A brief note to my readers regarding Chapter 5;
I have been receiving numerous e-mails from my readers these past months requesting that I expand upon Mary's background and early years with Matthew and I thank them for their interest.
I have also received a few e-mails requesting to know a bit more about Matthew's and Chastity's early years before I move on to Chastity's introduction at the gathering of the Community in Chapter 7.
I hope to satisfy these readers' curiosity about Mary, Matthew and Chastity's in this Chapter and more in Chapter 6 where I will attempt to bind their past experiences in perspective to their current relationship. Yes, Chapter 5 is admittedly long for many.
Chapter 7 will describe Chastity's weekend on display with her Master and the following Chapters will be mostly about them.
For those readers who e-mailed me to go right to the Community Gathering, I request your patience.
Sincerely,
beagle
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December 2013
It was bitterly cold on this February 3rd morning. It was much too cold for butterflies....or so I thought as I walked outside bundled up warm and toasty in my soft and luxurious knee length cashmere coat that was lined with red silk, including the voluminous hood; my birthday gift from Matthew.
I was also wearing a red cashmere hat, scarf and mittens. They were a nice splash of color to the creamy white of my coat. These were not the only gifts from him....the most precious gift of that birthday can't be seen when I'm wearing it.
Matthew was waiting outside in the Land Rover with the engine running. He went outside first to scrape the ice from the windows and brush off the snow and get it warm for me.
It was a typical Western New York winter day with high winds and lake effect blowing and drifting snow.
Matthew had returned from a weekend drill the night before. I spent Saturday at the spa and fitness center with Mary, exercising and getting pampered with massages and facials from top to bottom, including a pedicure. I spent Sunday sketching and painting or just lounging around and listening to music.
I have plenty of time to look my best for Matthew; frumpy and disheveled is not tolerated and may result in a spanking with my wood ruler.
There is little mundane housework for me to do. I no longer have to clean an entire house by myself or do yard work; Matthew does most of the yard work for exercise.
I no longer have to come home from work and clean house while my ex-husband doesn't lift a finger to help; not even when he was laid off or in between jobs.
Matthew has a cleaning service come three times a week while we are at work. We share the basic picking up after ourselves.
Although we prepare our meals and cook together, I do the dishes alone. There is just the two of us most of the time unless we have people over for a gourmet repast.
I was given instructions to be in bed waiting for him when he returned on Sunday night. My hair was fixed in a three strand side braid and tied with a green ribbon.
Matthew came home very late, the bad weather and road conditions holding him up and he was exhausted. We didn't make love that night. I fell asleep waiting and he was considerate and didn't wake me.
I'm certain he kissed my cheek and sighed contentedly after he covered me with my quilt. Matthew does this often when I'm sleeping or he thinks I'm sleeping and I think it's adorable.
He had a hot shower upon returning home and poured himself a brandy before coming to bed.....kissing my cheek tenderly before falling asleep.....he loves me.
Matthew woke me up earlier than usual the next morning serving me breakfast in bed. Black tea with a drizzle of honey exactly the way I like it; a soft boiled egg, an oatmeal bran muffin and a banana; he makes the perfect soft boiled egg.
He was already shaved and dressed before I ate my breakfast which meant he ate his already. Breakfast in bed is something he enjoys doing for me from time to time.
It is something I do for him every Sunday morning. I serve him steak, eggs and home fries with his strong black coffee.
We arrived at work well before everyone else to get ready for the mandatory morning 15 minute meeting with his staff to make sure everyone is at work on time and up to speed.
After the mandatory meeting, I brought Matthew his steaming hot black coffee as usual. He took a sip before he informed me...he was smiling as he took his second sip of coffee studying my reaction to the good news.
Matthew casually mentioned I will be attending my first gathering in the 1000 Islands on the Communities' private club built for this purpose in 1929.
In the dead of winter on this cold morning I experienced butterflies in my stomach at the thought of being put naked on display in front of strangers.
