From tuegate.tue.nl!news.nic.surfnet.nl!sun4nl!EU.net!howland.reston.ans.net!swiss.ans.net!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail Tue Dec 20 12:48:56 1994 Path: tuegate.tue.nl!news.nic.surfnet.nl!sun4nl!EU.net!howland.reston.ans.net!swiss.ans.net!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: andreasman@aol.com (AndreasMan) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Housekeeper - Part 2 of 6 Date: 15 Dec 1994 19:45:14 -0500 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 205 Sender: news@newsbf01.news.aol.com Message-ID: <3cqnuq$919@newsbf01.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf01.news.aol.com The Housekeeper by Andreas Mann Part 2 of 6 I had just fallen asleep when the telephone rang. I picked up and heard her small, soft voice on the other end. "Hello, Mr Mann, er I mean Andreas... I'm sorry to call you so late, but I really felt I had to apologise for blowing up at you," she said quietly. "That's okay." "I'm sorry to be calling you so late. It's not your fault. You just touched a raw spot in me. I'm sorry for shouting at you." "That's alright, Gina," I said. "Do you think I could come over and talk to you?" she asked. I looked at the clock. It was late. But her voice was so sweet once more that I couldn't say no. "Okay, Gina, come over," I said. I put my black jeans and sweater back on, wondering if I had made the right decision. What was I letting myself in for? Yet I somehow felt that Gina was already a part of my life. As if this misunderstanding were just a prelude to getting to know her better. Something seemed to be pulling us together and though it felt for the most part comfortable, there was an edge of uncertainty that brought an excitement to it all. She looked like a little girl through the glass of the front door, her head bowed in the pale light waiting for me to admit her. She raised her head nervously when she heard the lock turning and looked from side to side and then down again. I imagined an embarassed blush passing onto her cheeks. I was right. "Er, hello, Mr Mann. Er, I mean, Andreas..." "Come in, Gina." We settled in the front room. The music was playing again. I offered her a hot tea. When I came back she was sitting on the floor. She said she felt more comfortable there and asked if I minded. I told her she was welcome and gave her a cushion, then took my seat on the couch. "I want to apologize," she began in a shaky voice. "I didn't mean to be like that, and I'm sorry if I offended you." "That's alright, Gina. Go on..." I could hear the softness and openness in her voice and it was very appealing and touching. "I'm not used to meeting people like you. I reacted like that because I wasn't sure I could trust you. You see, I've been let down many times, and I'm really afraid of being let down again." She sipped her tea. "Most of the people I work for ask me questions but they don't really care what the answers are. They don't get close or personal. But when you started asking me about my wristbands, I just got scared... You're the first person who has asked me about them like that." "I didn't mean to scare you," I said. "I just thought we might have something in common." She smiled painfully: "And then, when you invited me to discuss it openly... well, I just got scared. Do you mind if I tell you now?" "No. I'd be happy for it. Please go ahead..." I said. "Well," she paused and looked at me, "I've been into the SM scene for about six months..." She paused again to see my reaction. I looked at her without amazement and with some kindness. I was enjoying her confession. She was about to bare her soul and it touched me deeply. Very few people dare to go so far. "Well, I think you should tell me everything. I want to hear it all," I smiled and looked into her eyes. She moved on her cushion and relaxed: "It all happened last summer. Somehow I found myself meeting people in the scene and they began talking to me about it, and I found myself drawn more and more. I met a guy who told me he was a master. I liked him. He tied me up and whipped me and made me feel things I never thoguht I'd feel. I fell into it. Got lost in it. Being submissive really satisfied me more than anything had before in my life... He had me buy some things, a collar and cuffs, a blindfold and a gag. I saw him almost everyday and he used them, and taught me how to serve as his slave," she smiled nervously and glanced at me, then continued. "Just when I was falling for him, just when I was beginning to trust him, he ended it. Told me he had another slave he wanted to get involved with!" Her voice grew angry and hurt. "Go on," I said calmly. "You're here now." She looked up at me. Her face was flushed and there were tears in her eyes. As I listened to her confession I saw how beautiful and vulnerable and open she was. I began to want her. I began to feel for her, wanted to go over and put my arm around her and let her cry on my shoulder. But it was too soon and would only spoil her catharsis. She needed this cleansing more than sympathy. She had a lot of pain to get out. "Well, after that I didn't