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Tragedy III

Andre was waiting up for her when she returned. He'd listened with surprising calm as she explained what she'd discovered and what she had done. "So, as you surmised, my love, she did do it. We can try to get her arrested, Andre. I am not sure the police would find anything because she now has cause to get rid of the goods, but we can try. It will still be her word against mine since I did have a key to her house. I could have planted the loot in her house, and cannot prove that I didn't actually do just that."

Andre shrugged diffidently, and then sighed deeply. It was good to know for sure what happened, in any case. And infinitely better to know that Megan had believed him and had taken action on his behalf. "To what end, Mistress? They won't find anything because they won't look. Mistress Deirdre will simply get off." he said tonelessly.

Raw fury erupted from Megan, shocking them both in its ferocity. "Don't you ever, *EVER* call her Mistress again."

she screamed. "She is not now, nor has she ever been, worthy of that honorific, most particularly from *you*. In fact, *I*

am the only one you will *EVER* call Mistress from now on.

You are MINE! Do . . You. . .Understand . . Me, . . . Andre Pedoran??!?"

He made a show of swallowing hard and trying to look cowed, but a soft smile broke through as he answered. "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

"Smartass." she said affectionately as her own lips turned up into an answering smile of her own. "Give me your left hand, Andre." she ordered, holding her own left hand out, palm up.

Bemused, he put his left hand into hers. With grave solemnity, Megan slid the masculine diamond ring onto his ring finger before handing him a smaller, much more feminine matching ring and extending her own left ring finger.

Confused, his eyes flickered back and forth between her eyes and the ring in his palm. She took mercy on him and grinned.

"You *are* marrying me, aren't you? I really wouldn't recommend letting me think you have just been toying with my dommely affections."

The unbridled joy in his eyes was all the answer she needed, but it got even better when he slid down to one knee, still holding her left hand. The mate to his own ring slid onto her finger, and was sealed with a kiss. "Yes, Megan-Mistress, please. And thank you from the depths of my soul."

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"Mistress?" Andre asked much later. When she lifted her brow in satiated and languid query, he asked "Did you really leave Deirdre tied up that way? Like you said you did?"

"I did." she answered with calm finality.

Sighing deeply, Andre nodded. "We have to go back there, Mistress."

As she'd suspected, Megan thought. Well, his compassion is one of the reasons she love him. "I was afraid you'd say that," she said with a deeply disappointed sigh, "So I retrieved the key. Lets go and get this over with."

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The gag came out of Deirdre's mouth with a wet, squishy popping sound. "I'll scream." she rasped out, her voice barely audible as she looked up fearfully at the pair.

"Great idea. Go ahead." Megan replied hopefully. "Andre might enjoy hearing you scream."

"Did you bring him back here to rape me, too? An eye for an eye?"

"And an ass for an ass. Nice concept. I like it." Megan said cattily. "What do you say, Andre? Want a piece of that? I won't mind, just this once. I expect she might even be a virgin back there - just like you were. I won't even insist that you use the lube."

"Mistress." Andre said reprovingly as he slipped the key chain from about Deirdre's neck. The cuff's lock clicked loudly when he released the restraint on her right wrist. Andre then placed the key into Deirdre's freed hand and turned back to Megan. "Lets get out of here, please."

"Wait!" Deirdre yelled as they turned to leave. "Why did you come back? The slave who's coming tomorrow. . .he'd have been vicious, just like you wanted. . .he's the one who . ."

"Do you want us to lock you back up, Deirdre?" Megan asked, her anger at this woman getting off scott-free after what she had done to Andre barely under control. "I'd be more than happy to do it for you. Just ask me. *Please* ask me."

"NO! Oh, god, please, no! But why? I mean, why didn't you at least. . ." She turned her confused and terror-filled eyes up at Andre.

"Rape you as you raped me?" Andre asked with admirable control. At her shaky nod, he took a deep breath. "Two reasons. First and foremost because I would not wish what you inflicted on me on anyone - not even a miserable excuse for a human being like you. And I certainly could never bring myself to be the one doing it and still think of myself a worthwhile human being."

Deirdre winced at that before looking back up at him. "You. .

.you said there were two reasons."

Megan saw Andre's face turn cold and hard as he looked down at the woman struggling to free her legs from their bondage.

"Because in order to rape you, I would need an erection, and I would need to put it inside your body. You don't excite me enough to get hard, and as to putting my flesh inside you?

