Second Chance
Monday came, and I returned to work. Everybody seemed glad to see me and asked questions about where I went and what I did. Looking back, I could see that the time spent with surfers and sailors turned out much better than the time spent with bikers. There was a lesson to be learned there, I thought.
After work my thoughts turned to George and The Dungeon. Did I really want to go back there? Did I need that much sex to have a good life. Trey and I slept together every night and he made love to me several times, it wasn't earthshaking, but it was lovely, comfortable and enjoyable. I didn't get pounded by his buddies, groped by a gang or fucked until I couldn't stand up. Did I really need all that? I decided that night to find out if I could keep away from that life and be more "normal."
I forgot about The Dungeon and concentrated on my work and taking care of Devona.
We continued to have our meetings and he improved his sexual performance every time we got together. I was proud of him and what he had accomplished with my little bit of help. We made several trips to Radford but no more overnights. I went with him to assist in real estate closings and we came back the same day. Those were long days, with the flight up, the closing and the flight back. He did let me fly the plane more and more and even offered to get me into a private pilot's license program. I thought about it but being alone up there in a small airplane scared me as much as the dark did.
Out of the blue one day several months later George called me.
"Are you ready to behave now?" He asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You were a bad girl and I miss you."
"George, that's rich calling me a bad girl. You take me on vacation and leave me for hours only to return with a bunch of drunk bikers who fuck me until I can't walk. Then you tell me to clean up and wait for you to find some more. I didn't go to the beach to be pimped out like a street whore."
"Would you like to come back?"
"Why?"
"I want you to."
"I don't think I want to return to the club, that wasn't giving me much."
"Would you like to come over to my place again and resume your training?"
"That's a possibility." I stumbled out, not real sure of myself.
"Come over Sunday morning like you used to and let's talk about it."
"Okay George, I can do that. I miss you too, but you really hurt me in Myrtle Beach. That was way above and beyond."
"See you Sunday." He said, and we hung up.
What had I just agreed to? I wondered if maybe this was stupid, but I did miss George, and I did want his big cock again? I wasn't sure about wanting the abuse but deep inside me I wanted some more of "Big George," his big penis.
I thought a lot about George in the days before I went to see him again. I tried to weigh and balance the good and bad things about him and his program. When I boiled it all down the only thing I didn't like was the abuse in Myrtle Beach. The sessions in his apartment were some of the best sex I have ever had from a Dom. I even appreciated his methods of punishment. He hurt me, but he didn't damage me. Myrtle Beach hurt my ego I guess. I can't remember ever being that mad at anybody except maybe Madame's killers. I made up my mind that I would approach my second chance with George with a positive attitude and give it a positive effort.
Sunday arrived, and I stepped of the elevator to an empty room. My brain screamed, TEST!!
This was a test of some kind. I stripped and kneeled by the elevator door, placing my clothes in a neat pile against the wall. I still didn't see anything, so I crawled on all fours to the punishment room and looked around. Nobody was there either. I had to think about what the correct protocol was for this situation. Left alone in the dungeon slaves were to go to their safe place and wait for Master. My safe place had been the blanket here by the door and that was only for a short period. No, I needed to do the right thing.
I crawled to the entrance and sat on my ankles. I parked myself, so I could see anyone approaching the door and I was alert and being patient.
An hour later, my knees were killing me and my back hurt from the kneeling and sitting on my ankles. My rational told me that my time was up, and I should retreat to the elevator, dress and go home.
Just as I started to turn and crawl back to the elevator, I heard footsteps coming from the upstairs bedroom area.
"Rachael, are you there?" George called out as he descended the staircase.
"Yes, Master, I am here by the door."
"Have you been there since the appointed hour?"
"Yes, Master, I was on time."
"Then I am seriously late."
