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                                               Chapter Twelve Decisive Distractions

Over the next month or so Caleb went through physical therapy, trying to learn how to walk again with assistance. He had just finished one of these sessions and was walking out when he noticed a woman walking the other way; she was covered head to toe in business attire with short spiked red hair. Horn rimmed glasses framed her eyes and she clutched an armful of manila folders.  He wasn't sure why but as he turned away he had a feeling he would probably be seeing her very soon.

There was one thing he hated about his now busted up leg, he could not ride his motorcycle any more.  Which pissed him off, because today was beautiful and showcased that Scindo was a modern skyscraper city that knew how to do things right, but as he got in his car he saw Demeter walking toward him with something in her hand; his meds. Fuck, he thought to himself, I keep forgetting those. I wonder why she's here? He looked down as she stopped in front of him, feeling the new leather collar in guilt more than anything.

"You forget that again I will make you regret it pet", she emphasized his new submissive station, as a way to make sure he knew where he was in way of her thoughts.

He nodded and said "Yes, Ma'am." Like a child caught trying to steal from the cookie jar. "What are you doing here? If you don't mind me asking, Ma'am."

Demeter's lips curled. "That is truly none of your business Caleb." She sighed and completed her sentence though. "One of the nurses wanted to talk over lunch. I knew you were here so I also wanted to make sure that your therapy went alright." She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I have a friend to pick up and some other things for the downstairs area, I will see you at about seven pm."

Caleb nodded and looked at his watch, it was four now so he had time to go to Erotic Nightshade and back to his house to pick up a few things; he hoped to hell that he wouldn't be running into Ophelia at all.  He got in and started up his car, the old metal song that he was listening to pummeled him as he saw the woman that he had seen in the hospital carrying the same folders out that she carried in. Caleb had to admit that he was intrigued by this woman, he saw something in the way she walked that was familiar to him.  He shook it off and watched her as she got into her car, he noticed she was about five foot with a very petite frame, that her face was very fairy like and her eyes were a dark green, the spiky hair that he noticed in the hospital was obviously a dye job... he let his mind wander a little too much and by the time he realized it, it was about four thirty.  He put his good foot down and headed toward Erotic Nightshade.

The front of the building hadn't changed much except for the bouncer; he noticed Spike whom he had seen that night two years ago when he picked Ophelia out of the many others.

"I haven't seen you in a while." Caleb said while surveying the front door, which now had a flowery embossing on it that he had never noticed before. The light didn't reach the street because of the taped up windows, but that was city ordinance, one to save the kids from seeing the 'depraved' acts that were going on inside.

"Yeah, had to take some personal time family issues, the little girl had to have a surgery on her leg." Spike said to him, staring at Caleb. "Membership card, sir?"

The master pulled out his card slowly and placed it in Spikes hand; the bouncer looked at it and said, "Might want to get that picture updated, sir; I barely recognize you."

Caleb smiled and nodded as he walked in, barely even noticing the tapping of the cane as he walked; one thing was for sure he had gotten used to it in the months that he had started walking with it. He sat on one of the leather couches and looked the place over; true it wasn't full but you could hear hard rock pummeling you even now.  It was a comfort to be back here as he surveyed it he noticed one master who he had seen but never caught the name of; he was Arabian, that he was sure of, but what surprised him was the disposition of the female sitting at his feet, she was clothed in a mesh shirt that showed she was covered in tattoos, she had brown hair and brown eyes with thick rimmed glasses. This was one thing he loved about this place, he could see anybody he wanted without being judged.  Truth be told he was only here to get one of his cameras back; though he did want to stay, he knew he only had a little time. As he walked through the place he took in the sights; there were a few regulars on the couches, and as he strode past them he noticed the questioning glances, but he couldn't be bothered at that moment he waved them off and went right to the owners offices. Knocking on it, the owner's voice floated through, telling him it was open. He let himself into an office with fetish photography on the walls; some of them he recognized with a twinge of frustration as the last ones he had taken of Ophelia, gladly they weren't public but he almost wanted to ask the owner to take them down but now wasn't the time.

"Ah, Caleb! You made it. How are the appointments going?" The owner asked in his northern accented voice. Caleb almost always wanted to ask where he was from but kept forgetting to.

