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If you're not suppose to be reading this then DON'T!!
Anything You Ask, Part 1
by Desdmona
Copyright Sept 2000
"I'll do anything for you," Steven proclaimed.
Kathleen whipped her head around expecting to see a cocky smile on his face.
Instead, she was surprised by the sincere, almost pleading look in his eyes.
She turned back to the computer before answering him, but she watched his
reaction reflected in the monitor.
"Anything, Steven? What does that mean, exactly?"
"It means anything, anything you ask." His face didn't break into a smile and
the yearning look intensified.
"Then don't go to Texas."
"All right, I won't!"
He was still dripping from his recent shower. He held a towel around him but
didn't hold the corners together at his hip. Instead, he held them under his
belly button. He shifted his feet on the floor. It was a silly pose that hid
nothing. In fact, his genitals swung freely in the gap.
Kathleen waited. She waited and stared at the opening of his towel. They had
finished making love half an hour ago. It wasn't cataclysmic. Both had
reached orgasm because of familiarity of what worked. It was unsettling. Of
course they still loved each other, but she feared that routine might soon
lead to boredom, and Kathleen never wanted to be bored. She looked at his
penis, all nestled cozily in moist pubic hair, and wished for something more,
something exciting, something that would make them both hungry again.
"Of course you'll go to Texas, Steven. It's work and you have no choice."
"I can call this trip off, Kathleen. I can and I will, if you ask me to."
"No, Steven. I'm not going to ask that."
"All right, then ask something else. Anything. I meant it when I said I would
do anything for you."
Kathleen's mind raced. She'd fostered a fantasy lately of just that, a
fantasy that had Steven submitting to her every whim and desire. He would be
her slave. How delicious it all sounded! She smiled devilishly before turning
around to face him. He'd just given her the perfect thing to spice up their
sex life. And she would use it.
She sashayed over to him and ran her fingertips down the center of his naked
chest, then slipped her hand between the gap in the towel. She found his
balls, dewy from the heated shower, and cradled them gingerly in the palm of
her hand, like fresh, fragile eggs. She nuzzled close to his neck and inhaled
the male scent of a clean shave, and she pressed her lips on his earlobe as
she huskily whispered:
"Anything at all Steven? Are you very sure?"
"Yes, oh god yes!" His voice was shaky. His penis jerked alive, bobbing
against her fingers, waiting impatiently for her hand to leave his balls. Her
gentle hold suddenly became rigid. Her nails scraped against his sac and
then dug beneath it. Pinching the skin, she squeezed tightly, holding both
testicles in a vise-like grip.
"Oh_ my_ god, Kathleen! What_what are you doing?"
Kathleen waited for his cock to dwindle and collapse back against his body.
But she was surprised. Instead, it lurched upward, banging its head against
her wrist.
"I'm trying to decide if you mean it when you say 'anything,' Steven."
"I did. I mean I do! OK ... OK Kathleen, stop it! It's getting uncomfortable."
"Tell that to your penis, honey. It seems to like it!"
"KATHLEEN! I mean it! STOP!"
The more he protested the harder his dick became. Kathleen squeezed until her
fingers hurt. Steven dropped the towel and grabbed her wrist, and she finally
loosened her grip. She soothed his balls with soft little pets.
"What the hell was that all about, Kathleen?"
"I was just testing to see if your definition of anything was the same as
Webster's."
Kathleen patted his balls like an aunt patting a child's head and then walked
back to her computer. She ignored his "hands on hips, answer me" pose and
pretended to be engrossed in her work.
"Damn it, Kathleen! I meant it when I said, 'ask anything,' but you didn't
ask. You just grabbed hold and went for broke."
Kathleen ignored him and began humming as she typed out several sentences
with no real meaning.
"Talk to me, Kath. What's this all about? Do you need me to prove something
to you?"
She never could ignore him when he called her Kath. He always did it in a
little boy, bewildered voice. She twisted around to look at him.
"Steven, do you love me?"
"You know I do."
