From Darkness Comes Light

She treasured each moment of pleasure and even each moment of the punishments she had experienced from time to time. He was hard on occasion, both in play and in punishment, but never as hard as she longed for him to be at times. She never found the words to tell him... to ask for more... to go deeper and delve into the darkest corners of her deviant mind. Most days she thought herself insane. What intelligent, reasonably sound-of-mind woman would long to stand in a dreary dungeon with her arms chained and stretched above her while the man she loved lashed her with a whip until she was screaming from pain and ecstasy, begging for mercy and begging to cum? If that was not a portrait of insanity, what was? Her eyes fell to the paper, his words, his last thoughts to her, and his last request. Tears streamed down, burning her cheeks as she read.

"My dearest love and most treasured pet, it saddens me, that as your castles fall and your dreams fade, I will not be there to hold you tight and keep you safe. It saddens me to leave you alone. Thus, I have spoken at length with a couple regarding your care, as I know my days are coming to a close. They are agreed to take you in as their slave and will provide for your needs. This is my comfort in these last days, knowing that after I am gone, you will not be alone. It is my wish that you surrender your new-found freedom, agree to their complete ownership, and yield yourself obedient to their every wish and command. If you agree, your life will be different from what it has been and what it is now. Rest assured that I make this request of you being well aware of the differences. They will allow you six months of grieving and then will expect your decision. It is my hope, and would please me greatly if you obey my request and accept their ownership."

The thought seemed ludicrous at first impulse, but she could not discard the loving and caring motive behind his last wishes. Still, it was not a decision she had made lightly. Her years with him had taught her the value of thinking things through and not acting on emotional inclinations. And, the man of her late master's choosing had required a slow transition with bi-monthly meetings spread over six months time to allow her, him, and his wife to become comfortable with one another and to allow her time to heal and mourn the loss of her late master. Their first meeting left her reassured that she was making the right decision and all other meetings left her elated and hopeful for a happy future, perhaps even, a second chapter, rather than the end, in her perfect, storybook fairytale. The thought of journeying through life on her own without the guidance, protection, and discipline of a master, regardless of her ability to do so, was as close to unbearable as she could possible imagine.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. They were a charming couple, seemingly well suited for one another, warm and very congenial. Master, as she would now call him, seemed much like her late master, intelligent, grounded in reality, and a strong leader consumed with self-confidence and no hint of instability or arrogance. His wife, Sharon, was the most graceful, elegant woman she had ever met. A woman who was as kind as she was beautiful - a seemingly gentle lady possessing great strength. She found herself greatly aroused around her and had succumb to many delectable fantasies of being made to submit to her, forced to adore her, to caress every inch of her, suck her nipples, and lick her cunt, lapping up her ambrosial juices. Such taboo thoughts, while so strongly arousing to the point of bringing her to climax, could never be acted upon and she struggled constantly to control and subdue them.

Her new Master graciously loaded her belongings into his van while she and his wife chatted like best friends who had known each other for a lifetime. Having placed the last box into the van, Master approached and, to her delighted surprise, placed a collar on her neck. She took a long, deep breath; the smell of leather was intoxicating. The feminine charm of the pink rhinestones was almost nullified by the cold chain held by rugged hands. An attached metal tag inscribed with the words "Mesu Inu" hung from the center D-ring. Master held the tag in his hands.

"Your new name. It means female dog. Bitch for our purposes."

Mesu glanced quickly at Master's wife. The feeling of having butterflies in her stomach swarmed over her as Mesu noticed that Sharon's eyes twinkled with a laughter that almost seemed cruel. Sharon softly tucked Mesu's hair behind her ear, easing her anxiety.

"Ready?" Sharon asked softly in the sweetest voice.

Mesu wanted to kiss Sharon and feel her warm, soft tongue mingling with her own, but she pushed the thought out of her mind, smiled and simply nodded.

Master walked in front of Mesu and, with chain in hand, led her as if she were a dog. Stopping at the back of the van, Master raised the hatch and she saw a pallet behind the second seat that had been prepared for her. It was a daunting sight, but not so daunting as to override the clamoring of her wet pussy and urge to crawl before the commanding presence at the end of her collar and chain.

