The Unknown Master (closed to DangerousDarkEyes)

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Mary lay there, tied up unable to really move although she tried to wipe the cum on her face with her arm but wasn’t able to. She was freezing, her body trembling from pain and cold and exhaustion. But she was too cold and in too much pain to fall asleep which would have been a welcome relief.

All she could do was think, and that she did a lot of. She thought of every way she could think of to make him pay for what he did. And still that wasn’t enough. She would have to torture him the way he way he did her, including ramming something right up his little tight ass. She wondered how well he would take that. Especially if she laced in with hot sauce, because that’s just about how bad it felt and regardless of what he does, she was never going to forget this, ever. As far as she was concerned he was now living on borrowed time and she just so happened to have a perfect tool for that. He’d never see it coming.

Then when she heard the door close and he was gone, she sobbed harder than she had ever in her life. She let it all out until what was left was a woman with a vengeful heart willing to take another life no matter what the cost would be.

 

[LassardLost]

Lassard returned from running some errands. There was an unusual feeling in his chest as he pulled into his garage and thought of who was tied to his bed as he did. He picked up the shopping bag filled with clothes that he had just purchased and walked up to his room.

There Mary lay. He saw her jaw shaking with cold. Without saying a word Lassard moved quickly to her, seeing her looking at him as he did, and placed the bag next to the bed.

“Hello my dear. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” Lassard caressed her forehead and then grabbed the other end of his bed’s duvet and pulled it over Mary to cover her up completely, tucking it in to her sides to make sure she warmed up. Then he walked to his bathroom grabbed some towels and a basin of hot water. Returning to Mary he sat down, folded one of the hand towels neatly, dipped it into the basin and after wringing out the water, started wiping off his cum from Mary’s body, gently. He used two fingers in the towel to carefully clean the cum on her face. He cleaned her breasts, her belly, but left her lower area because he knew it would be sore to the touch. He was always sure to cover whatever part of her body he was not cleaning with the duvet to keep her warm.

He started talking.

“I’m sorry that it had to be this way Mary. But I will make it up to you. I know that you must be so angry right now. I know how that feels. I know it’s probably consuming you. And if it’s not consuming you, you’re keeping it, taming it, to unleash it when you see fit. I know that feeling intimately.”

Lassard finished cleaning up Mary and covered her up again, and went and got some more water, this time it was on the cooler side.

He took a larger towel, and tucked the towel under her bottom so that it spread out on the bed between her legs. Then he poured the cooler water in small amounts over what he assumed must be her painful, burning pussy and ass, cooling the fire that must have burned there.

“You’ll find that I’m not an unreasonable man, Mary. And you’ll find that we have a lot more in common than you thought. We both have our needs. I have my needs. And you need the well-being of your family, your brothers and sisters.”

Lassard took another towel and very gently dabbed dry her private areas, and then produced a balm from the shopping bag he had at the side of the bed, and gently applied it to her holes. He knew it wouldn’t remove the ache as she slept tonight, but it would help some.

And then, finally, he undid Mary’s bonds, one by one. As she slowly started moving, he took out a full bathrobe – maroon red and made of a thick, soft cotton, and placed it around Mary’s shoulders. Then he took out a pair of pajamas – just normal, plain old pajamas – from the bag and neatly folded them next to Mary on the bed. He stood before her as she used the robe to cover herself up more.

“I’m going to give you some privacy. Go ahead and use my shower and get dressed. You can sleep in your own bed tonight and you won’t have any bother from me. The schedule resumes as per usual tomorrow morning.”

And with that, Lassard walked out of the room, and shut the door behind him.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Mary couldn’t believe the change in Dr. McCallister, he had left her dirty naked and cold and now he was gently covering up her body. It surprised her even more when he brought warm water and wiped his own cum from her body, keeping everything covered all but what he was washing. When he poured the cool water on her, she gasped a bit, but the water did make her pussy and ass a little cooler. She didn’t say anything to him, just watching him, wondering if maybe he had a twin brother that they took turns, this couldn’t be the same man that had just raped and abused my body. Then he began speaking and she knew it was him.

“You’ll find that I’m not an unreasonable man, Mary. And you’ll find that we have a lot more in common than you thought. We both have our needs. I have my needs. And you need the well-being of your family, your brothers and sisters.”

She couldn’t deny that she needed the money for her family, but if this was to be how it was every time, she couldn’t go thru it again. Although she got the impression he was over his anger, he still wanted her for his needs. That was what the high pay was for and the way she felt now, she didn’t know if she could do that even if it was for her family. It was much too painful.

Then he patted her dry and put something on her pussy and ass that seemed to cool the burn even more. It still hurt, but at least it wasn’t burning like it had been. What the hell is his deal now, dr. jekle and mr. Hyde maybe.

When he showed her the robe to cover herself, she felt how soft and thick it was as she quickly grabbed it trying to hide her body. Then she saw him pull out some pajamas, plain, not revealing….sure this is probably just another set up so the animal can come out and play some other game.

