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10-23-2007, 05:56 PM
This is a work of creative fiction. Believe it is true, if you must,
but the reality is that it is not. Celebrities don't act like this.
Special thanks to Jen for information
about D/s. Thanks also to Victor Field for his assistance with the
story. Please leave any and all reviews to lilevans@gmail.com
And that said, onto the good bit.
Mistress #01
Beginnings
The girl stared at the building, quietly checking to make sure the
address was right before repositioning her sunglasses and walking to
the front door, where a bouncer confirmed her appointment and let her
in. She paid no attention to the waiting room itself, instead
preferring to pull back her blonde/light brown hair into a ponytail.
She was attired simply in a yellow, one-shoulder dress with
curved-waist seam, open back and side zip, with one inch heel
butterfly anklestraps.
A woman came into the room. "Miss ... ?" she asked.
"No names," she interrupted.
"Very well," she agreed. "No names. You may call me Miss Lisa. You are
here to choose? If you would follow me?" The woman turned around and
the girl followed her, listening to the chatter of Miss Lisa.
"We pride ourselves on training submissive males and females to obey
their Mistresses here," said Miss Lisa. "We can also train to
specifications ... were you one of that choosing?"
"No," the girl answered. "I wanted just to look and decide."
"Our programs run on a nine month basis," said Miss Lisa, letting the
girl through a door made of metal bars. "They begin every month, so we
always have fresh submissives to choose from. Some come, already
having a Mistress. They're taught that their Mistress' word is law and
that they must obey them. We also go through the various punishments
that are used - CBT ... " and she was off, listing punishments that
made the girl's stomach crawl. "What gender were you looking for? Ah,
we're at the common room. Have a look around, talk to them and make a
note of their assigned numbers, if you decide." Miss Lisa clapped her
hands. "Attention! Everything is delayed now, we have a client."
"Maybe one of both," said the girl. "Thank you. I shall do so." She
looked around, watching the people in the common room resume what they
were doing, but on a higher state of alertness. They had a little
badge, which at closer inspection, revealed their number, age and the
months they had been there. She began a systematic prowl of the room,
having every submissive there who had just begun their program
separate themselves. But at last she had about seven people, three
females and four males who were free to choose from.
"Strip," she said to the girls, who slowly complied, making sure to
hold their badges at the ready. As she motioned, the girls turned
around. She had already dismissed the elder two, for they were much
older than she and had focused on the remaining girl, who was almost
eighteen, according to her badge. After making a mental note of the
number, she turned to the males, once again dismissing the two elder
ones and focusing on the other two. However, she was not stupid.
She had seen and guessed that the young girl had formed some
friendship with one of the two she was considering. So, with her mind
made up, she left the room, running immediately into Miss Lisa.
"I'll take N-S762 and N-S927," she said.
"They have not been trained, you realise," Miss Lisa said.
"I'll train them myself," the girl said. She pulled out a chequebook,
writing out a cheque. "Here you go. I'll take them, then?"
~*~
Outside no words were exchanged as the three walked to her car.
"You entered that place because you felt you wished to be a
submissive," the girl finally stated. "However, you have had no
training. This was deliberate on my part; I do not agree with how they
would have trained you. It is of little consequence to me to have to
train you; it is nothing I have not done before. You have talked to
the others who have gone through the program?"
"Yes," said the female quietly. "They told us about it."
"You are untrained and you have no idea what you are walking into
coming with me. If you were trained there, you would know intimately I
could be no worse," the girl said. "Yes?"
"You said you did not like the way they trained us," the male said.
"Could we not assume that whatever you have planned in our training,
it would be kinder than what we have been told they had planned?"
"Very good. You have listened," the girl said. "And yes, you may
assume that. Are you still willing to do this? To submit yourself to
my service? If not ... walk away."
Neither of them did.
~*~
Emma sighed. "We're going to be late! You know we have to report to
the executive director! Get down here! Now!" She ran a hand through
her hair, having cut it to shoulder length for the purposes of the
role she would undertake today, one she was not happy to be late for.
"Verity, Rolf, get down here!"
"Yes, Miss Emma!" came the soft voice of Verity as she descended the
stairs. "Rolf says that he is coming -"
"Almost immediately, Miss Emma," cut in Rolf.
Emma turned on her heel, her hands folded together at the waist and
began walking to the car. "I informed you both of the importance of
today a week ago, and then twice yesterday. Yet both of you were
late." She opened the driver door and got in, waiting for the two to
enter the backseat. "Be thankful that this does not make me late; I
would be most disappointed if I was."
"Yes, Miss Emma," said Verity, her eyes downcast.
"We apologise, Miss Emma," added Rolf.
"I am sure that you do, Rolf." Emma's tones were as cool as an ice breeze.
"I'm sorry, Miss Emma," Verity hastened to say.
"Then we will say no more. Do not speak unless I give you leave."
Verity and Rolf were silent. Emma had made no illusions when she had
taken them from the facility. She had been willing to forfeit her
money paid to the facility (which renumerated them for the costs of
training and housing) and let them go. Four times in the intervening
year she had asked them if they were still willing to be her
submissives. Each time they had refused, for Emma was not a harsh
Mistress.
