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The Domme's Romance By JRD "He had the nerve to call me abusive!" the woman ranted. "Me! His older sister! He told me that I made a habit of always doing and saying the things which would cause him the most emotional pain I could! Imagine!" Jenny Thompson, professional Dominatrix and Dominatrix trainer, replied, "Just imagine." Of course, had she been of a mind to, she could've pointed out that the woman was hiring a Dominatrix to abuse her brother in an attempt to get revenge for his unfairly calling her abusive, but she wasn't about to blow a potential job by doing so. "So you want us to kidnap and feminize him?" "Just enough to punish him. I don't want him hurt physically, at least nothing permanent. He's been through enough in that way." "How so? Was he abused as a child?" "Oh, no. It's just that he's got MS. He's partially disabled because of it." "To what extent?" "He can't walk without a walker, and even with it, he's limited to about 50 feet. Otherwise he has to use a wheelchair. Is that going to be a problem?" "No, we can still accommodate you. But, that is going to increase your bill somewhat." "Really? How much? I came to you because a friend said you could arrange this at a cheaper price than most." "Miss Grady, the reason I can offer a reduced price is because I run a Dominatrix training school. The price you get is dependent upon the skill of the trainee. Now with a handicapped person, there are some extra difficulties involved. If the person can't differentiate between the emotional stresses of being handicapped and being feminized, then the added stress could break them altogether, leaving a mental and emotional vegetable. But if they can differentiate, the fact that they live with the emotional stress of a handicap means they need more work to break. In either case, it's going to require more experience than a non-handicapped person might require." "How much?" Jenny smiled. "Don't worry. If the price is too great, we can work out a payment plan." "When can you start?" "We'll kidnap him tomorrow." ***** THE NEXT DAY... Randall Grady woke up. It took him a few seconds to shake off the sleep, making him realize that he had been drugged. Usually, he woke right up, since one of the problems with his MS was that he was unable to get into a good, deep sleep. He was also much further from the edge of the bed than usual. Normally, he slept close to the edge in order to swing his legs right off in the morning. As he started to rise, he felt a hand on the back of his neck pressing him down to the bed. A stern, female voice told him, "You were not given permission to rise." Randall sighed. "If I may ask, who am I addressing?" This surprised the trainee Domme. She was one of the most experienced trainees, almost ready to start a "business" of her own, and in her experience she had dealt with anger, fear, rage, despair, and even fake, sarcastic politeness, but there had been no trace of any of that in the man's question. He had been polite to the point of true respect. "You may address me as Mistress Amanda." Randall managed to get up into a long sitting position. "Well, Mistress Amanda, do you mind if I stretch? If I don't stretch first thing, my body's a bitch to deal with all day." Mistress Amanda nodded. As Randall leaned forward, stretching his hamstrings, she said, "You're surprisingly respectful." With his face buried between his legs, he replied, "Before he died, my dad taught me to always treat a lady like a lady, until she proved herself to be otherwise. Although I suppose having my face shoved into the mattress here might qualify as doing that. But what they hey, I'm a very forgiving person." "Just keep that attitude and I won't have to make your life hell." At this, Randall stopped and looked up at Amanda. Now Amanda had expected one of many things from him, but not what she got. A broad smile covered his face, and he started to laugh. Not a sarcastic or disbelieving laugh, but an honest, bemused laugh. The kind one gives when one has heard something truly funny. Amanda, angered, demanded, "What's so funny?" Randall grabbed the back of his legs and said, "Could you step back from the bed? I need to swing my legs off and I don't want to kick you." Without moving, Amanda said, "Tell me what's so funny." "I'll tell you, but I need to get to the edge of the bed to continue my stretching." Amanda didn't move. "Okay, but you'll be sorry." Randall collapsed back on his back. "To be honest, I find your statement that you plan on making my life hell to be highly amusing." "And why is that?" Randall sighed. "Since I got this "condition" and wound up needing to use a wheelchair more often than not, my "friends" have slowly disappeared. They "forget" appointments, they don't return phone calls, and when I do manage to catch them at home, they're usually vague and indirect about plans. "Most of my workplace training has been in the realm of physical stuff that I can no longer do, so now, I'm having to go back to school and retrain myself in a new field, right alongside kids a decade my junior. "My body seems to be stuck between two extremes, either my bowels and bladder don't want to work at all or I lose any control I might ever have had, usually in a public place. "And now, on top of everything, my older sister has decided to have me, what, professionally punished, intimidated, feminized?" "Feminized. How did you know it was your older sister?" "To tell you the truth, I didn't until just now when you admitted it." Amanda cringed inwardly. It was a stupid, amateur mistake and she had made it. "But it wasn't that hard to figure out. My few female friends are too nice to pull a stunt like this. Only my two sisters have a problem with me, and only my older sister has the contacts, moxie and cruel nature to try a stunt like this. My little sister may be nasty and overly sarcastic, but she's not cruel. "And as I was saying, with everything that's going on in my life, you have no chance of making my life hell, for the simple reason that it already is hell." Then Randall gave Amanda an impish grin that cut her to the core. Not wanting to show Randall how much he had affected her, she just said, "We'll see. Now get up." "Can't." "Are you defying me?" Amanda almost