“I’m going to give you some privacy. Go ahead and use my shower and get dressed. You can sleep in your own bed tonight and you won’t have any bother from me. The schedule resumes as per usual tomorrow morning.”

She was really surprised now, he had freed her to go back to things as usual. She went into the bathroom, locking the door and turned the water on warm and then stood under the water for what seemed like hours. Her mind kept bouncing back to if she should stay and see if this really has changed, or to leave, go back home where there was no room for her anyway. She couldn’t get the amount of money he was paying her out of her mind.

Finally she got out of the shower, dressed in the pajamas he bought her. She was drained and exhausted and she wouldn’t have near enough time to sleep and feel better by morning. But she went to her room, locked the door and finally lay down in bed and fell fast asleep.

The alarm went off way to early and as she sat up every muscle in her body hurt. She saw the balm on her night stand along with a new uniform for her to wear, similar to the other one. She realized he must have keys to all the rooms and she couldn’t lock herself away. She dressed, every effort went into it just to get the clothes on. Before she put the panties on, she used the balm again, then washed her hands, brushed her teeth and hair.

She had his breakfast on the table beside the bed a little before his alarm went off. She took some toast and coffee to her own room, not really able to stomach much more than that. When she was thru, she knocked on his door.

“Dr. McCallister were you done with the dishes or do I need to come back for them,” she asked, her tone flat yet still very tired.

 

[LassardLost]

Lassard awoke to find his breakfast at his bedside as he had originally asked. After washing up and finishing it off, he heard the knock.

“Dr. McCallister were you done with the dishes or do I need to come back for them?" Judging by the tenor of her voice, Mary clearly hadn't recovered yet, nor had Lassard expected her to.

"Please come in and take them."

Lassard sat on his leather chair and watched as Mary as she walked to his breakfast tray. She looked inured. But she held her pride.

"Mary," Lassard said as he turned his chair around to face the window, his back towards her. "You can refer to me as Sir from now on."

Lassard looked at an email on his phone, then looked up again though not at Mary. "Please clean the west wing bedrooms today."

And with that, Mary left the room.

Lassard's day started with working out as usual followed by a day of meetings with his latest acquisition. The company had been royally screwed up and he had a lot of fixing to do. He had seen Mary for lunch. She had brought a tray to his office. Again, as expected, she seemed she was trying to maintain some sense of normalcy though he could tell her body hurt.

"Each ache reminds you of last night." Lassard looked down as he remembered his last "business" encounter.

"Come here Mary." She paused just for a moment, looking at him before coming to him.

Lassard took Mary's hands in his and looked at her in her eyes. "Your anger and desire for vengeance are completely justified. I know that if it wasn't for your family you would probably have tried to leave by now. But you'll find that you and your family will be continuously rewarded while you are here, and your wounds will heal by the balm of that knowledge." Lassard looked at his hands holding hers and let go. "You probably despise my touch, and you are right to, and I know you don't need me to validate that."

Lassard stood up and put a finger under Mary's chin, lifting her face up to look at him. "Last night will not happen again."

Lassard turned around and faced the window again, his hands held behind him. "Go ahead and take the evening off. Get some rest."

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Mary had done the chores she was assigned to her today, although with every movement something would hurt. It didn’t seem like she could be comfortable in any position and she was totally exhausted. She was extremely leery of the doctor especially when he asked her to come over to him.

When he held her hands, she wanted to pull them back, to slap his face, anything that would hurt him. Yet she stopped herself, believing that what she was doing now would really help her family. She was surprised that he understood how she felt, but of course, he really couldn’t understand because he had never had a hot iron shoved up his ass. Then he would know exactly how she felt. Yet he insisted that things were different and her family would be rewarded for….yeah for services rendered…more giving him what he wants….Sure he’s being nice now, but what about when he had another temper tantrum. And as soon as she thought that it was like he had read her mind.

"Last night will not happen again."

No, she thought to herself, it wouldn’t, she’d kill him next time he tried anything like that again.

“Will there be anything else, Sir,” she asked, ignoring what he had said to her. Her pride wouldn’t give him the pleasure of thinking she might forgive him. She didn’t think she ever could.

"Go ahead and take the evening off. Get some rest."

“Thank you, Sir.”

She left the room, very grateful she could go to her own room. She didn’t bother locking the door this time. She took a nice long warm bath soaking her aching body in the tub for a good thirty minutes or so. In fact she almost was asleep and realizing that she washed and rinsed herself off and put the blue pajamas back on her. Putting on the balm, before she had the pajamas on. She didn’t eat, she was just too tired for that.

She slipped between the sheets and fell fast asleep, at last.

 

[LassardLost]

Lassard’s alarm went off. It was 2:00AM. There was work to be done. Dr. McCallister’s newfound collectedness came from his comfort with who he was and what he had done. He didn’t feel the pain of conscience anymore, at least not in the way he used to. He didn’t feel himself to be a sociopath, it was just clear what he wanted and there was no question about it. What he wanted was currently sleeping in her own room. And she would require a lot of work.