know what to do. I was very hurt . And I thought that was the end of my submission. Then once more a series of chance meetings lead me to another guy, and he took over my training. And I wanted him to. I really wanted the security. I wanted to please him. To do everything he wanted me to," she said. "How was he different?" I asked. "Well, for one thing, he talked me into going to The Vault with him. Do you know The Vault, up in New York?" "Yes, I've been there a few times. A great place!" "Yea, I liked it too. So funky and wild. Anyway, he took me there my first time. I was quite shy and I didn't agree to do anything until we'd been there for an hour or so. Then he had me strip and put me in my collar and cuffs and lead me on a leash through the place to the center, you know, where they have the whipping posts and the chains... And he chained me up and beat me and brushed me with a piece of fur. I got lost in it, listening to his voice and feeling the cut of his whip and strap..." she paused. "Go on," I said. Tears came to her eyes again: "Well, we had a great time, I thought. He had told me that he was married but that it was an open marriage. The next day he called me and told me that things weren't going well between them and that she was insisting that he stop seeing me. I'm not sure if it was the truth or just an excuse. I began to feel that there was something wrong me. Was I too demanding?" "Did you make demands?" I asked. "I don't think so. I did expect him to discipline me," she blushed again. "I need discipline, you know?" "Yes, I'm beginning to," I replied. "Anyway, go on with your story." "Well, it took me a long time to get over it. And again I thought being submissive and in the scene was over. I didn't go looking for it. But then I bumped into a couple who really did a number on me," she said changing position on her cushion nervously. "Hmmm," I asked. "I went to their house to babysit their two kids and right from the beginnning I began picking up hints from them. They were both pretty dom. For one thing, they both liked dressing in black and silver. And one or the other would drop hints, say things, you know. Well, the second evening when they came home they invited me to have a tea with them. The husband asked about my wristbands and began teasing me about needing discipline. He was very good looking. Had light blue piercing eyes. When he spoke it was always full of suggestion. It disturbed me. I began to fall not just for him, but for both of them! She was dark and beautiful and had a sharp tongue. Sometimes she would order me around and drop hints that she knew what I needed." "Hmm. Are you bisexual?" I asked. "I don't know. Yes, I think I might be. Anyway, they offered me tea and went on to pry into my private life. They said that they were into the scene and that they were looking for a slave. They conducted the whole thing like an interview, but I hadn't asked for anything. The two of them together were just too much for me. I began to give way and tell them about my experiences. They asked what I was looking for. I told them. They got me going so much that I began to cry and tremble. Then the wife said that we should go upstairs to their special back room and continue there. Inside the room they had laid it out like a sanctuary or something, with candles everywhere and a closet full of chains and collars and whips and canes. They told me to strip and sit on a chair. I listened as they talked between themselves, deciding who was going to do what. Then the wife dressed up in a leather skirt and studded leather top, high heels and black tights and a narrow studded collar. The husband dressed me with a wide studded slave collar and leash. He took off my wristbands and put on leather restraints. Then he dressed himself in a harness and short black shiny pants with zips up the sides..." she paused. "Sounds nice. Does it trouble you?" I asked. "No, or at least only a bit. So then he tells me to lay across the big bed and he takes my wrists and puts rope through the restraints and ties me to the bed. Then he does the same with my ankles, so I can't move at all. The wife kneels beside my head and slips on a blindfold and smooths my back with her hand. They both start talking to me about slavery and obedience, asking me if I want to be a slave in their house. I hear them walking around me. The wife begins beating me with a crop. The husband directs her and runs his hand softly over my skin where she has beaten me. Then he starts whipping my back and bottom. It hurts a good bit. I had to bite my lip. But I find myself giving in and melting into the scene. I want them to control me and tell me what to do. They talk about rules and punishments, duties and roles, even contracts. I think I'm in heaven!" she says blushing and pausing for breath. "Yes, sounds too good to be true!" I smile. ---------- Cont in Part 3 The HouseKeeper is copyright 1994/5 Red Moon Press Permission is given for electronic distribution. Contact andreasman@aol.com for print & other media permissions, or logon to Popular Emotion BBS (215-386-9333). ----------