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                                      Chapter Thirty: Catching A Mouse

Not only had he not be able to relieve the tension he had not be able to do it for several days; while he made sure that Demeter was pleasured every night, he didn't mind the latter part but there was only so much he could do to keep himself occupied, especially in his line of work. He was simply glad to have the doctor appointments to go to every week as that distracted him from his plight of not being able to pleasure himself.  He had taken a liking to Dr. Crane; she had the willingness to just sit ther4e and listen to him yet was able to help him with the flaws in his logic; every time he had a doubt about his not being at fault for his sister's death she pointed out to him that he wasn't psychic or superhuman so he couldn't have been able to tell that was what happened; she also pointed out the fact that to him the spirit of his sister had already come and forgiven him for leaving her that day to be killed.  She knew it wasn't his fault that he was probably meant to walk away and that Caleb should come to grips with it.

During one session with Dr Crane he had taken a knife with him; he started playing with the knife which was a manual folding pocket knife, explaining to her how flicking it opened and closed calmed him.  That almost anything to do with pain calmed him as well; he happened to take notice to her fidgeting every time the blade would click home and he rather enjoyed this because her face would scrunch in the cutest of ways and her hand would unconsciously seem to grab the side of the desk

"Could you…you stop that Caleb?" she said rather timidly

His smile flashed wickedly as he asked her "Stop what Doctor?"

She motioned toward the knife as if that would satisfy the subject but Caleb pressed her because by now he was interested, "Doctor Crane, I have had a question for you for some time now, I've been coming to this place for a few months now, and I've noticed something in the way you walk; and I hope you don't find this too forward of me" he said the smile widening and his eyes glistening in an evil way because he knew she wouldn't answer or she would flat out deny the accusation but he could see the ribs of a corset under her blouse so he asked the question he had been meaning to ask "Do you wear a corset under your work clothes?"

"I.. what no! Mr. Brown that is highly inappropriate of you" she roared while her cheeks turned rose red "I – I – I think we should call an end to the session today" she rushed him out of the office.

He was quiet pleased with himself; he knew that would get her to react and as a matter of fact after about the first month he had started to notice a lot of things about his Doctor that he liked.  He could sense that she was a natural born submissive, timid as a mouse and she seemed to like wearing corsets; now of course he could be wrong in assuming that she was into the kinked life style.  Because he had to face facts anybody who was in the Den had seen the corsets on sale at Dragon's Alley so they knew the style but it didn't mean that they walked the walk, but he had a feeling that the way she reacted during some of their sessions and the way she reacted today meant she was at least a masochist and he liked the games they played.  But he wondered if he had crossed a line with her; sure he had gotten the reaction he wanted but would that mean that she wouldn't want to see him again?  He hoped not, because he had grown fond of her as a friend and was actually thinking about bringing her up to Demeter as a possible pet for him in this weird unit they had formed.

It would be another couple of days until he heard from Demeter again, this time she asked him over to her house so she could talk to him; there were days he wished she would just come out and say if it was a training session or not bug in truth if she did it wouldn't be as fun.  Demeter knew how to keep him on his toes, and he enjoyed that very much.  Over the past few months he had learned a lot more about her including about her family life; it seemed she had come from a family much like his, and much like Ophelia's she had no control in her childhood she was the youngest of two like Caleb and the most outcast.  Her father was a drunkard and often at night did things to her that made Caleb want to jump the next plane from Scindo to New Jersey and kill the man in question.  That had lead to her not wanting to take a back seat to males; she spent three years in a leather family who taught her how to dominate a slave and how to make a slave into a lover.

She had come to Scindo like she said to concentrate on her studies, not expecting much of a fetish scene, but after only a few months could not stand the dormitories and moved out to the Den.  Making the trip to and from her house to the hospital and class rooms and back, one day she spotted the club on her way back and decided to check it out.  She met the owner, a man whom not even Caleb knew that well and he opened the doors for her.  He like normal kept to himself and made Demeter a little uncomfortable; his lover as of that time seemed to be a girl straight out of high school.  He even tried to bring Demeter into his leather family, or so he called it.  She later found out that the girl in question Daliah left her post as his slave three days later having found out about his pass at her.