It was dark in her room as he quietly opened the door. He saw her figure under her bed sheets and smiled. Walking over to the side of her bed, she stood there for a moment and looked at her. The full moon outside spilled its light onto her figure and the thin sheet seemed to accentuate her perfectly fertile, feminine hips. God how he loves those hips. But tonight wouldn’t be one of those nights. Tonight would be something else.

Lassard sat down on her bed, ever so slowly so as not to wake her. He pulled her bed sheet down off her until her waist, exposing her button down pajama top. She was lying on her side but in the process of removing the bed sheet she turned onto her back. Lassard watched her for a moment to assess whether she was awake or not. He knew that if she had fallen asleep earlier she should have been in REM sleep by now, and so he should see her eyes moving randomly under her eyelids. But he did not. They were still. Which meant he could hedge a bet that she was awake. And if she was, she was probably playing dead. And that was exactly what he wanted.

Lassard smiled as he lightly touched the side of Mary’s neck. He spoke in a soft voice, enough that the tenor of his voice could be heard, and it wasn’t a whisper, but not loud enough to “wake” her.

“Your sacrifice will not be lost,” Lassard unbuttoned Mary’s pajama top one by one, slowly, deliberately.

“Your life’s dedication,” he finished the bottom button, and her top now lay open, but still covering both of her breasts. Lassard traced his fingers every so gently down the center of her chest. He saw her take a deep breath. He smiled.

“…will not be lost.” Lassard laid one side of Mary’s top aside, revealing one of her breasts. So perfect and round, succulent. He sighed.

“You are a strong woman, Mary.” He traced a single finger around her nipple, down the side of her breast and then back up again. Mary’s eyes remained closed. “But your happiness does not lie in your defiance.” Lassard revealed the other breast and traced his fingers across it, then down her belly.

“There is a longing in you, I see it.” He let his finger dip into her belly button, then out, and then down to her lower belly.

“For so many years you have been the pillar, the shelter.” He let his hand come back up her belly, up to her chest, and he touched her cheek.

“Tirelessly working… When will you be able to let go, and let someone else be your shelter?” Lassard leaned down into her neck and kissed her lightly.

“Your everything.” He whispered into her ear.

And with that, he covered her back up with her sheet, and left the room.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Mary had been awake the entire time he was in her room. He felt him slowly unbuttoning her pajama top, then the way he gently caressed her. She hoped he thought she was sleeping and wasn’t able to see the little shivers she had gotten from his hands.

His words may have been sweet, but she still didn’t trust him. She had only been with one other guy than him and he was a real jerk too. One who only cared about his own pleasure. She saw the doctor in the same light, yet had a very dark side to him that she didn’t like at all. Now she wasn’t sure she would ever be with a man, other than the doctor, since that was what she new he had in mind. But to give in and let someone else take care of her or shelter her as he said, no, that wasn’t going to happen. She didn’t ever see that happening, no matter how nice he was to her. He still was a man that wanted to control her for his own pleasure. That was all she saw and she fell asleep with those thoughts in her head.

The next morning, feeling a lot better from sleep, she had his breakfast in his room on time. Had eaten something herself today and on her way back downstairs she picked up his finished dishes.

“Good morning Sir, what is it that you will need done today?” she asked, her professionalism the same as it had always been. The only difference was that there was a look in her eyes that hid all her feelings and emotions and she no longer was going to let him see that part of her any more. If he wanted that, he would damn well have to work hard for it, damn hard.

 

[LassardLost]

The next several weeks passed at the McCallister residence with few "events". The routine continued. Breakfast by the bedside, followed by the gym and then business the rest of the day for Lassard. Cleaning, cooking and serving all day for Mary. Every few days Lassard would make one of his nightly visitations. He would sit beside Mary and make sure her eyes were still in hopes that it meant she had awoken to his presence, and he would start touching her, and speaking to her. He would never finger her, but let his light touch travel to all the other sensitive parts of her body: her neck, her lips, her breasts, her inner thighs as well as just tracing along the general curve of her body. He would tell her how beautiful she was, how good she was being to her family, and would essentially reveal to her in those moments how much he actually did know about how she felt after what he had done.

Lassard knew very well that his touch was not desired, though he continued because there was an important role for the regularly imposed sensuality. He had not forced himself upon Mary not because he didnt have the desire, but because his desire for more perfect control was greater. He was no fool, he knew that Mary would require a lot of work, but he had all the time in the world, and he intended to use all of his resources - mental, material, physical and emotional - to turn her into his devoted servant.

In the meanwhile Lassard had taken to writing out the less than satisfactory aspects of his life on his desktop in his office. From time to time he would be up all night, just writing. In an effort to rid himself of his weaknesses, he wrote about the death he had caused in the Ivory Coast clinic. He wrote about each encounter with his business prospects. Anything that had caused him pain and loss of control, he wrote about.