yelled. "Oh, no. At least not intentionally. You see, I felt my hips start to stiffen and straighten out. Had I gotten to the edge of the bed, I could've prevented it from happening, but that would've meant kicking you, and since you refused to move..." Randall shrugged. "So I'm going to need either you or a stooge of yours to help to get to the edge of the bed and sit up." Randall extended a hand to her. Amanda just looked at it. "And what would you do if this had happened at home?" Randall left the hand where it was. "If I were at home, one, I wouldn't have had a tall, statuesque blonde in my way as I swung my legs off the edge of the bed. Two, I wouldn't have been as far from the edge of the bed as I am here. And three, I wouldn't have slept through the last dosage of my medication due to being drugged into unconsciousness, and my hips would not have stiffened as quickly as they did. Speaking of which, did anybody think to take my medication with them when they brought me here?" "You'll get your medication if you behave like a good little girl." Randall shrugged. "Your headache." "What's that supposed to mean?" "The medication isn't for pain or anything like that. It's to remove the stiffness in my body. Anything, and I mean anything, you want me to do is going to be about five to ten times harder without it then with. And, being completely honest, I don't intend to put any more energy into fighting my body's stiffness without the meds than I would with them." "Then I will beat you." Randall closed one eye and seemed to consider it. Finally he said, "Okay, works for me." "What?" "You beating me. That works for me." "You WANT me to beat you?" "Want, no. Expect, yes. You really don't think I plan to make this easy on you, do you? I was expecting to be beaten somewhere along the way. It is what you do after all. Now are you going to help me up, or send somebody in to help me up, because I really can't get up right now without help." Amanda growled and left the room, leaving Randall to smile that impish smile. ***** LATER IN RANDALL'S "TRAINING"... "You want higher heels?" Amanda asked, incredulous. "Want is irrelevant. I'm simply saying you might as well give me higher heels, because the height of the heel is not a factor. There is no way I'm going to be able to manage to walk with the walker in heels of any size. One inch, four inch, six inch, whatever inch, it doesn't matter. I'm going to fall over and hurt myself. And since I am going to fall over and hurt myself, the size of the heel that causes it isn't really relevant, is it?" "Then I'll put you in the wheelchair." "Well then my feet will be completely off the ground, and, once again, the size of the heel will be irrelevant." "But higher heels will make you look more effeminate." Randall shrugged in that way that infuriated Amanda. "So?" Amanda growled and left the room, leaving Randall to smile that impish smile. ***** EVEN LATER IN RANDALL'S TRAINING... "You want to take me to the mall?" Randall asked. "In full drag, of course." "Okay." "You don't have a problem with that, do you?" "Not in the slightest." Then Randall gave her that impish smile she hated and which let her know that he was thinking along lines she couldn't fathom. "What are you planning?" she demanded. "Planning? What makes you think I'm planning anything?" "That... smile." She almost made the mistake of saying annoying smile. But that would've let him know he was getting to her. "It always lets me know you're planning something." "I did not know that." The smile broadened implying that he knew exactly what his smile did to her. "But since you asked so nice, I'll tell you. You take me to the mall, and once we get there, I'm gonna sit up tall in my wheelchair and start yelling and screaming at the top of my lungs about what you've been doing to me. I'm going to make such a ruckus that even if they don't believe me, they'll still arrest me for disturbing the peace." "You won't be embarrassed to be known to be a crossdresser?" Randall gave Amanda a look of confusion as if he couldn't understand what she was asking. "First off, I'm not a crossdresser, I'm a victim of enforced feminization, two totally separate things. Second, in case you weren't paying attention, I told you from the start that sometimes I pee all over myself. Hell, since I've been here, there have been times when I peed all over myself. Public embarrassment is not a factor for me. I've had to learn to deal with it. So you take me out and we become public spectacle number one." Amanda screamed and left the room, leaving Randall to smile that impish smile. ***** EVEN FURTHER IN RANDALL'S "TRAINING"... "Hell, no!" Randall said defiantly. "You WILL suck that man's cock!" "Not even in your wildest dreams." "You will suck that man's cock or I will beat you black and blue." "I don't want to seem too offensive here, but you seem to have a short memory. So I'll just remind you with four words. Been there, done that. When you had that guy fuck me up the ass, you beat me down, and even then, you still had to strap me to that stool in order to give him free access. Let me also say this, you are going to have to break my jaw before I'll take that cock into my mouth." "Maybe I'll just do that." Randall gave her that confused look which Amanda was sure was carefully orchestrated to make her think that he thought she was stupid for asking. "How do you expect to get any suction from a man with a broken jaw?" he said as though anything but a broken jaw was not an option. Amanda loudly screeched and left the room, leaving Randall to smile that impish smile. ***** LATER THAT DAY, IN THE HEAD DOMME'S OFFICE... "Enter." At Mistress Thompson's command, Amanda entered her office. "Ah, Amanda, how goes the Grady matter?" "Not well, ma'am. I seek your approval for hypnosis." "Are you sure? You know my opinion of hypnosis." Amanda got a dejected look on her face. "Yes, I know. A true Dominatrix resorts to hypnosis and/or drugs only as a last resort, instead relying on her skills of intimidation and psychological dominance in order to elicit compliance from the subject. But despite my effort Grady still remains resistant to commands." Amanda clearly felt that she had personally failed somehow. Mistress Thompson gave her a forgiving smile. "Don't be so hard on