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                                               Chapter Sixteen Strike Me Down

Another few months had passed between the visiting night with Demeter; Caleb and Ophelia, had celebrated their first year together, but aside from that night they seemed to be slipping away from each other, they spoke in tense terms and curt phrases.  The worst thing about this was the fact that Caleb had no clue why, it just seemed to be happening.  Caleb was frustrated and angry with the world as he couldn't get that many models because each time he tried Ophelia would get pissed; even after trying to convince kitten herself to model he still didn't have anyone, to sooth his anger he started relying on alcohol, which everyone took notice of.  It's not like he'd actually drink at work or even be drunk while at work but as soon as he was home he would start drinking.  Ophelia had started voluntarily sleeping in the guest room which for some reason suited him just fine.

Demeter had pulled him aside one day and told him if he didn't straighten up that she would make sure to put him in a rehab; of course he listened to her.  He didn't know why but he started to care more for her opinion than anyone else's, so he went and while there he thought about what had happened. Many of the psychiatrists believed that he was somehow feeling guilt over his sister, which was partially true he had never forgotten that day as long as he lived.   But it wasn't all; he lay in bed at night thinking about Ophelia and Demeter; how he wished he could just fix it so he could have them both, how he wished he could fix it so his dad was still alive. The more he thought about this the more he just wanted to scream

"Why isn't anything working out the way I planned, why do the gods test me so?"

All his life he had spent chasing after girls who had no business being his.  All his life he had thought he was a master yet nobody seemed to want to keep him, then again was he looking in the right places?

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Miles away from where Caleb was Ophelia was humming a song and swinging to the music as she cooked supper; she had no thought about rather they would eat supper but she was rather assured of herself.  During the months that Caleb had not been paying attention or just not really in the clue she had been sneaking around with two people, Lucian, and a girl who she didn't know the real name of but knew she was nicknamed Magdalena; she was a raven haired goddess with legs to last days and a perfect body (in Ophelia's mind).

As she cooked there was some alt indie rock song going on in the background, for some reason it reminded her of Caleb, and she had a twinge of guilt
What am I doing? He is the person who picked me. Her inner voice said, but Ophelia shrugged it off.
During the year they had been together he had done nothing but mope, especially lately he was getting week "Caleb is obviously weak, everyone knows it I'm just taking advantage of it" she said outloud to herself.  She continued to cook when she heard the doorbell and ran to it; it wasn't who she was expecting though it was Demeter.

Ophelia was already dressed in a skintight dress that revealed way too much, and the way she answered the door just made Demeter even more suspicious; the mistress looked at her and said
"Expecting someone my dear?"

"Yea- no I'm not, what are you doing here?"

"Well Caleb called me and asked me to check up on you"

"How kind of him", she said in a rather curt dismissive tone

"You know, I ought to envoke my rights of punishing you"

Just then a car drove by but didn't stop seeing the door open and sped off; Demeter gave it one look and mumbled to herself "I know that car" then turned to look at Ophelia

"You were expecting Mag, weren't you?"

"And what if I was?" she said like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

Three things happened in wild succession the door snapped shut behind Demeter, she grabbed Ophelia by the collar and made sure she could see the clasp

"You do see this don't you? You do realize what this means to him don't you?"

"Y-y-yes" came the stammered replies of the kitten who was caught
Demeter forced her down onto her knees and grabbed her cell phone, dialing as fast as she could the number to the rehab

"Yes, this is Demeter Jones, I need to speak with patient Caleb Brown please"
The silence on the other end as she waited, Ophelia tried to crawl away Demeter stopped her by placing a heel on her hand to which Ophelia screamed in pain

"What is it Ophelia? Not happy that you got caught in your whorish ways?"
Someone came back on the phone and told Demeter something, "Yes yes just hurry"
It took a few more minutes but then Caleb came on the line Demeter explained the situation and asked, "So what do you think I should do" as she switched it over to speaker phone

"You may do whatever you wish to her tonight Demeter, as I cannot be there in my current state and I trust you the most with my pet; you may do as you see fit"

Demeter nodded and Ophelia tried to protest but the only thing to come out of it

"I'm sorry Ophelia but I must err on Demeter's side this time as I am not there and you could've very possibly done this.  I believe her and trust you will learn under her this time"

"Thank you Caleb, I promise she'll learn" Demeter sad as she clicked the phone off. Turning to head toward the basement as she stripped out of the top she was in because it was too confining for the work she was about to do she snapped her fingers and Ophelia was next to her in a second

"You knew you'd get caught someday"

"Only because you were snooping"

"Yeah, well that's part of the problem isn't it you cheat you sooner or later get caught"

"Like you and caleb"

"Has your master told you this?"

"No, I just figured"

"That because he spends so much time with me he was fucking me instead of you"

"Yes ma'am, is this true?"

Demeter stopped at the last step and faced her knowing that this was only partially true "No it is not kitten, the reason why he spends so much time with me is because he doesn't feel he can trust you"

"Oh" the pet cast her eyes down and looked around "I'm good for nothing"

"I didn't say you were good for nothing, although if you want my truth I do not think he is right for you"

"Why is that?"

