Chapter Thirteen

When I awoke, I felt warm water from a soft sponge and a pair of hands…

When I awoke, I felt warm water from a sponge and a pair of hands fondling my exposed breasts. Even though I was awake, everything was dark, as if my eyes were covered by a blindfold. The hands felt nice touching me, squeezing my flesh. Except for the hands, it seemed like I was alone, floating in the midst of a vast ocean.

A moment later I realized I was lying in bed with a large plastic object painfully shoved down my throat. I tried to remove the object, but my body wasn’t reacting the way I wanted it to. I rocked back and forth on the bed and thrashed my arms and legs around, but the same hands that had fondled my breasts were now pressing my arms down into some sort of restraint. I immediately liked the feeling of having my arms pinned tightly to the mattress. Under the restraint, I relaxed. The feeling of helplessness was sexually arousing to me. Now anyone who wanted could touch my breasts and there would be no way for me to resist. I wanted the hands to touch me again, to stroke my innermost flesh. I became wet thinking about it. I fell back into a deep sleep with the uncomfortable plastic object still shoved down my throat.

I woke up to the feeling of warm water and my breasts being fondled again. It seemed like I’d been asleep for days, yet I still felt physically exhausted. Though completely awake, I still couldn’t open my eyes. I wished I could see who was touching me. The pair of hands patted my skin with a dry towel and covered my breasts with a light material. My wrist restraints were released and my body was turned to the side. The skin on my back was rubbed with a cool lotion. The hands drifted down to my hips, rubbing my most intimate place. They lingered there, touching and rubbing me. The small opening relaxed and the lips of my sex became moist again. Then I was turned onto my back and my arms were placed back into the restraints.

My eyelids felt heavy and I felt a dull ache in my head. With a great effort of will I slowly was able to open my eyes. The bright overhead lights in the room made me blink. Where was I? The hazy image of a man in a blue uniform came into focus. He was very attractive with piercing blue eyes, thick sandy hair and a pleasant smile. He looked very familiar to me.

“Veronica… you’re back!”

I wanted to say “Back from where?”, but the large uncomfortable object in my mouth prevented me from talking. The man leaned over as if he wanted to kiss me. He put a cool hand on my forehead and whispered in my ear so no one else could hear.

“I’m so happy you’re back, Veronica. It was touch and go there for a few hours after the accident, but now I know you’re going to pull through just fine.”

Accident?

“I’m going to squeeze your hand now. Blink your eyes once if you can feel me squeeze your hand.”

My sexy nurse squeezed my hand and I blinked. He pressed a button on the pager attached to his belt and smiled.

“Do you remember me, Veronica? I sat across from you in a class, a little over two years ago. Do you remember when that big rattlesnake curled up near your car in the parking lot? I was the guy who came to your rescue and scared it away with a stick. I never introduced myself to you back then. I’m Dane Smith, Veronica. I’m the overnight nurse assigned to take care of you here.”

Dane Smith… So now I had a name to attach to the naughty hands that touched me in the middle of the night.

“Do you remember the snake, Veronica?” he asked.

I did recall the snake, but remembered the incident much differently. I had gone for a walk in the desert, gotten lost, and suddenly found myself surrounded by two large rattlesnakes. I was terrified. Then Dane appeared on a hill and used his pistol to kill both snakes, rather than scaring them away. But I did clearly remember it was Dane who had come to my rescue. I blinked again and he smiled.

“You do remember!” he whispered in a quiet but excited voice. “When you didn’t show up for the next semester at Pima Medical Institute, I asked the secretary if she had any idea what happened to you and she said you took a leave of absence from the nursing program. I was so mad at myself for not talking to you when I had the chance or getting your number. I thought I’d never see you again. I couldn’t believe it when you showed up as a patient here after your accident.”

I was a nursing student at Pima? I remembered seeing those commercials advertising the school on late night TV. Yes, I did remember going there for at least a semester before I ran out of money. As I was trying to make sense of things, a phone rang.

“Excuse me, Veronica, I have to answer that. I just paged the Doctor on call,” he said.

I watched Dane walk a few steps over to a nurse’s station to answer the phone. He was only a few feet away and I could hear everything he said.

“Hi, Dr. Franklin. Sorry to wake you. Thanks for returning my page. I’m Dane Smith the overnight nurse in ICU assigned to Veronica Wells, the coma patient who was admitted around seventy two hours ago… I’ve got some great news. She just opened her eyes. Yes! Just a few minutes ago. Yes, she’s responding to my voice and touch. She’s a little uncomfortable. Can I remove the two-point restraint? No, she’s calm and coherent. She won’t pull out a line. Great, thanks. I’ll keep an eye on her. I’ve been titrating her off the fentanyl and versed drip. Yes, she’s making eye contact with me. Yes, Dr. Franklin, she’s over-breathing the ventilator. It was set at twelve and the machine’s recording sixteen breaths a minute. No, she’s had no seizures since being admitted into the ER. Yes, Doctor, I’ll watch over her closely. I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

As Dane talked on the phone, an erotic dream I had been having flashed through my mind in absolutely vivid detail. I was at my job, waiting tables at Hooters, and a man who looked exactly like Dane sat down in my station. He was handsome, dressed in a military uniform and we did some extremely naughty things together…

My sexy night nurse finished his phone call and came back to my bedside. He released the restraints from my arms, looked down at me and smiled.