yourself. Randall Grady is a handicapped man who rose above an abusive family to start making a name for himself. He was bound to be a nearly impossible break." "I'd feel better if I could've just knocked that attitude out of him. Even if it had just been for a few minutes." Mistress Thompson got a concerned look on her face, which, Amanda, with her head hung low, missed. "Attitude? After 6 weeks, he's still got an attitude? What kind of attitude?" Amanda shuffled a bit in place. "I'm not sure how to describe it. It's like... he knows something. It's like no matter what I make him do, no matter what force is used against him, he's the one who's really in control." Mistress Thompson considered it. "I'll review your tapes and let you know later." As Amanda left the room, Mistress Thompson thought to her self, "This could be bad. Very, very bad." ***** TWO DAYS LATER... "Enter." Amanda walked in to the room. The dark, heavy curtains, usually closed, were open, giving the room an uncharacteristically bright look. Mistress Thompson waved at a chair and Amanda sat down. "You sent for me, ma'am?" "Yes, Amanda. I wanted you to know that I've decided to hypnotize Randall Grady." Amanda smiled. "Yes, ma'am. I'll arrange his program right away." "No need. I've already decided on his program. He'll be made to forget this place, and then released. He'll be found near the hospital closest to his place of residence." Amanda was incredulous. "Mistress, you can't..." Mistress Thompson affixed Amanda with a stern glare. "I mean, it is, of course, your decision. But, why?" "Because you'd never have broken him." "Mistress, I assure you. Give me another chance, and I'm sure I can get compliance." Mistress Thompson shook her head in the negative. "Ma'am, please. I... It's just..." "It's just that you're obsessing on him. When you're near him, getting him to obey is everything. When you're not near him, your every thought is of him. Perhaps even to the extent that you dream of him." Amanda wanted to deny it, wanted to protest, wanted to say that no one, especially not a man could so dominate her life. But all she could say was, "How did you know?" Mistress Thompson stood and looked out the window, clasping her hands behind her back. "Amanda, there is a rare breed of male. Hell, a rare breed of human. They're always calm... collected... in control. They're always... serene. They always seem to know something the rest of us don't." "Mr. Grady?" Mistress Thompson nodded. "These people are damn near unbreakable. They can only be broken by resorting to not only hypnosis, but hypnosis combined with drugs and/or crippling levels of pain. And even if we were approved for that level of attack, I'd have to have a lot better reason than a man calling his abusive sister abusive to resort to it." "So no one could've broken him?" "No one I know of. And I wouldn't want to lose another student in the trying." "Lose? Ma'am, surely this failure does not mean dismissal for me?" "It is not the failure which has made you useless to me, Amanda." "Useless? I don't understand." Mistress Thompson sighed. "Randall Grady, and any like him, has a spirit with a core of steel. As Dominatrixes, we deal with the opposite end of the spectrum, people with brittle, breakable souls. So when we encounter someone like Randall Grady, we're drawn to them like moths to a flame." Mistress Thompson turned and faced Amanda. "Amanda, you must go out and resolve your feelings towards Mr. Grady. You must try to become a part of his life. Until you do, you will be useless as a Domme. Every bit of resistance on anyone's part will remind you of him, and you will punish people needlessly because you cannot truly punish him." Amanda thought for a few minutes. "Do I have a chance with him?" "Honestly, not much of one. Consciously, he will not remember you, but subconsciously he will, and he will distance himself from you in order to protect himself. He won't know why, but he will do it." "So that's it? I'm doomed to obsess over a man I cannot have for the rest of my life?" "No. Once you have resolved your feelings, either by knowing for certain that you can't have him or by becoming a part of his life, you can return to us." Amanda gave Mistress Thompson a hopeful look. "You are dismissed now." Amanda got up and started to leave, but turned and said, "Mistress, when you talk of Randall Grady, you sound like you speak from experience." "Amanda, just because I understand your plight, don't presume on a familiarity you do not have." "Yes, ma'am." As Amanda prepared to leave, she thought she saw a tear escape from the Mistress's eye. ***** ONE WEEK LATER... Randall Grady sat in the food court of a local mall with his friend, Will, one of the few friends who had no problem associating with a handicapped person. "So, when you woke up in that hospital, you had no idea where the last six and half weeks had gone?" "Some vague flashes, but nothing concrete." "Excuse me." Will and Randall looked up into the face of a beautiful, statuesque blonde. She looked straight at Randall and said, "Hello, my name is Amanda. I hope I'm not being too forward, but I saw you across the way and decided to take a chance." "A chance?" "Well, I think you're a really sexy guy, and I was wondering if you were available for a little bite to eat." Before Randall could say anything, Will said, "Of course, he's available." Randall affixed Will with a glare that could've withered a healthy plant. "Excuse me, miss, but I've got to talk with my friend in private." Amanda nodded and walked away from the table. After she was out of earshot, Randall angrily said, "Just what the Hell do you think you're doing?" "Trying to get you a date." Before Randall could protest further, Will continued. "Look, ever since you got stuck in that chair, you've been gun shy about talking to anybody new, much less a woman. So now this absolute knockout decides to approach you and you're going to turn her down? Not while I'm around." "You don't understand. I'm not just afraid of making and losing a friend here." "So what? I mean what's the worst that can happen to you? You go out, you find out that you have nothing in common, and you part no worse off than you were when you woke up." Randall looked over at Amanda. "I wonder..." Will stood up. "Don't worry