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes, Kathleen I trust you, but what ..."
"Steven, I want you to mean it when you say 'anything.' Tell me that you do!"
"I don't know what you're asking me."
"Tell me."
"I'll do anything you ask, Kath."
"All right, here's what I want. We both know you aren't going to call off
this trip to Texas. We also both know that we could use a little pick me up
in the boudoir. So while you're gone I want you to give some thought to being
my sexual slave." She surprised herself by coming right out and saying it
without hedging or build-up, but she figured she'd need that kind of
authority if she were going to make her fantasy come to life.
"Your slave? Is this a joke?" Steven didn't smile, nor was he aware he still
stood nude while they talked.
"No, it's not a joke!"
"Just what will I have to do?"
"Anything I ask, of course."
"All right, I'll think about it, but I'm not promising to like it"
"Like I just said Steven, you need to talk it over with your penis. It seems
to like the idea of being a slave. I think it's genuflecting!"
They both glanced down at his stiffened rod, which nodded up and down as if
in full agreement.
**********************************
Kathleen woke the next morning and found Steven had already left for the
airport. He usually didn't wake her when he had these early morning flights.
Last night they tumbled into bed giggling, sharing sweet kisses before
turning and saying goodnight. She decided to let Steven ruminate over the
idea of being her sex slave.
She rolled over, checked the clock, and saw it was only 7:32. She wanted to
stay in bed a little longer. Her mind's eye kept seeing Steven standing in
front of her, naked and wet, and it was a picture worth watching a little
longer. She thought if he agreed to be her slave, she would want him nude all
the time. Some might not consider his body perfect, but by Kathleen's
account, it was. She snuggled back down into the covers and drifted back to
sleep.
********************************************
She banged the alarm clock groggily, thinking it was the offending sound in
her sleep. And then she realized it was the phone.
"Hello."
"Good morning, Mistress."
"Steven?"
"Did I wake you?"
"Not really. I was just dozing on and off. Where are you? Are you in Texas
already? Did you call me Mistress?" The last question was asked with groggy
hope.
"I'm at the airport. No, I'm not in Texas yet. And yes, I called you
Mistress!" Kathleen could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.
"Is that supposed to be funny?" She yawned.
"Not really, Kath. I've decided I will be your slave. I'm going to prove to
you that I really do mean it when I say I'll do anything for you."
She felt the twitch in her stomach as he spoke. As his words sank in, she lay
there, enjoying the sudden heat they sparked. The blankets felt cumbersome,
so she kicked them off. The morning sun, peeking through the open blinds,
highlighted her naked form against the soft, cotton sheets. She felt warm to
the core.
"Kathleen, did you hear me?"
She rolled on to her back and stretched like a feline. "Yes, Steven. I heard
you."
"Well, aren't you going to say anything?" He didn't try to hide the
disappointment in his voice.
Kathleen was very excited about the possibilities, but she wasn't ready to
let Steven know that just yet. So she yawned again and mumbled, "OK, Steven,
we'll see how it goes."
His enthusiasm deflated. "Then I guess I'll see you when I get back."
"OK, Steven. Have a good trip." She let silent moments pass, and just as he
started to say good-bye, she continued, "Oh, and Steven?"
"Yes?"
"You should know that I'm lying here naked, with my knees up, my legs
slightly apart, and my fingers are just about to dip into my pussy."
"God, Kathleen. What a time to tell me that!"
"Does that remind you of anything?"
"Uh-huh."
She recognized his arousal in the tiny crack in his voice and the way the air
whooshed out of him. She felt wonderfully powerful.
"Steven, I've decided to begin your enslavement. Promise me you won't
masturbate the entire time you're gone."
"Damn it, Kathleen. I've got to go. They're calling my flight."
"Promise me!"
"YES, I promise, I'll call you later, as soon as the plane lands."
"I'll be waiting, expectantly. Now say, 'Good-bye, Mistress'."
"Good-bye, Mistress."
