Joining the Circle Ch. 02

Chapter 2: Rescue

Donna walked into the office. She had a happy smile on her face. "You were so sweet to her. I really like the idea of having us call her after her time with that guy. We can reward her. She will associate us with feeling better."

Bob stood and stretched. "You were listening?"

Donna laughed. "I didn't say I was hanging up. I just said I was going to let her talk with just you. Pisses me off that he is only letting her orgasm once a week, other than their play time. Sounds like a selfish bastard."

"She won't be with him much longer. I would not be surprised if she calls it off before we tell her to. I personally don't like the idea of her posting nude pictures. She is right, it can backfire on her."

"You have her agreeing to listen to you about that. You can delay her decision until it won't be hers to make anymore. You are a devious, hungry, old dog to ask her to send them to you."

"I just hope that she is wearing panties." Bob pulled Donna to him and swatted her firmly on her ass. "You know you will always be my goddess." Donna sighed and melted against him. "I love you."

Email received the next morning.

Dear Master Bob and Mistress Donna,

I enjoyed talking with you last night on the telephone. Attached are the pictures that Sir James has wanted me to post.

I have a question. Sir James punishes me by making me kneel alone in the dark for long periods of time, refusing to call me, or not allowing me to have orgasms during our play times. It seems like he has been talking a lot about punishments lately. What kinds of punishments would you give me if you decide I deserve them?

Off to work. I hope you have a happy day.

I am looking forward to talking to you later tonight.

Happily Obedient,

Junie

There was an attachment of six pictures of a small voluptuous Junie. She looked absolutely terrified, smiling a tight artificial smile that did not reach her huge frightened eyes. Donna thought she was wearing way too much makeup.

She was completely nude, trying to pose in a series of seductive albeit demure positions, standing, sitting, and reclining, her legs always carefully closed. Despite her obvious nudity, there was a quality of innocence, old-fashioned reserve, even cheesecake. She had puffy brown cunt lips that hid her inner pink folds. Her heavy breasts resting on her soft rounded belly and wonderful, wide hips and large, round bottom made her look like sculptures of an ancient fertility goddess.

Donna murmured, "She is a shy little nymph, a perfect little earth mother. Can't you just see her, with her face clean, peeking out around a tree trunk, deep in the forest, ferns in her hair?"

Bob nodded. "She is something, isn't she? I wish she didn't look so afraid."

"Tell her that. After you get done raving about her body, tell her that because she looks unhappy, the pictures don't do her justice."

"She sure is cute though and such a fine round bottom. It will be so nice to spank. She did ask about punishments. Do you want to answer that one or should I?"

Donna laughed, "I think I better answer this one."

Dear Sweet Junie,

Bob and I got your email and pictures. You are so sweet in those pictures. You have such beautiful body, so full and rich. Such wonderful curves, you look like an earth mother. How could anyone resist wanting to cuddle up to you?

You tried so hard to smile and look comfortable but I could tell you were so uncomfortable. Your pretty eyes looked so frightened. I am sure when you talk to Bob; he will talk to you about that. You asked about punishments. So far I have not played with many subs and I have never punished someone that had disobeyed me, so I am not sure how exactly I would react until the situation is at hand. Bob will be overseeing my progress in topping you and being your Mistress. Your safe words will still always be there for you to use.

I can tell you that Bob is a strong believer in immediate consequences. My theory is that he has been training dogs for too long and deep in his heart, he still believes that the consequence for any action must be closely matched in time to the transgression for it to have the most impact. It seems like immediacy is paramount over ritual in this. What he does exactly is widely variable and ingeniously appropriate to the misdeed. Too much talking and I had both his smelly socks in my mouth all one afternoon. Get too bratty and you will be over his knee, and realizing that not all spankings are fun in a nanosecond. Once I was not paying attention to him and he picked me up and threw me into the lake before I knew what was going on. Each and every one of his "punishments" fit the transgression and left me better for having experienced them.

We have been together what seems our whole lives. I know how he ticks and usually how far to push him. I don't get punished very often anymore. I will be there with you. If you make mistakes, it will be because I have made errors in your training and as such Bob has made it clear I will be sharing any consequences you earn.