so much." He then walked over, discussed something with Amanda and walked away. Amanda walked over, and said, "Your friend just said that you might need a ride home. If you're worried I've got a big van. Plenty of space for your chair in back." Randall gave her a suspicious look, but finally asked, "How big?" "Full size van. Plenty of space." Randall considered it. "You willing to make a stop?" "Where?" "My church. I promised my reverend that I'd stop by and pick up some stuff for a charity auction." "Your friend didn't mention anything about that." "He didn't know about it. His car wasn't big enough to pick the stuff up, so I didn't bother to ask. I was going to call for a station wagon cab after I got home, but if you've got an empty van and wouldn't mind helping out..." Amanda was a little suspicious, but just said, "No problem." "Thanks, so let me buy you that bite to eat." "No, it's my treat." "Nonsense, your treat is helping out at the church. Now what would you like?" Amanda wanted to argue, she wasn't used to letting a man take the lead, but realized this might cause some problems down the road. So instead, she looked around and said, "Just some white rice and soy sauce. A girl's got to watch her figure." "Anything to drink?" "A Pepsi." Randall smiled. "A girl after my own heart. Be right back." Amanda watched as he went over to the Chinese food stand, and came back with a tray containing a serving of white rice, a large fried rice, two sodas, and a bottle of soy sauce. Amanda took her food, and poured some of the soy sauce over it. As she started eating, Randall asked something which almost made her choke, "So, what do you do for a living?" "I'm a... student." "Really? So am I. What are you studying? I'm studying computer programming." Damn. She should've seen that coming. "Uh, kind of a therapist-like job. I help people resolve hidden desires that they don't want others to know about. At least that's what I'll do when my studies are completed." Technically true if somewhat misleading. "Really? How long till your studies are done." "Well, I'm on a kind of hiatus right now. Decided to take a break from my studies." Before Randall could pursue this line any further, Amanda changed the subject. "So why are you in a wheelchair? If you don't mind me asking, that is." "Naw, I don't mind. I've got MS, Multiple Sclerosis." "Rough. Any chance of remission?" Randall shrugged. "Odds are against it, but the only predictable thing about MS is its unpredictability. I could go years without any change at all. I could wake up tomorrow and be totally paralyzed. I could wake up tomorrow and have all that I've lost restored. But if it follows the path it has, I'm looking at a steady, gradual lessening of my faculties over the next few years till I'm an unmoving vegetable." "You seem to be taking it well." "What am I gonna do? Yell, scream, rant and rave over something I have no control over?" "Most men would." "Something you should learn about me right off the bat. I'm not most men." "That's something I already knew," Amanda thought to herself. They finished the rest of the meal making small talk. Afterwards, they went to Amanda's van. From his wheelchair, Randall looked up at it. "Damn. I forget how high these things ride." "I can help you up if you want. I'm pretty sure I'm strong enough to lift you if necessary." Actually, Amanda knew she was strong enough, but she'd have a devil of a time explaining that if she admitted it. "Well, let's see. Could you get the door?" Amanda opened the door. Using the handle on the inside, Randall pulled himself to a standing position. He turned around and leaned back. "Cool. There's a handle in here." He grabbed the handle at the top inside of the door frame with both hands, and pulled himself up onto the seat. Amanda was slightly disappointed. She had wanted to try to help, but realized that she couldn't seem to avoid. One of the problems Randall had with his sister was that she would never help unless it was on her terms, trying to push her way into Randall's life by "helping" when he neither wanted nor needed it. Suddenly Randall said, "Oh, shit." Amanda then noticed it. Randall was experiencing a clonus attack, a state where the front muscles of his leg would war with the muscles in back, causing his knees to attempt to simultaneously contract and expand, making his whole leg vibrate uncontrollably until the attack was over. In and of itself not particularly bad at this juncture, but Amanda knew that when his legs underwent clonus, his hips would usually stiffen out, turning him into a board. And this, she realized would make him slide right back out onto the ground. And although fighting the clonus might wear him out enough to make him accept her help in getting back in, she thought that he'd probably resent having to accept that help. So she quickly stepped up and braced herself against his legs, preventing him from sliding out of the van. Randall's hips did indeed stiffen out, but since he was braced he only wound up laying across the two front seats of the van. After the clonus subsided, he extended his hand to Amanda, saying, "Help me up?" Amanda was reminded of that first day she had met him, back when his hips had stiffened out, but this time she gladly took his hand and helped him up to a sitting position. As she did, his knees bent as well, and he was able to swing his legs into the van. After Amanda stowed the wheelchair, they drove to the church in silence. When they got there and went in, Randall went and talked to the reverend (a very amiable fellow who Amanda couldn't help but like) while Amanda waited. After a few minutes the both of them came out loaded with boxes of clothes, stuffed animals, and various other stuff donated for charity. They loaded the van together (all three of them) and then Randall got back in, this time without assistance. They drove to the local convention center where the auction was to be held and unloaded. After they were finished, Amanda asked, "Do you want me to take you home?" Randall surprised her by saying, "Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie. I know it's kind of a highschoolish thing to do, but it's all I can afford on my Disability payment." Amanda smiled, but was privately ecstatic. "I'd like that. I really would." "Great. I