As she hung up the phone, Kathleen knew his compliance was simply a way to
end the conversation quickly, but she didn't care. He had said it. She smiled
easily and squirmed against the mattress. The whole conversation replayed in
her head, and she laughed out loud. Her hands lazily explored her
electrolyzed bare skin. Her nipples tingled and hardened beneath her
fingertips. She sniggered with her intent; just because she told him not to
touch himself didn't mean _she_ couldn't touch _her_self.
And she proceeded to do just that.
*******************************
The morning housework flew by. Kathleen's spirits soared and even the same
tiresome chores seemed exhilarating. She hadn't looked at the clock as she
picked up Steven's miscellaneous items strung all over the house, or while
she dusted and vacuumed, or even when she tackled the dishes piled high in
the sink from last night's dinner. She felt strong and energized, and giggled
with the bizarre thought of checking her backside for an Eveready battery
pack. Apparently, either a small taste of power or a powerful orgasm was just
the thing to spring her into action.
She flopped down on the couch, brushed back the hair clinging to the fine
sheen of perspiration beaded up on her face, and then noticed it was getting
late. Steven should have called by now. She let a moment of worry about plane
crashes be overruled by the idea that he should be punished. Her eyes closed
and her head slumped back on the couch. Visions of hot coals, Chinese water
torture, and solitary confinement rustled through her brain. Nah, she
thought, the goal in her fantasy wasn't to be a sadistic prison guard. Not
this fantasy anyway. After all, he'd only forgotten to call. What happens to
people when they forget, she wondered? An idea wheedled its way into her head
and began to blossom.
*************************
Kathleen sat motionless in front of her computer. She'd been at a loss for
days now about what her next book should be about. The deadline for the first
chapter loomed. The date was boldly circled in brightly-colored gel pen on
her desk calendar. She knew her editor was in a panic. She also knew he had
shown great restraint in only calling her twice to see how she was doing.
She jumped at the ring from the phone and whispered a silent thank-you for
the reprieve from her meaningless dawdling.
"Hello," Kathleen answered.
"Kathleen, look I'm sorry, I was in a rush. Bob Rickman wanted us to meet in
Rucker's office as soon as the plane landed. I'm about to go in for another
quick meeting before heading over to the hotel. I'll call you from there. OK?"
"Steven?"
"Yes?" His voice was hurried and unfocused. Kathleen knew he was rushed, and
she had a twinge of sympathy for him. But she felt the need to set a standard.
"Steven, you were supposed to call hours ago. You said you would and I
expected a call. You've kept me waiting, and I think you deserve to be
disciplined for it."
"Oh Christ, Kathleen. I said I was sorry."
"Your apology is accepted. But that does nothing to remind you not to let it
happen again." She kept her voice soft, nearly a whisper, and devoid of
emotion.
"It won't, Kathleen. I've got to go, hon. I need to make a quick pit stop and
then to this meeting."
"Steven, even now you've forgotten to call me Mistress. So obviously you _do_
need a reminder."
"Oh, that. Well, I thought that was for play time but_ OK_, Mistress." He
slowed when he said 'Mistress', and Kathleen knew she had gotten his
attention.
"Steven? When you go to the bathroom for your pit stop, I want you to take a
string, or something that you can tie a knot with. After relieving yourself,
tie it around the base of your penis and leave it there until you talk to me
again."
"Kathleen, I can't do that!" Steven's inflection had the telling tone of
attempting to whisper while looking around to see if anyone could hear him.
"'Anything,' Steven. Remember?"
"Yes, Mistress!"
"When will you take it off, Steven?"
"When I call and talk to you later."
"Talk to you soon, Steven. I imagine you won't forget to call when you say
you will again!"
Kathleen clicked the phone dead. She felt confident he would do it. He
sounded shocked when she first suggested tying something around his penis,
but she recognized his interest, and she was pleased with his submissive,
"Yes."
******************************
Kathleen was plugged in to power. It was stimulating. Too invigorating in
fact to sit stoned face in front of the computer. She picked up the phone,
dialed Jacey's number, and asked if she wanted to meet for dinner.