Mistress Donna

It was almost 11:00 pm when Donna saw that Junie had logged onto her computer and turned on her instant messenger.

Donna: Sweet Junie, is it okay for me to call you now?

Junie: Yes, Ma'am.

When Junie answered the phone her voice was dull and fogged with tears and exhaustion. Donna did not like the hopelessness in her voice.

"Junie, is this how you always feel after playing with Sir James?"

"No, Ma'am."

"Did something happen?"

Soft sobs came over the phone. Donna could hear Junie trying to answer, but the words were impossible to understand.

"Slow down, Sweet Junie. If you can't talk, just breathe and cry. I will be here with you until you can talk."

After several of minutes of tears, Junie managed to choke out. "I am sorry, Ma'am, it just... it's just... He lied to me. He has been lying to me the whole time. He made me lie to you..." Junie broke down in sobs again.

Donna felt a pang of alarm, "It's okay, Sweetie, go ahead tell me about it."

Junie coughed and took a deep shaky breath. "He was really angry when he found out I had not posted the pictures. When I told him that Bob wanted to talk to me about it first, he just lost it. He told me he never meant for me to become your sub. He said I was just bait for bigger fish. He said he was playing a trick on me, testing me, fucking with my mind." "He told me tonight that I can't talk to you anymore. He said... he said..." Junie strangled down another sob. "He said that you guys weren't real. That nobody would really want me. When I tried to use the positive words, he screamed at me, called me fat and old and useless and stupid. He is right, I have been so stupid."

Donna put the phone on mute and called to Bob. "Get on the extension. That bastard has got our girl all torn up. Honey, please just listen, she doesn't need both of us badgering her with questions."

Donna turned on the phone again and cooed and murmured over the phone. "You know that we are real, don't you, baby? You know that he is wrong. He was just trying to hurt you, make you weak, so he could control you. You don't have to listen to that. You can tell him no."

Junie began to sob louder, almost hysterically. "I can't. He won't let me. He said if I tried, he would hurt me."

Donna felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. All her protective instincts were running on high. "What did he threaten you with, Junie?"

"He said he would send my pictures to my family and my work. He said he knows where I live. He says he knows someone in this town who would come here and hurt me."

Donna forced her voice to remain calm and businesslike. "Do you think he really is capable of doing those things?"

"I don't know. He sounded so mad. I don't know how he would find my family to give them the pictures, but he does know my address. He mails me things sometimes. And it wouldn't be too hard to figure out my work."

"I wouldn't worry too much about losing your job. You don't work directly with children so they probably wouldn't care about things like that. Anyway I strongly suspect you are going to be quitting your job soon. Are you afraid to be home alone?"

"A little, but I do live in a locked apartment building with security cameras."

"Okay, Sweetie, but if you get scared don't hesitate to do anything and everything to keep yourself safe. Call the cops. Call Bob or me. Now tell me everything you know about this James. Personal things, like addresses, work, and phone numbers. He thinks he is a big man, trying to scare you with threats. We might need to turn things around on him."

"I do know his mailing address. He put his return address on a package he sent me one time. I think he forgot or was feeling more trusting. He told me later to destroy it, but I didn't. I just wanted something to feel closer to him. I have a phone number, but I am pretty sure it is a prepaid cell phone number. He is a preacher or something like that. I have a picture of him in a... um... sort of undressed and excited state."

"His address will be more than enough and the church thing will give us lots of leverage if we need it."

"I am not even sure his name is James, Ma'am."

"I would not be surprised if it was. I can tell you are calming down. You are remembering to call me Ma'am."

"Yes, a little, Ma'am."

"So I am gathering that you did not know he wasn't serious about you finding a new Master and Mistress."

"No, Ma'am. I really thought he was serious about giving me to you. Instead, now, I got the impression that he was thinking about using me to get to you guys somehow. I am not sure exactly, it was just something about me being small fry, bait, trolling for bigger fish?"

