Be Careful What You Wish For

by Misty Blue

  ‘Right now you have an invitation to join us for dinner. And you will discover that there are many parts to our union. But let it come as a surprise, a gift of the heart, this time from us to you. First we will bathe.’

  The two men washed her; one her back, the other her front. Then Abi lathered gel on her hands and in turn massaged them as they had done her. They chattered and laughed, sometimes musing over things that had happened, at other times talking of the walks she had discovered, favourite sights and sounds.

  Dinner was held in a grand room somewhere downstairs. Great oak panels added a hint of a Victorian era, and as the sun set outside, bowing its head in memory of a perfect day, heavy layered drapes were drawn. Abi wore the dress of their first meeting, the collar of slavehood around her neck. It felt strange wearing clothes. Now her nakedness was the most natural thing in the world. But under the table she felt Shadow pull gently on her legs until they rested apart.

  He watched her movements, the expression on her face, the way she held herself, the words she used in conversation with them. And she was reminded of her true position in the household; slave, there for pleasure and pleasing... and to obey.

  That night they took her as lovers. Their hands gentle, they released her emotion slowly, arousing her senses, giving themselves as she had to them.

  Finally they slept, together in the bed where she often slept alone. And her dreams came of flying, reaching across the horizon, embracing what was yet to come.

  Reaching Beyond What Is... To What Could Be

  Christmas was a lavish affair. Abi was allowed to dress a large tree in the room in which they had dined. And to her Chamber were brought all manner of decorations and baubles and beads, together with a small ornate tree in the shape of a heart. On the day itself she was woken early by the sound of bells, and discovered Santa had filled a stocking with all kinds of childlike sweets and surprises left at the foot of her bed. Pleasant hours were filled with the sharing of gifts, listening to music, and eating a feast fit for royalty. Her wardrobe and drawers were stocked with matching underwear and dresses, as well as a strange array of fetish wear mostly in black and silver, with the most beautiful basque she had ever seen, a zip riding the front. She yearned to try it, to put it on, and in doing so felt radiantly different, her sexuality flooding through her whole being, leaving her breathless with desire and a fire burning deep in her belly, spreading through her pussy, making it wet.

  And yet, in amongst all the merrymaking, was the shadow of an even greater occasion, The Calling Ritual, official ceremony and acceptance of Abi to her calling as slave.

  No one talked about it, or even answered questions which preyed on her mind. But then, on the eve of a new year, Shadow and Dream Catcher came to her Chamber.

  ‘It is time,’ began Dream Catcher, ‘to prepare for the end of one journey and the beginning of another. Over the next few weeks there will be much to do, and you will be assigned tasks to complete as befits your calling. April was the month in which you gave yourself to us, and it will be April one year on, a time of new growth, new beginnings, when we will complete this contract between us. Are you ready to fully commit?’

  Abi stood naked, legs apart, hands behind her back, right over left, as she had been taught. ‘Yes, Master, I am ready. But...’ She hesitated, knowing it was not usual to question her Master. ‘May I ask something?’

  Dream Catcher exchanged a look with Shadow, knowing what her question would be, but wanting her to ask it herself. ‘Yes, you may ask.’

  ‘Am I to serve two Masters, you and Shadow?’

  It had come to her a while ago. Shadow was more than a trainer and companion. He worked with Dream Catcher. He appeared his equal, with his equally commanding presence and air of authority, demanding respect and absolute obedience from her. In her eyes, he had become a Master too.

  ‘You have observed well. Yes, there will be two. You will be our slave. And yet the relationship is not quite as clear cut as you suspect. There are things you are not aware of and do not know, and it is not necessary that you do know everything.’

  Abi accepted the words, perhaps not needing to understand their full meaning, and smiled across at Shadow to show there was no ill will meant by her question. ‘I’m glad this is the way. Thank you. Thank you for giving me... life.’

  She was too taken up with her own thoughts and feelings to hear the undercurrent in his words. An ocean of tears was ready to flood her eyes, and a joy, a vibrant warmth was already filling her body in the certain knowledge she was to live the dream she had craved after for so long.

  ‘You mean so much to me; both of you. This past year has been the best of my whole life. I feel so liberated, so free, so protected, so loved... and yet I am controlled. I don’t fully understand all the implications, but then I don’t need to. I simply welcome the experience and want to carry it on.’

  They embraced her then, each in turn. And it was Shadow who broke the silence. ‘You will become a fully fledged slave. But that will take nothing away from the fact that you are also our friend, our lover, our soul mate. Together we become the One, the Whole. And it is together we will agree final arrangements and prepare for a ceremony in celebration of all that has been, and what will be for the future.’

  Dream Catcher withdrew a sheaf of papers from a case. ‘Let us begin. Sit with us. We will explain.’ He waited while she sat at the table, before spreading papers before him.

