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Subject: Master Wade's Latin Lust

Date: 8 Oct 1995 09:41:38 GMT

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MRWADE.132                                      By Master Wade








                           Latin Lust





                          Chapter Three








     Paul parked his Mazda 626 across the street from the club


under the shade of the big Oaks that were spaced evenly along the


west side of the park.  He loved black cars, but one had to be a


bit more aware of things like shade with them than some of the more


reflective colors.  Lifting his gym bag from the trunk, he jogged


across the street during a lull in the busy afternoon traffic.


     Entering the club, Paul was greeted by one of the owners,


Peggy Stanley, a long-time friend.  Peggy was leaning against the


office wall, her arms crossed under her still-perky breasts, her


tanned legs crossed at the ankles.


     "Well, hello, stranger!", she said, smiling warmly.  "I was


wondering when you were going to hit the fitness trail again, but


frankly, from the looks of you, I'm not sure you need it all that


much."


     "Hello to you, gorgeous.  A man's gotta do what a man's gotta


do, you know.  I need a little toning up, and it has been a while."


     It had been almost a year since Paul had visited the club. 


When Peggy and two of her girlfriends had first opened it, Paul had


been in regular attendance, but then he and Peggy had been more


than friends then, as well.  Actually, they were still more than


friends, and always would be, even though they were no longer


involved.


     Peggy watched Paul as he walked to the dressing rooms,


remembering fondly the intimacy they had shared.  She knew Paul


Medlin better than almost anyone, and she knew, without having to


be told, that his renewed interest in working out had to do with a


woman.  She also knew that there was much more to Paul than most


people realized, even the women who found him most attractive.  As


they had both realized during the time that they were involved,


Paul was a natural dominant sexually, a genuine Master of


submissive women.  He had been reluctant at first to admit his


interests and even some of his tendencies, but Peggy had known such


men before, and it was overwhelmingly obvious to her.  She


encouraged him to explore that side of himself, sharing her own


submissive nature with him, guiding him in his efforts to find his


way, to develop his own style of mastery.


     It didn't happen quickly, but over the space of two or three


years, Paul came to understand himself sexually and to develop an


understanding of submissive women.  What had thrilled him so about


it was that it had seemed then and still seemed now so natural.  He


understood submissive women primarily because he was a dominant


man. The things which excited him, which thrilled him, also


thrilled and excited Peggy.  As he soon came to discover, with some


understandable variations, what excited him also excited almost all


submissive women.  To be effective as a Master, all he really had


to do was to be himself.  The freedom to be so honest with himself


and with his sexual partners was liberating and powerful, and oddly


enough it brought the same kind of feelings to those who submitted


to him.


     Peggy watched him as he worked out on the weight machine,


remembering the many times that she had watched his muscles flexing


in much different surroundings.  There were times when she still


ached to be with him, and she knew that all she had to do was call


and he would be there for her.  But alot had changed for both of


them, and even though the sex would still be wonderful between


them, they both had already been through the hard work of


separation, and neither wanted to have to do it again.


     Peggy walked over to the weight machine and knelt beside Paul


as he continued to work the weights.


     "Who is she, Master?", she whispered.


     Paul paused and turned his head to look at her.  There was no


point in denying it.  Not with Peggy.


     "An associate in the firm.  She's unbelievable, Peggy.  I


don't even know for sure that she will go out with me, but it's all


there, in her eyes, in the way she moves, in the way she talks."


     "How long has it been for you now?"


     "Since I had a slave?  Two years.  It seems longer than that,


but I guess that's all."


     "This girl must be very special, Master.  You turned up your


nose at some exciting women.  I heard some of their stories, you


know."


     "It wasn't like that, Peggy.  I dated some, yes, but I didn't


turn my nose up at anyone.  There just hasn't been anyone who I


could make the connection with, until now.  Until Anna Maria."


     "Anna Maria."  Peggy smiled.  "A latino lawyer slavegirl.  How


old is she, Master?"


     Paul smiled, anticipating Peggy's response to his answer.


"She's 23, and doesn't look a minute older than that."


     Peggy whistled long and slow.  "Twenty-three...whew...does


that make me feel old!  Are you going to bring her by here, let her


work out sometime?  I'm dying to meet this girl, you know."