*YOU?*" Andre barked out a derisive laugh. "I'd rather fuck a splintered knot hole. I wouldn't want to take the off chance that I might inadvertently give *you* pleasure. Lets go, Mistress."

Megan lagged behind one last moment. Her eyes were hard, and her tones ice cold as she faced her foe one last time. "Stay away from me and mine, Deirdre. Not even Andre will save you next time." Then, for the second time that night, she strode down the stairway to the open front door of Deirdre's house.

She'd been denied her eye for an eye vengeance, but oddly enough, she did not mind. Andre had taken something far more important from that bitch than Megan had planned to take from her. He had taken her pride.

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Both Andre and Megan had parents who, although very happy for their children, inconveniently wanted to attend the wedding.

This delayed the nuptials for a couple of months, much to the initial dismay of the affianced couple. It was Andre who finally pointed out that the wedding was only a reaffirmation of commitments already made, which eased much of their anxiety and allowed them to enjoy the planning of their wedding.

Deirdre resigned from Club Domaise, and shortly thereafter, took a job on the west coast. Megan never recovered any of her lost items, but she did not much care since her heirloom jewelry was still stored in her safety deposit box.

Gradually, Megan and Andre began to play again as they had prior to the incident. She thought she occasionally detected a slight retreat, or an uncertain pause, or maybe a truly fearful look in his eyes when they game began to get deep, but he always seemed to come back for her, to challenge her, to endure for her. And if his gift of submission was a little more frightening and a little more difficult for him than it had been before, his determination to give it in spite of that made it all the more precious to her. For her part, she continued to avoid toys that reminded him of that night, leaving her heavy whips and rattan canes in their closet. He probably could have handled them, but she did not want to take the chance.

The cabinet that held her supply of toy cocks and other such implements, remained locked. Andre wore those keys around his neck on a silver chain. Neither of them approached or discussed the cabinet or the phallic demons it contained.

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The wedding day finally arrived, and was all the pair could have hoped it would be. It was a perfect day, the bride was beautiful and the groom was handsome. Finally, after what seemed like hours of family well wishes and innumerable toasts, kisses and dances, a chauffeured limousine drove them homeward from the reception.

"I declare that I don't know why you wanted to spend our wedding night here." Megan complained one more time as Andre carried her effortlessly across the threshold. It had been their one disagreement since the night she'd returned from Deirdre's place, and the first time Andre had ever cared enough about something not to give into her. She tried pouting. "I had such lovely girlish dreams of a nice, tacky heart-shaped bed in the Pocono Mountains," then her grin became wickedly sexy, "with a heart shaped mirror in the ceiling."

Andre set her down on her feet in the living room before kneeling at her feet. "Megan. . . Mistress-love. . . would you. . . I mean. . .I . ."

Surprised at his confusion, Megan frowned. "Andre, what is it!?" she said more sharply than she'd intended.

"I know I promised never to ask for a scene, to try and manipulate you into anything you didn't want to do, but. . ."

"ANDRE!"

The snap in her voice seemed to help him focus his thoughts, and swallowing hard, he blurted it out. "Would you please do what she did? Only. . .only loving me while you do it?" His hands went to his neck and withdrew the keys which he offered to her with both hands.

Megan stared at the dangling keys in mute amazement for several heartbeats before she could finally regain her voice.

"You want me to take you up your ass, Andre, with one of my strapons?" she asked wonderingly, "But, why? I've promised you'd never have to do that, that I would never even attempt to press that limit. Ever!" It was supposed my wedding gift to you, she thought, her mind still reeling at this turn of events.

"Because all I remember of that night is *her*," and the word 'her' came out as if its taste was foul on his tongue, "And the pleasure she took in every painful nuance, in every callously inflicted hurt . ." His voice broke momentarily, and he literally shook himself to regain control of his emotions.

"Please, help me make new memories in their place. Please?"

he entreated again softly.

Megan thought fleetingly of the ethereally sexy nightgown and peignoir set she'd bought to wear for him, and of all her plans for a very special, very vanilla wedding night with her very special husband. Well, maybe he was right, she mused, maybe this perfect day *was* the right time for them *both* to get past this last healing hurdle.

Besides, that outfit isn't going anywhere and neither is he.

"Very well, Andre." she responded lovingly, her hands clasping his before taking the keys from him. "Go to the dungeon, remove your clothing and lay over the whipping block. When I arrive, I will expect to see you up on your toes, presenting your ass fully to me, your cheeks held wide apart."