"Because you are both inexperienced, but maybe I'm wrong and maybe you will turn out to be a good fit for him after all you've lasted a year with him so far"
Ophelia half smiled even as she was put in the harness awaiting her punishment.
Demeter surveyed the wall then surveyed the slaves back as she was choosing her impliments she ran her hands over the very expensive and fine collection of floggers and whips that Caleb had "Into impact play I see pet"

"Yes I do like the sensation of something hitting against my skin" she answered

Demeter picked up the braided seven tail flogger that he had and snapped it in the air seeing Ophelia shiver she smiled 'I can see why he did choose you"
The whip snapped again, closer to her body, "first things first you need to learn to always address someone the right way I see he hasn't taught you and that is just wrong"

She first laid a crisscross pattern over her back, Ophelia let out a moan writhing in her chains she snapped it again just letting the edges of the whip brush the skin several times; Ophelia was enjoying inspite of herself the pain and pleasure that this strong hand sent through her body.  Each time the whip touched her skin it came alive and each time it drew back it felt like her body was missing something

"Next lesson, learn to respect your master's friends and rules" she dropped the whip and walked over grabbing her hair and biting her ear "I think I should implement an orgasm control regiment, or for each time that you get caught with someone else it means that you go without his loving touch and only his stern touch"

"I-I don't think he could do that"

"We'll see, for your sake I hope he does"

The words sent chills up ophelia's spine as they continued Demeter said "I shall be right back I have a toy I've been dying to try out and this seems like the opportune time, as for some reason he doesn't have it hanging up in his"

Ophelia was left in the chains writhing and she had to admit she liked this, even more than the normal session with her master, she hoped to talk to him about learning a few things from her when he got back. She heard the door open and she seemed to walk down the stairs with deliberate ease, the sounds of metal clinking on the stairs, as she came down Ophelia laid eyes on a seven tailed iron flogger and said involuntarily "He does have one of those it's just hidden"

"oh really, got to talk about Caleb hiding his toys from me"

She turned around in front of her and instead of flogging the back started working on the front, each stroke felt like a tiny pinpoint of fire going through Ophelia, she rared back and did it again sending a moan through the pet's lips. This continued on for ten minutes and surprisingly by the end of it
Ophelia was not bloodied but only left with red welts from the flogging and a sensation to jump Demeter right then and there. She writhed in her chains and asked in a desperate voice "May…I pleasure you mistress?"

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                                               Chapter Sixteen Strike Me Down

Another few months had passed between the visiting night with Demeter; Caleb and Ophelia, had celebrated their first year together, but aside from that night they seemed to be slipping away from each other, they spoke in tense terms and curt phrases.  The worst thing about this was the fact that Caleb had no clue why, it just seemed to be happening.  Caleb was frustrated and angry with the world as he couldn't get that many models because each time he tried Ophelia would get pissed; even after trying to convince kitten herself to model he still didn't have anyone, to sooth his anger he started relying on alcohol, which everyone took notice of.  It's not like he'd actually drink at work or even be drunk while at work but as soon as he was home he would start drinking.  Ophelia had started voluntarily sleeping in the guest room which for some reason suited him just fine.

Demeter had pulled him aside one day and told him if he didn't straighten up that she would make sure to put him in a rehab; of course he listened to her.  He didn't know why but he started to care more for her opinion than anyone else's, so he went and while there he thought about what had happened. Many of the psychiatrists believed that he was somehow feeling guilt over his sister, which was partially true he had never forgotten that day as long as he lived.   But it wasn't all; he lay in bed at night thinking about Ophelia and Demeter; how he wished he could just fix it so he could have them both, how he wished he could fix it so his dad was still alive. The more he thought about this the more he just wanted to scream

"Why isn't anything working out the way I planned, why do the gods test me so?"

All his life he had spent chasing after girls who had no business being his.  All his life he had thought he was a master yet nobody seemed to want to keep him, then again was he looking in the right places?

                                                          *-_-_-_-_-_-*

Miles away from where Caleb was Ophelia was humming a song and swinging to the music as she cooked supper; she had no thought about rather they would eat supper but she was rather assured of herself.  During the months that Caleb had not been paying attention or just not really in the clue she had been sneaking around with two people, Lucian, and a girl who she didn't know the real name of but knew she was nicknamed Magdalena; she was a raven haired goddess with legs to last days and a perfect body (in Ophelia's mind).

As she cooked there was some alt indie rock song going on in the background, for some reason it reminded her of Caleb, and she had a twinge of guilt
What am I doing? He is the person who picked me. Her inner voice said, but Ophelia shrugged it off.
During the year they had been together he had done nothing but mope, especially lately he was getting week "Caleb is obviously weak, everyone knows it I'm just taking advantage of it" she said outloud to herself.  She continued to cook when she heard the doorbell and ran to it; it wasn't who she was expecting though it was Demeter.