     "I'll see.  She might enjoy it.  Then again, she might not. 


It's early yet.  But she is going to be good, Peggy.  Really good!"


     "She's a lucky girl."  Peggy paused, reminiscing, then stood.


"I hope it turns out well, Paul.  You deserve it."


     Paul wanted to say something to Peggy about their time


together, and how much he owed her for helping him grow, but she


was gone before he could speak the words.


     "Who is that hunk, Peggy?", one of the college girls who often


worked out at the club asked her, as she turned the corner toward


the office.


     "Paul Medlin.  He's an attorney, and an old friend."


     "He's a doll!", the girl said, barely able to contain herself.


     "Yes, he is that," Peggy replied, looking back at him.  "But


he's taken.  Again."


     Later, feeling refreshed by the exercise and a long shower,


Paul stood at the window of his apartment and looked out at the


Richmond skyline and the play of the setting sun on the waters of


the James.  He sipped his Jack Daniels, feeling the warmth of the


whiskey spread through his body.  His thoughts were of Peggy and of


the two since her who had served him, surrendering themselves to


him completely.  Each of them was special to him, and always would


be.  But as he thought about Anna Maria, he realized that she was


different from the others.  She was different in a way that had


nothing to do at all with her youth, or her ethnic origins.  The


difference was the remarkable combination of things that made her


the unique and beautiful person that she was.


     Briefly, Paul pictured Anna Maria bound, her legs apart, her


chest rising and falling from heavy breathing, but he quickly


turned that image off.  It was too much for now.  He'd just have to


wait and see.


     Sitting at the large table he used for a desk, Paul turned the


computer on and called up his word processor.  Across the top of


the page, he typed: Anna Maria.  He then began listing his


observations of her.  Her tastes in clothing, her daily routine, as


he knew it at this point, anything and everything he knew about


her, or even suspected about her.  Over the days to come the list


would grow longer and more complete, but even now it was surprising


how confidently he could prepare his list.


     When he had exhausted his current state of knowledge, Paul


read over the list of things he knew about her.  He was surprised


to discover that he had been able to list fifteen different dresses


that he had seen Anna Maria wear, describing them with considerable


detail.  She was a size six, he thought.  Certainly no more than a


size eight.  Size five panties, most likely.  Probably a 34C bra,


maybe a B, depending on the brand and style.  He could remember at


least two occasions when he was certain that she had worn a garter


belt, and judging by her excellent tastes, he was confident that


meant she owned at least two of them.  Whether she wore pantyhose


or not, he couldn't be sure, but he would watch that more closely


in the days ahead.


     Tomorrow he would call Dean Franklin at T.C. Williams.  He and


the Dean had graduated from UVA together, and he knew he could find


out all he wanted to know about her years in the law school.  He'd


also make some inquiries about her family, if for no other reason


than to spare her any embarassing questions involving family


skeletons later on.


     Paul looked most forward to finding out all about Anna Maria


from Anna Maria, but he would have to go slowly.  He didn't want


their relationship to interfere with her advancement in the firm,


and they would have to be careful about that.  For his part, he


could retire any time he liked, but Anna Maria had a bright future,


and he would do nothing to rob her of that.


     Just before heading for bed, Paul slid the heavy leather gear


bag out of his closet and went through the items inside it.  He


would look forward to using them again, but once again he forced


himself to avoid thinking about the use of them on Anna Maria.


     He would need to call Maxie, who owned the old warehouse on


River Road, to see if he could still use it as he had so many times


in the past.  The brick walls and heavy beamed ceilings of this old


building which had been used for a tobacco warehouse for over fifty


years were responsible for a large part of its charm.  But it was


the brick building within a building which had served as a


plantation overseer's home and later as the office for the


warehouse, which offered the seclusion and privacy required and so


much appreciated.  If he knew Maxie, the office had gone untouched


since Paul last used it, and it would take only a bit of cleaning


up to make it useable once again.


     Nude between the cool white sheets, and only vaguely aware of


the sounds of the traffic on the street below, Paul's last thought


before he fell asleep was of Anna Maria looking across the table at


him during the firm meeting, her eyes full of promise, and, he


thought, desire.





Continued in MRWADE.133....





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