Jacey and Kathleen had been friends for years. They could tell each other
anything, ask anything from the other, and depended on each other for just
about anything. Including a quick dinner at a moment's notice.
As Kathleen entered the diner, she was glad they had agreed upon their
regular place. She was in the mood for a burger and fries. She looked around
for Jacey, but didn't see her, so slipped into a booth. She purposely found
one where she could keep an eye on the clock.
The waitress, Dottie, rambled up to the table, nodded her head with a slight
smile of familiarity borne from Kathleen and Jacey's frequent visits.
"You waitin' for your friend?" Dottie wasn't a brain surgeon; in fact she was
a typical waitress in a small diner. Her hair was bleached and piled as high
on her head as the morning stack of pancakes. She chewed her gum with more
zeal than a dehydrated man after water. Her uniform hugged her doughy flesh
like a second skin, with stains of most things offered on the menu scattered
over it. But she was efficient, and thankfully knew who would be interested
in idle chat and who wouldn't. Kathleen had been willing to listen at first,
but Dottie had mercifully run out of things to tell her a long time ago.
"Yes, I'll just take an ice tea while I wait."
Kathleen glanced up at the clock. Steven should be getting to the hotel just
about now. She'd decided while getting ready for dinner that his little
reminder might work better if it was on longer than he had expected. She
smiled at the thought of him hurrying into his hotel room, grabbing the
phone, anticipating a quick ok for release of his "bind", only to be thwarted
by an answering machine.
"Well, you look pleased as punch. Did they finally add something good to the
menu around here?" Jacey smirked as she scooted in the opposite side of the
booth.
Kathleen laughed, "Not bloody likely!" They picked up their menus, did a
once-over, saw nothing new, so closed them. They always chose the same thing,
so the menus were superfluous.
"So why the big smile?"
Kathleen wasn't quite ready to discuss what she and Steven were doing. She
knew in time she might tell Jacey everything from beginning to end, but right
now she wanted it to be just between Steven and herself. It made it more
exciting and more intimate. So she made up an answer.
"I was just wondering if Dottie pushed that gum to the roof of her mouth when
she gave a blow-job, or does she refuse to give blow-jobs for fear of
toppling over from that Tower of Pisa hair she has!"
"Oh my god, Kathleen, you can be so bad sometimes," Jacey chastised. But they
both knew it was more of a compliment than a reprimand. "Actually," Jacey
continued, "I think she chews the gum as a breath mint after she gives a
blow-job."
"Eeew!" they said in unison.
The rest of the evening continued with the same sort of conversation until
sandwiches and fries were gone and everyone that came into view was studied
and given a nickname. The nickname would be derived by what the two friends
would concoct about that person's sex life. Their jaws ached from laughing by
the time they were finished.
It was a wonderful, refreshing evening lollygagging with Jacey. Kathleen took
fleeting glimpses at the clock, and enjoyed the feeling of authority that
escalated as time passed. By the time she had said her good-byes to Jacey
outside the diner, three hours had elapsed.
She still didn't hurry home. She went to the post office to drop off some
mail, and she stopped for a few groceries. She took the long route home and
sang robustly with every song that came on the radio.
The phone was ringing when she walked in the door. She felt the butterflies
of excitement fluttering in her stomach.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Where the hell have you been, Kathleen?" Steven sounded frustrated and a
little angry.
"Did you miss me, Steven?" She purposely lowered her voice to a seductive
echelon.
"I'm sitting here with a god damn tie on my penis. There was no string, so I
had to use my silk tie and the thing's been tangled up in my pubic hair more
times than I care to count. I had to tie the ends of the damn thing around my
waist, to keep it from falling off and it still keeps sliding up and down my
cock, rubbing me like an unpracticed school- girl. You know good and well I
missed you."
"That's a shame, Steven."
"That's all you have to say? That's a shame?"
"Did it remind you to call me?"
