To Serve Is Divine (22 page)

The result was that Catherine could now fill Samantha’s tanned curves, ashen-blonde hair, and naughty blue eyes into the images her mind kept creating to torture her with how Master was thriving just fine without Catherine.

One good thing had come of Catherine’s time alone: she’d journaled. A lot. Master had asked her to document her reactions and feelings about each task he assigned her in his absence. From going panty-less for the day to recording herself masturbating and sending it to him, she wrote about it all. Often Catherine found that her pen kept going while she let the scratch of the ink on paper lull her to a safe place similar to where brush therapy took her.

So she wrote. With vehemence, she dredged up what she hoped were the final darkest memories and purged them into words. The weeks of distance became her time of catharsis. Master would be returning to a woman who had found her self-confidence and had a clear conscience, free of sadness – or at least that was what Catherine was hoping for. She couldn’t be sure until she was in his presence once again, which would be soon.

Catherine sat in the back of the car with her hand on the bag from the Electrique Boutique. Inside the unassuming plastic laid three corsets, purchased at the command of Master. The club was hosting a lover’s-themed demon night in honor of it being Valentine’s Day, and they would be attending.

Master had requested she go pick out and buy the corsets so that he could decide which he wanted her to wear before they went out for the evening. He wanted a private fashion show as part of their reunion.

She’d chosen an angelic sheer-white and fur-lined set, a pink satin and black lace set, and her favorite was the Asian-influenced red set. The corset was strapless with hook-and-eye closures half-way up the front that gave way to crisscrossed leather ties across the bust allowing her to fit the top to her ample chest. Black, leather-wrapped boning kept the corset stiff and tight against her torso and accented against the red satin patterned with black oriental flowers. Instead of a thong and garters, the corset had a matching mini-skirt that ended before her ass was covered in full.

Catherine was sure if Master chose the red set she wouldn’t be wearing panties.

~*~

Two hours later, Catherine was back in the car at Master’s side this time, and wearing the red corset.

All of her concerns that he had been losing interest in her had flown out the window the moment his hands had touched her again. She’d been caught off guard when he’d met her on the porch and shoved his tongue down her throat before they’d even had a chance to say a proper hello.

That hello came in the foyer just before Master ordered her to her knees for a long over-due blow job. Catherine wasn’t sure who enjoyed it more. After she had swallowed and cleaned him with her tongue, Master pulled her to her feet and pushed his hand under her skirt to find her stubbly outer lips. Her pussy itched something awful, but Master had insisted she was to leave it unshaved the last two weeks. His fingers brushing against the stubble made her buck upward seeking more.

Master pulled away with a shake of his head. “Oh no, slut. I’ve not kept your orgasms for the last week to give in so soon after we’ve just reunited. You will wait until I give the word.”

“Aye, Master.” She writhed a bit more, and he smacked her pussy, sending a sharp heat over her skin and making her still at once.

He stepped back, allowing some distance between them. Catherine was thankful for the space for she was having trouble focusing with him so near. The longer she stood close to him, the more she realized just how much she had missed him – and Jayden – and it killed her inside to know she couldn’t tell him.

With the space between them, Catherine was able to appreciate how good looking Master was. His chestnut hair had grown; it was longer and shaggier, but she liked it – could imagine running her hands through it and gripping it. He also had foregone shaving and his jaw was covered in course stubble that she could imagine how amazing it would feel scratching against her inner thighs. Tonight he was looking sharp in tailored, black dress-pants and a chartreuse button-up. He had undone the top few buttons and she could see his chest. The yellow silk was incredible against his skin, and brought out his natural olive tones.

She licked her lips without thinking and noticed Master’s crotch twitch.

“Electrique Boutique – nice choice. Show me.”

She had shown him; saving the red for last and pulling her hair up so that most of it was piled atop her head with a few long scarlet tendrils coiled down over her back.

Master’s, “That one,” had been emphatic and resolute.

Before they left the villa, Master shocked Catherine by replacing her collar. If he’d not greeted her with such obvious happiness to see her, she would have had a melt-down when he reached for the clasp on her pearls. Even so her breathing had hitched the moment she’d realized Master’s intentions.

“Shh, pet. I am not retracting my promise to you. Your servitude is now and always will be surreal, Catherine.”

The familiar words flowing without effort distracted her while the silky pearls slipped away and were replaced by a thick, black leather collar which was cold and stiff around her neck. Master snapped a leash onto one of the many O-rings and let it hang between her breasts.

Spencer had never been one to use a collar, let alone one lined with any kind of soft material to prevent rubbing on her neck. If he used one at all, he’d choose one that was a cheap, five-dollar dog collar from the pet store. He’d always preferred rope, again, the cheap kind, raw and fibrous so that it left splinters in Catherine’s skin.

What enclosed her neck now was soft like suede, and was just tight enough to feel like a snug grip that controlled as opposed to a choke-hold which strangled. She could appreciate the beauty of the hand-tooled leather leash, and allowed herself to picture Master using it to spank her. Either the leash was brand new or Master had taken exceptional care of it. The strong leather odor made her dizzy and excited, and reminded her how she’d missed the flogger. Catherine hoped Master would treat her to a flogging before the evening was over.

Her momentary day-dream was interrupted when Master yanked the leash in satisfaction.

“To serve you will be divine, Master,” Catherine proclaimed, completing their private collaring ritual. She soaked in the way his eyes roamed over her. It was clear that he was pleased with her appearance.

“One more thing before we go: Happy Valentine’s Day and an early Happy birthday to you, Catherine,” Master said in a quiet tone while handing her a small package wrapped in red, and tied with a silver bow. “The twenty-seventh isn’t that far off, right?” He shared a tender smile with her.