“I’m sorry we had to tie up your arms, Veronica. We were afraid you might pull out one of your tubes.”

I wished I could’ve told him I didn’t mind being tied up. I actually kind of liked it.

“Dr. Grey will be here with the critical care team to evaluate your condition in the morning.”

Dr. Grey?

“I know you’re uncomfortable. I’m sure the Attending Physician will give the order to have the respiratory therapist remove your ventilator. I’m pretty sure, after some further tests, you’ll be discharged soon, maybe even tomorrow. Do you want me tell you what happened to you, Veronica?”

I managed to move my head slightly, despite all the tubes.

“You were admitted at University of Arizona Medical Center with a concussion after a bad car accident on Speedway about three days ago. After you had a seizure the ER team intubated you and gave you some drugs that knocked you out in order to protect you from further seizures. You’re completely out of danger now though. By the way your clothes got ripped in your car accident, so I took the liberty to buy you a new cute dress. I think you’ll look really pretty in it. It’s hanging in the closet.”

A new cute dress. What a nice and thoughtful man. Under the plastic mask, I smiled.

“I’m so happy to see you again, Veronica.”

As he continued to speak, his soothing voice started to fade and I nodded off to sleep. When I woke up later, Dane was gone. My eyelids were very heavy and closed. I remembered more of my sexy dream: becoming Dane’s submissive, signing a contract just like in the dirty books I read, engaging in oral and anal sex, being given away as a sexual toy to Dane’s friends…

A voice in the room spoke.

“CBC, chem panel, CT scan, UA/Utox, chest X-ray, all came back negative. The overnight nurse said the patient was awake and responsive during his shift, over-breathing the ventilator. Look, she’s waking up.”

When I opened my eyes I was surrounded by men. I read the names off their white uniforms: Drs. Grey, James, Clint and Aiden. The men looked very attractive to me in the sheen of the fluorescent lights, tall and handsome in their clean, starched coats. I began to have sexual thoughts about them as they examined me and discussed my case.

An attractive older physician with thick black hair and silver sideburns approached me and took my hand.

“Ms. Wells, welcome back. I’m Dr. Grey, the Attending Physician here. Can you hear me?”

I nodded.

Dr. Grey tapped my leg and pinched my skin slightly.

“Can you feel this, Ms. Wells?”

I nodded again. You can pinch me harder if you want, Doctor.

“Let’s put the order in for the Respiratory Therapist to extubate her. Check her again in an hour. If she’s OK, have the nurses disconnect the catheter and feeding tubes.”

Dr. Grey smiled down upon me.

“You’ve had a bump on the head and a concussion, but you’re recovering just fine now, Ms. Wells. Tomorrow morning I’ll reevaluate your progress. If you’re feeling better and drinking fluids on your own, I’m sure you’ll be ready to be discharged. OK?”

I nodded again and the doctors left the room. A few minutes later a physician pulled the awful plastic tubing out of my throat. Although I felt sore, I was much more comfortable. Later, two very pretty nurses came into the room, who introduced themselves as Roxanne and Wendy. They helped me sit up in bed and got me to drink water from a straw. They removed the feeding tubes and the catheter. They got me out of bed, helped me to use the restroom and then helped me back into bed. I was able to sit up and I drank some more water as the two nurses freshened me up with a wet cloth and brushed my hair. I know they were just doing their job, but I discovered I liked how the two nurses touched my body in bed. Despite my embarrassment, I realized I was sexually attracted to them. I couldn’t deny I enjoyed the company of these two women. I fell asleep and had an erotic dream about the women.

Richie, the restaurant manager from my job, came to visit me later in the day. He greeted me quite warmly and was very happy I had finally woken up from my concussion. He sat with me for about an hour and we talked. He said when I didn’t show up for our date Saturday night, he suspected something was wrong and found out about my car accident. He told me his love for me had grown stronger after I got hurt and now he was even more convinced we were meant to be together. The promotion to District Manager of the Hooters restaurant chain had gone through which included a nice bump in his salary. He took my hand and looked down at me with love in his eyes

“Now that you’re feeling better, Veronica, have you thought any more about my proposal? I certainly don’t want to pressure you about it. I just want to be able to start our relationship, be intimate with each other and plan our future together. I’m so attracted to you, Veronica. I’ve wanted to be with you for so long. I don’t think I can wait a moment longer. As soon as you’re discharged, I want you to come home with me so I can take care of you. Your car was totaled in the accident, so I’m going to pick you up, the minute they release you from the hospital. Would you like that, Veronica? Would you like to move in with me?”