felt guilty about taking advantage of your good will and wanted to pay you back for helping out." "Oh." And just as suddenly as Amanda's hope had been raised, it was crushed once more. The went out to see a movie. Amanda chose one of those sappy love flicks. Not really her cup of tea, but she was hoping Randall would get the hint. After the movie, when they got back to Randall's place, Amanda said, "Y'know, I don't have to be anywhere tomorrow morning." Randall sighed. "Yeah, but I do. The charity auction, remember?" "Oh, yeah." "Amanda, I'm not a total brickhead here. I know what you're really suggesting. But one of the problems with MS, at least my version, is a reduction of sexual desire. I need to know a woman, be involved with her, in order to be able to maintain a sexual relationship." Amanda was crestfallen. She had hoped she could make this a quick thing and get back to her life, but clearly this was not to be. Randall put his hand on hers. "I'm not saying it won't happen, I'm just saying it won't happen in a day or two. It may take a while. If you're willing to wait, that is." Amanda turned her hand over, lacing her fingers in his. "I'm willing to wait." ***** ONE MONTH LATER, AT THANKSGIVING DINNER... Amanda sat next to Randall as they ate. They had gone to the house of his little sister's in-laws for Thanksgiving dinner. Amanda was pleased, but their relationship was still Platonic and Amanda wondered if it would ever go any further. Randall rolled back from the table. "What's up?" she asked. "Just need to use the bathroom." "Need any help?" "You could set up my walker in the door frame." Amanda smiled and got the walker. As she walked away from the table, she noticed that Randall's older sister gave her a dirty look. Not because she knew who Amanda was, the two of them had never met, but because it was already clear that Randall had come to rely more on Amanda then he ever had on her. Amanda set up the walker just inside the door and helped Randall to his feet (the house was an almost impossible maze for a handicapped person). She closed the door after he went through and waited outside. Soon, however, she heard him growling at his body. She knocked on the door, and opened it enough to see him. "Rand," the nickname he let his friends use, "are you okay?" "Yes!" he growled angrily. She stepped inside. "No, you're not. I know that growl. You're having problems getting your body to do what you want." She stepped up behind him and put her hand on his shoulder. "Rand, if you want me to leave, I will. But I... I love you," three words Amanda thought she'd never utter to anyone, but knew as soon as she said them that they were true, "and I want to help." Randall looked at her. Finally he said, "I'm having trouble getting my dick out." Amanda smiled, reached around and into his pants, and freed his dick. And as he let his urine stream out, he did something that surprised and pleased her to no end. He leaned back, letting her support him as he stood. It was a small thing, but more than he had yet been willing to give her. After he was finished he let her zip up his pants and help him back to his chair. When they returned to the table, his older sister was clearly irate. "I heard what went on back there." Randall shrugged. "So?" "So you'd never have let me into the bathroom with you, but you let this... this... tramp in?" Amanda was livid. She leapt to her feet, ready to leap across the table and throttle an apology from this woman, sister or no. Rand's sister started to rise, but as she did, Rand slammed the table, moving it enough to catch her in her thighs, aborting her rise. Then he did something that surprised them all. He yelled. "I have had ENOUGH!" His sister attempted a stilted protest, but Rand cut her off. "No! No arguments! You want to know what the difference between you and her is? Why I let her help, but not you? It's because, ultimately, the choice was mine. If I'd have said no to her in the bathroom, she wouldn't have intruded. She wouldn't have been happy with the decision, but she wouldn't have intruded. You? If you'd have had the nerve to come into the bathroom with me, I'd have had to fight you off. You'd have gone for my pants no matter what I said or did. With her, helping is helping me. With you, helping is a way to prove how much YOU care. And that is why I want to leave with her, and why I never want to see you again." Rand turned to Amanda. "Do you mind us going? Now, I mean?" Amanda was somewhat stunned, but said, "Sure, no problem." Rand pulled away from the table and up to the exit. "You want to wait for your brother-in-law?" Rand's brother-in-law had been the one carrying him up and down the steps. "No. Just get my coat. You can carry me down." Amanda kissed Rand on the cheek, got his coat, helped him into it, then lifted him out of the chair and carried him down the steps to her van. She stood him up and steadied him against the car while she got out the keys. She helped him into the van, went around and started it, then went back upstairs to get the chair. His two sisters were arguing over it. His little sister was saying, "You can't hide his chair! He needs that to get around!" "I don't care! He needs to be punished for the way he's been treating me!" Amanda just snorted. When the two girls looked up at her, she said, "So you going to let me have the chair or you going to make me take it?" Rand's older sister stood between Amanda and the chair. "You wouldn't dare!" Amanda just looked at the floor, and repeatedly curled one finger in a "come here" gesture. When the sister came within whispering distance, Amanda turned so no one could see her lips and whispered, "First off, if I had to take everybody in this house down in order to get to that chair, I not only could, but would. Second, I really don't think anyone but you is going to stand in my way, and you're nothing more than a blip in my way. Third, if your brother hadn't intervened earlier, you'd be nothing more than a smear on the wall right now, so you really don't want to piss me off any further. And fourth, I happen to have some very good contacts in the underworld, and know that a little more than three months ago you paid a woman to have your brother beaten and humiliated. So unless you want your family finding out