Truth be told, she wasn't even their Mistress yet. The past year had
been a slow process of learning about each other, Emma slowly training
them and they in turn, training her so that all were aware of each
other's expectations, desires, needs and limits. It was hoped that
this time would end soon and that they would progress from
trainer/students to Domme/submissives, but as Emma had said, the
training would take as long as it took.
The car was jerked from its peace as a security officer halted them,
asking for ID.
"Emma Lahana," Emma said. "Douglas Sloan expects me, along with the others."
"Right," the officer said, letting her past.
~*~
"Ah, Emma, welcome! You're the last one to arrive, but you're in good
time," said Douglas, ushering them in. "Who are your acquaintances?"
"Verity and Rolf," said Emma. "They'll often be accompanying me here,
as agreed?"
"Of course," said Douglas. "Today's just a general meeting for the
Rangers, to get to know each other and other details ... like being
intimidated by the great Jason David Frank, who graciously returns."
"A high school science teacher," said Emma, rolling her eyes. "The
great Tommy Oliver, a high school science teacher."
"It's a shame what they've reduced me to, isn't it?" said Jason,
walking out of the meeting area.
"More like pathetic," Emma said cheerily. "Emma Lahana. Good to meet you."
Jason's eyes flicked to Verity and Rolf and Emma quickly introduced
them as her friends to the meeting at large as they took their seats.
She made a point of sitting in the black seat, with Jason taking the
blue seat, an Asian male sitting in the red seat, an African American
male taking the white seat and the remaining male, Caucasian, taking
the yellow seat.
"Trying to get us subliminally associated with our colours, are you?"
said the Asian male, smiling sardonically. "Jeffrey Parazzo, playing
Trent Fernadez, White Drago Ranger."
"I'm James Napier, playing Conner McKnight, Red DinoThunder Ranger,"
said the Caucasian male. "Good thing we're rebellious students, then."
"Kevin Duhaney, playing Ethan James, Blue DinoThunder Ranger," said
the African American. "And that was last year's tag line, James. We're
a lone musician, a champion gamer and a hotshot soccer player."
"You all know me," said Jason, to theatrical groans. "Tommy Oliver,
can't get a damn break, Black DinoThunder Ranger."
"Emma Lahana, playing Kira Ford, Yellow DinoThunder Ranger," said
Emma. "Now, let's get on with this meeting. You guys already wasted
three days last week fitting me out for my Ranger suit!" There was a
general round of laughter and so the meeting proceeded.
~*~
The meeting dispersed after lunch and Jason cornered Emma.
"May I come with you?" he asked quietly.
"What for?" she asked.
"I recognise the signs. Them two ... they're your submissives, aren't they?"
"And what if they are?" Emma looked at him guardedly, sizing him up.
"I don't go in for that myself," Jason said. "But some of us Power
Rangers did. And you know, you're new in the world of celebrityism. I
don't think you want your habits spilling out to the world because you
did something stupid." He held up his hands at Emma's furious
reaction. "I'm not threatening you. I'm offering to get you in contact
with the others who share your interests. They can help you."
Emma grabbed her keys, throwing them to Verity and Rolf. "Return to
the house and stay there," she said. They nodded and left, Emma
turning back to Tommy. "Well, you have me. I'm willing to listen."
Once they were in his car, Emma having given directions, Jason flicked
on a CD and began the drive. "Okay. You should know that we six
originals were very close. There wasn't much we didn't know about each
other. However, I was the only one Thuy confided in about her liking
for being a Domme. I kept that secret forever ... and now it doesn't
matter."
"Why?" asked Emma.
Jason pulled over abruptly, hastily pulling out a hankerchief and
hurriedly wiped his eyes. "Sorry ... sorry. Thuy died, a little over
three years ago. She was in a car crash ... she wasn't wearing her
seatbelt."
"You still miss her."
Jason nodded. "Ever so much. I think in some ways, my pain is much
greater than the others, because Thuy and I ... well, I had no great
liking for it, but I gave her free control over me at times and she
took my trust and never betrayed it. And we grew close, likely far too
close than was appropriate for a Mistress/slave relationship, but we
ignored that; it was nothing serious. It was mostly just practice for
her, her trying out new things ... but only if I agreed, which I had
... and did."
~*~
"Mistress," said Jason, bowing his head. "You called."
"Ah, yes, 'Tommy'," said Thuy, allowing a small smirk to play on her
lips. "Come here. You need to be punished." She held up a collar and
leash, waiting for Jason to step forward. When he did, she collared
and leashed him, pushing him to the floor. "You are my dog now and
must follow at my side."
Jason smiled inwardly, wondering where Thuy got these ideas from.
"Okay, Jason," Thuy said, bending down. "This is just practice, to see
what sort of pace I would have to learn to set. Are you sure you are
willing?"
"Yes, Thuy. I trust you," he said.
Thuy straightened up, looking around the basement. "Very well, then.
We will circle the basement."