I remembered Richie and I had been dating for several months and we were an item at Hooters, but outside of a little heavy petting, I don’t remember us having sex together. I told Richie I liked him, but I wanted to take it slowly and discuss our future after we’ve been together longer. Though he looked a little disappointed, he nodded his head in agreement. I wondered if he’d still want me to be his wife if I shared all the dirty sexual fantasies I had been having. I told him I had a bit of a headache so I could rest. He gave me another chaste kiss me the cheek and left. I shut my eyes and took a short nap.

When I woke up, I didn’t remember my dreams. I lay in the hospital bed, contemplating my future. Should I marry Richie and raise his children? Or should I run in the other direction and offer my services to one of those strip clubs on the edge of town and learn to be a pole dancer? Should I quit my job and go back to Pima Medical Institute and finish my nursing training? Or should I keep my job, save up some money and date Richie for a while longer to see if we were in fact compatible? Then I suddenly remembered the exact events which led up to my car accident, in detail.

The morning after Richie’s marriage proposal I drove aimlessly up and down Speedway, stopping off at a burrito stand for lunch. I drove some more and decided to stop and explore this little obscure strip mall I had passed by a million times. I went into a curious little shop called Zalia’s. It looked like they sold drug paraphernalia and did tattoos. There was no one else in the shop when I got there and I browsed through the merchandise. I saw some sexy body jewelry in a display case that caught my eye. On the wall I noticed photographs of various women’s piercings. In one particular picture, a very feminine woman stood with the fingers of her right hand touching the top of her right shoulder, her long hair swept over her left shoulder. Her eyes were cast downward, her breasts and torso exposed. It was as if she was embarrassed to be photographed topless and couldn’t look into the lens of the camera. Her nipples were pierced and two large hoop rings dangled off the tips of her breasts. I found the picture extremely sexy and I suddenly knew I wanted to have my nipples pierced to look exactly like that woman.

I felt the presence of someone standing next to me, watching me as I stared at the picture. She said her name was Zalia, the shop’s owner. She had short hair and a willowy, slender body. She wore a scoop-necked shirt without a bra which showed off the tropical floral tattoo that covered her upper chest. She asked me what my name was and I introduced myself to her. I asked her if she could give me a piercing like the one in the picture. She said sure. I asked her if it would hurt and she said yes, but she would attempt to limit the amount of pain. She had piercings in her eyelid, her nose, her tongue and other places covered by her clothes, she said. You get used to the pain, she told me. She told me my nipples and breasts may be sore for two to three months afterward. The pain of the procedure both frightened and attracted me.

Zalia locked the front door, took me into a back room and sat me down on a comfortable couch. Without asking me, she untied the halter top at the back of my neck and exposed my breasts. She cupped my boobs in the palms of her hands and rubbed my nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. My nipples immediately responded to her touch, becoming more erect than I had ever seen them before, extending a full inch off of the tips of my swollen areoles. Zalia took liberty with my large nipples, sucking them into her mouth, swelling my sensitive flesh even further. I didn’t walk out of her shop or even stop her from kissing me.

“You have very pretty breasts, Veronica.”

“Thank you,” I said, nervous about being touched and kissed so intimately for the first time by another woman.

Zalia had set out the piercing equipment on a tray. She dipped a toothpick in a black ink and made a mark that tickled me half way up my nipple. Zalia firmly squeezed my left nipple in the fingers of her left hand and guided the piercing needle toward the black mark on my nipple with her right hand.

“Are you ready, Veronica?”

“I’m scared,” I confessed.

Zalia gave me a light kiss on my lips. I felt a growing wetness between my thighs and my heart was beating fast. I looked her in the eyes and kissed her back, licking her lips once with my tongue. Zalia smiled, put down the needle and laid me down on the couch. I let her remove my skirt and panties. Holding both nipples tightly between her fingers, I felt Zalia’s tongue sweep over and through the open lips of my vagina. For several minutes Zalia licked and sucked on the nub of my clitoris, pressing my body down on the couch. She made me so wet I trembled inside, my muscles quivering against her mouth. Ashamed by responding sexually to another woman, I stood up off the couch and dressed quickly. Zalia leaned back onto her couch, smiling, her mouth and cheeks damp from the moisture of my body.

“Where are you going, honey?” she asked.

“I’m sorry, I have an appointment,” I said.

“Do you still want to get the piercing?”