just what kind of an abusive bitch you are, you will get out of my way, and let me have that chair." Rand's sister was shocked. "You... They wouldn't believe you. It's your word against mine." "True. But I don't think your family is as blind to your abuses as you think they are. And even if they are, we both know your brother would find the story utterly believable." Not waiting for an answer, Amanda blew past the shocked sister and got Rand's chair and walker and carried them to the van. After packing it in the van, she got in. "Any problems?" Rand asked. "Well, your sister and I had a few words, but nothing big." "Did you hurt her?" Amanda gave a little half-laugh, half-snort. "You're really getting to know me too well. No, I didn't hurt her. I was seriously tempted, but I left her alone." "Thanks." They drove back to Rand's apartment. When Amanda pulled the parking brake, Rand put his hand on hers. "You don't have to leave tonight." Amanda stared at him in shocked silence. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Rand reached around with his right hand and took her by the back of her neck and pulled her close, kissing her tenderly, but deeply. When they broke, Amanda stared at him briefly, ran and got the wheelchair, then rushed him into his apartment, almost forgetting to lock the van behind her. When they got into the apartment, Rand has to stop her from rushing, even tough he felt the same way. Rand pulled off his coat and threw it to the floor as Amanda did the same. Rand pulled her down onto his lap and wheeled her to the bedroom. Amanda stood and waited as Rand used the walker to stand. "Would you get my pants?" Amanda reached across the walker and unsnapped his pants. As she did so, Rand leaned forward and kissed lightly at her earlobe, eliciting a surprised giggle from Amanda (she hadn't realized she was ticklish right there). After his pants had fallen to the floor, and Amanda had pulled down his underwear, Rand turned and sat on the bed. Amanda bent down and helped him out of his pants, as Rand started to unbutton her blouse. Amanda got up and sat beside him on the bed as he pulled her blouse out of her skirt. They kissed, this time deeply and passionately. Amanda grabbed the edge of his shirt and pulled it from his body as she stood in front of him. Rand unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. He then took her half-slip and pulled it down her legs, leaving her standing there in her panties and bra. He looked up at her and smiled that impish smile which had once so infuriated her, but now intrigued her. "What is it?" Rand traced his finger up the front of her panties. "You're wet." Amanda laughed a brief laugh. "I've been wet since you kissed me earlier. Oh, Rand, I've wanted you for such a long time." In reply, Rand simply leaned forward and kissed her clit through the panties, eliciting a moan of desire. He slid his finger under the panties and slowly pulled them down her legs. He then took her by the hips and slowly lowered her onto the bed beside him. He leaned forward and kissed her as he unsnapped her bra. As soon as she was naked, Amanda wrapped her arms around him, and they pressed together madly. They pulled away and looked deep into each other's eyes. That was when Amanda knew. Just as she had never planned on saying "I love you", she had also never planned on staying with Rand. She had planned on resolving her feelings and then leaving him behind. But now she knew that that would never happen. She knew that she loved him. She knew that she had to be a part of his life. And from the look in his eyes, she knew that she had only to accept his unspoken offer and they'd be together forever. That scared her a bit but it was a chance she readily accepted. Rand smiled, leaned forward and kissed his way down the nape of her neck, down her bust, finally landing a kiss on her nipple. He sucked on it like a baby until it was stiff and pointy. He then kissed his way over to the other nipple, and repeated the process until they were a matched set. He then pulled her close, nuzzling his nose into her ear. After a few seconds, through labored breath he whispered, "You're going to have to take the top position." Amanda only nodded as he slid to the side, pulling her on top of him. She reached down, took his dick in hand and stroked him till he was as hard as a rock. Then, straddling his hips, she lowered herself onto him. She sat there for a minute as Rand's hands wandered her body, stroking her hips, abdomen, arms, and finally tits. She leaned forward into his hands and started rocking up and down on top of him. It started slowly but soon built to a crashing crescendo of orgasmic fury, Rand spraying deeply inside of her, as she came like gangbusters on top of him. She collapsed on top of him, laying there in the afterglow as he stroked her back lovingly. After a few minutes, she looked into his eyes. "When can you do that again?" Rand looked at her in amazement. "Right now. I'm still hard." "You sound amazed." "I am. I haven't been able to maintain an erection after a single orgasm for years." He leaned forward and kissed her savagely. "I guess you're just good for me." Amanda found herself blushing like a schoolgirl and returned the kiss with equal ferocity. After the kiss, he looked deep into her eyes. "I love you," he said. They made love twice more that night before falling asleep together. ***** TWO WEEKS LATER... Amanda rushed about doing her Christmas shopping. She had returned to the Dominatrix school, but Mistress Thompson had refused to let her back in. At first Amanda had thought it was because she had decided to set up a long term relationship with Randall, but it seems that was only the cause of the reason, not the reason itself. Mistress Thompson had told her that if she was going to maintain a relationship with Randall, she was going to have to tell him what she did. She didn't have to go into specifics about what she had tried to do to him, but she did have to inform him that she was planning on becoming a full time Dominatrix. Because if she didn't she'd live in constant fear of him discovering, and that would impair her ability to function in her chosen role. Rand had not been exaggerating when he had said that she was good for him. Over the last two weeks his MS