~*~
Emma patted his shoulder awkwardly. "Well, she seems like she was very
considerate of your own needs."
"She was. Of all us six ... she put herself into her character so much
more than the rest of us. If you watch those episodes, you can be
assured that what you see of Trini is what Thuy would have been like,"
said Jason. He pulled back onto the road, beginning to speak again.
"When Thuy, Austin and Walter left, we gained Karan, Johnny and Steve.
And Johnny ... I would never have pegged him as one of Thuy's kind.
But indeed he was. He was a Switcher - that's someone is is both
Dominate and submissive. He's involved in a switching relationship
with Tracy Lynn Cruz. They dated for a time and Johnny's the one who
actually got her the chance to win her role as Ashley Hammond."
"They've been together for how long?" Emma asked curiously.
"I'd say since 1997 ... wait, Tracy guest starred in an episode in
1995 ... I guess you could say that they've known each other for
almost eight years now," said Jason. "And then Tracy guest starred
again on Power Rangers Lost Galaxy and met Cerina Vincent ... who's
... damn, I forget which she is."
Emma adusted her sunglasses and spoke. "Thuy ... never explained what
she was into, did she? Not fully?"
"Why do you ask?" Jason countered.
"I suspect from the tales you have said, that Thuy tried out
punishments that she herself was not sure how to do. That was not
wrong as you did consent to it; I see nothing wrong, except she did
not explain D/s well to you. However, I will. Domination/submission is
a power exchange, in that the submissive chooses to relinquish
personal power over themselves to the Dominate, who accepts
that relinquishment of personal power. We dominates never take
that power; we can't. The submissive must choose to give it up
herself. And just as she gives it, so can she take it away," said Emma
quietly.
"Oh," said Tommy.
"The D/s creed is Safe, Sane, and Consensual," said Emma. "Consensual
- Rolf and Verity know that if they wish to leave, I will not hold
them back, for I cannot. Safe - they know that I will always practice
safe sex guidelines, that their vital organs shall not be harmed and
that no irreversible damage shall be done unto them and that they will
not experience any kind of pain, of any degree, that they did not
consent to. And Sane - the activities are done for the pleasure of all
involved, they will not cause emotional anguish, they will not abuse
the submissive's vulnerability or subject them to unreasonable risk.
Lastly, the submissive knows that the dominate will not exceed their
own personal limits."
Tommy nodded, this made much sense to him.
Emma looked out the window quietly, directing Jason as he began to
navigate the complex array of streets that led to her house.
"Do you want to come in?" she asked. Jason accepted the offer and the
two of them noted that Verity and Rolf were not home. Emma led Jason
through the house quietly to her bedroom, locking the door behind her,
turning to face him, shooting him a come-hither look. "I haven't
thanked you for my ride home yet," she said, her voice a low, inviting
turn on.
Jason felt control of the situation slipping away as Emma fell to her
knees, her hands working at his zipper, pulling his pants and boxers
down in one movement, her eyes locking with his for an instant before
she turned her attention to his cock.
"Mmm ... " Emma sighed, her lips travelling along Jason's shaft,
caressing it slowly, feeling it grow even harder. Her tongue licked
over the head of his cock before she took it into her mouth, sucking
hard.
"Emma ... oh god ... Emma, we ... mmm ... " Jason moaned, lost in the
pleasure of her warm, wet mouth.
Emma's tongue ran round his cock as she took more in, her tongue
caressing his cock as she sucked harder, one hand playing with his
balls, her hair falling over her face, the ends ticking the part of
the shaft that still remained outside her mouth before she
deepthroated him, taking him all the way in.
"Oh, Kira!" Jason shouted, only managing to hold off from orgasm with
supreme effort.
Emma grinned mentally, releasing his cock. Wrapping her hand around
his cock, she began to stroke up and down, locking her eyes with him.
"Does Tommy want to fuck his Ranger protégé?" she asked, her tongue
questing out and licking at the head again.
"God, yes ... " moaned Jason.
Releasing him, Emma slowly discarded her skirt and panties, teasing
him, before lying on her stomach across the bed. "Well, then, Dr. O,
fuck my pussy! Fuck me good!"
Jason didn't need to be told twice, he entered her pussy and began to
fuck her, feeling her muscles grip him tightly as he thrusted in and
out. "Kira, you're so tight!"
"Oh yeah ... " Emma moaned, pushing back against him. "Your cock feels
so good! Yeah ... just like that ..."
Jason slid in and out, sending pleasureable shocks throughout her
system everytime he hit her G-spot. He was trying to hold off on his
own orgasm until she was close, but with every stroke, that was
getting closer to becoming impossible.
Emma bit her lip, losing herself in the sensations, feeling her orgasm
approaching, her hands playing with her breasts, squeezing them
through the top she was wearing, sighing as her nipples hardened. "I'm
so close ... " she sighed, her voice so low it could barely be heard.
Jason thrusted forward into her, his cock spasming as he came. "Kira,
oh, KIRA!!" he shouted as he crested onto the orgasmic high.