  ‘The way a Master and slave commit to one another is special and unique to them, to commemorate the very special relationship between them. But there can be three main elements to the commitment. A Contract. A Marking. A Collaring Ceremony, otherwise known as a Calling Ritual. The collaring of a slave by her Master is a serious affair. It’s like a wedding, a marriage between them, with vows as befits their relationship decided beforehand. The basics should be included - devotion, honesty, trustworthiness, love, and the promise to remain faithful and not participate in any play with another without his, or in this case our, express permission. The slave’s body, mind and soul become those of her Master, and in return the Master - or in this case, Masters - will promise in turn to love and protect and care for that body, mind and soul, until death do us part. In which case there are provisions to turn the slave over to a benefactor, as in a will. The vows should reflect the depth of their relationship and the unique love that is between a submissive slave and Master.

  ‘The Collaring Ceremony is more meaningful than marriage. It is a commitment between them, bound by a contract. And more, for the slave it is a calling. For she is giving herself - everything she is, everything she has - in service to her Master.

  ‘You should also know this; a slave cannot get out of this ‘marriage’ as easily as any ordinary couple get divorced. A slave is collared and marked as a sign that she belongs to him, that he alone is responsible for her. The marking will be such that it will show her as a true slave, and will be unique to the Master who takes her. He will also give her a slave name by which she will be known from that point on. Mind you, there are provisions made, in the event of problems, for annulment of the collaring, but this has to be very serious indeed.’

  Dream Catcher leant forward, catching Abi’s face in his hands. His touch was gentle, as he brought her face to his. ‘Do you hear and understand these things which have been explained to you?’

  She nodded, still digesting the information.

  ‘Are you certain this is what you want? It is not too late at this point to simply walk away. I have continued to pay for the upkeep of your home and it is there for you if you should wish to return. But you need to say now, for once this ceremony has taken place...’

  She was already nodding, aware that his touch was creating a tremble of emotion, a wetness in her groin.

  ‘Then let it be so.’

  He withdrew his hands and turned to Shadow, waiting for him to speak.

>   ‘The ceremony itself requires preparation and there will be much to do before the event takes place. You will have to work hard, for there will be much to learn before the day. There will be tasks to complete, and I will instruct you in the way you behave and move. A collaring is not something to be entered into lightly. It is a very serious affair.’

  They watched Abi’s jaw open as she wondered exactly what the ceremony entailed and the part she would play. Then suddenly they both smiled, knowingly.

  ‘It will be a wonderful day for all of us. And we promise a celebration with plenty of fun thrown in. You will enjoy it as an equal participant of this marriage between us.’

  There was a pause which stretched into long moments.

  ‘First, however...’ Shadow watched with interest the expressions flit across the sub’s face. ‘First, however, we are going on a trip, when you can visit your family while Sir Richard and I buy necessary items and provisions. It is on our return that preparations will begin in earnest.’

  ‘Sir Richard?’

  ‘Yes, that is me,’ said Dream Catcher. ‘I own this island. But you will address me only as Master.’

  He took her hand and touched it gently to his lips, sending an electric shiver of delight tingling down her spine. ‘We will be happy, Little One, have no fear. You bring to this house and island the wonder and innocence of a child, the beauty of a lover, the open heart of a soul mate, and a willingness to serve and to please.’

  It was a few days on when she was instructed to pack for their trip to the mainland. She was nervous, excited, suddenly wanting to see her family again, but wondering what to say after so long. There were no words to explain. It would be strange going places with people, having to remain clothed.

  Abi prepared inwardly for the many questions she knew would be asked, and as she fingered her collar, she tried to work out answers and what she could possibly say.

  Shadow and Sir Richard collected her at dawn the following morning, allowing her unrestricted movement and a chance finally to see the way ahead. She marvelled at the smoothness of Free Spirit, and as she boarded the craft felt suddenly so alive, reenergised, reborn, she threw her arms wide, embracing the sea air as they crossed to the mainland. Without a blindfold she saw for the first time the majestic landscape of Scottish mountains rearing up on either side, great beasts standing tall and proud. She watched the tilt of seagulls’ wings and knew what it felt to feel free, to experience and explore, pushing boundaries, venturing beyond the horizon.

  Her family was pleased to see her, eager for her to expound on her experiences, or at least on what little she told them. They wondered at her appearance. She had a new confident way about her. Her new way of life obviously suited her well. She answered questions as best she could, describing the island if not her life there. She was staying for a week, after which Master and Shadow would return for her and their journey back to Arcana.

  In their absence they issued strict instructions about diet, which she tried to obey. But temptation was everywhere. Without their constant attention she nibbled biscuits and chocolate regardless. There was so much to see and do, so much of the world she had to catch up on. Things had changed and moved on. News of the world outside crashed in on her, and with it worry and stress of what the future might bring.

  She tied up loose ends with her own home, allowing those renting it a contract for another year. But more and more she found she was unable to settle, clock-watching, lacking concentration, unable to focus. She missed the simple day-to-day existence of the island. Something was missing. Nights were particularly hard when the sense of being alone was acute, and she felt isolated, insecure, vulnerable, alone; almost overwhelmed by an acute sense of abandonment and loss without Dream Catcher and Shadow.