“I think I changed my mind. I’m sorry if I wasted your time, Zalia.”

“Don’t be sorry, honey. You didn’t waste my time at all.”

“I’ll come back again and buy some jewelry when I have more time, OK?”

“You’re welcome here any time, day or night, Veronica.”

She opened the door for me and I left. I couldn’t believe what had just happened to me. I actually had a sexual encounter with a woman. I wondered what Richie would think of his future wife now? I decided to go for a hike in Sabino Canyon for the afternoon to clear my head and think things over and then I returned to my apartment to get ready for my date with Richie. I took a shower, thinking about how nice it felt to be kissed by Zalia. I put on a cute summer dress, brushed out my hair and put on my make-up. I had just enough time to make it to my date with Richie, but I still had no idea what I was going to do about his proposal. The last thing I remembered was being in my car, making a turn at a light onto Speedway and merging into traffic. And then everything went to black.

What was I going to do now? Richie was offering me a nice life and I really was quite fond of him, but what about these sexual fantasies I was having and the actual sexual experience I had with Zalia before my accident? Something had awakened in me which I couldn’t deny. And what should I do about my attraction to Dane? I loved the way he fondled my breast in the night.

When Dane came into my room later that evening, I pretended to be asleep. He gave me a sponge bath. I felt Dane gently lift up by arms and wash under them. Then he untied the front of my hospital gown and exposed my breasts. He swept the soft damp cloth over them and spoke to me.

“One of the nurses said you had a boyfriend who’s been visiting you. I’m not surprised. You’re so pretty, Veronica. I suppose it’s too late for me, after all this time. I suppose he’ll probably be picking you up tomorrow morning to take you home.”

Dane brushed the cloth down my torso. I let my thighs open at his touch.

“Veronica? Are you awake?”

“Do you fondle the breasts and rub lotion on the ass of all your patients, Mr. Smith?” I asked in a flirtatious voice.

I knew I had embarrassed him and he took the wet cloth away from my body.

“No… I… uhh… as your nurse… I was just trying to keep you clean, to make sure there’s no pressure sores on your skin.”

“For a professional nurse, you sure spent a great deal of time on my tits and ass…”

“I’m… sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“I’m just kidding, Dane. I like it when you touch me. In a way, I think it was you who helped me to wake up from the coma. You brought me back to life, Dane.”

I smiled and gestured for him to come toward me, so I could whisper in his ears. He stepped closer and leaned over me.

“I’ve been having such sexy dreams while I was asleep, Mr. Smith,” I told him.

“That sometimes does occur, Veronica, after a head trauma such as yours,” he said.

I had the overwhelming urge to tease this man, after all the indecent dreams and fantasies I had about him. Though I was a little sleepy and coming off my pain medication, this time I was fully alert and awake, ready to make my dreams a reality.

“Shut the curtain around my bed,” I asked Dane in a soft voice.

“Would you like some privacy?”

I nodded my head yes.

“Do you need some time alone?” he asked with a frown.

Staring him deep in the eyes I slowly shook my head no.

“I want some time alone… with you.”

“OK,” Dane said, pulling the curtain closed.

“There’s something I want you to do for me, Dane,” I whispered.

“Of course. What would you like, Veronica? I’ll do anything for you.”

“It’s something we should’ve done a long time ago.”

I gazed deeper into his eyes, arched my back and opened my lips. Dane leaned over and met my lips, kissing me very tenderly. I guided his hand, placing it directly over my sex. He rested it there for a long moment over my wet panties. I pressed down with his fingertips on the thin cotton material so he could feel how aroused I was for him.

“Veronica…” Dane whispered.

I took Dane’s other hand holding the sponge and slid it back up my torso and over the mounds of my breasts. I squeezed his fingers over my areoles and nipples and water trickled out of the cloth, the droplets tickling my ribs on their way down across my body. I held his hand against me and he gripped my breasts firmly through the cloth.

“You know, I felt you touch me when I was unconscious, Dane. I felt you touching my breasts, squeezing and fondling them at night. The first thing I felt when I woke up was your nice hands all over my breasts. Did you like touching them, Dane?”

“God, yes… I know I shouldn’t have, as your nurse, but I couldn’t resist.”

“Do you normally touch your female patient’s breasts when you bathe them?

“Yes, but it’s not normally so…”

“Not normally so what, Dane?”

“So… sexual.”

“But it is with me. Is that what you’re trying to say?”

“Yes.”

“Did it make you aroused, to fondle my breast while I was asleep?”

“I’m sorry. I knew it was wrong. I really shouldn’t have…”

“Were their cameras filming us so everyone could see?”

“No, I… dimmed the lights when I… bathed you.”

Out of propriety, Dane tried to withdraw his hands from my body but I didn’t let his hands go, squeezing his palm around my areolas.