Seeing that Jason was finished, Emma guided the 'fantasy' to where she
would get off more easily. "Fuck your Mistress, slave! Fuck her good!"
Jason blinked in surprise, but did as instructed, listening to her talk.
"Slave likes fucking his Mistress, doesn't he?" Emma panted. "Doesn't he?!"
Jason stepped back into his long discarded skin, relishing the
familiarity. "Yes, Mistress, I love fucking you!"
"Fuck your Mistress!" cried Emma. "Oh ... yes ... I'm .. oh, YES!"
Emma's cry of release went largely unnoticed by Jason, who once more
came inside her.
~*~
The two of them hurriedly redressed and went downstairs. "I'll get in
touch with Johnny and Ashley as soon as I can," said Jason. "Cerina
may be a little more difficult."
"Very well," said Emma, nodding her head. "Thank you very much." Jason
left and Emma sighed. "I may as well go shopping; Verity and Rolf are
who knows where; not that it matters, I'll isolate them and they can
think about what they've done. It's been a year - I'll prepare for the
collaring ceremony ... ask them if they still want to and go from
there." And so saying, Emma locked the house up and taking her junk
bucket car, went off.
~*~
Marisa Miller looked down at Alessandra Ambrosio, who was naked except
for her collar, a thin band of ********, with a ring attached, with
hands cuffed behind her back.
"Aless," she said, patting her on the head. "Have you thought about
what I said?"
"Yes, Mistress," Alessandra said. "I'm sorry, Mistress."
Marisa studied Alessandra, who was crying. Silently and slightly, but
crying nevertheless. She sighed, patting Alessandra's head. "Pet, we
can't let this happen again." She unlocked the handcuffs. "Go and get
yourself something to eat and come back her. And a drink as well."
Alessandra left, leaving Marisa in silent thought. When she returned,
Marisa patted her hand and spoke. "What did you do that was wrong,
Alessandra?"
"I forgot that I could trust my Mistress in all things, Mistress,"
said Alessandra, picking at the sandwich.
"And how do you think this problem could be overcome?"
"I ... I don't know, Mistress."
Marisa smiled. That told her that Alessandra trusted her enough to
know that she would not be punished for answering in that manner.
"Bring me a piece of paper, Aless." When Marisa took the piece of
paper, she wrote on it, I am able to trust my Mistress in all
things. "Do you know what that means, Aless?"
"It means that I can trust that you will always listen to me, be fair
in all judgements, never push me further than I can go ... "
As Alessandra trailed off, Marisa spoke. "That will be enough for now,
I see you understand. Take the piece of paper and memorise it,
Alessandra. Carve the words on your heart and soul. Know their
meaning. When you can say that you know their meaning, come to me and
tell me. You may go."
Alessandra nodded, leaving.
"I know you can do this, pet," Marisa said to herself. "But do you?"
~*~
Emma was not having a good day, quickly discovering that she would
prefer to get the collars when Verity and Rolf were around to measure
them. And then she had been cornered by two police officers, coming
out of an adult store, no less. She had tried to move past them but
one had tapped her arm, indicating she was to stay where she was.
"What's the problem, officers?"
"Emma Lahana?" the female cop said. "We have a situation at the
hospital that requires your attention."
"What happened?"
"We don't know," she admitted. "We do know that your ... charge,
Verity, is completely hysterical and a damn good fighter to boot."
"How did you find me?" asked Emma, getting into the police car, having
asked the other cop to drive her own car to the hospital.
"We called Douglas Sloan, who provided us with your description - that
much we got out of Verity."
The ride was silent and slowly Emma pieced together the information.
Verity had come to the hospital and collapsed. Upon waking up an hour
later, she had freaked out upon seeing a doctor above her and belted
her up. Since then, she'd been left alone, crying. They'd only got the
information about who to call by standing in the doorway, well away
from her.
"So you don't know what happened?" Any answer was cut off by Emma's
phone and she listened to it, only saying 'Fine'. To the police
officer's enquiring gaze, she said, "My other charge has to go and
attend to some personal matters."
~*~
With infinite patience and love, Emma coaxed a tearful Verity into the
car, after coaxing her into an examination that had taxed Verity and
Emma to the extreme. Being as that Verity was so unlike herself, Emma
had said she'd call for the results rather than wait. When they got
home, Emma settled Verity into her bed and went to the ******** chest,
popping two tablets for pain and a third pill into her hand. These she
gave to Verity, who swallowed them silently.
Letting her sleep, Emma left the room and sat down, absently taking
out the schedule. Shooting would start Monday, and end in April of
2004. Working seven days a week for six months with a four day break
for Christmas to make thirty-eight episodes did not appeal to Emma
much, but there wasn't much she could really do.
Except quit and she didn't want to do that. And she couldn't, really;
that'd stuff everyone around no end. So she'd just have to accept it.
Emma growled, trying to think of how these events would affect her
work, but was cut off by a scream. Sighing, she stood and went to
Verity's room, finding the girl thrashing in the throes of a
nightmare.