She was shocked and in disbelief. Catherine hadn’t been given a birthday present since before she left for college, and never had she been given something just because it was Valentine’s Day – that was a lover’s holiday. With a small giggle it dawned on her that if they were anything, lover’s fit the bill. At least in the physical sense, but still . . .

“Master? This girl doesn’t understand . . .”

“Shh, Jewel. Let me do this. Now open your gift, we need to be going.”

~*~

For the duration of the ride to the club, every time Catherine looked down at her wrist and smiled. She was nervous about the amount of money that adorned her wrist, but couldn’t deny that she found the piece exquisite. The silver cuff looked like twisted vines from which dangled blood-red stones – rubies. The largest stone hung down the center of her hand, applying a light pressure on her skin like Master’s touch.

Just before Micah let them out at the curb Master snapped her leash onto her collar, and then escorted her inside while Warren held the door. Angelique was ecstatic to see the both of them and descended on them before the door closed.

“I knew you two would be a good fit.” Her blue eyes lit up and she smiled while eyeing the leash in Master’s hand. “And you, pretty girl, have you found what you were looking for?”

Catherine looked to Master seeking permission to answer.

He nodded, pride emanating in his smile.

“Aye, Ma’am. This girl has.” Catherine kept her eyes fixed on Master while she said the words, yet she was unable to read the expression that crept onto his face.

After a moment, Master gave his head a light shake and instructed her to, “Follow” as he gripped her leash.

Beyond the inner doors, the club looked much like Catherine remembered from her first time there four months earlier. If there was a difference, it was that the room was actually lighter. They kept the club darker on open nights to help ‘soften’ the experience for newcomers. For the club regulars there was no shame in seeing and being seen, and the brighter the better.

They maneuvered through the common area. Catherine stayed to the left and behind Master, letting the tug and release of the leash guide her. She was quiet while he visited with members and caught up on the latest news or complimented new subs or adornments.

One such example was a Dom who wanted to show off his sub’s new nipple piercings. Catherine listened with interest while Master praised the clean work and how pretty they were. Surprise overtook her when Master mentioned Sir Landon being responsible for the work, and she made a mental note to ask Master later. Catherine recognized the name of Master’s friend and confidante, but she hadn’t known he could do body modification. When she imagined being marked for Master it felt – right.

Certainty sank into her bones that she was ready to wear his mark whenever he wanted to give it to her. Although a good place to start would be to meet Sir Landon before he came at her body with a needle. Master had mentioned on more than one occasion that he wanted them all to get together, but schedules had yet to be accommodating.

They said their farewells to the pair, and Master led her on, soon stopping to visit with someone new.

Catherine tried not to eavesdrop, but Master had pulled her in close while he engaged a woman – a Domme – in conversation. His arm was around Catherine’s waist bringing her back against his side. She had to resist moaning out loud when he drove his thigh between her legs, and began toying with the ties at the front of her corset. She could feel the tension of the lingerie loosening, and knew that if Master didn’t stop soon he’d be exposing her.

Not that she cared.

“Katarina, so good to see you. It’s been ages.” He leaned toward her and they exchanged air-kisses to each other’s cheeks.

“So true, Jayden. How have you been? Are the rumors true?”

Catherine’s eyes left their place on the floor to look at their mouths – his plump and inviting, hers red and dangerous. The woman had a strong jaw line and flawless skin from what Catherine could see.

“What rumors are those?”

The woman’s laugh was lyrical. “Oh, don’t be coy, Jayden. It doesn’t become you. Is this her? The perfect sub that has managed to meet all of your exacting standards and earn your collar.”

Her tone was playful, but Catherine sensed there was truth to the words. She hadn’t realized that Master had been having trouble finding the right submissive. Learning that he’d chosen her in this new light caused her head to spin. A glimmer of hope for ‘more’ rose within her.

“This is Catherine, my collared submissive. I brought her tonight with the understanding that you were doing a demo?”

Catherine’s ears perked up, but Master stopped speaking just as a waiter went by with small plastic bowls of assorted fruit. He held a finger up signaling to the waiter to stop, and took a bowl of fruit along with a bottle of water, which he handed to Catherine.

“Eat up; you’ll need your strength soon.”

Perplexed, Catherine plucked a grape and popped it in her mouth while she continued to listen to them speak.

The Domme introduced her girl to them – a young thing with black hair, sky-blue eyes, and a fresh face by the name of Kaitlyn. It didn’t take Catherine long to figure out that Miss’s skill was candling, and her heart raced. Was Master going to let her experience wax?

“Are you about done, Catherine?” Master asked regarding her fruit.

She showed him the remaining strawberry and he urged her on. Catherine finished the light snack and drank down the rest of her water.

“Does my slut want to experience hot wax on her body?”

“If it pleases Master, this girl would like that very much.

Unclipping her leash, Master gave instructions to Catherine to follow the young submissive who would prepare her for her scene. Kaitlyn was quiet while they made their way over to a private bathroom. Catherine took care of her business and washed her hands. Exiting the stall, she found Kaitlyn holding a tray with a silver lid.

“Please remove all of your clothing and then Mistress would like you to wash your cunt with this sanitized cloth.”

Doing as she was told, Catherine slipped out of the corset and skirt so that all she wore were her shoes and the beautiful cuff Master had presented her with earlier. Catherine
picked up the washcloth that was almost too hot to touch and wiped it across her pussy, finding the heat felt good. She pried her lips apart and wiped the cloth across herself again, and a cool tingling sensation broke through the heat from the sanitizer. Feeling refreshed and grateful for the moment of much needed friction, Catherine put the used cloth back on the tray.