Demeter had a lot to say about Becca as well, saying that Becca came from Northampsire England and like most of the foggy cities in that country across the pond held many mysteries even to Demeter, they had met on a vacation that she took there one year and stayed in touch through emails and instant messaging; Becca was enjoying a trip across the states right now and willingly came to visit Demeter for several weeks; it was during this time that she had met Caleb and well the rest was history.

He was thinking about her story as he opened the door he was pulled in and pushed against the wall frantically. She smiled at him with a devilish smile taking the knife that he had taken to carrying with him at all times out of his pocket and cutting his top off.  This was a typical way for them to make love and he had to admit he liked it very much. Not only did it still take him by surprise but it turned him on because of the feeling of the steel against his skin she started to kiss down his body slowly biting the nipples.

"You've been a very patient pet Caleb, I think you will enjoy the surprise that I have planned for you my dear dragon."

She placed a blindfold across his eyes and led him down the stairs; he smiled always enjoying this; she placed him on the St Andrews Cross, it wasn't that he knew what was coming but that he didn't she could use anything on him and he would enjoy the sensation on his skin; there were times where she used a blade letting it run softly across his skin without ever actually cutting his skin just tracing shapes on his skin.  He felt his clothes being pulled off one by one, his shirt hung there because she had not taken it off before hand; he felt exposed and yet pleased.  She could clearly see that he was turned on, the throbbing member making small movements as he waited to see what was happening.

He heard the tendrils of the iron tailed flogger drag on the ground; he heard it slice and pop the air in front of him, the air caressing his bare chest he couldn't help but moan.  She knew as well as his psychiatrist that he had a thing for metal, something that couldn't be appeased simply by holding or giving pain through a metal object, he also wanted to feel it caressing his skin in an almost violent way so the easiest way to tease him was for him just to hear the clink and pop as only the air of the strike buffeted his skin.  She did this for several minutes although he couldn't see it he imagined her body moving gracefully she had a way of making the most simple stroke of a whip seem like a ballet, he just loved to watch her and he thinks this is why she never allows him to see it.  As a punishment and a pleasure; the first hard strike against his chest felt like a fire through his body.  Not a burning fire but a pleasurable one that raced through his vein, up his throat and out of his mouth in a loud moan and scream.  The next two hit him in much the same way then she worked around behind the cross and grabbed his hair whispering in his ear, "I bet you want to see me doing this right now don't you pet"

He nodded and said "Yes, mistress.  I do want to see this so much"

"What would you give to me"

"Whatever you ask of me, just please, please let me see you" he begged her meaning every word.
She smiled and let the cuffs out pushing him down to his knees, she didn't unblindfold him she pushed him into her moist womanhood.  Not only that but this was a clothed mound he could feel the silk against his tongue and he moaned licking and lapping trying to move his hands only to realize that he was still cuffed and only able to move them ever so much.  He felt her hand caress his hair then push him further in her moaning urging him on.  His muffled moans were met by her hips gyrations soon he was leaning back with her straddling his face riding his tongues motions.  Each time bringing him closer to a climax even without touching him; he moaned out her name against her wet silk she finally got up and took off her panties and his blindfold.

To see her like this through a cloud of lust and want; he tried to reach out still cuffed when she finally let him go she didn't stop him; he grabbed her and pressed her up against the wall sliding into her and letting out a moan that he thought even the gods could hear.  They rocked against the wall as she made love to him; this was something that many would call vanilla, but he and demeter didn't see it this way.  They saw the rough part of their relationship as just the window dressing to the loving part.  He moaned louder as he felt himself coming closer and closer he finally caved and said

"PLEASE Mistress may I have release!"

She moaned out digging her nails into his chest convulsing against his shaft.  Her answer came in the midst of a moan so loud that he almost missed it, but he let his pleasure out as she said, she moaned and they collapsed against eachother in a sweating mass.

"Now see pet.  Denied pleasure can be useful for something"

His only answer was a nod, then he said "Ma'am I think I found her"

"Found who?"

"My prospect"

"Really, that is good" she traced lines on his chest "Tell me about her, tomorrow.  Right now pet let us retire to our bed"

He smiled and without having to be told he started to carry her up the stairs to there room.  That night he had the strangest dream of them all. One that held answers.