As she stood there and listened, trying uselessly to wake her, Emma
grew more still, her face settling into an expressionless mask but her
eyes radiating cold fury.
but the reality is that it is not. Celebrities don't act like this.
Special thanks to Jen for information
about D/s. Thanks also to Victor Field for his assistance with the
story. Please leave any and all reviews to lilevans@gmail.com
And that said, onto the good bit.
Mistress #01
Beginnings
The girl stared at the building, quietly checking to make sure the
address was right before repositioning her sunglasses and walking to
the front door, where a bouncer confirmed her appointment and let her
in. She paid no attention to the waiting room itself, instead
preferring to pull back her blonde/light brown hair into a ponytail.
She was attired simply in a yellow, one-shoulder dress with
curved-waist seam, open back and side zip, with one inch heel
butterfly anklestraps.
A woman came into the room. "Miss ... ?" she asked.
"No names," she interrupted.
"Very well," she agreed. "No names. You may call me Miss Lisa. You are
here to choose? If you would follow me?" The woman turned around and
the girl followed her, listening to the chatter of Miss Lisa.
"We pride ourselves on training submissive males and females to obey
their Mistresses here," said Miss Lisa. "We can also train to
specifications ... were you one of that choosing?"
"No," the girl answered. "I wanted just to look and decide."
"Our programs run on a nine month basis," said Miss Lisa, letting the
girl through a door made of metal bars. "They begin every month, so we
always have fresh submissives to choose from. Some come, already
having a Mistress. They're taught that their Mistress' word is law and
that they must obey them. We also go through the various punishments
that are used - CBT ... " and she was off, listing punishments that
made the girl's stomach crawl. "What gender were you looking for? Ah,
we're at the common room. Have a look around, talk to them and make a
note of their assigned numbers, if you decide." Miss Lisa clapped her
hands. "Attention! Everything is delayed now, we have a client."
"Maybe one of both," said the girl. "Thank you. I shall do so." She
looked around, watching the people in the common room resume what they
were doing, but on a higher state of alertness. They had a little
badge, which at closer inspection, revealed their number, age and the
months they had been there. She began a systematic prowl of the room,
having every submissive there who had just begun their program
separate themselves. But at last she had about seven people, three
females and four males who were free to choose from.
"Strip," she said to the girls, who slowly complied, making sure to
hold their badges at the ready. As she motioned, the girls turned
around. She had already dismissed the elder two, for they were much
older than she and had focused on the remaining girl, who was almost
eighteen, according to her badge. After making a mental note of the
number, she turned to the males, once again dismissing the two elder
ones and focusing on the other two. However, she was not stupid.
She had seen and guessed that the young girl had formed some
friendship with one of the two she was considering. So, with her mind
made up, she left the room, running immediately into Miss Lisa.
"I'll take N-S762 and N-S927," she said.
"They have not been trained, you realise," Miss Lisa said.
"I'll train them myself," the girl said. She pulled out a chequebook,
writing out a cheque. "Here you go. I'll take them, then?"
~*~
Outside no words were exchanged as the three walked to her car.
"You entered that place because you felt you wished to be a
submissive," the girl finally stated. "However, you have had no
training. This was deliberate on my part; I do not agree with how they
would have trained you. It is of little consequence to me to have to
train you; it is nothing I have not done before. You have talked to
the others who have gone through the program?"
"Yes," said the female quietly. "They told us about it."
"You are untrained and you have no idea what you are walking into
coming with me. If you were trained there, you would know intimately I
could be no worse," the girl said. "Yes?"
"You said you did not like the way they trained us," the male said.
"Could we not assume that whatever you have planned in our training,
it would be kinder than what we have been told they had planned?"
"Very good. You have listened," the girl said. "And yes, you may
assume that. Are you still willing to do this? To submit yourself to
my service? If not ... walk away."
Neither of them did.
~*~
Emma sighed. "We're going to be late! You know we have to report to
the executive director! Get down here! Now!" She ran a hand through
her hair, having cut it to shoulder length for the purposes of the
role she would undertake today, one she was not happy to be late for.
"Verity, Rolf, get down here!"
"Yes, Miss Emma!" came the soft voice of Verity as she descended the
stairs. "Rolf says that he is coming -"
"Almost immediately, Miss Emma," cut in Rolf.
Emma turned on her heel, her hands folded together at the waist and
began walking to the car. "I informed you both of the importance of
today a week ago, and then twice yesterday. Yet both of you were
late." She opened the driver door and got in, waiting for the two to
enter the backseat. "Be thankful that this does not make me late; I
would be most disappointed if I was."
"Yes, Miss Emma," said Verity, her eyes downcast.
"We apologise, Miss Emma," added Rolf.
"I am sure that you do, Rolf." Emma's tones were as cool as an ice breeze.
"I'm sorry, Miss Emma," Verity hastened to say.
"Then we will say no more. Do not speak unless I give you leave."
Verity and Rolf were silent. Emma had made no illusions when she had
taken them from the facility. She had been willing to forfeit her
money paid to the facility (which renumerated them for the costs of
training and housing) and let them go. Four times in the intervening
year she had asked them if they were still willing to be her
submissives. Each time they had refused, for Emma was not a harsh
Mistress.