"They're going ok, got used to the cane." He tapped it on the floor, to which the owner smiled. His name was Davan, he stood at about the same height as Caleb with dirty blond hair, and a mischievous grin on his face.  They had always been friends ever since Caleb had joined the club with Sage, a while back.  He was easy going and always hired Caleb for photo shoots for many of the clubs events, noting that Caleb had an eye for catching both the surface and the secrets of his subjects. "I actually came to get my camera, sir; I've kind of missed it and do want it back." Caleb continued.

"Of course my boy." Said his elder as he reached behind him, unlocking a safe without even looking at it.  If Caleb were honest with himself he would admit to jealousy of Davan, the man was probably only about fifteen years his senior and had done what he wanted with his life.  Opening Erotic Nightshade gave many of the kinked residents of Scindo a place to go, which was rarer than most drug dens which you could find on many corners.  He handed Caleb the camera and asked, "So, I hear you are companionless again, should we expect you to be frequenting our pet shop again?" A slight gleam touched his eyes. "We've got more girls which I think you'd be interested in."

This was tempting to Caleb, but he shook his head. "I've actually pledged myself to Demeter, sir."

The owner looked at him. "Demeter? But isn't she a dominant?"

"Yes sir, you have that right." Caleb said without flinching.

The owner nodded slightly at this. "Gone submissive or…."

"Retraining, sir." Caleb sighed. "I felt I lost my edge with the last one, sir."

"Well of course; you fell in love with her boy, you know I told you not to fall for pets."

"Yes sir, you did." Caleb disliked this about the owner, as a matter of fact he disliked that about some of the community, some out there thought there was no room for love in a dominant and submissive relationship, when Caleb and all of his friends thought the key to a good relationship was love and caring. Caleb finally took the camera, "If we are done sir, I have to go to my place and pick some things up."

"Yes, I think we are. I did pay you for the time with the camera didn't I?"

"Yes, I believe you did."

The owner nodded, and Caleb turned o leave.  As he left a song was playing that reminded him of Ophelia and he lost his step running into a girl with red spikes in a mask on, he mumbled an apology lost in his thoughts barely noticing that there was a woman with her eyes on him as he left.

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As Caleb pulled up to his house he noticed a familiar figure was standing in the lawn.  He put his head against the back of the seat and groaned, Ophelia was trying to pick up a rock she staggered and lost the rock as he got out.

"You... changed your locks." she slurred out. She was drunk; that was a first.  When they talked about it a year ago she said she never wanted to touch a drop.  She was dressed in a spaghetti strap top of which the strap was falling off her shoulder, and a skirt that showed off her legs and the boots she decided to wear. There she stood in front of him for the first time in months, and he was worried about her. As she swung at him he caught her.

"And you're drunk, Ella." He said, his old protectiveness rearing its head. He let her in the house and led her to the bedroom. "You sleep it off and we'll talk when you get up."

"Ok, draggy."

That stung and he wanted to cry but what he did was close the door behind himself. HG went to the living room and sat down waiting the sleeping ill girl off, he was going to be late he knew it.

As he sat there he noticed that Sage had already began the renovations, she had cleaned the floor replaced the end tables and gotten rid of the pictures of him and Ophelia, to which he was upset and happy at the same time.  He realized he had to move on but part of him was still longing for her.  He couldn't explain it to himself he had Demeter who was willing to take care of him and train him again and again if he was honest with himself he was happy, but his heart still wasn't over his ex pet.

It was a few hours before she woke up again and she walked in and looked at him she smiled one of her smiles that he knew very well, something that he should be avoiding but as she walked toward him he was rooted to the spot.

She slipped out of the top, baring her small breasts to him which gave him a start in the pants. He looked her over and licked his lips involuntarily as she set in his lap right on top of his hardening member and gave a purposeful twist of her nether regions to emphasize how wet she was. He moaned involuntarily as she leaned in and whispered, "I'm sorry, Dragon... I never should've left you for him."

She kissed him right there and as she did he realized he didn't need her and pushed her away. That was when he heard the door open; he looked past her to see Demeter standing in the doorway.

"Shit."