Sometimes Mary would come in to leave breakfast and find him ferociously typing away, bags under his eyes, a frown plastered on his face. "You can leave it there, thank you." Lassard would say as he continued to look at the screen, typing.

On one morning, Lassard was so exhausted that he didnt close the document he was working on before stumbling into his bed and passing out. Mary had come up to place his breakfast.

Lassard had just finished writing:

"It's your fault. You must accept that. It was your weakness in desiring greater growth for your business such that you would sacrifice your own dignity at the hands of a woman like that. Yes it's true, you could have never predicted that night. You could have never predicted she would sedate you, rape you in the ass - that you would wake up and find yourself bound, cold, used and in pain KEI&2!329$$!Johakasdad3&/!,"]{=}##JMA YOU FUCKING DESERVED IT. The anger, screaming until you lost your voice, all of it. It was your punishment for allowing your desire for wealth to over take you. And then you came back and ravaged the girl the next morning. Look at what you did to her. Look at how much work you created for yourself. Yes your hatred of... yourself... granted you clarity of purpose. Your anger shed your desire for wealth at the service of your greater desire. But now you must work. You must work. Accept your actions. Your only hope is in control."

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

In the last weeks, Mary had gotten her body back, she no longer was in any pain, nor was she exhausted. She had done her chores as required and pretended to sleep when the doctor came into her room.

One morning she had left his tray as he was sound asleep and his computer was open to a document on it. She checked to make sure he was sleeping pretty sound and she had a good 10 minutes before he would wake up so she went ahead and read it.

She couldn’t believe what he had written. Mary was shocked to learn that what had happened to her that awful night, had happened to him by a woman, a business woman. Her mouth fell open and her heart gave a tug as she looked back at him sound asleep and back to the document. Here he had gone and did what had been done to him, without the drug, but was pretty much the same. It at least explained why he was in that particular mood, not that it was okay for him to do that, but it did make him more understandable about how she felt.

She saw him stir and quickly left the room, going to her room and having her breakfast. She still kept going over what she had read and could understand how awful and useless he must have felt. But he didn’t any more and his tempers had stopped after that night. She kind of felt a bit sorry for him, although he had done it to himself, putting himself in that position. Had she brought what happened to herself on herself, agreeing to all his demands, not talking back, wearing those revealing clothes he had given her. Wasn’t it partly her fault for giving him the impression she was there to please him.

Mary decided she had a lot to think about with this man and his needs. She had already grown accustom to his touch. Actually she was beginning to look forward to those nights, they were so relaxing, yet she didn’t want to give him the pleasure of knowing this.

After breakfast, she went to his room as usual, only this time she greeted him with a smile on her face.

“Is there anything else I can get you, Sir?” she asked with a more jovial tone.

 

[LassardLost]

Lassard was exhausted. He looked at his clock. 5:15AM. He hadn't slept more than an hour, but didnt have a choice to sleep in. It was an important day and there was much to be done.

Lassard has expected that his housemaid would be stone walling him after the initial night. He was aware that his touches were not having any effect on her, at least overtly. And he had one ace up his sleeve that he hoped to use to soften the statue that wandered his halls, but he wanted to let her heal - at least physically - before he used it. Today was to be that day.

Lassard then took it as a very unusually good sign that when Mary came in, she actually smiled. It actually woke him up a bit as he sat in bed with his empty tray on his lap. He looked at Mary, who seemed to have a little bounce in her step. Not quite like when she came in initially but definitely more than she had had for the past couple of months.

"Um, no thank you Mary." Was all that he was able to say.

Mary took Lassard's tray off his lap and left the room. He looked at the door for a minute after she left. Whatever it was, perhaps she had started coming to terms with her positron here, he was happy to see her looking better. Perhaps his nightly sessions were having an effect? Somehow he didnt think that was it.

Regardless, Lassard slowly got out of bed and say down at his desk. He pulled out his check book and wrote.

On the first line he wrote, "Marshall Peterson." And on the second, "Fifty thousand dollars only".

Then he wrote the letter.

"Dear Mr and Mrs Peterson,

I write to you to thank you. I wish to thank you for raising your daughter to be the dedicated, strong and wonderful person that she is.

Her presence in my home has been the greatest thing to happen since I had it constructed over a decade ago. She takes care of it, and myself, as if he is not a hired hand but as someone who has taken ownership of her work in a way that is hard to find these days. It is a testament to her efforts, an a testament to the soil from which she grew - her family.

Mary has shown a strength that is most admirable. We have gone through some difficult times here with my demands based on my unusual schedule and business needs. She has met them no matter what the time of day or night and far exceeded her expectations.

I hope that you will accept this gift of appreciation.

For few of us, money is no object, and the value that your daughter brings to me and my home is priceless.