"I've called twelve times in the last four hours, Kathleen! Check the caller
ID."
She did a once over on the ID machine and saw that he indeed had called
twelve times. The butterflies of excitement gave up their fluttering for a
solid pummeling.
"Can an unpracticed school girl still get a rise in a well-practiced penis?
Kathleen asked. She couldn't help the escape of a little chuckle.
"In fact, yes, except when she does, the fear of a strangulated tally-whacker
dulls the effect," Steven answered jokingly. Sexual banter was a mainstay in
their relationship and could always dull any minor irritations.
"Steven, why did I have you tie something around your tally-whacker? And by
the way, I can't believe you called it a tally-whacker."
"Because I didn't call. Now can I please take it off? My tally-whacker wants
to be free."
"Come on Steven. You have a little more imagination than that, don't you?"
"I supposed you meant it like the old adage of tying a string around your
finger to remember something."
"Exactly! Are you sure you still want to be my slave to prove you'll do
anything?"
Steven hesitated and then answered cautiously. "Yes, I do, Mistress."
His heavy breathing was palpable in his wary agreement.
Kathleen felt the rush of command pipe through her body. She felt vibrant,
alive, and sensual. Her voice was breathy and sexy, yet still demanding,
"Steven, take your pants off!"
"They're off, they've been off."
"And your boxers?
"They're off as well."
"Steven, I want you to slowly remove the tie, let the silk drag against the
shaft of your penis."
"Damn, Kathleen, you've never acted this way before, it's a real turn-on ...
Ahh ..." Steven sucked in his breath. "OK, I am, Mis ..."
"You're not allowed to touch your penis with your hand, Steven"
"Oh, god Kath. You're killing me."
"That hard-on is for me, only for me, and you're not to do anything about it
until you're here with me!"
"Then for god's sake, talk about politics or something!"
"Steven, do you think the Washington Monument is as phallic as I do?"
"Very funny!"
"I'm going to hang up now Steven, I'll talk to you tomorrow morning when you
call me to wake me up."
"Come on, Kath, you can't leave me like this!"
"Yes, I can Steven, because you'll do anything!"
"Damn!"
"Goodnight, Steven."
"Goodnight, Kathleen ... I mean, Mistress."
The receiver echoed as it clicked back into its cradle. Kathleen beamed. She
knew she would enjoy this, but she never would have guessed how much. Her
panties were soaked with the sweet discharge of pleasure. She reached inside
the elastic and ran a fingertip down her juicy slit. She couldn't wait to
make Steven do this task for her, over and over until she said 'stop'. She
pressed the nub of her clitoris, all swollen with need and surprised herself
with a sudden climax.
Oh, yes, this was getting very interesting!
***********************************
The next morning when Steven called, she got right to the point.
"Steven, I want a souvenir."
"Alright, Mistress, what shall it be? A key ring, a fountain pen, or a
T-shirt?"
"No, I want you to find a sex toy shop and visit it. I want you to spend at
least fifteen minutes in the store, and I want you to buy something for me
and something for you!"
"Geez, Kathleen I haven't been to a store like that since I was in college."
"I don't imagine they've changed a whole lot, Steven."
"What should I buy?"
"It's totally up to you. Surprise me!"
"So no matter what I get, you'll use it?"
Kathleen laughingly replied, "I didn't say that! I just said get something
for each of us."
"Only fifteen minutes, huh? I can't even see a peep show in that short amount
of time."
"Oh, I hadn't thought of that, OK, spend half an hour!"
"No way, Kathleen, I was joking."
She had been counting on his sense of proper decorum to make him just_
uncomfortable_ enough. Now she was fairly certain it would.
"I'll talk to you later, after your little expedition to the dark side of
town."
"You're a mean woman, Kathleen Elizabeth. But a heck of a Mistress!"
****************************
The computer sat across the room, humming as it always did. Kathleen looked
at it and swore it was bellyaching, groaning because she was ignoring it. An
idea would come, she was sure of it; she just hoped it was sooner rather than
later.