had gone into partial remission. He still needed the wheelchair for long distances, but, his distance with the walker had almost tripled, and if he only had to go short distances and had stuff to lean on, he could actually get away with using only a cane, something he hadn't been able to manage for years. They were planning on moving him into her place (unlike Rand, Amanda was descended from wealth and was not on a limited budget like he was) shortly after the new year. The one place where things were not going great was sex. The sex they had was good, but nowhere near as passionate and intense as that first night had been. And Amanda, unfortunately, knew what was causing it. She was afraid. Afraid of Randall finding out what she had done, what she was, and resultantly, afraid of him leaving her. As a result, as much as she tried not to, she was holding back. She felt that she had cause. Rand had broken it off with his sister. After Thanksgiving, he had refused phone calls, refused to contact her, even changed his number so that she couldn't call him. Amanda had even heard, from the scuttlebutt around the apartment, that Rand had called the police on his sister when she had come over, banging on the door and demanding that he open it, and refusing to leave until he did. She drove home, left her Christmas packages there and went over to Rand's apartment. When she arrived, she used her key and walked right in. Rand came out of the bathroom, using his cane and leaning heavily on the wall. She walked over to him, put her arms around him and kissed him. "You promised me you'd go easy with walking with the cane." "Easy, but not stop altogether. I've got to press myself, hun." She looked at him, the concern evident in her eyes. "I know. I just don't want you to fall and hurt yourself." "Don't worry. I've already changed my will." He had intended it as a joke, but Amanda was not amused. "That's not funny." Rand smiled. "Sorry. Help me to the couch?" "Gladly." Amanda helped him to the couch, gently lowering him to a sitting position, then sitting beside him. They kissed. Amanda then noticed a paper bag behind the couch. she grabbed it and pulled it onto her lap. "What's this? My Christmas present?" Rand grabbed the bag and put it back. "It's a present, but not for Christmas. It's for later tonight." "What is it?" "You'll find out after dinner." "Oh, all right. What's for dinner?" "Hamburgers." "That's not fair." "What?" "You know I can't resist those burgers you cook. And despite the lean meat, they can't be good for my figure." Rand smiled. One of the things Rand didn't do was fall for all the hoopla over "scientific discoveries" about food. He believed that as long as you a food in moderation and as part of a balanced diet, you could eat just about anything you wanted. "Bulk up on salad. I promise to only cook one each." They ate dinner together, then went to the bedroom, Rand getting the bag of whatever it was, and bringing it with him. They sat together on the bed, kissing and fondling each other, until curiosity got the better of Amanda. "Alright, what's in the bag?" Rand just smiled. "Get undressed. I'll show you when you're naked." Amanda gave him a suspicious look, but got up and did a slow striptease for him. When she was naked, she said, "Your turn. Let me see you naked." Rand got undressed. When he was naked, Amanda sat beside him and they kissed. After another couple minutes, Amanda asked, "Okay, now what's in the bag?" "A little something to spice up our love life." Rand reached into the bag, and pulled out, of all things, a pair of handcuffs. Amanda was confused. Was he asking her to tie him up? Mistress Thompson had told her to avoid doing anything like that. Exposure to that kind of stimulus could cut through the hypnosis and return all his experiences to conscious remembrance. "I don't know." "What's the matter? Afraid to let me tie you up? Surely, you can't be worried that I'd hurt you." Rand wanted to tie her up? Technically, Mistress Thompson hadn't forbidden it, but how close was it to tying him up? Would it possibly wreck the hypnosis? "I'm still not sure." "For me?" Oh, that did it. Amanda really couldn't deny him anything. And one of the things that made her love him all the more was that he never took advantage of it. Well, at least not too much. She allowed him to secure her arms and legs to the bedposts. When she was securely fastened, he sat beside her and asked, "Got any suggestions for what comes next?" "You're the one running this show." "Well, I just figured that a professional Dominatrix might have some ideas." Amanda was shocked. "I... I don't... What are you talking about?" "You remember Reverend Harris?" Amanda nodded. "Well, Reverend Harris is not only my reverend, my confidante, and my friend, he's also a psychic. So when six weeks suddenly disappeared out of my life I went to see him to find out if he could help. "Imagine his surprise when he discovered a drug enforced hypnotic block. And a well done one at that. Took him a full three hours to disassemble the damnable thing." "So you knew all along?" Rand nodded. Amanda took the attitude she used when acting as a Dominatrix. "So this is your way of punishing me?" Rand shook his head. "If I had wanted to punish you, I'd have called the police long ago." "Then what is this?" "Y'know, I asked myself that same question when you approached me in the mall. I figured you were there to try something. To attempt to break me in a less overt way. That was the main reason why I asked you to drive me to the church that day, to get the rev to scan you. He won't scan any deeper than surface emotions on someone who doesn't know about it, but at least it helps. Imagine both the reverend's and my surprise when all he discovered was desire. No animosity or hatred or any need for revenge, just desire." "You still haven't explained about these." Amanda pulled on her restraints. "I'm getting to that. The problem was desire for what. I was very suspicious of you, and it took me a while to realize that you wanted me. And that Thanksgiving night when we made love was the best thing that ever happened to me. But afterwards, to be honest, you got a lot worse in the sex department. Your love for me was as plainly evident as ever, so it wasn't that you had lost interest