Pearl and MasterD Pt. 02

"So," Thompson began, "Are you planning to stick to the 'one-night stand' story or do you want to tell me the truth finally?"

MasterD's arm dropped from the sofa and his mouth slackened. He said nothing.

"I'm sorry to be so bold, but I've been doing this for 20 years -- I know a lie when I hear one. You have complete confidentiality here -- I won't share anything you say to me with your wife and vice-versa. But if you really want to stay in this marriage you need to be honest with someone or this won't work."

MasterD sat up and searched Thompson's eyes; he saw integrity in them. "No," MasterD said, "It wasn't a one-night stand."

Thompson clicked his pen and started to write. "Well finally," he said. "Finally some truth -- now the work can begin."

MasterD told Thompson that it had gone on for 9 months; he told him he was a Dom and that Pearl was his slave. He told him about all of his kinky proclivities and told him about how much he loved and desired Pearl. How she had meant more to him than any woman other than his wife and he couldn't bear to part with either of them. He told him everything -- except the part about Pearl being his mother. They hadn't established that level of trust yet. He confessed to the therapist that he did not know whether he would be able to suppress either his need to be a Dom or his desire for Pearl. MasterD knew domination was at the core of who he was and if not Pearl, he feared he would stray again to seek another submissive and what then?

To MasterD's surprise, Thompson took everything he said in stride as if he heard it everyday. Thompson started saying words like "polyamorous" and "open marriage" and said that MasterD needed to do some research and possibly make some hard choices. Thompson said, "I have no easy answers for you. Only you can know what is right for you. All I can tell you is that if you are truly polyamorous and you are truly a Dom by nature then mostly likely you will stray and you may get caught again and your wife may leave you and never come back. Only you can know if it's worth the risk or not. The same might happen if you are open with your wife about who you are and what your needs are. Again -- it's up to you to decide if it's worth it to you or not. Whichever course you choose, you need to commit to it fully. And think too -- if you really love your wife, do you love her enough to let her go? To let her find happiness with someone who will not betray her? If you are polyamorous then you need partners who consent to that dynamic. Polyamory in secret isn't sustainable -- keep this up and there will be a body count." No, MasterD thought to himself -- there are no easy answers to these questions.

MasterD decided against telling his wife the truth about his alleged one-night stand, but he decided he would be honest with her about his fetishes. He told her about his Domination; about the subs he had before he met her. (He tried not to go into too much detail.) He made it clear that he did not expect her to become his submissive -- he knew it was not in her nature. But he hoped that maybe in time . . . she'd be willing to experiment? Try some new things? His wife went from looking green to laughing. Laughing! She started joking about every cliché she had seen in films. She told him he was a ridiculous child and needed to grow up if he expected her to start a family with him. MasterD bristled at her making his lifestyle (The Lifestyle) a joke -- no sub certainly would dare to speak to him that way -- but he decided not to push it. He had been honest with her (at least about something) and that was enough. Now he knew where she stood and she knew what he needed.

Ironically, when his wife came to bed that night she playfully acted like a Domme; pretending to crack a fake whip and saying, "Is this what you like?" MasterD grabbed her and pulled her down to the bed and got on top of her. "No -- YOU are what I like; you are what I want -- just like this." They made love for the first time in weeks and he was grateful for the fuck. But afterwards he lay there feeling empty. He loved his wife and was glad they were back on the road to marital bliss (he hoped) but he still wanted his slave. He still wanted his Mother's fuck. "Stupid fucking cunt," he thought to himself as he drifted to sleep.

The first few weeks without MasterD had been the hardest. His absence was palpable in every breath she took. Just days after her Master had ended their relationship she and her husband found out that his condition was more serious than they thought. Doctors ordered a battery of tests over the next three weeks, the results of each one taking at least 10 days. Against her husband's wishes, Pearl postponed her Phoenix training for another month -- she would go in July instead -- in order to be there with him through the procedures. She needed to be there for her own peace of mind -- to know what was going on. The not-knowing was the worst part. She had too much time to assume only the worst possibilities -- cancer and transplants; short life-span. Her brain worked overtime to stay positive, succumbing occasionally to her fear and worries; she was often too paralyzed to work. Not a day went by that she did not think of her MasterD; in many ways she needed him now more than ever. She had become accustomed to sharing everything with him-- all of her thoughts and feelings. Things she couldn't tell anyone else but him. Not having that outlet made the situation harder to bear. But she reminded herself every chance she could that her Master was also having a difficult time.

Not being able to write to him everyday and share her most intimate details was one thing she was trying to adjust to. The other was his lack of control. It took her a few days to realize she now had control over her own cums again. It had been almost a year since she had been able to make herself cum whenever she wanted to. Realizing this now she tried to look at it as a kind of silver lining. The first time she lay on her bed while her husband was at work and made herself cum, though, she found it to be a bittersweet experience. She came hard, and out of habit she called out her Master's name. But coming down, she felt the emptiness -- the stark realization that the reason she had been allowed to cum was because her MasterD no longer had control of her anymore. She was no one's slave; no one's sub. No more tasks, accountability, rewards and punishments, limits to be pushed. She had no Other -- there was only vanilla. Pearl took her fingers out of her cunt, licked them clean, then rolled over and clutched her pillow to her in a fetal position. "Fucking iMessage," she muttered to herself.

