Kate / Katherine

by Jilly Bowling

  Not wanting to ask anyone if they had seen her, he was getting more and more angry, then he saw a flash of white in the stable area and headed in that direction. To his surprise she had a wet sponge in her hand and was washing a polo pony’s face, whispering gently to it. The pony had its head down for her and its eyes closed. Its nose and lips were trembling with pleasure and the picture they made was beautiful. Taking out his phone he quietly took a couple of photos, then gently said “Kate”.

  Starting she looked round; the pony tossed its head in the air and knocked the sponge out of her hand. Laughing she looked ruefully at her dress, which had a dirty smudge down the front.

  “Sorry.” Damien said.

  “What for?” Kate asked.

  “Reacting to the thought of you with Al in the way that I did.”

  Kate ran to him and flung her arms around him. Hugging her tight he buried his face in her neck. After a few minutes Kate said “We need to talk about our pasts and how we will behave when we run into each others exes. In my case ex clients, not lovers.”

  “Yes we should talk, in my case it’s ex subs not lovers.” Damien whispered.

  “Then if I’m going to be your next sub, you have to ignore my past.” Kate insisted.

  “Yes you’re right.”

  “I’m not ashamed of what I do, you know. In fact I’m proud of my profession.” Kate said looking him straight in the eye. “I harm no one and make sad men feel better for a while.”

  “Yes I understand, and this is one sad man you could make feel better for a long time. Say yes to me Kate, please.” Damien pleaded hugging her close.

  “I want to go home tonight,” as he went to protest she put her hand over his mouth, “I need to think about this dom/sub business. I will give it a try this weekend, but I will not be bullied or bought. If I say no to a hard limit, I mean no, and I will give you the one million back, no arguments.”

  “I don’t want or need the money back, if you kept it, it might make it easier for you to leave me in the future. And if you have a nest egg, I wouldn’t worry about you, if I were to leave you.” Damien insisted. “Hard limits will be worked out between us not by me paying you!”

  Tilting her chin up he kissed her gently and said, “Come on, I’ll take you home.” When she went to argue he went on, “trust me Kate, if you turn me down I won’t stalk you, I have more pride than that.”

  “Alright then, you can take me home. If I’m going to trust you to tie me up, alone, then I need to trust you completely, don’t I?”

  “Oh Kate we will be so good together. I promise that you can trust me,” he declared kissing her again.

  When Turner stopped outside Kate’s flat she turned to him and said “I’ll see you on Friday. What do I need to bring?”

  Grinning he said “Just your beauty products and your toothbrush. Turner will pick you up at six. Alright?”

  “Ok” Kate smiled shyly at him, “see you on Friday.”

  Letting herself into her flat she threw the pashmina onto a chair and went to put the kettle on. She would go down to the pub and meet her friends tonight, have a pizza and a laugh. Heading into the shower she thought ‘I’m a millionaire.’

  Chapter 5

  Kate’s telephone rang at ten thirty the next morning. It was Belle, “Kate love are you busy tonight?”

  “Tonight, mm, no I’m not busy. What’s the matter?”

  “I’ve got a job, mega rich arab, who’s a regular client when he’s in London. But Mum’s got really bad flu, and is too ill to have Caly. I don’t want to let him down so I wondered if you’d look after her overnight?” Belle sounded desperate.

  Kate knew that Belle needed the money. She was determined that her daughter would have a private education and saved every penny she could; Caley’s father had never acknowledged her so Belle had raised her alone.

  “Of course babe, tonight’s no problem. I’ll keep her until lunchtime tomorrow if that helps.”

  “Thanks, Kate, I’ll bring her over at five, if that’s ok.”

  “Fine, I’m going to the gym but I’ll be back in time, and I’ll pick something up for her tea.” Kate said, planning her day.

  “Right, see you later,” and Belle rang off.