With gratitude,

Lassard McCallister"

Lassard sent the envelope via personal courier the same day. It was the same letter that Mary's parents held in their hands, with tears of joy streaming down their faces, when they called her.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Mary had sat listening over the phone at how thankful her parents were to Dr. McCallister for his generosity. Her mother had told her that it was going to get Jake a college education, he was their oldest and next year would be starting college. Her mother also let her know that they were able to pay off the medical bills that her younger sister had incurred when she was in the hospital a year ago. The young girl was still suffering from the illness, and the doctors still hadn’t figured out exactly what it was she had. But she seemed to be getting better and having paid them off, maybe they would really work on finding out what was wrong.

As Mary listened she was still trying to fathom why Dr. McCallister had sent them so much money. She had to wonder what was going to be expected of her now, or was it payment for what he had done. She couldn’t help the negative thoughts but when her mother read the letter to her, it had really sounded sincere. Maybe he was changing she thought to herself. And now with her parents so happy and already reaping the rewards of her work, it made her decision to stay that much easier. She just hoped there would be no more nights like that terrible one.

At lunch time Mary brought up a lunch tray to Dr. McCallister’s office. She knocked on the door.

“Sir, I have your lunch here and I also needed to talk to you.

When he came to the door and took the tray he waited for her to tell her what she needed to. His office was still off limits to anyone but him.

“I want to thank you for your generosity to my family. They were very happy with it and have plans to do some wonderful things with it. So thank you Sir, I really do appreciate what you are doing here for me.”

When she finished she smiled and then started walking away.

 

[LassardLost]

“I want to thank you for your generosity to my family. Hey were very happy with is and have plans to do some wonderful things with it. So thank you Sir, I really do appreciate what you are doing here for me.”


Lassard didn’t smile back when Mary smiled and started walking away, but he looked at her approvingly. “Mary,” he called out after her, his voice steady. “Please come into my office.”

Lassard took a few steps back into his room and asked that Mary close the door behind her. There she stood, looking at him. He was taller than her so she had to look slightly upwards. And he looked at her, looking into her eyes. He wondered if she thought he was going to expect a sexual encounter, but he knew better than that. Much better.

Lassard carefully considered Mary for a moment. Her overall demeanor had changed. He was sure that the funds he had donated, a pittance for him, would change her family’s life. He knew she must feel very light, knowing about her family. What he didn’t know, was how she felt about him. And he needed to make sure that things moved in the right direction. Towards the goal. His goal.

“Mary, independent of… the past.” Lassard looked momentarily to the windows on his left then looked back at her, his hands folded comfortably against his chest, one arm touching his chin as he spoke. “You really have been working hard. And I know that I am not an easy man to work for. The… people I have let go from my company over the years can attest to that.”

Lassard looked at her more intensely, studying her, as if by doing so he might know her insides completely. “I think you’ve earned yourself a day off.” Lassard noted a slight inhalation, though Mary kept her face placid. “I wouldn’t want you to leave the grounds, but how about we have your family come visit, and you can spend the day with them between your suite and the gardens. I’ll hire some people for the day to show them a good time. You have some younger siblings, correct? We can get some entertainment for them. You won’t need to prepare for it. You won’t need to serve them or me or anyone else on that day.”

Lassard turned away from her before she could respond and moved towards the window. He, as if without his own consent, muttered, “I mean Christ let the girl see her own family, Lassard.” Lassard frowned briefly as he noted this seemingly automatic utterance. It was… very unusual to say the least. Lassard wondered if there were adverse effects of leading his chosen way of life. He shook the thought from his mind. Not sure if Mary heard it or not, he quickly turned around and faced her. “Well?”

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

“That would be very nice Sir, thank you. Would tomorrow be alright? I am very anxious to see them. I’d also like you to meet them and they can thank you themselves.”

After they had agreed on the arrangements for the next day, Mary again thanked him and as she worked the rest of the day she hummed a tune she probably made up.

After dinner was cleaned up Mary went online to find something suitable to wear and found that she could order this very pretty lilac summer dress that wasn’t all that revealing. It did come down off her shoulders but she fell in love with it right off and ordered it, special delivery for in the morning. Her family had already been called and were being picked up around 1:00 pm in the big town car driven by Dr. McCallister’s own chauffer.

By the time she had showered and watched a little television in her room, she found herself very sleepy. She went to bed with much better thoughts about the doctor than she had in a long time. She couldn’t wait to see her family.

In the morning she brought in his breakfast as usual, but had picked one of his favorite roses and put it in on a vase on his tray. Then she went and ate her breakfast. Her dress and shoes were delivered right after she got the morning dishes done. She couldn’t wait to try it on and see how it fit.

She quickly went upstairs and since she already had very delicate underwear that she ordered before, she picked out the lilac strapless bra and panty set she had ordered last week. Then she slipped the dress over her head and pushed the sleeves down her shoulders. The dress came down a bit past her knees and it fit snug along the top but flared at the bottom. She loved how it fit and showed off her shape and the sandals she had gotten to go with were perfect. She wanted her family to see that she was doing very well too.