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                                               Chapter Twelve Decisive Distractions

Over the next month or so Caleb went through physical therapy, trying to learn how to walk again with assistance. He had just finished one of these sessions and was walking out when he noticed a woman walking the other way; she was covered head to toe in business attire with short spiked red hair. Horn rimmed glasses framed her eyes and she clutched an armful of manila folders.  He wasn't sure why but as he turned away he had a feeling he would probably be seeing her very soon.

There was one thing he hated about his now busted up leg, he could not ride his motorcycle any more.  Which pissed him off, because today was beautiful and showcased that Scindo was a modern skyscraper city that knew how to do things right, but as he got in his car he saw Demeter walking toward him with something in her hand; his meds. Fuck, he thought to himself, I keep forgetting those. I wonder why she's here? He looked down as she stopped in front of him, feeling the new leather collar in guilt more than anything.

"You forget that again I will make you regret it pet", she emphasized his new submissive station, as a way to make sure he knew where he was in way of her thoughts.

He nodded and said "Yes, Ma'am." Like a child caught trying to steal from the cookie jar. "What are you doing here? If you don't mind me asking, Ma'am."

Demeter's lips curled. "That is truly none of your business Caleb." She sighed and completed her sentence though. "One of the nurses wanted to talk over lunch. I knew you were here so I also wanted to make sure that your therapy went alright." She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I have a friend to pick up and some other things for the downstairs area, I will see you at about seven pm."

Caleb nodded and looked at his watch, it was four now so he had time to go to Erotic Nightshade and back to his house to pick up a few things; he hoped to hell that he wouldn't be running into Ophelia at all.  He got in and started up his car, the old metal song that he was listening to pummeled him as he saw the woman that he had seen in the hospital carrying the same folders out that she carried in. Caleb had to admit that he was intrigued by this woman, he saw something in the way she walked that was familiar to him.  He shook it off and watched her as she got into her car, he noticed she was about five foot with a very petite frame, that her face was very fairy like and her eyes were a dark green, the spiky hair that he noticed in the hospital was obviously a dye job... he let his mind wander a little too much and by the time he realized it, it was about four thirty.  He put his good foot down and headed toward Erotic Nightshade.

The front of the building hadn't changed much except for the bouncer; he noticed Spike whom he had seen that night two years ago when he picked Ophelia out of the many others.

"I haven't seen you in a while." Caleb said while surveying the front door, which now had a flowery embossing on it that he had never noticed before. The light didn't reach the street because of the taped up windows, but that was city ordinance, one to save the kids from seeing the 'depraved' acts that were going on inside.

"Yeah, had to take some personal time family issues, the little girl had to have a surgery on her leg." Spike said to him, staring at Caleb. "Membership card, sir?"

The master pulled out his card slowly and placed it in Spikes hand; the bouncer looked at it and said, "Might want to get that picture updated, sir; I barely recognize you."

Caleb smiled and nodded as he walked in, barely even noticing the tapping of the cane as he walked; one thing was for sure he had gotten used to it in the months that he had started walking with it. He sat on one of the leather couches and looked the place over; true it wasn't full but you could hear hard rock pummeling you even now.  It was a comfort to be back here as he surveyed it he noticed one master who he had seen but never caught the name of; he was Arabian, that he was sure of, but what surprised him was the disposition of the female sitting at his feet, she was clothed in a mesh shirt that showed she was covered in tattoos, she had brown hair and brown eyes with thick rimmed glasses. This was one thing he loved about this place, he could see anybody he wanted without being judged.  Truth be told he was only here to get one of his cameras back; though he did want to stay, he knew he only had a little time. As he walked through the place he took in the sights; there were a few regulars on the couches, and as he strode past them he noticed the questioning glances, but he couldn't be bothered at that moment he waved them off and went right to the owners offices. Knocking on it, the owner's voice floated through, telling him it was open. He let himself into an office with fetish photography on the walls; some of them he recognized with a twinge of frustration as the last ones he had taken of Ophelia, gladly they weren't public but he almost wanted to ask the owner to take them down but now wasn't the time.

"Ah, Caleb! You made it. How are the appointments going?" The owner asked in his northern accented voice. Caleb almost always wanted to ask where he was from but kept forgetting to.