Ophelia was already dressed in a skintight dress that revealed way too much, and the way she answered the door just made Demeter even more suspicious; the mistress looked at her and said
"Expecting someone my dear?"

"Yea- no I'm not, what are you doing here?"

"Well Caleb called me and asked me to check up on you"

"How kind of him", she said in a rather curt dismissive tone

"You know, I ought to envoke my rights of punishing you"

Just then a car drove by but didn't stop seeing the door open and sped off; Demeter gave it one look and mumbled to herself "I know that car" then turned to look at Ophelia

"You were expecting Mag, weren't you?"

"And what if I was?" she said like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

Three things happened in wild succession the door snapped shut behind Demeter, she grabbed Ophelia by the collar and made sure she could see the clasp

"You do see this don't you? You do realize what this means to him don't you?"

"Y-y-yes" came the stammered replies of the kitten who was caught
Demeter forced her down onto her knees and grabbed her cell phone, dialing as fast as she could the number to the rehab

"Yes, this is Demeter Jones, I need to speak with patient Caleb Brown please"
The silence on the other end as she waited, Ophelia tried to crawl away Demeter stopped her by placing a heel on her hand to which Ophelia screamed in pain

"What is it Ophelia? Not happy that you got caught in your whorish ways?"
Someone came back on the phone and told Demeter something, "Yes yes just hurry"
It took a few more minutes but then Caleb came on the line Demeter explained the situation and asked, "So what do you think I should do" as she switched it over to speaker phone

"You may do whatever you wish to her tonight Demeter, as I cannot be there in my current state and I trust you the most with my pet; you may do as you see fit"

Demeter nodded and Ophelia tried to protest but the only thing to come out of it

"I'm sorry Ophelia but I must err on Demeter's side this time as I am not there and you could've very possibly done this.  I believe her and trust you will learn under her this time"

"Thank you Caleb, I promise she'll learn" Demeter sad as she clicked the phone off. Turning to head toward the basement as she stripped out of the top she was in because it was too confining for the work she was about to do she snapped her fingers and Ophelia was next to her in a second

"You knew you'd get caught someday"

"Only because you were snooping"

"Yeah, well that's part of the problem isn't it you cheat you sooner or later get caught"

"Like you and caleb"

"Has your master told you this?"

"No, I just figured"

"That because he spends so much time with me he was fucking me instead of you"

"Yes ma'am, is this true?"

Demeter stopped at the last step and faced her knowing that this was only partially true "No it is not kitten, the reason why he spends so much time with me is because he doesn't feel he can trust you"

"Oh" the pet cast her eyes down and looked around "I'm good for nothing"

"I didn't say you were good for nothing, although if you want my truth I do not think he is right for you"

"Why is that?"

"Because you are both inexperienced, but maybe I'm wrong and maybe you will turn out to be a good fit for him after all you've lasted a year with him so far"
Ophelia half smiled even as she was put in the harness awaiting her punishment.
Demeter surveyed the wall then surveyed the slaves back as she was choosing her impliments she ran her hands over the very expensive and fine collection of floggers and whips that Caleb had "Into impact play I see pet"

"Yes I do like the sensation of something hitting against my skin" she answered

Demeter picked up the braided seven tail flogger that he had and snapped it in the air seeing Ophelia shiver she smiled 'I can see why he did choose you"
The whip snapped again, closer to her body, "first things first you need to learn to always address someone the right way I see he hasn't taught you and that is just wrong"

She first laid a crisscross pattern over her back, Ophelia let out a moan writhing in her chains she snapped it again just letting the edges of the whip brush the skin several times; Ophelia was enjoying inspite of herself the pain and pleasure that this strong hand sent through her body.  Each time the whip touched her skin it came alive and each time it drew back it felt like her body was missing something

"Next lesson, learn to respect your master's friends and rules" she dropped the whip and walked over grabbing her hair and biting her ear "I think I should implement an orgasm control regiment, or for each time that you get caught with someone else it means that you go without his loving touch and only his stern touch"

"I-I don't think he could do that"

"We'll see, for your sake I hope he does"

The words sent chills up ophelia's spine as they continued Demeter said "I shall be right back I have a toy I've been dying to try out and this seems like the opportune time, as for some reason he doesn't have it hanging up in his"

Ophelia was left in the chains writhing and she had to admit she liked this, even more than the normal session with her master, she hoped to talk to him about learning a few things from her when he got back. She heard the door open and she seemed to walk down the stairs with deliberate ease, the sounds of metal clinking on the stairs, as she came down Ophelia laid eyes on a seven tailed iron flogger and said involuntarily "He does have one of those it's just hidden"

"oh really, got to talk about Caleb hiding his toys from me"

She turned around in front of her and instead of flogging the back started working on the front, each stroke felt like a tiny pinpoint of fire going through Ophelia, she rared back and did it again sending a moan through the pet's lips. This continued on for ten minutes and surprisingly by the end of it
Ophelia was not bloodied but only left with red welts from the flogging and a sensation to jump Demeter right then and there. She writhed in her chains and asked in a desperate voice "May…I pleasure you mistress?"