“Don’t be sorry. Don’t move away. Can’t you see how much I like it, Dane? Perhaps I should show you.”

I pushed aside the elastic of my panties and guided two of his fingers into the moist unfurled folds of my sex.

“Oh my God, Veronica, you’re so wet…” he whispered.

“I’m wet for you, Dane. Why didn’t you talk to me at school?”

“I guess I was shy and you’re so pretty.”

“You don’t have to be shy with me, Dane. Do you like my body?”

“Yes…”

“You’ve kept my breasts very clean since I’ve been here.”

“They’re the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.”

“You like my breasts, Dane?”

“I love them, Veronica. I think about them all day long. I can’t get them out of my mind…”

He leaned over to kiss me again and I licked his lips with my tongue.

“I know you like them, Dane. In my dreams, since my accident, I’ve been having fantasies about you.”

“Really? What kind of fantasies?”

“In my dreams, I actually want to become your submissive, Dane, your sexual slave… How does that sound? Would you like that?”

Dane eyes lit up as he looked at me, his lips slightly parted, the edges curled into the beginnings of a smile.

“You know, I’m at your mercy here, Dane. If you’d like, I’ll remove my panties for you and you can have your way with me. You can put the restraints back on my wrists if you want, I promise I won’t fight back, or tell anyone. I’ll do anything for you, Dane. Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it for you. What would you like me to do for you?”

Dane stared at me intensely and seemed mesmerized by the movement of my lips.

“Would you… touch yourself for me, while I watch?”

I smiled, removed my panties, opened my thighs wide and touched myself.

“Mmmm,” he softly moaned while watching me rub my clitoris with my fingertips.

I could see his erection grow into a nice bulge under his loose light blue nurse’s uniform.

I shut my eyes and began to stroke myself more swiftly and deeply when a phone at the nurse’s station began to ring very loudly. Dane stared down at me with open lips as the phone continued to ring. He breathed out, frowned and brushed a strand of hair away from my eyes. Then Dane opened the curtain, closed it and went out to answer the phone. I heard him talking on the phone for what seemed like a long time. I tried to wait for him, but by the time he came back to my bed I had fallen asleep.

I had my third erotic dream during my last night in the hospital.

Dane took me in a limousine to the opening night of the club I was hired to perform in. When we pulled up to the front, I saw a large electronic sign of a flower opening and shutting its petals, like the kind of eye-catching signs you would see on the Las Vegas Strip. Above the sign I was surprised to see bright lights illuminating the entrance with the name, “Club Veronica” written in French script. I felt honored to have the night club named after me. When I went up the red carpeted stairs, the crowd on either side of me stared. I realized Dane had dressed me in two blue jewels that dangled from the tips of my bare breasts and two matching teardrop pendants hanging from gold rings that were attached to my labium. I wore a leather collar and clear high heels to complete my outfit. As I entered, the club was packed with bodies. There were video projections on every wall of the footage Dane had shot of me pleasuring his friends and being kissed and fondled by two attractive women. After a thirty minute performance on the stage where I was brought to multiple gushing orgasms by the thrusting rod of a coitus machine, Dane walked me to a room in the back of the club, unlocked a door and let me in. There were several men already waiting in a line outside the door. Dane and I sat on the large bed in the middle of the room. Several sex toys and bondage equipment were scattered about the room. Dane placed a soft blindfold over my eyes and whispered into my ear.

“This is your new home, Veronica. Are you ready to entertain your first guest?”

“I am, My Lord.”

“I’ll be watching over you and protecting you, submissive.”

“I put my trust in you, Sire.”

I heard Dane walk out and shut and lock the door. My first guest for the evening entered.

I woke up in my hospital bed, touching myself. I looked for Dane, but it was already morning and his shift must have ended. The critical care team visited me while I was eating breakfast and the handsome Dr. Grey signed my discharge papers. Some of the other young physicians came by to wish me well. I could tell they were attracted to me by their awkward demeanor.

One of the nurses helped me put on the sexy new dress Dane bought for me. Every time the nurse touched my bare skin I felt a heightened sensuality, a tingling throughout my body. I looked into the mirror and I could see the contours of my body through the light silky material. The dress was revealing, but classy. I liked Dane’s taste in clothes. Perhaps I would let him dress me from now on.

Richie soon arrived, gave me a kiss on the cheek and wheeled me out of the hospital. The monsoon season had begun and there was a dramatic downpour outside, the raindrops falling fast and hard like bullets from the sky. Richie helped me out of the wheelchair and guided me to the curb where his car was waiting. I got in, already soaked from the rain. I looked out the window and saw Dane standing in the midst of the shower in front of the hospital entrance, holding up his hand and waving goodbye to me. Just as Richie started the car, I opened the passenger door and got out.