"Yes, Mistress." he said quietly, and rose.

He was almost to the cellar door when something else occurred to her. "Andre? Wait." she called.

He turned, uncertain and watched as she strode up to him.

Taking his face in her hands, Megan kissed him deeply, lovingly, possessively. "I expect you to use your safeword if this gets too heavy, Andre. This is not a normal scene where we are playing with emotion. This time, we are dealing with something that is deeply painful for you and I will need all your support if we are going to do this safely. You *will*

give me your word of honor on this before we go any further."

Understanding, Andre nodded, his face still held firmly between her soft hands. "I. . .I promise, Meg." he replied, using her name without honorific as a sign of his commitment.

Megan kissed him again and then swatted him on the butt.

"Then go get that cute little ass ready for me, man-of-mine."

she ordered jauntily. "I will be down as soon as *I* am ready for you."

If this had been any other session, Megan might have delayed her arrival in the dungeon. She often let a submissive stew alone with only his own thoughts for company, letting that spicy broth of anxiety, anticipation and fear simmer to a fine boil before making her appearance. The responsiveness of a slave who was just at that perfect blend of hopeful expectancy and dark terror was a joy to work.

But tonight was not the time or the place to play such games.

Whatever was going to happen tonight, she wanted it over as quickly as possible. She walked down the cellar stairs and into the sound-proofed hidden room off the basement and under the front lawn - her dungeon.

Andre was where she told him to be, positioned over the whipping block, his body forming an inverted "V", his hands holding his cheeks spread wide. Calmly, she walked to the cabinet that had been locked and unopened for so long.

Removing several items, she moved over to stand directly in front of Andre.

"Look up, Andre." she said softly.

The look of stunned disbelief on Andre's face would have elicited a laugh in most situations, and even now, she allowed herself a small smile. In her hurry to return to him, she had elected to remove only her wedding dress and train. She stood before him in attired in the intensely feminine white lingerie, hose and white heels she had worn as part of her bridal ensemble. She'd even put her veil back on.

Having gained his attention, Megan began to buckle on the harness she would use in taking him. His eyes locked on her hands, following each practiced movement as she deftly adjusted the myriad straps and buckles until the harness fit just perfectly. Megan was watching him just as closely, gauging his mood and emotions as she slid the latex phallus into place.

An inspiration struck and she moved off behind him, returning moments later pushing a rolling full length mirror. Once she had positioned it in front of Andre, she sat down beside his head, the dildo jutting obscenely in front of his nose. Idly, she stroked his head and shoulders. "Do you like my outfit darling? A bride deserves to wear her white on her wedding night." she whispered teasingly. Besides, she thought, Deirdre wore black and this is as far as I could get from that memory.

She let the quiet enfold them, continuing the petting to help gentle him, and to help soothe him before continuing.

"Andre?" she said, finally breaking the silence. "I am not going to restrain you for this. You will be bound only by your own will and by your submission to my desire. If you need to escape, I will not stop you. You have to stay and accept this of your own will. This is *not* a test, darling.

This is a choice - *your* choice. Do you understand?"

A shudder shimmered down his spine. She was putting it all on his head, he realized. Perhaps that was as it should be.

"Yes, Mistress." he whispered raspily.

So far, so good, Megan thought. "The mirror is for both of us, Andre. It will permit me to see you and to judge your state of mind better, and it will let you see what I am about so you won't be unduly surprised. Work with me on this, luv." She bent down to kiss him. "Let's vanquish Deirdre forever by making this a wonderful experience for both of us."

"I. . . I'll try, Mistress." Andre whispered back, before his voice strengthened and become firm. "I *want* to." he said hopefully.

"Then let us begin, dear man." she said as she rose gracefully to her feet. "First, I think, a little warm up."

Megan picked up her favorite flogger as she strode behind him.

Her left hand rested gently on his buttock as she shook the flogger strands out, getting the feel of its familiar weight, and then struck him full across his ass. In the course of the next three quarters of an hour, she used every ounce of skill she'd learned in her years as a domina, seeking to arouse more than hurt, to awaken pleasureful nerve endings rather than stimulate painful ones.

And every step of the way, she watched him, smiling when his eyes lolled open in pleasure, and grinning as his penis hardened into straining erection.

Continuing her campaign to excite him beyond the power of his fearful memories, Megan began to tease his penis and ass with knowing fingers, with smooth, tickling vibrators and finally, with her lips and tongue. Dropping to her knees behind him, she kissed the length of his manhood, suckled gently on his balls, and teased his rose pucker open with her stiffened tongue. "My, we are getting excited." she cooed as she tightened his leather cockring around the root of his rampant erection. "Well, maybe this will help keep you that way."

