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Date: Sun, 10 Oct 2004 21:10:02 -0400
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Now that you know.
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' It is considered rude to say no before giving a reason, 
because we are expected to do our best, so as not to
hurt the other people's feelings by rejecting their offers.'  


Now that he knew his way around the conference, Ian was able to circumnavigate
the crowds and make for the places that were of greatest interest to him.  He
bypassed the most popular places and looked into the smaller rooms that were
dotted around the place.  

It was after completing one of these sorties that Ian spied her across the main
hall. He was raising his head after coming out of one of the narrow little
rooms, when he caught her eye through the crowds.  He nodded his head in her
direction and smiled when she bowed formally in response.  

She seemed quite insignificant in the crowd that swirled around the conference
and yet she drew him to her. She had adopted the local garb and wrapped herself
in a colourful kimono that mixed oranges and yellows and browns to give an
autumnal aspect.  The design included maple leaves and the sash was dotted with
chrysanthemum flowers. 

The white flowers contrasted neatly with the black velvet slippers with red
straps that she wore on her feet. To Ian it seemed that the simplicity of her
apparel was designed to detract attention from her by fitting in with the local
scene. Yet the very adoption of that garb drew him to her.

'My goodness, you are a find,' he boomed loudly, as he broke through the crowd
and put out his hand. 'I'm Ian Barcello.'

'I guessed this from your conference badge, Mr Barcello,' she responded
quietly, bowing from the waist, emulating local custom.

'And you? You're Tessa Lander?' 
 
She nodded and looked over to him, her hands clasped together, folded into the
kimono

'It is interesting having a scene conference here so far away from most of the
proponents of the scene,' he remarked vaguely.

'It is interesting that the delegates of the conference often do not know the
origins of their scene, sir,' she replied looking up at him with liquid eyes.
'Might I recommend you to the 'origins of D/s plenary'?'
 
'Thank you, I'll take that on advice.'

'The advice was well-intended sir.'

'And you, Tessa, what of your origins?' 

'I am Tessa, sir.  That is all you really need to know.'

'Very well; are you owned Tessa?' 
 
'I belong, sir.'
 
'That's good,' Ian preened. 'But, Tessa, while you're with me your new name is
slave.'
 
'The mouth becomes exhausted, if it talks too much, sir.'
 
'Then come here, Tessa,' he insisted, sitting down on the couch in the little
anteroom to the conference that she seemed to have made her own and looked up
at her. 'I can always fill your mouth with something to give pause to
conversation.'

'Sometimes,' she mused out loud, looking over at him quickly and then looking
back down at the tiled floor. 'Sometimes, it is better to keep your thoughts
inside you.'
 
'I think I understand that.'
 
'Then do not insult my intelligence, sir.'
 
'How did I insult you?'
 
'By trying to aggrandise yourself at my expense and abusing my mouth with your
perverse fantasies.'

Ian hesitated, taken aback at the forcefulness of her reply, wondering for a
moment if he should get up and leave her.
 
'I --I do apologise Tessa,' he stuttered eventually. 'I am not used to dealing
with people that actually have minds as you do.'
 
'You could respect those with and without minds, sir, and then you would not
err again. Yet, I thank you for the retraction.'

He lifted a single rose from the table beside the couch and handed it up to
her.  She made no effort to take the bud, but pursed her lips into a half smile
in recognition of the gesture.

'I am truly sorry,' he apologised letting the bud droop in his fist. 
 
'I did not mean to be overly sharp, sir.'

'It's all right, Tessa. I didn't mean to come off so demanding all at once,'
Ian sat back and deposited the scrunched up flower back on the table. 'I
promise that I will treat you with respect as long as you treat me with the
same.'
  
'I will tolerate you sir,' she frowned approaching him and picking up the
flower, straitening the step and smoothing the petals down, 'but I will not
tolerate your imbecilities gladly. Nor would you.'
 
'No, I would most certainly not,' Ian agreed, 'but I do promise you the
punishment would be swift.'
 
'Punishments are merely weights to slow the tongue down, sir.'
 
'I know that Tessa. Would you like to sit down?'
 
'I would prefer to kneel, sir, if you will permit.'
 
'That is fine.'
 
'Thank you, sir.'
 
He watched her kneel unselfconsciously. As he looked her up and down, Ian
admired the way the kimono folded around her.  Then he stood up and walked
across to the door of the little room, pushing it to and closing them off from
the babble of voices outside.
  
'Would you mind if you disrobed?'
 
'Is the kimono too vibrant and colourful, sir?'
 
'Yes, it is.'
 
'Then, I will remove it.'

She stood once again and pulled the robe off her shoulders showing a fine
lightly tanned collarbone and the gentle swell of her breasts covered by narrow
Velcro straps that matched the bright red straps and black velvet of her open
Geta sandals.  He admired her form as she stroked the soft cream lining of her
kimono thoughtfully and looked away from him, allowing him the freedom of her
person.

'Thank you, Tessa,' he smiled, watching her.  His eyes widened as further
Velcro came into view, enjoying the sight of her naked thighs on display to
him.
 
'Shall I remove the sandals too, sir?'
 
'No, those may stay on, if you wish.'
 
'The black and red vinyl is a fine contrast to the flesh, sir.'
 
'I see they match the red velvet thongs you wear beneath your kimono.'
 
'Is that not elegant, sir?'

'Sartorially speaking, yes, but I would like to see everything taken off,
Tessa.'
 
'Is it not immodest of me, sir, to kneel so undressed before you?'
 
'No, I don't think so.'
 
'Then I shall bare for you, sir,' she agreed pulling the straps away from her
breasts to reveal the light brown areola and reaching down to show off the
faint hint of pubic down.
 
'Thank you, Tessa, your obedience does you credit and gives me great pleasure.'
 
'Your pleasure redoubles mine, sir,' she replied crouching down into a ball and
hiding the revelation of her small body from him.

'I don't mean to sound rude, Tessa, but I would love to see more of you.'

'I may offer up more in time, sir, should you come to know me, but not now if
you please.'

'That's fine, Tessa. I understand.' 

She nodded almost imperceptibly as she crouched naked before him.

'I apologise if I come off as inconsiderate.' 

'You, perhaps, need someone more brazen than I tonight sir.'

'No, I adore you already. Am I not acceptable for you?'
 
'That is not the issue, sir.'
 
'I'm sorry, I must be confused,' he shrugged his shoulders, stood up and picked
up the discarded kimono holding it out for her to step into.
 
She stood besides him and slipped into the proffered robe, drawing the belt
around her and bowed from the waist.

I don't deserve your respect, Tessa,' he sighed, nodding his head, ' but thank
you anyhow.'
 
 'I appreciated your efforts nonetheless, sir,' she smiled, holding out her
hands in front of her and bowing again.
 
'Are we acceptable for each other then? Should we make this a union?'
 
'Make this a union, sir?'
 
'Celebrate this beautiful relationship that we have started?' Ian said
hopefully, holding out his hand to her.
 
'It is more pleasant than many, sir,' she responded ambiguously.
 
'If it is more pleasant, what say you?' Ian pressed her, still holding his hand
up in the air, waiting for her to take it. 

' It would be bad manners for me to refuse your offer directly, sir.'

'Then accept me, as I have come to know you.'

'Would it hurt your feelings to do otherwise?'

'You really are the gentlest of ladies.'

'Enjoy the conference, sir,' she murmured, turning away from him. 'I really am
ready to bid you the gentlest of farewells, Mr Barcello, now that you know what
you have lost.'

c10/04
T
Good women are never remembered in History 

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