There was a lunch buffet stretched out on the long dinning room table with a variety of all kinds of food. Plenty for her group of seven. In the garden tables and chairs were set up for them all to eat there while a band had been there to play just about any kind of music they desired. The doctor also had hired a magician and a clown for the younger kids to entertain them. Mary felt like she was in a dream when her family came in. They were all hugging and talking at once until finally she led them to the buffet.

Once outside, Mary began to wonder if the doctor was going to come down to meet them and possibly have a bite to eat himself. She was distracted by her mothers voice asking her all sorts of questions and they all were enjoying themselves and visiting. About an hour after lunch was cleaned up, one of the kitchen cooks pushed out a large cart carrying a 3 tier white cake with lilac icing. Mary’s mouth dropped open, wondering how did he know that was her favorite flower and color. It then sank in that the yard smelled heavily of lilac and all of the tables and plants around had lilac flowers all around. Mary smiled and didn’t even think one negative thought, she just thought about how considerate he was being and how sweet that he had set this all up.

As the cake was being cut and served, Dr. McCallister made his entrance into the garden.

“Sir, I’d like you to meet my parents Jane and Bill and those are my brothers and sisters. That big guy there is the one that is going to college.” Mary said as she got up and went to him, bringing him over to meet her family.

 

[LassardLost]

Lassard watched Mary’s family from one of the rooms on the south end of the house that overlooked the garden. It actually made him smile in a way that he hadn’t in a long time. He saw her parents talking with her, laughing. The younger ones sitting wide-eyed at the magician. He tried to remember the last time he had seen such innocence. Such love. They lead a life of difficulty, but they seemed so happy. Though he had given them a large gift, this did not seem like a family that just recently found happiness. They were close. Lassard found himself staring down at them. Much of his life flashed in his mind. Wealthy residences, parties, women, business, business, business. When he saw the Peterson family, he realized that that was something that he may never have. Lassard sighed. This was not good for him. He had sacrificed himself too much to subject himself to such thoughts. But yet they remained. Then he saw Mary. She looked beautiful. Her body was wonderfully outlined in her dress, and Lassard had enough attunement to know that she loved lilacs, so he had made the appropriate arrangements. He still wanted her. He wanted her completely for himself, to be at his beck and call, to be his his his and his alone! Seeing her with her family… he couldn’t help but see her in a different light. He –

“Dr McCallister, would you like to meet the family?” It was Gerald his chauffeur.

“Gerald, how long have you been there?” Lassard turned around, startled.

“For a few minutes Doctor. They are done with their lunch. I think it would be appropriate if you met them.”

Lassard looked at Gerald for a moment. “Yes, of course.”

Lassard walked into the garden wearing khaki pants and a light blue button down shirt, no tie. Mary introduced him to her family. Lassard smiled and graciously met them. He felt odd, as if he was meeting his girlfriend’s parents – or at least he thought that perhaps this is what it felt like. But he also felt guilty for the first time in a long time. He had raped their daughter. He looked at Mary, she seemed genuinely happy, and was smiling at him.

“Pleasure to meet you, it’s nice to meet the family responsible for such a fine young woman,” Lassard nodded towards Mary. Mary’s parents and Lassard exchanged pleasantries – after Lassard was able to get them off the topic of thanking him. “You… really, please. It’s the least I could do. Mary brings this place to life. That’s invaluable. Anyway – please, enjoy the amenities, and if you need anything please let me know.”

Lassard met Mary’s older brother and spoke to him on the side about his plans for college. He was a bright young man, and Lassard enjoyed talking to him. He was interested in being a doctor, funnily enough, and Lassard encouraged him. When he looked at the house and the garden and turned to Lassard and said, “Yeah that way I can live like you do.” Lassard paused, and smiled.

Lassard looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was listening. Mary was a little ways away, and he wasn’t sure if she could hear. He thought she was far enough off. In reality she wasn’t. “Listen bud, I’m going to tell you something that I don’t want you to tell anyone. Ok?” Mary’s brother nodded, looking at him eagerly.

“If you work hard in school and get the grades, and you get into med school, I’ll cover the cost for you.” Mary’s brother gasped, and was about to thank him, “Sh!” Lassard put his finger to his lips glancing over his shoulder. “On one condition. You promise to go and become the best doctor you can be, and NEVER get involved in business outside of it. Just do medicine. Just take care of patients. You will never earn the money I have earned like that, but you will be a billion times happier. And if you tell anyone about this, especially your sister, I’ll pull back. Got it?”

Mary’s brother looked at Lassard, and nodded every seriously. “Thank you.” He said in hushed voice. “Thank you so much.” And he walked off to his parents, with a spring in his step.

Lassard turned around and looked at the family. He had brought so much happiness with such a small act. He caught Mary’s eyes as he looked at them and he knew when he saw her that she must have heard him. They locked gaze for a moment and something in the back of Lassard’s mind told him that he was very vulnerable at this moment. That his eyes must have been an open window to the part of him that he had disavowed himself of after that first night. That he should look away immediately. But he couldn’t. And Mary was looking right into it.