“Veronica, where are you going? It’s pouring out. Did you forget something?”

“I’m sorry, Richie. I can’t go with you. Here…”

I handed Richie my letter of resignation from Hooters.

Dear Richie,

With mixed emotion and deep regret I am handing in this letter of resignation to you. I apologize for not giving you a standard two weeks’ notice. I hope you will have no difficulties replacing me as the lunch shift hostess. I’ve enjoyed my time working at Hooters. Thank you for the opportunity.

I will remember with bittersweet fondness the intimate moments we shared. You are such an attractive man Richie and a passionate lover. I am sure you will make the right woman very happy as your wife. I’ve thought very seriously about your proposal of marriage. While extremely flattered that you would consider me to be a worthy wife to a good man such as you, I must decline your offer. It has nothing to do with how I feel about you. I still like you very much, more than just friends actually, but I don’t feel ready to make that kind of commitment and however unacceptable to society this may sound, I’m not sure I would be happy and fulfilled in a strictly monogamous relationship. And in the last week, not to be offensive in any way, but I’ve discovered I am also attracted to other women, which I don’t think I will be able to suppress any longer. I hope this explains why I can’t accept your proposal of marriage to me.

Yours Truly, Veronica Wells

“What? You’re quitting? What about our relationship? Our marriage plans?” Richie asked.

“I’m sorry, Richie. There’s really nothing else for me to say.”

I turned away and heard his voice shout out over the sound of the pouring rain.

“Wait! Veronica! Get back in the car! What about our life together? Let’s talk about this!”

Through the downpour, I walked into the arms of Dane. He smiled and squeezed me tightly.

“Veronica!”

I heard Richie’s voice trail off as I walked arm and arm to Dane’s car. We got in and drove to the nearest bridge overlooking a wash. We got out and watched the empty bed of sand fill with a stream of swiftly moving water. Soon the sun came out and the rain abruptly stopped. Dane looked down at my body. The soaked material of the dress clung to my breasts and exposed my nipples. He kissed me tenderly in the sunshine. He told me how pretty I looked in the dress he bought for me. We kissed again and then Dane drove me home.

On the way I asked Dane to stop off in front of the Zalia’s shop and we went in together. Zalia was glad to see me again and I told her about my terrible accident last week on Speedway. Zalia gave me a warm hug and told me she was glad I wasn’t more seriously hurt. We browsed the shop and Dane bought me some sexy nipple and clit jewelry that I told him I liked. When it was time to go Zalia kissed me rather intimately in front of Dane when I promised I would come back to see her soon. Dane watched me return Zalia’s rather intimate kiss.

In the car I told Dane I wanted to start out our relationship by being completely honest, so I confessed to having a sexual encounter with the pretty girl in the shop on the day of my accident. Dane said he could sense a strong connection between us. He didn’t seem threatened or upset by the news, as I’m sure Richie would have been. When I asked Dane if he was OK about my attraction to other women, he told me it would be OK with him, as long as I was always honest about it and if he could be in the room to watch. I smiled and agreed to the plan, relieved to have finally found someone who was just as kinky as I was!

“I really like that you’re so open-minded, Dane,” I said.

When we parked on my gravel front yard and walked up the steps of my porch, Dane totally freaked out.

“What the fuck is up with these spiders!”

There had been a nest of spiders living right near my front door in the top corner of my porch awning for a long time. They’re pretty common in Tucson and I’ve gotten used to it. I left them alone and they never bothered me. I guess they’d grown in number since the last time I really looked.

“You mean the Black Widows?”

“Black Widows? They’re Black Widows? Shit!”

The flirtatious words just spilled out of my mouth.

“Now why would a big strong man like you be so afraid of a few little harmless spiders?”

I tapped Dane’s lips lightly with the tip of my index finger a few times as I said the teasing words. His lips felt soft and moist and I suddenly wanted to feel them all over my body. After teasing and touching him so provocatively, I suppose I deserved everything that would be coming to me later that night.

“A few? There are hundreds of them! And harmless? Their bite is poisonous!”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Have any gotten into your house?”

“I saw a couple on the windowsill and killed them with the back of my shoe. I’ve been trying to get rid of them. I read that American Indians would give spiders an offering of tobacco and ask them politely to leave and go make their home somewhere else.”

“Uh-huh. And did you try that?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t think the spiders were listening…”

Dane took my hand and marched me over to the cars. He drove me in his car, without asking, to the nearest Circle K. He ran inside to buy something and came back out a minute later.

“What did you buy?”

“You’ll see.”

Back on my porch, Dane whipped out the bottle of bug spray.

“Raid. Spiders are like terrorists, Veronica. And you don’t negotiate with terrorists.”