  Finally came the day. She waited eagerly at the door, knowing they would come for her, back to the controlling relationship where she knew she belonged. Oh how she yearned for the protection, specialness and love she had in their care. She watched the car pull up the driveway, and bidding her parents farewell, climbed into the back beside Sir Richard, unable to hold herself from hugging him, gripping his hand tight.

  The car ate up the miles as she chattered on about all she had seen and heard, and she was so engrossed in her stories that it was with surprise she realised they had turned off the main road and were following the line of trees which led to Hartington Hall.

  She was confused, upset even, aching to reach the cocoon of Arcana. Why hadn’t they told her and included her in their plans?

  ‘You will spend the rest of the day here, being pampered, making you special for what is to come. This interlude is important. Use it well. We will leave you now and come back this evening.’

  ‘But, this isn’t the way it’s supposed to be!’

  A finger touched her lips. Master and Shadow got out of the car with her and kissed her on both cheeks. They left her then, on the steps of the Hall. She felt like a child on her first day at school, decidedly wistful, watching their awful departure.

  ‘Hello, Abi. I said we’d meet again.’

  She turned to find Alex at her side, and remembered how good he had been for her. ‘Oh, Alex, it’s good to see you. Are we doing the same as before?’

  She greeted him like an old friend, and he took her hand as they went to the familiar room to change from her clothes into a robe.

  ‘Come through when you’re ready. A cuppa will be waiting for you.’

  Abi was glad. It was as if the dream was starting all over and she welcomed the chance of experiencing it again, knowing what might come, aware she knew so much more and could carry herself with a confidence that was as new as the experience of being a slave. She wondered just how much Alex understood about her.

  Later his hands moulded her shoulders, smoothing down her spine, sending ripples of pleasure permeating to her toes. Her groin was already wet. She turned to look him directly in the eyes, and caught him admiring the curves of her figure and the sensuous way in which her body now moved.

  ‘You’ve changed, Little One. Now you are supple, much more at ease with yourself and those around you. You can more easily relax. And yet at the same time, I feel you have an inner strength you never had before.’

  ‘So much has happened since I was last here. It’s been like a dream...’

  ‘Shhh, Little One. Shhh.’

  This time he plucked her eyebrows, manicured her nails, and then with her feet paid special attention to creaming and softening, before trimming her toenails. She felt groomed, newly born, pure, whole, sensuous; a true woman in every way. And yet within, still a child, retaining innocence and an eagerness to learn. The true sign of a submissive.

  A hairdresser cut and styled her hair, softly onto her face rather than swept back. It gave her an elfin look, especially with her eyes dancing and sparkling as if they had seen things she could not tell. She watched her face in the mirror, knowing it betrayed the secret feelings of a lover. Her eyes shone and the shape of her lips twitched upwards as she remembered things told to her before she left the island, and the way it would be.

  Finally she stood at the door, reaching towards the sun setting in the sky, wondering what the morrow might bring. The car drew up alongside, and apart from a stopover meal they continued driving, in silence, until almost daybreak when Free Spirit carried them back to their island retreat and the start of a new and very different life.

  Testing the Limits

  The sun rose majestic and glorious from the ashes of the night, fanning its tail across the horizon like some great bird embracing a new dawn. The orange-yellow spectre lit up the heavens, touching everything in its path with the magic and splendour of a new and wonderful day.

  Abi watched from her window, in a new wrap given to her by her parents, following the rivulets of colour streaking the morning sky. She smiled. It was going to be a good day. The best! From deep do
wn within her heart, she knew she was finally Home.

  Her arms opened wide, caught in the moment and embracing the magic that soon would be hers. She closed her eyes, hugging close the scene set before her. Then, throwing the catch on the windows, she drew a sharp intake of breath at the snap of cold air that nipped her cheeks, giving her a rich glow, as if she too had been touched by the dawn.

  As she pulled the wrap close around her she turned to find she wasn’t alone. Shadow stood silent and still.

  ‘Shadow, how I’ve missed all this, and you.’ Excited, she drew close to him, and then impishly pulled away, seeking instead the trolley he brought laden with food.

  ‘You left me a whole day and night,’ she chided. ‘I was lonely, and I’m so hungry. Shall I butter you some toast?’

  Shadow held the teapot and sat opposite her at the table, letting the steaming liquid fill her cup. He accepted the toast and watched the plate empty before her.

  ‘Shadow, I’ve so much to tell you, to share. So much I’ve seen and learned while I’ve been away.’ She scarcely noticed his silence, much less the deviant gleam in his eye as she chattered on like a child, filled with the newness and wonder of life.

  She followed him to the gym, and ‘ouched’ and ‘ooohed’ her way through her paces, pouting as he asked more and more from her, pushing her to her limit and beyond.

  ‘My sister has a new boyfriend...’ she gasped between press-ups. ‘And dad’s changed the house around again. And did you catch on the news the bit about... oh no, Shadow, do I have to?’

  At last she was done, and while a hot shower sent pinpricks of pleasure across her body, she too fell silent as Shadow held her head down and then back, washing her thoroughly and completely, before pulling out the couch on which to lie. This time, however, he placed leather like a bridge arcing from one side to the other, clipping it in place.