"They're going ok, got used to the cane." He tapped it on the floor, to which the owner smiled. His name was Davan, he stood at about the same height as Caleb with dirty blond hair, and a mischievous grin on his face.  They had always been friends ever since Caleb had joined the club with Sage, a while back.  He was easy going and always hired Caleb for photo shoots for many of the clubs events, noting that Caleb had an eye for catching both the surface and the secrets of his subjects. "I actually came to get my camera, sir; I've kind of missed it and do want it back." Caleb continued.

"Of course my boy." Said his elder as he reached behind him, unlocking a safe without even looking at it.  If Caleb were honest with himself he would admit to jealousy of Davan, the man was probably only about fifteen years his senior and had done what he wanted with his life.  Opening Erotic Nightshade gave many of the kinked residents of Scindo a place to go, which was rarer than most drug dens which you could find on many corners.  He handed Caleb the camera and asked, "So, I hear you are companionless again, should we expect you to be frequenting our pet shop again?" A slight gleam touched his eyes. "We've got more girls which I think you'd be interested in."

This was tempting to Caleb, but he shook his head. "I've actually pledged myself to Demeter, sir."

The owner looked at him. "Demeter? But isn't she a dominant?"

"Yes sir, you have that right." Caleb said without flinching.

The owner nodded slightly at this. "Gone submissive or…."

"Retraining, sir." Caleb sighed. "I felt I lost my edge with the last one, sir."

"Well of course; you fell in love with her boy, you know I told you not to fall for pets."

"Yes sir, you did." Caleb disliked this about the owner, as a matter of fact he disliked that about some of the community, some out there thought there was no room for love in a dominant and submissive relationship, when Caleb and all of his friends thought the key to a good relationship was love and caring. Caleb finally took the camera, "If we are done sir, I have to go to my place and pick some things up."

"Yes, I think we are. I did pay you for the time with the camera didn't I?"

"Yes, I believe you did."

The owner nodded, and Caleb turned o leave.  As he left a song was playing that reminded him of Ophelia and he lost his step running into a girl with red spikes in a mask on, he mumbled an apology lost in his thoughts barely noticing that there was a woman with her eyes on him as he left.

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As Caleb pulled up to his house he noticed a familiar figure was standing in the lawn.  He put his head against the back of the seat and groaned, Ophelia was trying to pick up a rock she staggered and lost the rock as he got out.

"You... changed your locks." she slurred out. She was drunk; that was a first.  When they talked about it a year ago she said she never wanted to touch a drop.  She was dressed in a spaghetti strap top of which the strap was falling off her shoulder, and a skirt that showed off her legs and the boots she decided to wear. There she stood in front of him for the first time in months, and he was worried about her. As she swung at him he caught her.

"And you're drunk, Ella." He said, his old protectiveness rearing its head. He let her in the house and led her to the bedroom. "You sleep it off and we'll talk when you get up."

"Ok, draggy."

That stung and he wanted to cry but what he did was close the door behind himself. HG went to the living room and sat down waiting the sleeping ill girl off, he was going to be late he knew it.

As he sat there he noticed that Sage had already began the renovations, she had cleaned the floor replaced the end tables and gotten rid of the pictures of him and Ophelia, to which he was upset and happy at the same time.  He realized he had to move on but part of him was still longing for her.  He couldn't explain it to himself he had Demeter who was willing to take care of him and train him again and again if he was honest with himself he was happy, but his heart still wasn't over his ex pet.

It was a few hours before she woke up again and she walked in and looked at him she smiled one of her smiles that he knew very well, something that he should be avoiding but as she walked toward him he was rooted to the spot.

She slipped out of the top, baring her small breasts to him which gave him a start in the pants. He looked her over and licked his lips involuntarily as she set in his lap right on top of his hardening member and gave a purposeful twist of her nether regions to emphasize how wet she was. He moaned involuntarily as she leaned in and whispered, "I'm sorry, Dragon... I never should've left you for him."

She kissed him right there and as she did he realized he didn't need her and pushed her away. That was when he heard the door open; he looked past her to see Demeter standing in the doorway.

"Shit."