  Kate got out of bed and went into her kitchen to get some breakfast. Once she’d eaten she cleaned her teeth, washed and moisturised her face then she got into her gym kit, putting her sweats over the top. Pulling her hair into a ponytail she set off to the gym. She pushed herself hard knowing she needed to be fit to keep up with Damien. After a shower she swam thirty lengths, and then had a deep muscle massage.

  Her last appointment was to be buffed and polished, it was too soon for her to need a wax but she knew that any fuzz anywhere would give Damien an excuse to punish her, and she was determined to avoid that, so she arranged to have a course of laser treatment to remove her fuzz more permanently. With her body tingling she headed to her favourite deli and picked cooked chicken breasts and a mixture of salads. Then she chose strawberries and honeycomb ice cream for dessert, a carton of organic apple juice and a bottle of semi skimmed milk completed her purchases.

  It was just before four when she arrived home, so after unpacking her shopping she called her business manager at her bank. He was pleased to hear from her as he had been concerned about the million pounds in her current account. After she explained that she wasn’t available until Tuesday at the earliest they agreed to meet at three o’clock in the afternoon. That done she made herself a cup of tea and curled up on the sofa to watch her favourite soap on catch up.

  At five on the dot Belle turned up with Kaly, who was excited at the thought of sleeping over at Aunty Kate’s. Handing over Kaly’s bag of toys and clothes, Belle hugged Kate and rushed off to get ready for her arab. Kate played snakes and ladders with Kaly, then she bathed her, allowing her to play in the bath for half an hour. Once she was dry and had her pyjamas on, Kate laid the kitchen table with the food she had bought, and they both tucked in. Dishing up strawberries and ice cream, Kate asked if she’d like to watch a DVD and allowed her to choose which one. They curled up on the sofa together eating their dessert watching ‘Neverending story’ one of Kaly’s favourite films.

  As the film was ending Kaly’s eyes were drooping so Kate supervised teeth cleaning and tucked her up in the tiny box room, which was her second bedroom. It was only eight thirty so Kate watched some television trying to keep her mind off the weekend. That wasn’t easy as her body kept responding to her thoughts; unable to concentrate she went to bed at ten, and tossed and turned until the early hours.

  Kaly was awake at seven but was happy to climb into Kate’s bed and have a cuddle, and they finally got up at eight thirty, had breakfast, and watched kid’s television. Then Kate suggested that they go to the park; Kaly was thrilled and spent a few hours happily playing with the other children, while Kate chatted with the mums.

  Collecting Kaly’s belongings from the flat Kate called a taxi and took her home. Belle was up and about, although looking very tired Kate didn’t know how she coped with their lifestyle, while caring for her daughter. They had a cuppa and a sandwich together while Kaly told Belle what they had done, last night and this morning. Before Kate knew, it was three thirty and she called a cab, panicking that she wouldn’t be ready when Turner arrived to pick her up. Kissing Kaly and Belle she hurried out telling Belle that she’d speak to her on Monday.

  “Take care babe, remember what I told you.” Belle advised as Kate left.

  Once home Kate had a long soak in her bath, then she washed her hair, and put a deep conditioner on it. Drying it smooth and straight she then spent a while rubbing body lotion into every part of her body. She was determined that Damien would want her so badly he would not be too harsh with her. He had told her to take no clothes but she would need clean underwear, for when she left on
Sunday evening. She packed her face and body lotions, shampoo, toothbrush and toothpaste, hairbrush and hair bands, then she threw in two clean sets of underwear.

  Dressing carefully she put on jeans and a silk top with a cowl neck, in the pale lemon colour she loved. She picked up a grey waterfall cardigan, in case it was chilly on Sunday night, and pushed her feet into dainty high heeled sandals. Ready at last she then remembered her pills and went to collect them from the bedside cabinet. The necklace and earrings were in there and she touched them gently, then decided no, she would wear no jewellery this weekend. Her entry phone rang and she rushed to answer it, then picking up her bag she hurried out to the car. Turner had the door open and saluted her as she came out. Getting in Kate drew in a deep breath, what was she letting herself in for?