Andre stiffened as he felt her cold, wet fingers press firmly against his relaxed anus. A single finger slipped through the ringed muscle and his cock lurched in response. "Oooooo... so you *like* that, do you?" Megan whispered as she kept massaging the inner membranes of his rectum with one, then another lubricated finger. "I can feel you, Andre-lover, yes, I can feel your bottom trying to suck my fingers deeper. .

.deeper. . "

Another groan of pleasure from Andre was Megan's cue to go for the final victory over the darkness Deirdre had brought into their lives. Shifting her position so that she was directly behind him, she bent over his back. "Ask me again, Andre", she purred softly in his ear. Convince me how much you want me.

Beg me to love you."

Andre could not believe how much he wanted her, how much he needed her. Never in his life had he been so aroused, so excited. Never in his life had making love been absolutely the most important thing in his life. "Oh god," Andre whimpered," Oh god, Mistress. . *PLEEEEEEASE*. .*Take* me. .

.LOVE ME!!"

With a gentle arch of her back, Megan positioned the blunt head of her cock at the his anus. In those critical moments as she carefully, slowly nudged her way into him, her hands and lips were everywhere else, teasing his turgid nipples, stroking his rigid cock, fondling his balls and kissing his sweat moistened back.

The moment of first penetration caught him by surprise and he fell off his toes onto his heels. Megan playfully grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back so her lips brushed an ear. "Ah ah ah, sexy man" she chided huskily, "Stay up on those toes, boy. . that's it. Now, meet me, darling. . arch back into me." Andre did and the smooth toy slid easily and fully into his well prepared bottom.

Megan stilled for a moment, letting him adjust to the fullness before she began the leisurely rhythm of love, slowly moving in and out to the accompaniment of Andre's inarticulate sounds of pleasure. How long they danced the waltz of love, Megan had no idea, but it was wonderful as they alternately answered each other's needs.

Suddenly, Megan felt him contract spasmodically about the dildo, trying unsuccessfully to orgasm through the unyielding clasp of the cockring. His frustrated whimper momentarily slowed her, but only until he arched even harder into her.

His demanding backward thrusts ground the tickler at the dildo's base against Megan's clit, driving her over the edge herself.

Stunned by the unexpected power of that climax, Megan collapsed across the back of her still aroused sub. It took her a few moments to gather the strength to move. Finally, with great care, she slipped the toy out of him, and unbuckled the harness about her hips. Shaky hands slipped beneath her lover's arms to guide him shakily to his feet. She was pleased to note that he was still rigidly erect, but that might only be the result of the cockring and the thorough teasing she'd subjected him to before taking his ass. She needed to know that her lovemaking was responsible for his arousal. "Not bad, boy. . .we'll have to work on that some more - soon. *Very* soon." she said as a test.

Andre pulled her sweaty, silk covered body to him in a hard, emotion charged hug. "I think so, too, Mistress. You . . .

you made it *so* wonderful for me." he choked out around the tears of joy that leaked down his cheeks. "Its. . .its not a limit anymore, Megan," he vowed quietly. "At least, not with you, anyway."

A mischievous grin lit her face. "As if I am ever going to share you, little man." she retorted before grabbing his bobbing penis and turning to lead him to the door. "Now, come to bed, lover. I have plans for this hard-on I so carefully preserved tonight." she whispered to him as she scooped up the still open tube of lubricant in her free hand.

At his confused look, her grin grew wider. "Well, a lady *is*

supposed to give her man the gift of her virginity on her wedding night. *You* just gave me *yours* because what Deirdre did to you doesn't count, lover." she told him positively. "And, as it turns out, I do have one to give you, too." Then her eyes became mockingly stern. "And, little man, since *I*, your Mistress, have just demonstrated the correct procedure for you, I expect you to do it right so that I enjoy every *single* second of it . . .or ELSE!"

"Or else what, Mistress-love?" Andre asked, his lips turned up into a hopeful grin.

"Or else I will do it to *you* again and again until you get it right, of course." she retorted.

"And if I get it right?"

"Trust me, sweetheart. You won't ever do it *that* right."

He stopped and pulled her into his arms for another deep, hot kiss. "Sounds good to me, Mistress-love. Sounds just *perfect* to me."

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