Dane sprayed the whole can of Raid all over the nest and the spiders went into a frenzy, trying to escape, falling to their death off their webs. By the time the can was empty, he had soaked every last spider with a coating of toxins. Though I felt bad for the spiders, I was a little relieved they were gone.

“Thank you. That’s better, actually.”

“Can I wash my hands in your apartment? I got some of this shit on me. It’s burning my skin.”

“Of course.”

What else could I say? I invited Dane into my house, into my life. He washed his hands in my kitchen sink and I gave him a towel. After wiping his hands he suddenly took me in his arms, grabbed the back of my hair with his fist and kissed me hard on the mouth and neck, pressing his body into mine. It was the most romantic moment of my life.

After our passionate kiss, we stood looking out my front window together, arm in arm. The sun had come out and the peak of Mt. Lemon could be seen through the clouds. I noticed Dane had circles under his eyes.

“You must be exhausted, Dane. Did you stay up all night?”

“I knew you were going to be discharged today. I didn’t want to go home.”

“Are you sleepy? You can take a nap in my bedroom if you want.

“I’m too excited to sleep.”

“Well, if you want to take a nap, it’s the door on the left past the kitchen. You can’t miss it.”

“Thanks, I might crash later.”

“OK.”

“Veronica, it’s a little chilly in here. Do you have a bathrobe or something I can wear around your apartment?”

I nodded and went into the closet to find him one of my old robes.

“Can we turn up the heat in here?” he asked.

“There’s an old radiator on the floor in the living room that sometimes works,” I said.

“First the spiders, now no heat.”

“I’m sorry. At least there’s a view of Mount Lemon from the front porch,” I offered.

I gave him my old bathrobe and he put it on. We went into the living room and Dane started tinkering with the old radiator mounted into the floor.

“Do you have any tools?” he asked.

“The landlord left a few in a box under the kitchen sink, I think.”

Dane went into the kitchen and brought the box over to the radiator. After a minute the radiator started to make a hissing sound.

“I think I got this thing working again,” Dane said.

“You’re very… handy,” I said

He nodded and smiled.

“Hey, Veronica?”

“Yes?”

Dane looked over at me in that shy charming way of his.

“I think I want to do it.”

“What?”

“What you said earlier. What you dreamed about while you were in the coma. I want you… to be my submissive… Ms. Wells.”

“Well, I think we may be able to make some suitable arrangements, Mr. Smith.”

We went into my bedroom and I sat down at my computer desk. Dane stood right behind me, his hand resting on my shoulder. I turned on my computer and printer and typed into my search engine, “Dominant/Submissive Sample Contract. I printed out several varieties of contracts to discuss with Dane. We sat down on the couch and read over the various clauses together. Dane and I decided to write our own contract together, when we got to know one another a little better. We kissed each other tenderly on the couch and Dane fondled my breasts through the sheer silky material. I rested my hand over his thigh. I had finally found my Dom, not in my imagination, but in my real life. I felt happy and excited inside, in a way I had never felt with Richie.

We went into the kitchen and Dane started preparing lunch. I grabbed a stack of paper and a pen and sat down at the dining room table. As the cheese melted into the quesadillas on the stove, Dane noticed me tapping my pen on the table.

“What are you doing, baby?” Dane asked from the kitchen.

“So much has happened to me lately that I had the idea to write everything down, even my sexy dreams. Now that I’ve woken up from my coma, I thought maybe I could make an erotic story out of it.”

“An erotic story. That’s a great idea. I could even take care of you while you write it, if you want to take a break from your job at Hooters for a while.”

“That’s very sweet of you, Dane. I know it would be fun to write, I just don’t know who would be interested in reading it.”

“I would be,” Dane said.

“You’re sweet, thank you. I just don’t know where to start.”

“Why don’t you think of a title for your story, to get you started?” Dane suggested.

“Well, at first I thought of “The Contract”, but that sounds like a John Grisham novel.”

“Yeah, I suppose it does.”

I wrote my second idea for the title at the top of the blank sheet of paper.

“How about this?” I asked.

Dane came out of the kitchen with the quesadillas and set the plates down on the table. I showed him the title, The Memoir of Veronica Wells.

Dane smiled when he read it and placed his hand lightly and affectionately on my shoulder.

“That’s perfect, Veronica,” Dane said, “just perfect…”

I looked down at the blank sheet of paper and began writing…

Property of Edward James Teaser

“Tell me then, pretty girl. Say what I wish you to say.”

“I have given you my heart and soul, My Lord.

“My Lord Edward.”

“My Lord Edward.”

“And?... Tell me now, submissive. And don’t be nervous. Tell me what you truly feel, slave girl…”

“I…”

“Yes?”

“I am…in love with you, Edward. It’s true. I love you, My Lord.”

The only time I ever heard Elizabeth tell me she loved me was during out bondage and domination games. I loved to hear her say it, even if it was only during our fantasy. I loved it.