MasterD's wife was gone for a night out with her girlfriends so he decided it was finally safe to indulge himself in a night of wanking off to some online porn. He went to his favorite erotica site and clicked on "Incest/ Taboo." He gasped when he saw a new story from his mother. He opened it and read it through in what seemed like seconds. "Fucking iMessage," he cursed out loud when he realized what had led to his slut's errant text and their break-up. And he smiled and marveled at her devotion and her cleverness -- to reach out to him this way, all other communication avenues being cut off. He smiled at how well she knew him; knew exactly where and how to find her devoted Son and Master. It touched him, and made him crave her fuck even more.

But how could he reach out to her safely? Was it safe or smart to open this door again? Should he just stay away -- take what happened as a sign and move on? And his mother -- maybe she was saying goodbye, too. Maybe Pearl had decided that her marriage was just as important as his own and that ending her relationship with her Master was for the best. MasterD got up from his computer and made himself a margarita. He thought long and hard about what to do, what to say -- or if he should do or say anything at all. Pouring his third margarita, he knew what needed to be done. But would his Mother Dearest be up for it? Would this possibly cost him everything?

MasterD clicked on his mother's username and pulled up the Message function on the website and began to type:

I am so pleased, pet, that you wrote this for me -- for us. I am sorry for what happened and I want you to know that I do not blame you. I told you in the beginning that during this process we would both make mistakes? I know that you understand why I did what I did -- I would expect the same from you if the situation had been reversed. I want nothing but happiness for you and your husband (I sincerely pray that he will be healthy and live a long life for the both of you) and I know you wish no less for me. I miss you!!! But I will not take any more unnecessary risks and I know you understand why. I would love to see you, though, and have my Mommyslut fuck and suck her loving Son the way she wants to and needs to. But there is only one way that that can be possible. If you are not interested it's okay. And please know that although I know you are devoted to me entirely, I will not stop you from seeking another Dom. I know you need to be used and abused and controlled like the loving slut fuckpig that you are. Like I said -- your happiness matters to me. But if you want to continue with me, Mother --if you still want your loving Sonny's cock and control then tell me so. If you respond to this message I know you are willing to do whatever I say for us to be together. No ifs, ands, or buts! Who is Master here? If you do not respond then I will know you are saying goodbye. It's okay to say goodbye. I love you, Little One, and will hold no grudges or ill will. No matter what, please finish the story to honor everything that we mean to one another.

Your loving Son and Master

MasterD took a deep breath, clicked "Send," and turned off his computer.

It had been several weeks since Pearl posted her stories for her MasterD. She had promised herself that she would not check her Gmail for a month; she had promised herself she would not stalk her account on the erotica website. She put her focus on her husband's health and readying herself for her postponed month-long business trip to Phoenix. Her stepson's summer-long stay was also around the corner and she had a lot of work to do around the house getting his room ready, writing up House Rules, stocking groceries, etc. for that as well. Happily her husband's test results had been much better than both of them had feared; it had been a great relief to them and they began to plan for a much more relaxing summer than they had imagined. Her Master and Son was never far from her mind, but she also knew she was beginning to let him go, and that was okay.

For the briefest of moments she would contemplate finding a new Dom or Master. But the thought was distasteful to her for a number of reasons. Building that kind of trust was not easy; she was leery of letting a stranger claiming to be a Dom into her confidence; letting him control her. She had learned in her months of training and time in the Lifestyle that there were plenty of posers out there. Plenty of men who disguised themselves as Doms but were really just users or sadists. The risk seemed too great. But more than that, she was still committed and bound to her Son. She had taken a vow and she had been collared and she couldn't just pretend that was not the case just because they were no longer in contact. She took the commitment to her Master no less seriously than she did the commitment she made to her husband. Hypocritical? Probably. But in her heart she utterly was devoted to both men -- such was the strange reality of her polyamory.

Pearl managed to keep her promise to herself for a couple of weeks before she succumbed to temptation. There was nothing in her Gmail account -- no surprise there, but it still stung a little bit. Then she checked her account on the erotica website. Her heart began to race when she saw the message from her son. She resisted the temptation to write back right away knowing she needed to take some time to think about what he had said; to consider the terms he had set for her. Foremost in her mind was her own family -- this was hardly the time to introduce new drama or distractions, or to reintroduce an affair. She knew they should be her only focus now. But the urge to see her Son again . . . it was primal, maternal. She couldn't fight it. It wasn't all about the fucking; she needed him in her life. She just couldn't lose him again -- not after finally having a relationship and bond with him. But the fucking . . . her cunt began to throb thinking of how he knew exactly how to touch her, how to speak to her -- how to awaken the fuckslut inside her. The unconditional love that they shared -- the compulsion was too strong. Whatever his terms, she would do anything to see him even just one more time.

She wrote her Reply:

Darling Boy,

Mother is so pleased to hear from you. She has missed you so much! Your Mommy fuckpig needs you. Tell Mama what you want her to do, and she will happily comply. You are in control, Master. Always.

Love,

Pearl

Pearl sent the message and was surprised when a Reply pinged back almost immediately:

"Very good Mother. You said your trip to Phoenix has been delayed? When do you arrive?"

Pearl wrote back, "Mother arrives July 1, Dear Boy."

"Good -- you will need the next month to do what is required of you. And are you ready to do what is required to be with me? Are you ready to do what I need you to do with no questions?"

Pearl took a deep breath and wrote, "Yes Son. I will do whatever you say."

MasterD responded, "Good. What I need is for the secrecy to end. No more sneaking around on my wife -- no more cheating. Over the next month you will fuck my wife, make her your slut, and bring her into the Lifestyle with us."