In the meantime, the day was a gorgeous one. The sun was shining, the
humidity was low, and the flowers in the garden were suffocating from weeds.
She donned a tank shirt and her old cut-off shorts, grabbed her gardening
gloves, and hurried outside.
By the time she was finished, her flower garden was worthy of a magazine
layout. It made her think of the nursery rhyme:
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cocker shells
And pretty maids, in a row.
She mused about the verse for a second or two and then thought about Steven
lurking in the aisles at the sex toy store, gazing at silver bells and maids
in a row.
It suddenly dawned on her how completely sexual all nursery rhymes really
were. Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater; Little Jack Horner, sticking in his thumb;
why, people in a certain frame of mind could even argue that Miss Muffet was
lesbian.
She was mulling that over and trying to remember every single nursery rhyme
she could think of when she heard the phone ringing from inside the house.
She rushed in to answer.
"Yessssssss?" Her breathing was heavy and staccato-like.
"Starting without me, babe?"
"Actually, I was just wondering why Georgie Porgie's kisses made the girls
cry."
"Huh?"
"Never mind! So, since I'm getting this call, I take it you've had a
successful mission."
"You were right, they haven't changed much. In fact, I think some of the
items on the shelves haven't been moved since I was in college."
"Maybe the owners know something about dust being an overpowering
aphrodisiac. That could explain why whenever it builds up in our house, I
would rather fuck than clean."
"In that case don't lift a finger until I get home tomorrow!"
"Too late, I've lifted a finger, used a finger and enjoyed a finger!"
"That's a little unfair, isn't it? Since I'm not supposed to touch at all."
"Steven, darling, it's not supposed to be fair. Now, tell me all about the
sex store!"
"Luckily, Bob had rented a car and let me borrow it. I was afraid I was going
to have to grab a taxi. The idea of asking a cab driver to take me to the
nearest sex store was a little frightening. Not to mention, with the cabbies
around here, he might have wanted to come in with me. And knowing my luck,
the meter would be running the whole time!" Steven laughed at his own joke,
and Kathleen giggled with him.
"Yeah, but I bet a cab driver would know the best spots!" Kathleen
interjected. Steven ignored that and continued.
"Anyway, I walk in and it's as dark as a tomb. Everyone in the place glances
up like guilty accomplices. I stood there trying to adjust to the light, but
I guess I must have looked like I was frozen, because an employee walks over
and asks if I need some help."
"Frozen, sure, but were you stiff?"
"Cute, Kathleen. So I tell her not really, I was just going to browse. And
she tells me that browsing is allowed but standing still with your hands in
your pockets for a long time isn't. I think she was joking, but I'm not sure,
because she just turned and walked away."
"Is that a dildo in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
"Are you going to keep this up?"
"Keeping it up is my goal, darling!"
"Kathleen, do you want to hear this or not?" Steven asked with false
agitation.
"Oh, all right, go on. I'll try not to interrupt."
"Anyhow, I browse for exactly twelve minutes, thinking I had already been
there three minutes, and finally grab the two closest things I can get to and
rush out."
"Oh, Steven, you're such a prude! What did you get?"
"Nipple clamps and a butt plug!"
Kathleen sputtered trying to respond. So much for Steven being a prude! She
never would have guessed he would go through a checkout line with items like
that.
"Told you I would do anything for you, Kathleen." Steven spoke with pride and
a little tenderness.
She gained her composure before speaking, "And whose is who's?"
"Oh, uh, well, damn, I don't know, I didn't think about that. I just wanted
to shock you a little."
Kathleen was shocked but was getting over that quickly, and she couldn't wait
to turn the tables.
"Well Steven, you've done very nicely. Hmm, I guess this means you should be
rewarded. I think I'm going to let you masturbate tonight, Steven. In fact,
I'm going to insist on it!" Even Kathleen could hear the sinister tone that
had sneaked into her voice.
"Well, if you insist, Mistress."