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                                      Chapter Thirty: Catching A Mouse

Not only had he not be able to relieve the tension he had not be able to do it for several days; while he made sure that Demeter was pleasured every night, he didn't mind the latter part but there was only so much he could do to keep himself occupied, especially in his line of work. He was simply glad to have the doctor appointments to go to every week as that distracted him from his plight of not being able to pleasure himself.  He had taken a liking to Dr. Crane; she had the willingness to just sit ther4e and listen to him yet was able to help him with the flaws in his logic; every time he had a doubt about his not being at fault for his sister's death she pointed out to him that he wasn't psychic or superhuman so he couldn't have been able to tell that was what happened; she also pointed out the fact that to him the spirit of his sister had already come and forgiven him for leaving her that day to be killed.  She knew it wasn't his fault that he was probably meant to walk away and that Caleb should come to grips with it.

During one session with Dr Crane he had taken a knife with him; he started playing with the knife which was a manual folding pocket knife, explaining to her how flicking it opened and closed calmed him.  That almost anything to do with pain calmed him as well; he happened to take notice to her fidgeting every time the blade would click home and he rather enjoyed this because her face would scrunch in the cutest of ways and her hand would unconsciously seem to grab the side of the desk

"Could you…you stop that Caleb?" she said rather timidly

His smile flashed wickedly as he asked her "Stop what Doctor?"

She motioned toward the knife as if that would satisfy the subject but Caleb pressed her because by now he was interested, "Doctor Crane, I have had a question for you for some time now, I've been coming to this place for a few months now, and I've noticed something in the way you walk; and I hope you don't find this too forward of me" he said the smile widening and his eyes glistening in an evil way because he knew she wouldn't answer or she would flat out deny the accusation but he could see the ribs of a corset under her blouse so he asked the question he had been meaning to ask "Do you wear a corset under your work clothes?"

"I.. what no! Mr. Brown that is highly inappropriate of you" she roared while her cheeks turned rose red "I – I – I think we should call an end to the session today" she rushed him out of the office.

He was quiet pleased with himself; he knew that would get her to react and as a matter of fact after about the first month he had started to notice a lot of things about his Doctor that he liked.  He could sense that she was a natural born submissive, timid as a mouse and she seemed to like wearing corsets; now of course he could be wrong in assuming that she was into the kinked life style.  Because he had to face facts anybody who was in the Den had seen the corsets on sale at Dragon's Alley so they knew the style but it didn't mean that they walked the walk, but he had a feeling that the way she reacted during some of their sessions and the way she reacted today meant she was at least a masochist and he liked the games they played.  But he wondered if he had crossed a line with her; sure he had gotten the reaction he wanted but would that mean that she wouldn't want to see him again?  He hoped not, because he had grown fond of her as a friend and was actually thinking about bringing her up to Demeter as a possible pet for him in this weird unit they had formed.

It would be another couple of days until he heard from Demeter again, this time she asked him over to her house so she could talk to him; there were days he wished she would just come out and say if it was a training session or not bug in truth if she did it wouldn't be as fun.  Demeter knew how to keep him on his toes, and he enjoyed that very much.  Over the past few months he had learned a lot more about her including about her family life; it seemed she had come from a family much like his, and much like Ophelia's she had no control in her childhood she was the youngest of two like Caleb and the most outcast.  Her father was a drunkard and often at night did things to her that made Caleb want to jump the next plane from Scindo to New Jersey and kill the man in question.  That had lead to her not wanting to take a back seat to males; she spent three years in a leather family who taught her how to dominate a slave and how to make a slave into a lover.

She had come to Scindo like she said to concentrate on her studies, not expecting much of a fetish scene, but after only a few months could not stand the dormitories and moved out to the Den.  Making the trip to and from her house to the hospital and class rooms and back, one day she spotted the club on her way back and decided to check it out.  She met the owner, a man whom not even Caleb knew that well and he opened the doors for her.  He like normal kept to himself and made Demeter a little uncomfortable; his lover as of that time seemed to be a girl straight out of high school.  He even tried to bring Demeter into his leather family, or so he called it.  She later found out that the girl in question Daliah left her post as his slave three days later having found out about his pass at her.