Finally Lassard broke from the gaze, and walked quickly away and into the home, graciously excusing himself in the name of business. He went into his room, sat down on his desk and put his head down on it, slamming his fist beside it. He fell asleep.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

It was a couple hours that she had gotten to spend with her family and they were the best time she had had in along time. Around 5pm the chauffer was on his way to take them back to there house and Mary started cleaning up. The one caterer told her to leave it alone, they were specifically hired so that she didn’t have to do a thing.

Mary was actually grateful for that as she was a bit tired. But she was too wound up to go to sleep. Besides it was way too early yet and she still had time to just relax and do what she wanted to do. She decided to go to her room and turn on the cd player that was in the room. She put in one of her favorite Kenny G’s cd and listened to it. She loved his music and being so happy, she acted like a school girl and got up pretending to be dancing with someone as she floated about the room.

It was the first time in a long time that she had let herself get into that dream like state and do as she please. Dancing was something she liked as much as the music. After a little while, she decided to go down and get a piece of the cake that was made. When she passed the doctors room she stopped and knocked on the door.

“Sir, would you like a piece of cake for dessert. I’ll get it for you.”

She waited for his answer.

 

[LassardLost]

The knock woke Lassard up.
"Um," Lassard rubbed his eyes. Had he been sleeping? Cake?

It took him a moment to realize that Mary was asking him if he wanted cake. He wanted to let his eyes fall on her again.

"Yes, please. Bring it in here. We can eat together."

Lassard went to the bathroom and freshened up after his unexpected nap while Mary went and got cake.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

“Of course, Sir,” Mary replied and went to get them each a piece of cake and a pitcher of Milk with two glasses.

She couldn’t help this overwhelming feeling show him her gratitude for everything he had done to make this day so special for her. Especially, she thought to herself, the lilacs. That showed her how much he cared just in knowing her favorite flower than anything else.

When she got upstairs with the tray she was carrying, she knocked on the door and then went in his room.

“Sir, I want to thank you again for the kindness you have shown my family as well as for me. I may never forget what happened, but I’m not going to let it ruin our relationship any more. I’m very sorry that it happened at all and wish to put it behind us.” she was saying as she set the tray down and then served him cake with a glass of milk.

She then served herself and added, “I also want to thank you for what you are doing for my brother. He won’t let you down.”

 

[LassardLost]

Lassard sat across from Mary and gave a soft smile.

"You've been quite gracious, Mary." Was all he said as he started eating his cake. They both sat and ate quietly for a moment before he spoke up again.

Lassard didn't want to apologize, yet he felt something needed to be said.

"When a tiny creature walks on a colorful mural, it is shocked by the bright reds and greens. They traumatize it, for it is accustomed only to the tame colors of the Forrest from which it came. But when someone gives it the ability to see the whole mural, it sees the beauty of the entire image. The bright, traumatic colors are still present, but when seen in their context, they can be seen more fully. Understood. Sometimes even appreciated."

Lassard looked at Mary again. "We are all those little creatures. Thank you for choosing to understand."

"Your brother can be a great physician." Lassard put down his fork and stretches his arms. It was late and he hasn't slept much the night before. "Just," he yawned, "tell him not to get as messed up as some other doctors hm?"

Lassard smiled at Mary. "Thank you for bringing the cake."

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Mary took the plates to the kitchen, washing them and then went to her room. She took a nice long hot bath, unwinding and relaxing, all the while thinking about the good things that Lassard had done since that one awful evening, which apparently had been awful for both of them in the same way. She also realized that he had not really mentioned her doing anything to pay him back. Although he still had been making his rounds to her bedroom.

She hadn’t let him know she was awake or that she was beginning to enjoy the touch of his hand. But she had to admit to herself, she indeed started looking forward to those visits and especially how he touched. It usually got her going where once he left, she would have to play with herself until she got off. And her fantasy’s all included Lassard with his gentle hand and the seduction of his voice.

Finally she finished up her bath and put on a night gown this evening as it was a bit warmer than usual. The night gown only came down to a little above her knee and was sleeveless with a few buttons down the top. Once she was ready for bed, she turned off the television and pulled back the covers, lying on top of the bottom sheet without covering herself, which was cooler. She drifted off pretty quickly, but happily content with the way the day had gone.

 

[LassardLost]

It was 2AM when Lassard's alarm clock went off. He had been making visitations to Mary's room every other night or so, and tonight was going to be no different. Though he hoped after recent events she might be more pliable.

He slipped into her room and stood by her bedside for a moment, looking at her while letting his eyes get accustomed to the dark. There was enough moonlight spilling on to her beautiful face that he could see that she was actually sleeping. Her eyes moving randomly under her eyelids.

Slowly, he sat down beside her on the bed and brought down the thin sheet that was covering her. She wore a different sleeping outfit than the usual full button down pajamas so it would make his job a little harder. Or maybe not.