"Hop in." Master ordered as he gave the leash a sharp tug.

As Mesu settled in, Sharon pulled a ball gag from her purse. The very sight of the gag sparked arousal within her. Mesu could no longer deny the compelling need to lay on her back and spread her legs in submission to this woman she now understood would be her Mistress, not her sister slave. Even if Mesu was inclined to resist the feelings she felt for Sharon and her desire to submit to her, the couple had made it very clear in previous meetings that she was not permitted to hide her feelings. Secrets, and far worse, hidden desires, held the promise of harsh consequences if discovered. Whimpers of shame and humiliation filled her every breath as Mesu felt her clit swell and her cunt warmed by flowing juice between her legs. Mesu's Mistress handed the gag to her husband, shaking her head.

"It's wearing panties." Mistress's tone expressed great disappointment, throwing her hands into the air and glancing in disgust at her husband.

It?

The word hit a nerve within Mesu and again provoked thoughts of reservation regarding her decision. The thought evaporated as the offensive garment was efficiently removed with the aid of a small pocket knife pulled from Mistress's purse and Mesu's cunt suddenly surged with a gush of sticky liquid.

"Unbelievable!"

Again, Mistress threw up her hands and looked at her husband with a disgusted expression.

"It's not shaved."

Mesu felt sick to her stomach. Her breathing quickened to short panic breaths as she bit down on the ball in her mouth. She began to tremble and her erratic breathing expressed her fear of certain punishment and complete humiliation for the arousal consuming her body.

"Sharon," her husband spoke softly, "It has not been trained to the level of surrender we require. But, It will. Be patient."

Mistress gazed upon her husband. Her eyes softened and a gentle smile brightened her face. For a moment, Mesu was no longer afraid of her.

"Yes Master."

Master? MASTER! She was a slave to a slave? The humiliation sent climatic bolts penetrating deeply into her pussy and brought her body to uncontrollable quaking from head to toe, helpless to the overpowering orgasm. Mistress's glare bore down upon her.

"What a fucking slut.

More disbelief in Mistress's tone.

Mesu felt Master's powerful hands gentle stroking her hair. Feeling a bit redeemed from her shame, she opened her eyes, gazing upon Master's smiling face.

"Training starts now." His voice was soft and tender.

"The gag is to make sure it is understood that, from this point on, what you want, what you desire, no longer matter. Therefore, it is not necessary for you to speak. Is that clear?"

Mesu nodded.

"Good girl."

His praise warmed her heart and brought a feeling of proud elation to her soul. Mesu did not find too many other words within the English language to be so delightful and alluring.

The hatch slammed shut, the engine turned over, and Mesu was off to her new home. This long-awaited moment, with its anticipation of joy and bliss, was now a very present mix of contentment, apprehension, and sorrow. She could not help but to sob quietly, thinking of her late master and the increasing distance generated with the passing of each mile. A distance that no doubt was inevitable and a truth that was best accepted and moved beyond. He would expect as much and so she would do. She had never been of the mind or heart to disappoint him.

III. Mountains

She had been looking forward to the moment when she would again live within the comforts and pleasures of belonging and being owned. The absence of a master, of the deep intimacy that only a master and his slave can begin to understand, left a void within her that ached to be filled. This day should have been a wonderful day, second only to her honeymoon years ago. To some degree, such was not the case. The picture being laid out before her was not at all what she had imagined. Each time she met with Mistress and Master, they shared a little more of each other's experiences, thoughts, dreams, fears, desires, and limits - both hard and soft - and expectations.

Like pieces of a puzzle, she put each fragment together and created an idyllic vision of what life would be like serving this lovely couple. It was a vision vibrant with love, affection, mutual respect, and romance. These were the pieces she saw as they stole moments away from reality to get to know each other. Her puzzle, this beautiful tapestry of a new life she had envisioned, now crumbled before her, fading away as dust being swept away by the wind. And yet, to a greater degree, she found that her disappointment fell weakly away, crushed beneath the inexplicable delight of increasing and unrelenting yearning for the mystery that every stop and turn of her mobile prison evoked within her imagination. Her arousal was as raw and delectable as Steak Tartare, the taste of which began to fade as the van came to a final stop. The opening and closing of car doors followed by the distant sound of footsteps becoming less distant and the slow ascent of the hatch door solidified the ending of one life and the beginning of another.