  When the car stopped outside Damien’s house, the front door opened and he walked out to meet her. Opening the car door he bent down and held out his hand to Kate.

  “Welcome to my home Katherine.”

  As Kate got out of the car she looked at the imposing house in front of her, it suited Damien, being attractive and smart as well as imposing. Tucking her hand into his arm he led her into the house, Turner following with her bag and cardigan. Once they were inside Damien let go of her hand and took the bag and cardigan off Turner. “Thank you Turner, I won’t need you again until Sunday evening.”

  The entrance hall was elegant with a sweeping staircase leading upwards, and it all shouted of good taste and wealth. Leading her into the dining room he said “I thought we’d dine in here, Mrs. Jones my housekeeper has made us an early dinner, so shall we sit and enjoy it?”

  Kate sat down feeling bemused. As Damien took his seat a middle aged but smart, attractive woman dressed in black, bustled in carrying two plates, and as she put them down in front of them Damien said “Mrs. Jones, this is my friend Katherine, Katherine this is my gem of a housekeeper, Mrs Jones.”

  They both smiled and said hello then Mrs. Jones hurried out again. On the plates were one of Kate’s favourites, scallops on a bed of watercress and rocket with a delicate sauce.

  She was so quiet Damien asked “Are you alright Katherine, don’t you like scallops? “

  “Oh I love scallops; I’m just surprised you have a housekeeper.”

  “Good, Mrs. Jones finishes on a Friday night and comes back at ten o’clock on a Monday.” Damien told her.

  “Oh “.

  Taking pity on her Damien said “I told you that I would take it easy on you this weekend. Once we’ve eaten we’ll have a talk and I’ll tell you what I expect of you. “

  “Oh “

  “Is that all you’re going to say all evening?” Damien growled his lips twitching.

  “No of course not, I just wasn’t expecting dinner. “

  “Have you eaten already?”

  “No, and this looks delicious.” Kate said cutting a scallop.

  “It’s just as well I’m feeding you or you would have been ill by morning, you’ve got to keep your strength up. If you don’t look after yourself I will be angry. “

  “I do look after myself.” Kate snapped.

  “Did you just snap at me Katherine?” Damien asked silkily.

  “Sorry, you’ve got me flustered. “

  “Sorry what?”

  “Um, sir.” Kate muttered putting a whole scallop in her mouth and chewing.

  “Right, let’s start again. Eat carefully, I don’t want you to choke again. “

  “Yes sir, “

  “On a weekend I will call you Katherine and for this weekend you will call me sir. If you become my sub you will call me master. When I take you out you may call me by name and I will call you Kate, to differentiate being in public or private. If you stay over on those nights I am master and you are Katherine. Do you follow?” Damien took a chance to eat his food.

  “Yes sir.”

  They finished their starters, and Kate drank some fizzy water. Mrs. Jones came in and cleared their dishes, then she returned with two plates of grilled chicken in a white sauce and a dish of sauteed vegetables.

  “Thank you Mrs. Jones, you may get of, we’ll see to ourselves now.” Damien told her.

  “Thank you Mr. Masters, there’s a fruit salad for dessert. “

  “Lovely, see you on Monday, have a nice weekend.”

  As Mrs. Jones left Kate looked at Damien and said “I don’t see you washing dishes. “

  “I have a dishwasher, and a sub for everything else.”

  Kate didn’t say anything, just helped herself to vegetables and started to eat.

  “Have you had a restful couple of days?” Damien asked.

  Kate laughed, “Not exactly.”

  “What does that mean?” Damien growled.

  “Well, I went out with friends on Wednesday night. Then yesterday I was in the gym and at the beauty parlour. Last night I baby sat for my friends daughter and this morning I took her to the park. Quite quiet for me really.”

  Putting down his knife and fork Damien frowned and his eyes flashed darkly. “I told you to prepare yourself for this weekend,” he said quietly.

  “I have, I trained hard at the gym, swam thirty lengths and was tortured at the beauty parlour.” Kate pointed her knife at him.