Lassard decided to pull the whole sheet off we completely. She shifted a bit as he did this, and Lassard wasnt sure if she was still sleeping. He climbed on the bed on all fours, her legs between his, her waist between his arms on either side, and he touched her left thigh - just placing his hand on it gently. She was so soft. So smooth. He traces his finger tips along we thigh under her night down and then down her inner thigh. He helped ride the gown up as far as he could with his other hand, completely exposing her up to above her belly button, her pussy to the open air.

But he didnt touch her there. He looked at her beautiful mound. With feather light touch he let his fingers drag up her let to her lower belly, across and down her other leg. He leaned down and kissed her thigh. Then shuffling up a bit but keeping his weight off her he slid his left hand further under her gown, feeling her breast. He traced circles around her nipple first, then let his thumb gently run over it. It was becoming erect quickly. He spread his fingers against her breast and brought them down from there to her belly, down almost to her pussy but again by passing it and moving to her thighs. As he did, Mary moved her hips slightly up towards him in a small wave of pleasure.

Lassard smiled, and continued.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Mary woke up as she felt his hand begin riding up her nightgown. The way he was teasing her pussy like he was, she thought, she just might come. Then went it moved up to her nipple, he had that hard very quickly. She was wondering if she should start letting him know this turned her on and she was no longer unwilling to consider certain options he might have.

As his hand moved back to tease her pussy without touching it, she moaned softly. And with that her hand went to her pussy, to press against it and then rub it a time or two then pull it away.

“You’re making me so horny, Sir.” she whispered, her voice filled with lust.

 

[LassardLost]

Lassard heard her moan and felt his cock begin to harden. As he heard her voice filled with desire, he then saw her and her body had become his kingdom. But Mary would require more work to make her completely submissive to him.

"You must ask my permission before touching yourself." Was all he said.

And with that he lifted Mary's gown all the way up to her chest, and sliding one hand behind her back, he lifted it up and over her head, letting is slip off the bed. There she lay completely nude, her breath, Lassard noted, was showing signs of becoming irregular. Lassard back down her legs, lying down on his side next to her. He traced his fingers from the bottom of her right leg all the way up to her groin, where he grazed her back and forth right where we leg met her lower belly, in the line that bordered her beautiful mound. He moved his head close to her pussy, letting his mouth open slightly, breathing hot air gently right against her, but never touching. He knew she could feel his hot breath, his presence, his desire for her, breathing against her pussy. And she even moved her hips up but Lassard moved back so he wouldn't touch. He looke at her hands, which were clawin into the bed sheets beside her. He looked up an saw her two hills, leaked by their nipples and he moved up her body. But not before he removed hos shirt sorhatbhe was bare chested. Slowly, achingly, his fingers on her hips, the heat of his body radiating onto her, he let his mouth hover over her lower tummy, between her breasts, and then over her right breast. His left hand moved over her left breast, playing with her gently, fondling her, feeling her. God she was perfect he thought to himself. He let his nose graze just once against her breast before moving up to her neck, where he kissed her, bringing his hand up to her neck, caressing her, like lovers, though they were not.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

"You must ask my permission before touching yourself."

Here she had thought he would be pleased by what she did and now she regretted even doing it. It took her several minutes to push her emotions aside and enjoy the pleasure he was giving her, but the desire to touch herself was gone, at least for now.

His touch was wonderful and she found herself clawing at the sheets as he teased and toyed with her. Always seeming to bring her close to the edge but never pushing her over. She knew she could, but she refused to ask him for permission. He was going to have to tell her from now on what he wanted, otherwise she wasn’t doing anything.

Damn damn damn….screamed her body as she relief would feel so good. When he kissed her, she kissed him back and the kiss lingered as did her emotions, teetering on the tip of euphoria.

 

[LassardLost]

Lassard continued his exploration of Mary. He let his tongue out along her neck, and spread his fingers, moving down her chest, over her breasts and down we belly, down to just above her pussy, stopping just short of her clitoris.

He whispered into her ear, with his fingers resting dangerously close to her. "You are beautiful."

He kissed her on her cheek, nibbled her ear lobe. He could see from her breathing, her subtle arching of her lower back, and her glistening pussy that she needed release. "I want to see you touching yourself."

Lassard leaned back slightly, and brought his cock out from under his pajamas, lying right next to her, but not touching her with his body or his cock. "I want to see you make yourself come."

He used his one free hand to gently play with her nipple as he watched her start to finger herself.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Mary felt relief in just the fact that he allowed her to touch herself, but she knew she better not cum, just in case that was something he had to tell her to do.

She reached down and rubbed the moist pink folds of her labia, spreading them wider and wider until the doctor could see the entrance to her sex. She then took her other hand and started rubbing one finger up and down her wet slit until she uncovered her clit. As soon as she brushed against it she moaned. She had to just keep brushing against it softly, otherwise she would cum.

Between him playing with her and her playing with herself her breathing grew raspy and her heartbeat racing.

“If I keep this up, I’m going to cum shortly.” she whispered to him.

She tried to keep up steady base, dipping her finger in her pussy and rubbing it with less attention to her clit.

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