“Very good. I know you are in love with me, sub. But words and actions are entirely different. Remove my clothing please.”

“It is my pleasure, My Lord.”

Elizabeth placed a pillow on the floor and kneeled upon it. She dutifully removed each article of clothing until I stood before her, fully aroused. With one hand she held me around the base of my shaft and with the other she cupped under my scrotum. She looked up at me, waiting for her instructions. I took a handful of her thick wavy blond hair in my fist and held her by her leash with the other hand. I looked down at her with a hard look in my eyes and spoke.

“You know now what I need you to do. Suck on me as hard as you can until I’m about to explode and I will tap on your shoulder when I want you to stop me from coming.”

“It is my pleasure to kiss you, My Lord.”

“It is not your pleasure. It is your duty, sub.”

“My apologies, My Lord. It is my duty.”

“We shall take care of your little error later. Proceed.”

Elizabeth nodded and took my throbbing penis into her mouth. The harder she sucked and the deeper she swallowed me; the tighter I gripped her by her silky long golden hair. I was not my intention to hurt her or cause her pain or discomfort, but I let go of the leash and squeezed one of her breasts firmly, to make her mine. She liked the pressure on her hair and skin and I could tell it aroused her to be fondled roughly, but not too roughly. When I looked down at her taking the underside of my scrotum into her mouth, suckling upon the thin sensitive membrane of skin and then licking back up the sides of my shaft and over the swollen rim, I felt the surge building up within me. But it was the swaying of her voluptuous breasts as she sucked up and down on my penis that always seemed to trigger the onset of my orgasm. I quickly tapped her shoulders and she immediately squeezed my shaft with her vice-like grip, cutting off the escape route of my seminal fluid. She kept firmly applying pressure until my seed was contained. After overcoming this initial surge, I gained complete mastery over my ejaculation. Now my seed was locked away until the moment I chose to release it.

“Did anything come out of my penis, sub?

“Just a drop, My Lord.”

“Did you enjoy the taste?”

“Yes, it tasted a little sweet and salty, the tiny drop of your precious come, My Lord.”

“Did it leave you wanting more?”

“Yes, Sire.”

“Perhaps later. We will see if you deserve another taste. Now you said it was your pleasure to kiss me, rather than your duty. I know you apologized, but you must be taught a lesson due to your error. You may choose which you will be disciplined with first, the whip or the paddle. Go get them and bring them to me, quickly child.”

Elizabeth jumped up and retrieved the sex toys from where she kept them hidden away in her closet. She kneeled down before me, placing the whip and paddle next to me on the bed.

“If it please your Lordship, I would like to be paddled first.”

“I see. And why do you always choose the paddle first, in our training sessions? Say it and don’t be ashamed.”

“I like to be spanked by you, My Lord.”

“And why is that, submissive? Tell me.”

“I… like the feeling of it. I like to hear the slapping sound and feel the sting. I like the pleasant tingling sensation afterwards.”

“Very good. And?… Tell me the truth girl.”

“And… because I’m a naughty girl, Sire.”

“You are naughty. You are my naughty girl Elizabeth, aren’t you?”

“Yes I am, Master Edward.”

“And I am the only one you are able to be this naughty with, aren’t I?”

“You are the only one, Sire.”

“And one last thing before you feel the pleasure of the paddle. Tell me. What is your name?”

“My name is submissive.”

“No, your birth name.”

“My name is Elizabeth Rose.”

“And who are you, Elizabeth Rose?”

“I am the Property of Edward James…”

I nodded.

“That is correct, Ms. Rose. You are mine and you will always mine.”

I held the paddle down to her lips and she reverently kissed it while staring up into my eyes, leaving a red lipstick mark on the flat thin layer of padded wood. Elizabeth stood up, sidled across her bedroom and placed her hands on the back of her chair. She leaned over and prepared herself to be spanked. I stood up and approached her from behind, catching a glimpse of myself in her vanity mirror. All those daily sit-ups and push-ups changed my appearance. My soft tummy was gone and replaced with striated abs. I had cuts in my arm and chest muscles for the first time in my life. I looked strong and in command. Standing behind her with the paddle in my hand, my penis extended out from my pelvis like a rod of steel. I stretched out the elastic of her G-string and slid it over her feminine curved hips and down her legs. She stepped out and kicked them over toward her closet where she kept her soiled laundry bin.

I stroked my hand up the back of her thigh and between the soft cleavage of her cheeks, my fingertips lingering in the moist open folds of her sex. I loved seeing Elizabeth like this, patiently awaiting her discipline session, ass arched, breasts swaying underneath, hands gripping the arms of her chair. As the specter of Death waits around the corner to claim me, this memory of Elizabeth, offering her ass to be spanked, makes the totality of my life worth living.

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