The Fifth Ch. 02

Practically everyone in attendance that night was awaiting the audience participation show that the club put on every Saturday night. Minutes before it was scheduled to begin a young male Dom sauntered over to the ladies' table. The three apparently knew him well and greeted him warmly. "Why don't you sit with us for the show." the lead Domme proposed. "I'd love to," he answered, "but I have to take a piss first." Glancing over toward the long line for the Men's Room in the back she lamented that if had to wait on that line he was going to miss the beginning of the show. She then flashed a wicked grin. "Why don't we see if we can put this worthless piece of shit who's been annoying us all night to some real use." giving a short but firm kick to the kneeling sub's backside.

Edward could see the very real panic in the sub's face as this transpired. This was clearly more than the sub had bargained for as he realized that he may be in way over his head and didn't know what to do.

"Come on piss pot, open up for our friend here." the leader intoned as the man unzippered his pants and pulled out and held his organ in front of him. Terrified, and apparently seeing no way to easily extricate himself from the situation, the sub slowly brought his head up and reluctantly began to open his mouth, perhaps praying that this was all just a cruel jest at his expense.

"Closer and wider." her voice lashed out like a whip as her boot once again found his butt. "And don't you dare miss a drop."

Finding no way out of the trap he had set himself in, the sub positioned his face inches from the Dom's member and opened his mouth wide. He was immediately met with a steaming stream shooting into his mouth. Though shocked beyond his ability to comprehend he desperately tried to swallow as rapidly as he could, but within seconds urine was pouring down his chin, soaking his shirt beneath and splattering down onto the floor in front of him as the women all laughed derisively.

Chuckling himself and seeing that the mess was already beyond hopeless the Dom began shifting his tool about spraying ths sub's nose and cheeks. "Catch it all, you clumsy oaf." the Domme jeered as he haplessly bobbed his head to and fro trying to do so. This all went on for over thirty seconds, proving that the man had indeed had a full bladder, before the torrent slowed to a trickle and finally to a few drops, which the man dismissively flicked onto the sub's already drenched face before pulling his penis back inside his pants and zippering them back up.

"Look at the mess you've made." the Domme spoke down at the shaken sub scornfully. "The management is going to be furious. Clean it up right now."

The sub looked up and around frantically for something with which to comply with her decree. "With your tongue, idiot. Get down and lap it all up."

Mortified and trembling, and not knowing how else to proceed, the sub bent down and began to lick up the puddle on the floor in front of him, greeted once again by laughter from those at the table. Just as he was finishing, trying his best not to retch and add to his woes, the emcee on stage began to announce the beginning of the show.

"God, you stink." the Domme declared to him. "We can't have you around fouling our air like this while we try to watch the show. Get the hell out of here you stupid dork before we have you thrown out."

Visibly shaking now and appearing utterly lost the sub staggered to his feet. "Good riddance piss pot." she sneered at him, and then to her friends, "It's disgusting how piss poor the quality of serving scum has become in this place." to which her companions at the table snickered their agreement.

The sub appeared to shrink into himself as if trying to become invisible as he stumbled away from the table and out. Trying his best not to look at anyone he did glance up, stricken, as he passed by Edward, who saw the absolute look of desolation on the sub's face, which while already wet was being added to by tears. As the man lurched his way out of the club Edward instinctively knew that this was a person whose inner core had not only just been battered, but may well have been broken. Distressed himself by this, Edward rushed out after him, but upon entering the alleyway where the entrance of the club was situated he did not see him moving out toward the main street. He searched back down the darker further end of the alley and spied the curled form, slumped on the ground, back against the wall. As Edward made his way to him he saw the man's sides heaving as he sobbed uncontrollably. Gaping up in fear as Edward approached he garbled out,

"You ... you saw ... I tried ... I thought I wanted ... I thought I needed ... to be used and humiliated ..." he panted, "but that ... how could I?" He buried his face in his hands. "What am I?" he wailed quietly as he began sobbing again.

"Shhhhhh ..." Edward whispered softly as he slid down beside and put his arm around the distraught man. "It's alright ... It just got away from you, is all ... I understand." and he held him even tighter, for how long neither one of them would ever really recall. After a time though the man's crying subsided and his breathing became more regular, and he allowed the older Edward to take him home, and once there to help him clean himself up.

Thus the two failing submissives, Edward and Michael, met and became bonded friends. They talked well into that night about many things, including personal topics they would never have believed they would have discussed with a 'stranger'. As it happened Michael not only knew of but was an avid follower of Edward's blog, which gave them another connection, and they had maintained contact with each other since that night.

As it also turned out Michael worked as a literary agent, and as a further happenstance his uncle was a major book Publisher. After receiving her enthusiastic permission Edward reached out to ask Michael as a favor to read Deanna's first manuscript, and when Michael did and then indicated that he thought very highly of it Edward arranged for a meeting between them. He was very careful to introduce her as Deanna Douglas the aspiring novelist, keeping her Lady D identity separate and hidden.

With an inside track through both profession and family connections, Michael pitched the manuscript to his uncle who also liked it and agreed to publish it. Within months it was out, and exceeding everyone's originally modest expectations rapidly became a huge seller. As her second novel was already completed it was quickly put into print, and just as quickly became a best seller, and in almost a blink of a eye in the literary world Deanna became very well known and acclaimed.

And increasingly well off financially. With the ongoing hefty sales of her first two books, and the near seven figure advance she received for her third one, she was able to put a very hefty down payment on a small but lovely manor house on a secluded twenty acres about an hour outside of the city. She moved into this with Edward in tow as her now full time live-in house slave.

As a major architect of her initial success Michael had become more and more involved in managing her professional time, scheduling interviews, book signings and personal appearances for her. He was even heavily involved in negotiations in the lucrative sale of the movie rights to her first book. Being an intelligent man it didn't take him long to suspect and deduce that there was far more to Deanna Douglas than met the public eye, especially as on his frequent business visits to her new home he always found Edward in attendance.

By a mutual unspoken agreement Edward and Michael did not discuss this situation although they both knew of each other's shared orientation, as did Deanna who was clearly appreciative of all that Michael had, and was continuing to do for her. On one of his business visits Michael decided to take a major lifetime step and put forth a proposal to Deanna to become her full time literary manager and publicist. Astutely sensing that this proposal was moving in far more than one direction, and that she was more than interested in seeing where it might all lead, she coyly asked him what compensation he might expect for such a position. Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath he took the plunge that he had been fantasizing about for quite some time and declared that the honor alone of working for her would be more than enough recompense, but that he would accept whatever she thought fit. She smiled knowingly and triumphantly and answered that such an honor alone then was indeed what she saw fit. From that moment on they understood each other completely. Deanna Douglas now had a full time literary manager and publicist. And Lady D had her second full time live-in personal slave.

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After a leisurely fifteen minute shower, and some further time taking care of her morning needs in her powder room, Lady D finally emerged to find her bed made, her day clothes carefully laid out upon it, and Edward standing expectantly at its end. She walked over to the bed and he helped to remove her robe, then assisted as she put on her bra and panties, followed by her cotton blouse and a mid length skirt. As she then sat, he knelt down to take off her slippers and put on her sandals. When this was done he looked up. "I believe Abel has your breakfast prepared, My Lady."

"I think we should see to Thomas first." she replied.

A nearly imperceptible flicker of relief flashed across his face.

"Of course, My Lady. Right away."

Lady D stood up and strode purposefully to and out her bedroom door, with Edward following quickly two steps behind.