"Then you did not lie. You were tricked and I think that the trick has backfired. You are not going to obey him anymore are you? You are going to keep talking to both Bob and me, aren't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I am terribly afraid, but nothing could stop me from talking to you. I am a little worried that he would retaliate against you as well."

"Don't worry about us. We have been pretty careful about keeping our identities private. And we have done nothing illegal and it would have very little impact on our lives if our lifestyle was made public." Donna laughed softly. "Folks in town think we are pretty crazy already. It would be the best gossip for them."

"He said he will never let me go."

"Do you want to be free of him?"

"More than anything!" For the first time Donna heard anger in Junie's voice.

"Sweet sweet Junie, your submission is a gift. All you have to do is take it back. Without that gift, he cannot be your Master, Dom, or even your friend anymore. He never was your friend. Will you accept me as your Mistress? Just for now, so you won't feel abandoned, so you won't feel lost, will you give that gift to me?"

"Really? Oh, Mistress Donna, I want that so much. I want it forever, but I will be happy with just for now." "Junie, what are you doing right now?"

"I was pacing my apartment when I was crying, but now I am sitting on my couch, wrapped up in my blanket."

"How are you feeling?"

"I am kind of cold. I was all sweaty and now I am feeling chilled. My head kind of aches and my back and bottom hurt, sting, and burn, Ma'am."

"Keep wrapped up in that blanket. You did not play with that bastard did you?"

"Play? He said I had to be punished for my stupidity, for believing you, and for disobeying him about the pictures. He made me hurt myself. He made me hit myself over and over with a belt. He made me repeat things, ugly things about myself. I believe he thinks I am going to obey him. He said he would look for the pictures to be posted tomorrow and if they weren't, he would post them himself, with my real name and address. He said he would have his friend come visit me. He said he owed this guy a fuck. He said that once that guy got here, I would really learn obedience." Junie's voice began to tremble. "Maybe I should just post them."

"Let's not worry about that right now. Are you hurt at all?" "I think I am bruised. He kept telling me to hit harder and faster. In the end he made me use the buckle end of the belt. He said I wasn't crying loud enough."

"Oh, Sweet Junie, he had you totally terrified."

Junie whimpered. "I was so afraid he would do what he said, send my pictures to my work, people I have to see every day, or my babies."

"Junie, even if he rented a fucking billboard and put your pictures up by the freeway, there is no reason to allow him to force you to do things you don't want to do. Junie, sweet dear Junie, step to one side, put aside the fear and the shyness. What is the worst thing that can happen if he does all the things he has threatened to do?"

"He could have someone hurt me, Ma'am."

"Okay, that would be really bad. But I believe he is full of hot air on that one. If he was all that bad of a guy, he wouldn't be hiding from his bridge playing wife."

Junie giggled. "True, he always seemed very scared of her, Ma'am."

"So you have all tomorrow off and the whole weekend. What did you have planned?"

"Not a whole lot, Ma'am. Bob mentioned something about exercise to help with the sad feelings. I probably was going to sew. I was looking forward to talking with you more."

"Would you like to meet for lunch tomorrow?"

"Oh, Ma'am, really?"

"You pick out a nice, quiet, easy to find place and Bob and I will meet you there. Just for a get to know you talk."

Junie named a restaurant and gave Donna the address. "It's a nice, quiet, little place, and the food is nice and fresh. If the weather is nice, we can eat on the deck maybe."

"Okay, sweet thing, make sure your door is locked and don't answer it for anyone. Here is my number if you need me. Call anytime, but if you think you are in danger, don't call me, call the cops."

"Yes, Ma'am, what should I wear?"

"Wear what you are comfortable in. Something that makes you feel pretty. For Bob's sake, make sure the panties are sexy. He won't be getting to look, but at least we can have his imagination all on fire."

Junie giggled. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Remember; call me if there is any problem. You are mine now. It is your responsibility to keep me informed as to your well being."

"Oh yes, Ma'am."

"First thing I want you to remember is any and all rules that you have been obeying for that bastard are null and void."

"Okay, Ma'am."

