Scattered here and there in strategic spots are droplets of red paint. Some are dark, some are bright red. It sounds corny, but under the right conditions, the sight can be downright scary.

A separate room takes up one corner of the dungeon. The room has gleaming white tile walls and floor. An examination table complete with stirrups, a stainless steel autopsy table and a dentist's chair with operating drill are fastened to the floor. Each is equipped with wide leather straps used to restrain a reluctant patient.

Gwendolyn keeps the dungeon as clean as on operating room. Or rather, a couple of her subs do. Their kink is to dress up as French maids. So she provides the costumes and they spend an afternoon each week cleaning and disinfecting the place.

The sight of two overweight men dressed in a frilly maid's outfits, tottering around in four inch heels is one that I will go far out of my way to avoid. But as they say, different strokes.

She wipes everything down after each scene, but the two subs do the thorough cleaning under her direction. Any of the implements used in a particular scene are cleaned and disinfected before being used again too.

There are also the standard accoutrements to be found in any medieval dungeon: a rack, stocks of various designs, a padded vaulting horse and a St. Andrew's cross made of thick wooden posts which had been bolted to one wall. There's another, more lightly constructed cross, on casters. There are heavy steel hooks fastened in the massive ceiling joists. Bars and chains with cuffs dangle here and there. A blacksmith's forge takes up one corner. The chimney angles to the wall where it joins to that of the fireplace in the Living Room above. Fire blackened branding irons along with smith's tools hang from pegs on the wall nearby.

Questioners of the Spanish Inquisition would have been very much at home in Gwendolyn's dungeon.

One entire wall is lined with rows of hooks, from which hang every type of whip, flogger, crop, cane or paddle you can imagine. Twenty feet of kinky fun. There are cabinets filled with various dildoes, from little pocket rockets to a couple the size of a donkey's dick with handles. Butt plugs and strap-on harnesses of varying sizes fill one shelf. Nipple clamps, clit clips and clothes pins of various kinds and sizes fill another. Ball-stretchers and cock cages fill a fourth. Various gags, head harnesses, masks and blindfolds are stored in another cabinet or on hooks nearby.

There's also a large closet full of costumes, most of leather and latex, with a smaller mix of silk, satin and lace. All in all, it's as complete a collection of implements of discipline as can be found anywhere.

We needed a place that we could control completely. Gwendolyn's place is perfect. Using the townhouse was too dangerous. After all, the bad guys and I had both bugged the place. Who knew what other recording devices were installed there? It made me wonder if Veronica herself had made recordings of her assignations.

Time in.

After everything was clear to our satisfaction, Gwendolyn made a few telephone calls, clearing her calendar for the next ten days. She notified Personnel that she would be out of the office on vacation until Monday-a-week. Then she cleared her extracurricular calendar using a cell phone she keeps for her private persona.

One gentleman was very disappointed. Gwendolyn had to be sharp with him. She promised him a thorough thrashing with her riding crop the next time she saw him. I think the threat made him cum. Like I said, she has a helluva voice.

She also called Saundra, who I had spoken to earlier in the day. Her eyes twinkled as she told Saundra that she really wanted to be in on my plans. Gwendolyn advised her to cancel or defer her appointments for the next ten days, as I was going to keep her busy. She didn't go into details, but gave Saundra the meeting time and offered to pick her up on the way. Saundra declined the offer, but by the time Gwendolyn ended the conversation, Saundra was halfway committed.

When she hung up, we just sat there looking at each other for a few minutes. We were both doing the same thing: running everything over in our minds, wondering what we could have forgotten. Finally our eyes focussed again. She smiled and said, "As a lady once said, "

…Que sera, sera…

".

By that time, it was nearing four in the afternoon. She had a couple of things to finish, but planned to leave within twenty minutes or so. I used my cell phone to call in a big takeout order of Chinese. Then I called Maxine and told her the change of plans. I gave her directions to Gwendolyn's place, and told her that I'd provide dinner and the beer.

On the way out to the car I called Mom and told her that I wouldn't be home that night. We exchanged the latest news, and she reminded me to bring Missy over for dinner before she left for Italy. Then she blew me a kiss, told me to be careful – which is her standard salutation to me – then rang off. I love my Mom. She is so cool.

The last thing I did before driving over to Cassandra's shop was stop by FedEx to drop off an Overnight Envelope. Inside was one of the DVD's and a text message that Gwendolyn and I had composed, then run off on her laser printer. Of course we both were quite careful handling everything.

I paid extra to have it delivered to the magazine by 8 AM. The addressee was Wendy Jean Sanders.

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Index of Terms

B&D

– Bondage and Discipline; a B&D relationship includes at least one person as a 'top' who enjoys dominating and/or securing (with ropes, chains, leather straps, saran wrap, etc.) and/or using various implements of discipline (whips, canes, belts, paddles, crops etc). The person or persons who enjoy being submissive, secured and disciplined are known as 'bottoms'.

butch

– a lesbian displaying aggressively male characteristics; see bull dyke; a butch may play the part without necessarily looking the part: she may be the girl next door.

cowgirl (riding)

– a sexual position with the woman kneeling upright over her partner as though riding a horse.

dom

– short for Dominant; a Master or Mistress; see 'Dominant'.

Dominant

– a Master or Mistress; see 'dom'.

hard-on

– erection.

Master

– a male who is dominant in a dominant/submissive relationship; see 'Mistress'.

Mistress

– a female who is dominant in a dominant/submissive relationship; see 'Master'.

Que sera, sera

– Spanish: 'What will be, will be'; a song made popular by Doris Day in 1956.

S&M

– Sadism & Masochism; an S&M relationship includes at least one person as a 'top' who enjoys inflicting pain – the Sadist – and one person as a 'bottom' – the Mashochist – who enjoys receiving pain.

sub

– see 'submissive'.

submissive

– a person who attains sexual gratification by submitting to the demands of another; see 'sub'.

top

– the dominant person in an S&M or B&D relationship; female Dominants are often known as 'Mistresses'; male dominants are often known as 'Masters'.