after having sex. It was something else. So I went to the rev and asked him if he could help. He told me that it was probably guilt over what you had done to me." Amanda sighed. "Okay, it's true, but what's that got to do with these?" "Well, I figured that if I'd have confronted you without them, you either would've run off or gotten nasty. And it wouldn't have allowed me to take your face in my hands," Rand took her face in his hands, "and tell you, I forgive you, and I want you to forgive yourself. For both our sakes." Amanda looked deep into his eyes. There was no hint of duplicity, no hint of selfish desire, no hint of anything other than concern for her, no hint of anything other than love. She saw Rand's unbridled love and all the unnecessary worrying and pain she had put herself through bubbled to the surface, and she did the only thing possible. She cried. Not tears of joy or pain, but tears of release. Somewhere along the way, she was freed and when she gathered her composure she found herself sitting up in bed, her arms wrapped around him. They looked at each other, and Rand leaned forward, kissing the last of the tears out of her eyes. Afterwards, they sat there for a time, neither could have said exactly how long, looking at each other with what could only be described as sappy smiles, finally leaning forward and kissing each other gently. Their hands slowly roamed over each other. Rand slowly pulled Amanda down on top of him. She straddled and slowly lowered herself onto him. They made love that night, not just sex, but real love. It wasn't as passionate as their first night together, but it was deeper, more lasting, and somehow, much more satisfying. After they finished, they lay together side by side. Amanda was the first to speak. "Rand, how do you feel about my chosen profession? How would you really feel if I became a full fledged Dominatrix?" Rand's face scrunched up a bit. Clearly he was thinking about it and the thought did not leave a good taste in his mouth. "Is it really what you want?" "Yes. I don't know why, but I've always desired control. To take those who do not have the strength and mold them." Rand's face clearly showed his doubt. Finally he decided something. "Make me a promise." "What?" "Promise me that you will never again take on an unwilling victim. Promise that you will never try to do to another what you tried to do to me." Rand expected an argument, but all Amanda said was, "Okay," and cuddled herself into Rand's arm. "Okay? That's it? No argument?" Amanda made an amused sound. "Honey, I hate to tell you this, but sex stories and your own personal experience aside, most people who go to Dommes are not unwilling victims. Most are frustrated husbands who want a little something exotic, or stressed businessmen who want somebody else to take over for a while." Rand considered it for a few seconds then said, "Alright then, I've got one more question for you." "Go ahead." "Will you marry me?" Amanda looked up, surprised. At first, she thought he was kidding, but saw in his eyes that he was serious. She didn't know what to say, finally settling in on, "Yes," as she returned to cuddling in his arm. Rand smiled, and kissed her on top of the head as they fell asleep in each other's arms. ***** TEN YEARS LATER... Amanda bent over and caught her three year old daughter, Julie, as she ran through the kitchen, naked as a jaybird. Rand appeared in the doorway, out of breath from chasing their daughter. Shortly after their marriage, his MS had gone into complete remission and he was now as capable as he had been before its onset. "There you are," he said, carrying Julie's panties. "Time to get dressed." "Julie win," said the three year old. It was a game she had invented that they had played ever since Julie had gotten out of her crib. She'd wake up before him, and as soon as he opened the door, she'd slip past him, and he'd have to chase her around the house to get her to put her clothes on. If he caught her he won. If her mom caught her or he admitted defeat then she won. "Yes, Julie win," Rand admitted. He kissed Amanda as he took Julie from her. He set Julie on the counter so that he could put her panties on. Their eight-year-old son, Richard, came into the room. "Mom?" Amanda went back to preparing his lunch. "Yes, Rickie?" "We've got a bake sale at school, and I kinda promised to bring a batch of your famous chocolate chip cookies." "Okay, when is it?" "Tomorrow." Rand sent Julie upstairs to get a dress. Amanda stopped. "And how long have you known about this bake sale?" "About a week." Amanda gave Rickie a disapproving look. "Rickie, you have got to learn to give me more time. I have three clients coming today and I'm not sure I can find the time. Can't you make due with store bought?" "Aw, mom, store bought is never as good as your cookies." Rand walked behind their son. "Come on, honey. Would you really disappoint your son?" Rand leaned down and whispered in his son's ear just loud enough to be heard by Amanda, "Big pouty face," and both of them stuck out their bottom lips in a big pout. Amanda gave them a disapproving look. Well, it would've been disapproving if she had been able to keep herself from smiling through it. "You know I hate it when you two double team me. Alright, I'll do it." "Thanks, mom," Rickie said as he ran from the room to finish getting ready for school. Rand walked behind the counter, wrapped his arms around his wife, kissed her, and said, "Why don't you just dress up one of your clients in a maid's uniform and have him make up the cookies?" "Hun, I don't tell you how to program computers, don't tell me how to do my job." She kissed him back. "Besides, don't have any crossdressers coming today. Otherwise that'd work." Suddenly from the other room, an excited Julie screamed, "Got your hat!" Rickie yelled, "Give me that back, twerp!" Amanda sighed. "Y'know, when I gave birth to Rickie after a year and a half of being a Pro Domme, I thought running a household would be an easy thing to do." "Silly you. Ever think of giving it up?" "Not in a million years." Julie ran through the room with her brother's favorite cap held high above her head, and her brother in hot pursuit. Amanda and Rand looked at each other and sighed, then took off after their daughter. The end