Thread: The Possession {QuietSeductress and Alan23}

Since there was nothing much to do, and he was unlikely to be called upon to serve any of the Dommes, Graeme was more or less free. He had a desperate need for a coffee, a beverage to which he was totally addicted, partly because it helped him not to sleep and, therefore, prevented nightmares. His route to the kitchen took him past a small knot of dommes, at the center of which was Mistress Helena. Surprisingly, Mistress Katherine was there, too, which puzzled him. Normally, he knew, Mistress Katherine rarely approached the other women - it was as if she were too shy and scared. He had seen the other dommes treat her with contempt and mockery, so he guessed he didn't blame her. But now, here she was, looking nervous and kind of shrinking into herself, about as unlike the normal picture of a dominant woman as could be imagined, but she was there nevertheless, and actually speaking. As he drew level, the keen ears which had served him so well on his active service caused him to overhear what Mistress Helena was saying. And an anger flared in him! It was bad enough that Mistress Helena had spoken so rudely to another dominant. Even if Mistress Katherine was not very confident or strong, surely she was still entitled to respect. To shame and humiliate the poor woman in front of other dominants was the most extreme of insults. But to have done it in such a loud voice that a large group of submissives also heard it was totally unforgivable. So she thinks I'm going to be part of her cohort, does she? he thought, growling at her arrogance. Once a woman chose a submissive, her word was law, but until a submissive actually approached a dominant and asked to be hers, he was a free agent. It was not the dominant's choice, but the submissive's. For Mistress Helena to so blithely assume he was hers, with no choice in the matter... that was the final straw! And then an idea came into his mind... and the more he thought about it, the more he liked it. He continued on his way to the kitchen where, in fact, he made two coffees. One was for himself, unsweetened and milky, and the other... He prepared it exactly the way he knew Mistress Katherine drank it. Black, and in one of the special fine-china, silver-chased cups, and with a silver bowl of sugar on the tray. After some thought, he took a perfect pink rose from a vase full of them, making sure to choose one with not a single flaw, and added that to the tray. He then walked to the bathroom. Normally, no submissive male was allowed into the dominant's bathroom on pain of a severe whipping. But he had already decided that, if challenged, he would say that Mistress Katherine had been in there a while, and that as an unattached submissive who knew she had no-one, it as his duty as laid down in the rules of the club to make sure she had not suddenly been taken sick, for, after all, she had been in there a long time. When he tried the door, it would not open. So he went outside, and looked in the window. What he saw made him feel even more sorry for poor Miss Katherine. She was sitting with her back to the door, looking totally dejected. Apart from her being so obviously upset, there was also the risk one of the other females would try to get in, find the door blocked, and attack Miss Katherine, and he already knew she could not fight and defend herself, so would end up even more humiliated. He was an excellent climber, but having to balance the tray and not spill the two coffees made it far from easy to scramble up on a rubbish skip and through the window. When he finally managed it, he set down the coffee on the floor, and approached the door of the stall where Mistress Katherine was sitting. He did so in the correct posture, on his knees, holding the tray, even though she knew he could not see him through the door. He tapped, gently. Excuse me, Mistress Katherine, he said, softly. But may I have the honor of serving you a coffee? And may I suggest you come out of there to drink it?