Demeter had a lot to say about Becca as well, saying that Becca came from Northampsire England and like most of the foggy cities in that country across the pond held many mysteries even to Demeter, they had met on a vacation that she took there one year and stayed in touch through emails and instant messaging; Becca was enjoying a trip across the states right now and willingly came to visit Demeter for several weeks; it was during this time that she had met Caleb and well the rest was history.

He was thinking about her story as he opened the door he was pulled in and pushed against the wall frantically. She smiled at him with a devilish smile taking the knife that he had taken to carrying with him at all times out of his pocket and cutting his top off.  This was a typical way for them to make love and he had to admit he liked it very much. Not only did it still take him by surprise but it turned him on because of the feeling of the steel against his skin she started to kiss down his body slowly biting the nipples.

"You've been a very patient pet Caleb, I think you will enjoy the surprise that I have planned for you my dear dragon."

She placed a blindfold across his eyes and led him down the stairs; he smiled always enjoying this; she placed him on the St Andrews Cross, it wasn't that he knew what was coming but that he didn't she could use anything on him and he would enjoy the sensation on his skin; there were times where she used a blade letting it run softly across his skin without ever actually cutting his skin just tracing shapes on his skin.  He felt his clothes being pulled off one by one, his shirt hung there because she had not taken it off before hand; he felt exposed and yet pleased.  She could clearly see that he was turned on, the throbbing member making small movements as he waited to see what was happening.

He heard the tendrils of the iron tailed flogger drag on the ground; he heard it slice and pop the air in front of him, the air caressing his bare chest he couldn't help but moan.  She knew as well as his psychiatrist that he had a thing for metal, something that couldn't be appeased simply by holding or giving pain through a metal object, he also wanted to feel it caressing his skin in an almost violent way so the easiest way to tease him was for him just to hear the clink and pop as only the air of the strike buffeted his skin.  She did this for several minutes although he couldn't see it he imagined her body moving gracefully she had a way of making the most simple stroke of a whip seem like a ballet, he just loved to watch her and he thinks this is why she never allows him to see it.  As a punishment and a pleasure; the first hard strike against his chest felt like a fire through his body.  Not a burning fire but a pleasurable one that raced through his vein, up his throat and out of his mouth in a loud moan and scream.  The next two hit him in much the same way then she worked around behind the cross and grabbed his hair whispering in his ear, "I bet you want to see me doing this right now don't you pet"

He nodded and said "Yes, mistress.  I do want to see this so much"

"What would you give to me"

"Whatever you ask of me, just please, please let me see you" he begged her meaning every word.
She smiled and let the cuffs out pushing him down to his knees, she didn't unblindfold him she pushed him into her moist womanhood.  Not only that but this was a clothed mound he could feel the silk against his tongue and he moaned licking and lapping trying to move his hands only to realize that he was still cuffed and only able to move them ever so much.  He felt her hand caress his hair then push him further in her moaning urging him on.  His muffled moans were met by her hips gyrations soon he was leaning back with her straddling his face riding his tongues motions.  Each time bringing him closer to a climax even without touching him; he moaned out her name against her wet silk she finally got up and took off her panties and his blindfold.

To see her like this through a cloud of lust and want; he tried to reach out still cuffed when she finally let him go she didn't stop him; he grabbed her and pressed her up against the wall sliding into her and letting out a moan that he thought even the gods could hear.  They rocked against the wall as she made love to him; this was something that many would call vanilla, but he and demeter didn't see it this way.  They saw the rough part of their relationship as just the window dressing to the loving part.  He moaned louder as he felt himself coming closer and closer he finally caved and said

"PLEASE Mistress may I have release!"

She moaned out digging her nails into his chest convulsing against his shaft.  Her answer came in the midst of a moan so loud that he almost missed it, but he let his pleasure out as she said, she moaned and they collapsed against eachother in a sweating mass.

"Now see pet.  Denied pleasure can be useful for something"

His only answer was a nod, then he said "Ma'am I think I found her"

"Found who?"

"My prospect"

"Really, that is good" she traced lines on his chest "Tell me about her, tomorrow.  Right now pet let us retire to our bed"

He smiled and without having to be told he started to carry her up the stairs to there room.  That night he had the strangest dream of them all. One that held answers.