Truth be told, she wasn't even their Mistress yet. The past year had
been a slow process of learning about each other, Emma slowly training
them and they in turn, training her so that all were aware of each
other's expectations, desires, needs and limits. It was hoped that
this time would end soon and that they would progress from
trainer/students to Domme/submissives, but as Emma had said, the
training would take as long as it took.
The car was jerked from its peace as a security officer halted them,
asking for ID.
"Emma Lahana," Emma said. "Douglas Sloan expects me, along with the others."
"Right," the officer said, letting her past.
~*~
"Ah, Emma, welcome! You're the last one to arrive, but you're in good
time," said Douglas, ushering them in. "Who are your acquaintances?"
"Verity and Rolf," said Emma. "They'll often be accompanying me here,
as agreed?"
"Of course," said Douglas. "Today's just a general meeting for the
Rangers, to get to know each other and other details ... like being
intimidated by the great Jason David Frank, who graciously returns."
"A high school science teacher," said Emma, rolling her eyes. "The
great Tommy Oliver, a high school science teacher."
"It's a shame what they've reduced me to, isn't it?" said Jason,
walking out of the meeting area.
"More like pathetic," Emma said cheerily. "Emma Lahana. Good to meet you."
Jason's eyes flicked to Verity and Rolf and Emma quickly introduced
them as her friends to the meeting at large as they took their seats.
She made a point of sitting in the black seat, with Jason taking the
blue seat, an Asian male sitting in the red seat, an African American
male taking the white seat and the remaining male, Caucasian, taking
the yellow seat.
"Trying to get us subliminally associated with our colours, are you?"
said the Asian male, smiling sardonically. "Jeffrey Parazzo, playing
Trent Fernadez, White Drago Ranger."
"I'm James Napier, playing Conner McKnight, Red DinoThunder Ranger,"
said the Caucasian male. "Good thing we're rebellious students, then."
"Kevin Duhaney, playing Ethan James, Blue DinoThunder Ranger," said
the African American. "And that was last year's tag line, James. We're
a lone musician, a champion gamer and a hotshot soccer player."
"You all know me," said Jason, to theatrical groans. "Tommy Oliver,
can't get a damn break, Black DinoThunder Ranger."
"Emma Lahana, playing Kira Ford, Yellow DinoThunder Ranger," said
Emma. "Now, let's get on with this meeting. You guys already wasted
three days last week fitting me out for my Ranger suit!" There was a
general round of laughter and so the meeting proceeded.
~*~
The meeting dispersed after lunch and Jason cornered Emma.
"May I come with you?" he asked quietly.
"What for?" she asked.
"I recognise the signs. Them two ... they're your submissives, aren't they?"
"And what if they are?" Emma looked at him guardedly, sizing him up.
"I don't go in for that myself," Jason said. "But some of us Power
Rangers did. And you know, you're new in the world of celebrityism. I
don't think you want your habits spilling out to the world because you
did something stupid." He held up his hands at Emma's furious
reaction. "I'm not threatening you. I'm offering to get you in contact
with the others who share your interests. They can help you."
Emma grabbed her keys, throwing them to Verity and Rolf. "Return to
the house and stay there," she said. They nodded and left, Emma
turning back to Tommy. "Well, you have me. I'm willing to listen."
Once they were in his car, Emma having given directions, Jason flicked
on a CD and began the drive. "Okay. You should know that we six
originals were very close. There wasn't much we didn't know about each
other. However, I was the only one Thuy confided in about her liking
for being a Domme. I kept that secret forever ... and now it doesn't
matter."
"Why?" asked Emma.
Jason pulled over abruptly, hastily pulling out a hankerchief and
hurriedly wiped his eyes. "Sorry ... sorry. Thuy died, a little over
three years ago. She was in a car crash ... she wasn't wearing her
seatbelt."
"You still miss her."
Jason nodded. "Ever so much. I think in some ways, my pain is much
greater than the others, because Thuy and I ... well, I had no great
liking for it, but I gave her free control over me at times and she
took my trust and never betrayed it. And we grew close, likely far too
close than was appropriate for a Mistress/slave relationship, but we
ignored that; it was nothing serious. It was mostly just practice for
her, her trying out new things ... but only if I agreed, which I had
... and did."
~*~
"Mistress," said Jason, bowing his head. "You called."
"Ah, yes, 'Tommy'," said Thuy, allowing a small smirk to play on her
lips. "Come here. You need to be punished." She held up a collar and
leash, waiting for Jason to step forward. When he did, she collared
and leashed him, pushing him to the floor. "You are my dog now and
must follow at my side."
Jason smiled inwardly, wondering where Thuy got these ideas from.
"Okay, Jason," Thuy said, bending down. "This is just practice, to see
what sort of pace I would have to learn to set. Are you sure you are
willing?"
"Yes, Thuy. I trust you," he said.
Thuy straightened up, looking around the basement. "Very well, then.
We will circle the basement."
~*~
Emma patted his shoulder awkwardly. "Well, she seems like she was very
considerate of your own needs."