  “Katherine, we don’t really want to start this weekend with a hard punishment. Do not cheek me and do not be so rude as to point cutlery at me; you’ll need all the rest you can get to survive life as a sub.” Damien’s voice was very stern and quiet.

  Kate wanted to answer back but her sense of self preservation took over and she said “Sorry sir, I didn’t mean to cheek you.”

  Suddenly her appetite was gone, this was so surreal. She tried to eat more but she couldn’t, so she put her knife and fork down. Damien had cleared his plate and he asked if she was finished.

  “Yes thank you sir.”

  “Do you want fruit salad?”

  “No thank you sir, I’ve had enough,” she replied.

  “Then clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. I’ll be in the sitting room,” he said leaving the table.

  Kate frowned, now she was a servant! She didn’t like that but decided to play the game. Picking up all the dishes she took them into the state of the art kitchen fitted with with every appliance needed by a cook. Scraping the plates into the waste disposal she shoved the dishes into the dishwasher, put in a tablet and switched it on. Drying her hands she walked along the hallway until she found the sitting room, where Damien was sitting on a cream couch reading some papers. As she walked in he patted the cushion next to him and she sat down.

  Damien looked at her thoughtfully and sighed, “I feel you aren’t taking this seriously, Katherine. If you aren’t then we should call it a day, but I know that you are a submissive at heart. I want to enable you as best I can but you have to do as you are told and obey me even when I’m not there.”

  Kate looked down at her fingers and then she sighed, her eyes filled up with tears and she couldn’t look at him. Turning towards her he lifted her chin and wiped the tears with a finger. “Katherine, if you do become my sub your tears will annoy me not move me to pity. If I make you cry you will deserve it, but for now, come here,” and he pulled her towards him and kissed her gently.

  Kate responded her sex clenching and her womb doing a back flip.

  “Do you want to stay Katherine?” he asked.

  “Yes please sir

  “Come then I’ll show you my play room.” Damien said holding out his hand.

  “Oh god,’ Kate thought ‘this is really it.’

  Taking her hand he led her out of the sitting room along the wide hallway and up the stairs.

  “I’ll give you a guided tour tomorrow but for now I’ll show you your room and my room. Then I’ll show you t
he playroom,” he told her.

  Her room was beautifully decorated with a king size bed and a luxurious bathroom, containing a large shower, very large bath, bidet, toilet and washbasin, every type of beauty aid, fluffy white towels and a fluffy towelling robe.

  “It’s beautiful but aren’t I sleeping with you?” Kate asked.

  “Doms don’t always sleep with their subs, some nights we may but others we won’t.” he said curtly. “Don’t forget to call me sir.”

  “Sorry, I won’t sir.” Kate said quickly.

  Taking her hand he led her to his room which was all masculine and hotel chic, apart from one difference. Attached to the headboard were leather handcuffs, which Kate tried very hard not to stare at, causing Damien’s lips to twitch. Then he led her to the playroom and taking a key unlocked the door, and ushered Kate in.

  It had a pale wooden floor, cream leather walls and subdued lighting. In the middle was a cream leather padded table with restraints top and bottom, and to one side was a padded cross, again with restraints. Chains were attached to strong beams in the ceiling and a padded saddle horse stood to one side. There were shelves and drawers containing things Kate had never seen before and laid on a rack were riding crops, whips paddles and canes.

  Kate gulped at the sight of them and took an involuntary step back, feeling moistness between her legs.

  “Katherine, tonight is all about pleasure. Trust me I will not violate your hard limits. I intend to initiate you very slowly, as I want to keep you for a long time.”

  Kate steadied herself and looked at him, “I want to trust you sir, it’s just that I’m afraid of pain.”

  “Katherine, the line between pain and pleasure is so fine that it takes time to adjust your mindset.”

  Kate sighed and nodded.

  “Take all your clothes off and get into your submissive position.” he ordered leaving the room.

  Kate did as she was told realising she was shaking. “Pull yourself together” she said out loud as she knelt by the door, keeping her back straight.