In appearance and demeanor, Master was a formidable man, yet she felt a sense of warmth and comfort in his presence. But Mistress, despite her soft lines, supple skin, gentle appearance and delicate feminine demeanor, elicited a presentiment of subtle and unexpected devilment. Clearly, much wisdom would be found in being attentive to Mistress. Mesu's eyes shifted sharply as Mistress stepped from behind her husband and pulled a blindfold from her purse - a beautifully styled bag that clearly contained everything BDSM and nothing cosmetic. Mesu's breast rose and fell rapidly as the silky object eradicated the late afternoon sunlight and was snugly secured in place by a locking clasp.

Yielding to the gentle tugging of her collar, blindly following Master, she completely disregarded the apprehensive feelings that were now evolving in light of her fate within the hands of a couple who were profoundly different from the loving master she had adored and served for ten years. There was no fear for life and limb, as there was no reason for such. She could fathom no logical reason why her late master would have placed her in their hands if such concerns were valid. Nor did she feel any anger toward him for doing so. She knew him to be a man who always acted in her best interest, thoroughly considering and analyzing every decision before him. Equally so, she felt no anger toward her new Mistress and Master. After all, they had every right to the pursuit of happiness, including the right to live the lifestyle of their choosing, just as she and her late Master had done. And in the end, it was her choice. It always had been. She did not regret choosing to assume the life of consensual slavery with her late master. She trusted him then and she would trust him now.

She inhaled deeply, inundating her senses with the warm, inviting aroma that streamed from the opened door before her. Once again, without reservation, she stepped forward in acknowledgment of the gentle tugging on her collar. She had not taken two steps into her new home when she was stopped immediately and forbidden to proceed. The serenity that embraced her on her honeymoon bubbled in her heart and mind once again as Mistress's fingers lightly touched Mesu, and floated down to open the front of Mesu's button-laden dress. Mesu leaned back, resting in the arms of Master, breathing deep and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of her nipples drawing tight and becoming erect as Mistress slowly unbuttoned Mesu's dress, brushing Mesu's bare breast with the palm of her hands as she pushed the garment open and over Mesu's shoulders, allowing it to fall softly to the floor. Velvet fingertips caressed Mesu's stomach and slipped between the wet folds of her labia and into her pussy, silky and soft from the warm juices that now covered Mistress's fingers.

She felt a twinge of guilt and shame at the enjoyment of Mistress's light and supple touch. Her overwhelming arousal reflected delight in something her Christian up bringing had instilled in her as being against the will of God and laws of nature. It was just a touch, a slight, brief touch. Surely, she convinced herself, there was no harm in just a touch.

Once again she felt the tugging and blindly followed her Master, forward at first, then turning to the right, then left, and stopping. She heard a soft clanking sound and was brought to the floor on her hands and knees by the downward tugging of her leash and a single 'down' command. Mesu felt herself melting in subservient bliss as Master's warm, strong, and gentle hand, stroked her hair. His touch brought such comfort and soothing. A tenderly spoken, simple and seemingly insignificant 'good girl', produced a most delectable orgasm that was as sudden and quick as a match being struck, bursting into flames and then fading away. Such pleasure, however, was all too short-lived as tenderness was overcome by a commanding voice issuing an imperative for her to crawl backward. She did as commanded, continuing her backward crawl until the bottom of her feet were impeded by a forbidding steel, cold bar. The sound of metal clicking and locking in place illuminated the darkness and confirmed to her that she was enveloped in a cage.

"Do not remove the blindfold or the gag. Only myself or Mistress may decide if and when they may be removed and only myself or Mistress may remove one, the other, or both. Does it understand?"

