Never Let Me Go - Part 2

Part One:  "Never Let Me Go" 

Adam fussed at his tie in the mirror for the tenth time and then told himself again that he was being silly.  There was no reason to be nervous.  Turning from the mirror, he scooped up the bouquet of flowers that were lying on his bed and surveyed the room one last time to make sure there wasn’t anything he needed from home before heading back to his Mistress’s house.  Satisfied that he hadn’t missed anything, he strode out of the house, got into his BMW and tried to drive the seven miles to her place in a reasonably calm fashion.

It had been three months since Adam had begun his service with Lucinda and there was no doubt in his mind that he had made the right decision.  Adam had never questioned his desires, believing that there was no point in fighting them, but he felt that he hadn’t really known what he was looking for until Lucinda had given it to him.  Adam had tried to role play with past girlfriends who either hadn’t taken him seriously or had taken far too much delight in degrading him.  That had been when he had decided to go to a professional.  Christine, at least, had shown finesse and had been capable of fulfilling some of his dark desires, but even so part of him had dreaded coming home each night to be played with.  Although at the time he had assumed that the feeling was part of the lifestyle. 

But with Lucinda it had been different.  She had trained him to please her, teaching him how to earn approval by correctly performing his duties.  She had tested his devotion, requiring him to suffer exquisite agonies and burn with helpless desire at her delicate hands.  She had brought him to the revelation that a being a slave didn’t mean living in humiliation.  Slavery was existing in a state of complete trust and submission.  And in exchange for his surrender, she cherished him as no woman had before, praising him as her faithful pet and confiding in him little pieces of herself.

Adam pulled into the driveway of Lucinda’s house and nervously checked his tie again.  Getting out of the car, he collected his things and let himself into the front door.  Once inside, not being able to wait another minute, he set down everything but the flowers in the entry hall and headed straight for her sitting room.  Knocking lightly at the door, he heard a muffled voice say “Come in” and then he put a sweaty palm on the doorknob and let himself in.

Adam stopped in his tracks with his gift behind his back when he saw his Mistress with a naked slave at her feet.  Jealousy flared across his features as he took in the scene.  It was several seconds before he noticed the other woman sitting in a chair across from them, the man’s true Mistress, but even then he could not take his attention away from Lucinda’s hand on the other man’s shoulder.

“You’re home early, Adam,” his Mistress said to him, her voice calling his eyes to her face.  It was Saturday and he had been granted several hours to himself to take care of personal business, but he had returned early this afternoon with a proposition.

Adam brought forward the bouquet of yellow and white chrysanthemums, favorites of hers as he had learned in their hours alone when she had started to open up to him, and moved towards his Mistress with a confident stride that his slave self did not possess.  Lucinda rose automatically to meet him as an equal, thinking that there was something wrong, but when he reached her, Adam knelt.  As a practical matter, Adam didn’t have to kneel when he was wearing clothes but he did it anyway, offering up the bouquet. 

Lucinda blinked at him and said nothing.

“I would like to take you to dinner tonight,” Adam announced.

Clearly flustered, Lucinda responded, “Go to my room and wait for me."

Adam looked confused but he rose and moved to obey.

"I want you naked when I get there,” she called after him.

As I buckled the collar around Adam's neck, I tried not to wonder if I was doing the right thing.  It didn't matter.  I had made my decision. 

Walking briskly out of my bedroom with my gloriously naked Adam in tow, I made my way to the bright living room where Christine was waiting for us.  When we entered, she gave us the questioning look that I had expected because I hadn’t told her why I had called her here this morning.

Adam followed me as I approached Christine and stayed standing behind me as she rose and kissed my cheek.

“That is not how I taught you to greet guests is it, Adam?”  I asked him.

As Christine and I took our seats on the couch, Adam obediently came forward to kneel and kiss her feet.  He made it quick and perfunctory and then crawled back to kneel next to me, pressing his head against my leg. 

I think he knew before the words even came out of my mouth.

“I think it’s time you took Adam back, Christine.”

Christine looked as surprised as I had imagined she would be. 

“You can’t be serious.”

“I’m perfectly serious.”

“Lucinda, I completely misread him, you know that.  I did all the wrong things with him, looking for fetishes when he all he wanted was to serve.”

“This will be an opportunity for you to learn then,” I told her, “An opportunity for both of you.”

“I don’t understand, Lucinda, you are marvelous together.  No one gives better performances at the gatherings and he clearly loves . . .”

I hastily stood up and held the end of Adam’s leash out to her.

“. . . being with you.”

“He is a man paying for a service that I can no longer provide,” I said and dropping the leash, I left the room.

Adam stared unseeingly at the floor and took in a long, deep breath as Christine sat in disbelief.  Then sitting back on his heels, he reached behind his neck to slowly undo the collar and let it drop to the floor.  His movement attracted Christine's attention and she watched him, his jaw muscles twitching and his fists clenched, trying to deal with the emotions Lucinda's rejection had stirred up.  And then with a sudden lurch, he rose to his feet and stormed out.

Adam walked straight to Lucinda's room and flung open the door, causing it slam loudly against the wall.  And then he saw Lucinda just standing there in the middle of her elegant bedroom fighting the tears that were streaming down her face.  She looked up and started to shake her head.

"I love you, Lucinda!"

Lucinda made a protesting sound and then broke into sobs, her body shaking violently and her knees starting to give way.  Taking three long strides towards her, Adam scooped her up in his arms, and held her against his nude body.  With unexpected fierceness, Lucinda wrapped her own arms around him and clung to him, her tears beginning to flow freely.  Adam held on to her until she became too tired to keep crying and then he picked her up, placing her on the bed and stretching out next to her.  He kissed her shoulder and enfolded her in his arms again.

Adam didn't care why it was that Lucinda could not accept his love or what it might take to prove to her that his love could be relied on.  She could take out all of her fear and anger on him, if she wanted.  She could make him suffer for the sins of whoever had done this to her.  He could take it.  He could be strong enough for the both of them.

And he would be here when she was ready.  He would be right here.  Always.

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