"She was. Of all us six ... she put herself into her character so much
more than the rest of us. If you watch those episodes, you can be
assured that what you see of Trini is what Thuy would have been like,"
said Jason. He pulled back onto the road, beginning to speak again.
"When Thuy, Austin and Walter left, we gained Karan, Johnny and Steve.
And Johnny ... I would never have pegged him as one of Thuy's kind.
But indeed he was. He was a Switcher - that's someone is is both
Dominate and submissive. He's involved in a switching relationship
with Tracy Lynn Cruz. They dated for a time and Johnny's the one who
actually got her the chance to win her role as Ashley Hammond."
"They've been together for how long?" Emma asked curiously.
"I'd say since 1997 ... wait, Tracy guest starred in an episode in
1995 ... I guess you could say that they've known each other for
almost eight years now," said Jason. "And then Tracy guest starred
again on Power Rangers Lost Galaxy and met Cerina Vincent ... who's
... damn, I forget which she is."
Emma adusted her sunglasses and spoke. "Thuy ... never explained what
she was into, did she? Not fully?"
"Why do you ask?" Jason countered.
"I suspect from the tales you have said, that Thuy tried out
punishments that she herself was not sure how to do. That was not
wrong as you did consent to it; I see nothing wrong, except she did
not explain D/s well to you. However, I will. Domination/submission is
a power exchange, in that the submissive chooses to relinquish
personal power over themselves to the Dominate, who accepts
that relinquishment of personal power. We dominates never take
that power; we can't. The submissive must choose to give it up
herself. And just as she gives it, so can she take it away," said Emma
quietly.
"Oh," said Tommy.
"The D/s creed is Safe, Sane, and Consensual," said Emma. "Consensual
- Rolf and Verity know that if they wish to leave, I will not hold
them back, for I cannot. Safe - they know that I will always practice
safe sex guidelines, that their vital organs shall not be harmed and
that no irreversible damage shall be done unto them and that they will
not experience any kind of pain, of any degree, that they did not
consent to. And Sane - the activities are done for the pleasure of all
involved, they will not cause emotional anguish, they will not abuse
the submissive's vulnerability or subject them to unreasonable risk.
Lastly, the submissive knows that the dominate will not exceed their
own personal limits."
Tommy nodded, this made much sense to him.
Emma looked out the window quietly, directing Jason as he began to
navigate the complex array of streets that led to her house.
"Do you want to come in?" she asked. Jason accepted the offer and the
two of them noted that Verity and Rolf were not home. Emma led Jason
through the house quietly to her bedroom, locking the door behind her,
turning to face him, shooting him a come-hither look. "I haven't
thanked you for my ride home yet," she said, her voice a low, inviting
turn on.
Jason felt control of the situation slipping away as Emma fell to her
knees, her hands working at his zipper, pulling his pants and boxers
down in one movement, her eyes locking with his for an instant before
she turned her attention to his cock.
"Mmm ... " Emma sighed, her lips travelling along Jason's shaft,
caressing it slowly, feeling it grow even harder. Her tongue licked
over the head of his cock before she took it into her mouth, sucking
hard.
"Emma ... oh god ... Emma, we ... mmm ... " Jason moaned, lost in the
pleasure of her warm, wet mouth.
Emma's tongue ran round his cock as she took more in, her tongue
caressing his cock as she sucked harder, one hand playing with his
balls, her hair falling over her face, the ends ticking the part of
the shaft that still remained outside her mouth before she
deepthroated him, taking him all the way in.
"Oh, Kira!" Jason shouted, only managing to hold off from orgasm with
supreme effort.
Emma grinned mentally, releasing his cock. Wrapping her hand around
his cock, she began to stroke up and down, locking her eyes with him.
"Does Tommy want to fuck his Ranger protégé?" she asked, her tongue
questing out and licking at the head again.
"God, yes ... " moaned Jason.
Releasing him, Emma slowly discarded her skirt and panties, teasing
him, before lying on her stomach across the bed. "Well, then, Dr. O,
fuck my pussy! Fuck me good!"
Jason didn't need to be told twice, he entered her pussy and began to
fuck her, feeling her muscles grip him tightly as he thrusted in and
out. "Kira, you're so tight!"
"Oh yeah ... " Emma moaned, pushing back against him. "Your cock feels
so good! Yeah ... just like that ..."
Jason slid in and out, sending pleasureable shocks throughout her
system everytime he hit her G-spot. He was trying to hold off on his
own orgasm until she was close, but with every stroke, that was
getting closer to becoming impossible.
Emma bit her lip, losing herself in the sensations, feeling her orgasm
approaching, her hands playing with her breasts, squeezing them
through the top she was wearing, sighing as her nipples hardened. "I'm
so close ... " she sighed, her voice so low it could barely be heard.
Jason thrusted forward into her, his cock spasming as he came. "Kira,
oh, KIRA!!" he shouted as he crested onto the orgasmic high.
Seeing that Jason was finished, Emma guided the 'fantasy' to where she
would get off more easily. "Fuck your Mistress, slave! Fuck her good!"