She nodded and lay quietly, burrowing down into the fuzzy blanket that lined her cage, delighting in the sumptuous aroma of Mistress's fragrance the was embedded deep in the blanket's fibers. Master's words were very clear and the tone of His voice was sufficient to ensure ascendancy and crush any temptation to succumb to the least bit of curiosity regarding her new home and remove her blindfold. Not that her curiosity was unbearably strong. She was more lost in sensual indulgence than consumed by curiosity. Being caged, rendered helpless, and at the mercy of the wanton, sadistic carnal delights of another, was a persistent and effusive longing of hers.

As their footsteps faded, she slowly slid her hand between her legs. She needed no help in becoming aroused. Her clit was swollen and so sensitive to her touch that she bypassed it and eased her index finger past her slit and deep into her pussy. Mesu softened her moaning in fear of being reprimanded for her self-indulgence. The sticky liquid covering her fingers delighted her in a way she had never experienced before. She pulled her wet fingers from her folds and rubbed her stomach, breast, thighs and any other part of her body within reach in an attempt to rid herself of the scent of sex and then drifted contently into a peaceful fantasy where sleep overtook her weary body.

She was awakened by the clattering of cookware, the delicate aroma of seasonings, and her grumbling stomach; all of which told her it was evening. She listened as Master and Mistress prepared dinner together, laughing and playing, expressing their love and devotion to one another with romantic bantering. Their bliss cut Mesu to the quick and she curled into ball of painful sobbing. They had what she had lost. Swells of tears escaped her eyes, and ran down her cheeks cutting a burning path and disappearing, each falling from her chin only to be replaced by another. She quickly quashed the agonizing sorrow that was building within her heart and soul. The only constant in life is change, she reminded herself. Let go of the past, embrace the present, and delight in the future to come. Surely at some point all of their distressing games, the blindfold, the gag, the caging, would culminate in moments of delight. Her late master would not have asked her to become a part of this couple's life if such was not to be. Her rumbling stomach was now growling, insistent upon being heard, determined not to be ignored.

The pains of hunger and thirst intensified and became more predominant as her grogginess left her and her ears became attuned to their playful carrying on like newlyweds, giggling and exchanging chatter filled with sweet nothings as they enjoyed their meal and the company of the other. She curled back into her ball, hugging her knees, pressing them tight into her chest, trying to ease her pain. Unsuccessful, she decided she would try to bring herself to fall back to sleep so she could escape her hunger and their lively, exuberant conversing. Slowly, the painful cramping and annoying rumbling eased and slumber embraced her, bringing great comfort to mind and body. Escape from reality, however, was not to come. The cage door squeaked open and she was jolted back to reality. She felt the tug of her leash and obediently crawled out of her cage, huddling close to the floor, not knowing what to expect. She was soon soaking in pleasurable sensations, melting under Master's hand stroking her hair, easing her pains of hunger and thirst. Warmth and tenderness fell to the wayside quickly as an unsympathetic voice, accompanied by a foreboding tone, thrust its way into the silence that surrounded her.

"The blindfold is to teach it blind obedience, the following of commands without hesitation or argument. Is it hungry?"

Mesu nodded eagerly.

"Perhaps it also needs to go potty first?"

She did indeed, and nodding again she immediately felt the familiar tug of her leash. Crawling through the twist and turns of the house, she paused as commanded by the backward tug of the leash, waiting quietly as she listened to squeaking of another door and then resumed crawling at the forward tugging. The feeling of soft grass under her hands and knees was as unsettling as it was exciting. After crawling several yards, Master stopped.

"Do its business Bitch."

She was utterly horrified. Surely he could not be serious. She could not have spoken even if the gag had not been in her mouth. Her immediate thoughts were of refusal. Enough was enough and she had had enough. She simply would not accept such degradation and he could go straight to hell as far as she was concerned. Mesu remained ridged and unyielding.

"I have things to do Bitch and will not wait much longer. If it does not go, I will gladly take it back inside. But, once inside, it will not be taken for a second walk that will afford it the opportunity to go again. And, if it goes in the house, it will be caned. Its choice."

She dropped her head, whimpering. She knew she couldn't hold it any longer and she had no doubt that she would pee herself on the way back. Even if she could make it through the night, she could not hold it forever. It would be wise, she thought, to choose her battles carefully and this battle was not the mountain she wanted to die on. Mesu spread her legs and sobbed in humiliation as her piss flowed into the ground.