"But Steven? Before you do, I have two demands. First, you have to choose one
of those toys to use while you're masturbating. Don't tell me until you get
home tomorrow which one you chose. And secondly, I want you to masturbate
over a mirror, watching yourself. I want you to spurt your load onto the
mirror, and afterwards, write my name in your jism as a reminder of who let
you have that orgasm."
There was total silence on the phone.
"Steven?"
"My god, Kathleen, I've never been so hard as I am right now!"
"Good! Then you won't need much encouragement to follow through with my
demands. Goodbye, Steven"
Kathleen hung up quickly, not allowing him to say anything else. She waited a
few seconds to see if he would call back. When he didn't, she smiled. She
imagined him sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, trying to decide which
toy to use. She figured the hard-on would make either toy appealing as long
as it meant he could ejaculate.
Power was a sublime thing to have. She didn't want omnipotence - that sounded
like too much work and way too much responsibility - but a little power was
turning out to be the most fun she'd had in a long time.
A light bulb went off in Kathleen's head. The idea for her next book sizzled
in her brain.
She catapulted to the computer. When the disc drive sped up to power, it
welcomed her like a long, lost friend.
The phone rang before she had even opened her Word file. She figured it was
Steven and his hand job was vying for a spot in the book of Guinness for one
of the quickest.
"Rosie and her four sisters didn't break a sweat on that one, did they?"
Kathleen answered.
"Who's Rosie?" Jacey asked and then laughed with sudden understanding. "On
second thought, don't answer that!"
"Oh, Geez! Jacey! I thought you were Steven!" Kathleen choked on her own
laughter, but laughing didn't keep her from blushing.
"So, Steven's got a hot date with his hand tonight, huh?"
"Um-huh. I guess pocket pool is a favorite past-time in Texas."
"And Florida and Colorado and Arizona, Oh and especially Washington D.C."
They both laughed softly.
"What's up, Jace?"
"Nothing much! I was just about to take a hot bath and read a little. I
thought I'd call and see if you were still doing OK by yourself."
"Oh hell, I'm fine. I don't mind these little trips Steven takes. Gives me a
chance to get caught up on things."
"You have been in a good mood, so it can't be too bad."
"Well, I've stumbled upon a mood enhancer. And as soon as I work out all the
kinks, I'll share it with you."
"A mood enhancer? If you're using drugs, Kathleen, I want some right now. You
know we always share everything."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Kathleen said, but blushed again at the thing she wasn't
sharing with her best friend. "No, Jace, it's not drugs. We gave those up a
long time ago, remember?"
"Hell, why did we do that again?"
"Something about losing our self-respect, our jobs, and having no money to
shop with!"
"Oh, yeah. We did the right thing! If we couldn't shop we might as well die!
Lord! I guess it's time for me to go take my bath. I'm starting to sound like
a Nancy Reagan anti-drug campaigner."
"Nancy could have used your help, Jace! Thanks for the check-up call. Enjoy
your bath."
Kathleen knew Jacey would have held out for a little longer conversation, but
she had research to do. She turned back to the computer, grasped the mouse
like a long lost friend, and clicked the search button. When she stumbled
across the art of Mehendi, her plans for Steven were cemented. The Internet
really could be enlightening.
The hours ticked by without Kathleen noticing. It was always the same with a
new idea. The excitement would build inside her until she could burst. This
time it was doubly exciting. Not only was she going to surprise Steven, she
was also going to give her editor some breathing room. The adrenaline rush
could only be compared to an amphetamine high.
She sat back and reread the last paragraph. The spot between her shoulder
blades was aching. She rubbed her neck and slowly rotated her head. She
needed a massage. She mentally added that to the growing list of things she
had planned for Steven. She glanced at the clock. He would be home in less
than twelve hours. Kathleen had shopping to do. She tapped the "save" button
and rushed out to get the things she needed to make everything perfect for
her slave when he arrived home.
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Anything You Ask, Part 1 of 2
by Desdmona
Copyright Sept 2000
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