"I wish I could be there to hold you. Oh, and damn it, I forbid you to communicate with that bastard James. No email, no instant messaging, no phone calls. Bob and I will be doing all of that."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Before you go to sleep, send me all the info you have on this James and be sure to include the picture. I want the phone number too. I think calling him at some point may be a good idea."

After she hung up, Bob came out of the kitchen. He looked furious. "It was nearly fucking impossible to not jump in and talk. But, I agree, she needed to talk to one of us, not the both of us."

"We have his mailing address and a picture of him. I would like to have a private detective go out and see if this is the right place. Maybe take a couple of pictures of him at his house and maybe at his church? It would make his asshole clench right up if he got a couple of those in his email."

"My angry goddess, you have the vicious, devious nature to be really good at this. You go ahead and handle this. Just keep me informed. I will do all the direct communicating with this guy. He will be more likely to listen to a man."

"Agreed, if I get right on it, we should have pictures of him, his house, and maybe his church by morning. It will be a nice little present for him to find in his email."

Donna had no trouble hiring a detective. She offered a significant financial incentive to him for getting her the information she needed as quickly as possible.

She spent almost all night on the phone with him making arrangements. Within a couple of hours the detective was able to confirm that the house address existed and the title was registered to a James Conrad. He did a drive by of the house and ran the license plate of a large white Cadillac parked out front and found it registered to an Agnes Conrad. There was a bumper sticker on the car for a local Baptist church.

There was a web page for the church and the pictures of the pastor matched the picture that Junie sent her, barring the fact that the picture that Junie sent her had him wearing a cowboy hat, a pair of leather chaps, a hard on, and not much else.

The detective had already sent her pictures of the house and the church.

"He was not very careful was he?" Bob commented as he looked over her shoulder at the things she was writing down on a yellow legal tablet.

"I still want pictures of him and his wife in their yard." Donna was running on pure anger and adrenaline, that and almost a whole pot of coffee. "Don't take everything away from him. We should keep him afraid of what he might lose."

"You are right. I just want to scare the fuck out of him."

"That is my privilege." Bob's voice was low and determined.

Bob had never enjoyed writing an email as much as he enjoyed writing this one. He had fun cutting and pasting the semi-nude picture of James into the image of the church website he had downloaded. It was pathetically obscene.

Dear Sir James, or should I say, Pastor James Conrad,

It seems you never intended for Junie become my sub. She tells me that you have told her to stop communicating with me.

It seems you have threatened her with embarrassment and personal harm if she does not obey you.

You have fucked with the wrong guy, Pastor James. I know where you live. I know where you work. I know how much more you have to lose than our little Junie, OUR Junie, NOT yours.

Already today, I have had a private detective watching your home. He is out there now. Go ahead look out your window. Wave. Maybe you should introduce Agnes to him.

You will have no further communication with Junie. You will not post any pictures of her on any website. Ideally you should delete and destroy any and all information you have about Junie, but there is no way for me to confirm this, beyond trusting you. And we both know how trustworthy you are.

If you try to communicate with Junie ever again, I will personally make sure that your neighborhood and your church's neighborhood are plastered with this dirty picture of you in your kinky leather pants and your pathetic erection.

If you are able to comply with this, all this will be forgotten. Junie will go on with her life and you with yours. No harm, no foul.

If I do not hear from you in the next hour, I will have the private detective knock on your front door. He will suggest to you, or perhaps Agnes, that you should check your email.

Do not ever fuck with me or mine ever again.

Bob

James Conrad's answer was almost instant and panicked. Bob was roaring in laughter.

Oh my god, please don't get pissed or anything. I understand. It's just that I already sent someone over to Junie's to scare her. I can't get a hold of him. He is just going to put something on her car. I promise it won't happen again. Get that guy out from in front of my house. He keeps smiling and waving. My wife is asking questions.

I promise to never contact Junie again. You can have her.

Still laughing Bob stood up from the computer and swept Donna up into his arms. "You are a gem. If there ever is something I need to do in a hurry, I will know who to call. This guy has literally shit his pants. Let the detective know he can go home. Give him a big bonus. And call Junie. Let her know that she might find something on her car, but everything is taken care of."