Joining the Circle Ch. 01

Junie: I think I understand, Sir. I would not have a problem accepting your beliefs. I actually would like to learn more about it. I know I have trouble believing in God but I still feel like there is something... something intangible... just out of reach. Magic... I am sorry, Sir. I just don't have the words.

Bob: Donna and I believe that the world is filled with magic. Perhaps we will have a convert.

Junie: At least a curious student, Sir.

Bob: So, Sweet Junie, do you think you want to continue talking like this or would you like to move on to talking on the phone?

Junie: I would love to talk on the phone, Sir. I am very curious to hear you voice, yours and Mistress Donna's.

Bob: I think that I would like to hear your voice as well.

Junie: Sir, I have a beautiful high pitched voice... and a beautiful nervous giggle.

Bob: (arches a brow) Sir James has told me of your giggling. He is of an opinion that it will take a firm hand to deal with that.

Junie: Oh Sir, suddenly I am all a tingle. I can feel my happy heart racing. (I had to stop and remember the positive word.) I crave a firm hand.

Bob: Good job. Now give me your number. I want to hear this giggle of yours.

Junie: Yes, Sir.

Bob dialed her number and she picked it up on the first ring. Her voice was soft, high pitched, and a little breathless.

"Hello, Sir."

"Hello, Sweet Junie."

"Oh, Sir, your voice is like a train in the distance. It rumbles and vibrates. I can feel it clear down to my toes. Oops, my pretty toes."

"Junie, you have a sweet voice, soft and feminine."

"Thank you, Sir."

Donna walked into the office. She eyed him on the phone. "Who are you talking to?"

"Junie, Donna is here. She wonders who I am talking to." Junie giggled a soft ringing bell. "I don't mind your giggle."

Donna grinned and held out her hand for the phone. "Gimme, please."

Bob laughed and said to Junie, "Donna wants me to give her the phone. Should I?"

Junie answered, "Please, Sir, how can you ask me to make that kind of decision? How could I choose?"

Bob looked at Donna, "She is a diplomat. She refuses to choose." He could hear Junie giggling. "I am making her nervous. Maybe you should get on the extension and listen in."

Donna's eyes lit up and she ran to the phone in the kitchen. "Hello, Junie?" Bob could tell Donna was trying to sound calm and relaxed, but he knew her well enough to hear the excited tension underlying her even tone.

"Hello, Ma'am." Junie's voice trembled.

Donna asked her, "Is this a little too fast, Sweet Junie?" Her voice was warm and reassuring.

"No, Ma'am. I just don't know what to say. I guess I wasn't expecting to talk with you tonight."

Bob interjected, "Now is as good a time as ever."

Junie sounded a little flustered with having to talk with both of them at once. Donna told her, "Well, my Sweet Junie, I will leave you to talk with Bob. I just wanted to hear your voice and say hello. We will have lots of chances to talk soon."

"Okay, good bye, Ma'am."

"Good bye, sweetness. Bob, you should reward her for being so brave."

Bob laughed a deep rumble and Donna could hear Junie giggle in response.

"What kind of reward would you like, Sweet Junie? Would you like to climb up into my lap? Would you like me to wrap my big, strong arms around you and hold you close?"

"That would be wonderful, Sir."

"If you were in my lap I would have a lot of difficulty keeping my hands off your beautiful breasts. Junie, where are you now in your house?"

"I am sitting on my couch, Sir."

"Do you have a blanket on your couch? I want you to wrap up tight in a blanket. I want you warm and sheltered."

"Yes, Sir, I have a blanket. I am wrapping up in it."

"Pull it tight around you."

"Yes, Sir."

"Are you warm?"

"Yes, Sir, almost too warm. I feel sweaty."

"I hold you close and rock you. You feel safe and warm, very warm with both of us under this blanket. You feel very relaxed and happy."

"Yes, Sir. I feel so good. I wrap my arms around your neck and hide my pretty face in your chest. I take a deep breath, inhaling your scent."

"Hush, sweet girl, just relax and listen. I just want to hold you, to feel your energy, your warmth."

"Yes, Sir."

"Last night, did you play with yourself like Donna asked? Did you think about her making love to you with her mouth as you caressed your beautiful cunt?"