Jason blinked in surprise, but did as instructed, listening to her talk.
"Slave likes fucking his Mistress, doesn't he?" Emma panted. "Doesn't he?!"
Jason stepped back into his long discarded skin, relishing the
familiarity. "Yes, Mistress, I love fucking you!"
"Fuck your Mistress!" cried Emma. "Oh ... yes ... I'm .. oh, YES!"
Emma's cry of release went largely unnoticed by Jason, who once more
came inside her.
~*~
The two of them hurriedly redressed and went downstairs. "I'll get in
touch with Johnny and Ashley as soon as I can," said Jason. "Cerina
may be a little more difficult."
"Very well," said Emma, nodding her head. "Thank you very much." Jason
left and Emma sighed. "I may as well go shopping; Verity and Rolf are
who knows where; not that it matters, I'll isolate them and they can
think about what they've done. It's been a year - I'll prepare for the
collaring ceremony ... ask them if they still want to and go from
there." And so saying, Emma locked the house up and taking her junk
bucket car, went off.
~*~
Marisa Miller looked down at Alessandra Ambrosio, who was naked except
for her collar, a thin band of ********, with a ring attached, with
hands cuffed behind her back.
"Aless," she said, patting her on the head. "Have you thought about
what I said?"
"Yes, Mistress," Alessandra said. "I'm sorry, Mistress."
Marisa studied Alessandra, who was crying. Silently and slightly, but
crying nevertheless. She sighed, patting Alessandra's head. "Pet, we
can't let this happen again." She unlocked the handcuffs. "Go and get
yourself something to eat and come back her. And a drink as well."
Alessandra left, leaving Marisa in silent thought. When she returned,
Marisa patted her hand and spoke. "What did you do that was wrong,
Alessandra?"
"I forgot that I could trust my Mistress in all things, Mistress,"
said Alessandra, picking at the sandwich.
"And how do you think this problem could be overcome?"
"I ... I don't know, Mistress."
Marisa smiled. That told her that Alessandra trusted her enough to
know that she would not be punished for answering in that manner.
"Bring me a piece of paper, Aless." When Marisa took the piece of
paper, she wrote on it, I am able to trust my Mistress in all
things. "Do you know what that means, Aless?"
"It means that I can trust that you will always listen to me, be fair
in all judgements, never push me further than I can go ... "
As Alessandra trailed off, Marisa spoke. "That will be enough for now,
I see you understand. Take the piece of paper and memorise it,
Alessandra. Carve the words on your heart and soul. Know their
meaning. When you can say that you know their meaning, come to me and
tell me. You may go."
Alessandra nodded, leaving.
"I know you can do this, pet," Marisa said to herself. "But do you?"
~*~
Emma was not having a good day, quickly discovering that she would
prefer to get the collars when Verity and Rolf were around to measure
them. And then she had been cornered by two police officers, coming
out of an adult store, no less. She had tried to move past them but
one had tapped her arm, indicating she was to stay where she was.
"What's the problem, officers?"
"Emma Lahana?" the female cop said. "We have a situation at the
hospital that requires your attention."
"What happened?"
"We don't know," she admitted. "We do know that your ... charge,
Verity, is completely hysterical and a damn good fighter to boot."
"How did you find me?" asked Emma, getting into the police car, having
asked the other cop to drive her own car to the hospital.
"We called Douglas Sloan, who provided us with your description - that
much we got out of Verity."
The ride was silent and slowly Emma pieced together the information.
Verity had come to the hospital and collapsed. Upon waking up an hour
later, she had freaked out upon seeing a doctor above her and belted
her up. Since then, she'd been left alone, crying. They'd only got the
information about who to call by standing in the doorway, well away
from her.
"So you don't know what happened?" Any answer was cut off by Emma's
phone and she listened to it, only saying 'Fine'. To the police
officer's enquiring gaze, she said, "My other charge has to go and
attend to some personal matters."
~*~
With infinite patience and love, Emma coaxed a tearful Verity into the
car, after coaxing her into an examination that had taxed Verity and
Emma to the extreme. Being as that Verity was so unlike herself, Emma
had said she'd call for the results rather than wait. When they got
home, Emma settled Verity into her bed and went to the ******** chest,
popping two tablets for pain and a third pill into her hand. These she
gave to Verity, who swallowed them silently.
Letting her sleep, Emma left the room and sat down, absently taking
out the schedule. Shooting would start Monday, and end in April of
2004. Working seven days a week for six months with a four day break
for Christmas to make thirty-eight episodes did not appeal to Emma
much, but there wasn't much she could really do.
Except quit and she didn't want to do that. And she couldn't, really;
that'd stuff everyone around no end. So she'd just have to accept it.
Emma growled, trying to think of how these events would affect her
work, but was cut off by a scream. Sighing, she stood and went to
Verity's room, finding the girl thrashing in the throes of a
nightmare.
As she stood there and listened, trying uselessly to wake her, Emma
grew more still, her face settling into an expressionless mask but her
eyes radiating cold fury.