Although poker-faced, Matthew's green eyes told he was amused at my reaction for he reads me so well; as I know him so well....his intense green eyes tell me he loves me and his actions speak louder than words.
My Master pointed to the floor next to his chair and I knelt next to him with my wrists crossed behind me as he sipped his hot coffee until his mug was empty.
"You'll do fine, Chastity" Matthew assured me, putting his mug down and smiling "I've made arrangements to have select pieces of your artwork on display in the billiard room while you will be on display at my side.
The Community is not all about drunken debauchery or kinky anything goes orgies. Yes, many members will participate in them in private. You will not for I will not share you with anyone.
You will be collared of course. You will be naked for a time. You will dress appropriately and tastefully for the formal Saturday night dinner regardless how the other women are displayed."
Masters have much latitude in their submissive women's appearance. Unfortunately a few Masters are not refined or tasteful in this regard.
There will be music and dancing in the red ballroom. Most of them will be slow dances or Waltzes at my reserved request. We definitely will attend this delightful endeavor. Janet will be playing in a string quartet with other submissive women."
Matthew touched my face "Close and lock the door please."
I immediately complied not wanting to be spanked with my ruler. Not that Matthew does that often, only to correct or to get me to focus.
I again knelt at his feet as before when he asked "Did you pleasure yourself while I was away? I gave you permission."
"Yes, Master, on Saturday morning; I missed you."
"Describe it to me, pretty slut" Matthew ordered quietly as he started to remove the hairpins from my braided chignon.
"Yes, Master; I awoke in the morning pleasantly aroused and hugging a pillow....thinking of you and your hard cock inside of me.
I noticed the bottom sheet was wet from the nectar of my arousal and my nipples were hard and sensitive where they pressed up against it.
My glorious pussy is now forever sensuously hairless and smooth to expose the flower of my sex to your lips and tongue."
"Well said and I approve, please continue."
"I love my pussy this way Master, and especially when I stand in front of the full length mirror to admire my pussy jewelry."
I will pause to say that at this point my thick and silky honey blonde hair was completely down and loose for my Master's fingers to explore.
In another two years of careful trims my hair will be waist length. Mary and I help each other to keep our hair in top condition including our weekly hot oil conditioning routine.
We use a coconut oil, tea tree oil, thyme oil and Rosemary oil mixture. This is Mary's secret recipe and the results are fabulous.
My long honey blonde hair is my Master's mandate and my submission. The most wonderful thing is I submit to him of my own free will.
Mary warned me Matthew may cut our hair as brutally or ridiculously short or change the color if we disobey him.
This subject came up on Saturday when we were discussing the written and unwritten mandates of the Community.
Mary told me Matthew did this once to a particularly difficult woman that he was training for another man.
Mary said Matthew was quite physical with this woman at first using his belt when she was foolish enough to try and fight him....she gave him a black eye.
After a trip to the salon, Anne's long strawberry blonde hair was reduced to a little girl's mushroom cap haircut. Anne Abernathy is a corporate attorney.
Mary told me Anne kept that haircut for almost a year; it was deliberately inappropriate for her professional image until her Master allowed her to grow it long again.
Long hair is the norm for most women of the Community. According to Mary, a disobedient woman's long hair is sometimes publically cut short. A submissive woman's well cared for long hair affords her a certain status and admiration among most Masters in the Community.
If the mentioned submissive women are particularly disobedient; their heads may be completely shaved bald at a gathering to shame and humiliate them as an example to the others.
They will submit to their punishment or they must leave the Community contingent upon being found guilty at their hearing, while the Enforcers see to it that the hearing is fair.
Mary says that the hearings are fair because abusive or lying dominants-Masters will be forced to leave if found guilty. It is a system that works.
Approximately 10 years ago Mary admitted to misbehaving badly, omitting what she did, conceding she deserved her punishment.