"Yes I did, Sir. I whispered to her while I rubbed my hot little clit. I whispered to her to lick me and bite me. I came hard and called out to her. I whispered to her thank you, like she told me to."

"What kinds of noises do you make when you come, Junie?"

Junie giggled, "Um, I am sorry, Sir. Do you want me to make the sounds now or describe them?"

"Just describe them." Again she giggled. Bob growled, "Don't test my patience." Softening his voice he whispered, "I was feeling all warm and cuddly with you and here you are getting tense and anxious. Why are you feeling nervous?"

"I guess I feel a little shy about this, Sir." She audibly took a couple of deep breaths. "Okay, at first, I am pretty quiet during sex. I make soft little high pitched moans and squeaks as I get more excited, kind of little squeaky whimpers almost like I am afraid. Right before I come, I kind of get all tense and rigid. I notice I stop breathing, and I don't make any sounds at all. The bigger the orgasm the longer I hold my breath. When I come I make different sounds, sometimes I screech, especially if I am trying to not come and I can't stop. A lot of the time, I say things. I curse a lot, kind of babbling things like fuck, fuck, fuck... If it is a really long orgasm, I kind of build up louder and louder until I am yelling the words and then I just sort of start making deep groaning grunting sounds. I can be pretty noisy then, Sir." Her voice turned soft. "Is that what you wanted to know?"

"You did great. Was that so hard?"

"No, Sir, not so hard."

"Do you play with yourself every night?"

"I used to, but lately Sir James has been limiting me to one time a week other than our play time. I used my one time last night."

"At this point in our relationship it is up to you how long you want to continue to obey Sir James. Speaking of obeying him, do you think you are going to post those pictures?"

"I don't know. I took them, but I am frightened that somehow it could come back and hurt me. I sent them to Sir J. I also struggle with feeling confident about my..." Bob could hear her hesitate and force the words, "beautiful body."

"Good girl. It will get easier to say. Eventually, it will become automatic and then you will start to believe it. Before you post the pictures publicly, I want you to send me the pictures. Do not send them to me until you want to, but I want to see them first. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Sir. I don't think I would be too embarrassed to send you the pictures now, if you want."

"Do what you want to do, Sweet Junie. I can assure you that my response will be positive and I promise anything you send us will be kept very private."

"Yes, Sir."

"Tomorrow is your play date with Sir James. He mentioned that you feel sad afterward. Is that true?"

"I just feel so much more lonely afterward, Sir. Sometimes I cry."

"Sir James has to leave you alone like that because his wife has come home?"

"Yes, Sir."

"After he leaves you alone, I want you to log onto instant messaging. We will call you. I am guessing that what is happening is you are stopping too quickly. The sudden drop of your adrenaline levels and your loneliness is crashing over you. I don't want you to go through that let down alone again."

"Is that what they mean by sub drop, Sir?"

"Perhaps, it varies from one person to the next. Sub drop can last from a few minutes to a couple of days after a particularly grueling session. It's like the sub has used up a lot of her energy and kind of goes through a period of depression or low energy for a while. Is it like that for you?"

"Yes, Sir, kind of. Now that I think of it, Fridays have been a really low day for me. I don't work on Fridays and I end up sleeping most of the day."

"Would I be far off, if I guessed it is also a day when you do a lot of eating and mostly sweet things?"

Junie's voice was small and sad. "Yes, Sir."

"You told Donna you eat more when you are lonely and sad. You have been trying to get through the lows any way you can. Fridays are a lonely day for you anyway, with no work. Do you exercise?"

"I have a membership at a gym, Sir, but I have not gone very often recently. I also walk."

"I am not asking because I want you to think about your weight. Exercise can be a way to help manage depression. I may end up suggesting you go for a walk."

"Yes, Sir."

"Let's not worry about that now. How are you feeling now?"

"Sweaty and hot, but kind of relaxed and floaty."

"I want you to drink a big glass of water before you go to sleep tonight. Remember to use the positive words when you talk about yourself. We will talk tomorrow after you spend your play time with Sir James."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good bye, Sweet Junie."

"Good bye, Sir"

You might recognize this story as one I had up in the past, under the title Northwest Hunters. I took it down for revision and a brief flirtation with possible publication.

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