Chapter 3

So tell me, what else do you have in mind where I – your Mistress and Goddess – should make concessions to a "lowly slave"?"

I took a deep breath and began. "Darling, we need to spend some of the time we are together on MY "playground" – the lake house.

She started to...

"Please wait, let me finish, OK?"

She nodded and I went on.

"You haven't been there for a very long time. It is no longer the cabin in the woods. It's a real home. That is why I said that its value is about equal to our house. I spent a lot of money up there when I was working for your father, rather than the slave to you and whose pay you confiscated".

She started to make and angry face.

"Hold on babe, just messing a bit with you. I know I gave it to you voluntarily and you gave it all back to me. That was a really sweet surprise. Anyway back to the house. It has three bedrooms and baths, full kitchen and a dining living area. There is an inside and outside Jacuzzi. It's fully air conditioned and heated. I think, I know there is an area in the basement that could easily be converted into a "play room" not as elaborate as we have at home but..."

"I think you will really like it there. It is so beautiful and the sun rises and sets are just spectacular. Remember those love notes that I keep leaving you every so often? Did you realize that I always gave them to you after spending time up there. The beauty of the area inspired me. I was trying to tell you something, that I missed you and wanted to share with you."

"I have a proposal for you, remember everything now is negotiable, and negotiate we will. Right now this is not a "dictatorship" but a partnership we want to nurture and grow. So tell me, to how many charity events to you drag me in the cause of a year, eight, ten, more? I think eight is a good number on average. I think this year and it's only the end of July we are already at six. So for the time being let's leave it at eight. So my idea is that for every time to you drag me to one of those, you owe me a weekend at the lake. I think that is very fair."

"But I don't know any one up there."

"Not my fault and not true"

"What do you mean not true"

"Well for one, Alice and Clarence Cooper..."

"Coopers from the BDSM club?"

"The very same, they have a lovely place across the lake from us and with my telescope we probably could watch...

She punched me "Perv"

"Yes, actually Alice was asking about you on Saturday after the race. When she saw me she thought you were around too and that maybe would could "play" at their place that night. I was honest and told her that we hit a rough spot and I was there alone. She got a bit upset, thinking that maybe you had gone too far with some physical stuff and was ready call you to read you the riot act. I calmed her down told her we were working on a solution and would see them soon."

"Is that why they are never at the club on Fridays or weekends during the summer? I've wondered about that since they don't miss much there any other time."

"Yes it is. I have a feeling that they have some other play partners up there, people that live there year around. So it could really be fun to get involved with new couples" Also all the "vanilla" folks in the yacht club are all very nice. I am serious about wanting to spend more time up at the lake but I want to spend it with you. That's why it is now on the table."

Monique took a sip from her coffee and sort of stared into space, not saying anything. I decided to wait her out and see what was on her mind.

She turned, looked at me... "When will this start?"

"Tomorrow. I'm going to try to get out of the office by noon. Please have Carmen make a sandwich for me to eat on the way up. I'll pick you up before one and we head straight up to the lake to spend the weekend. I'll be in the "driver's seat" and all activities will be based on what I want, like going out and race and you will join us for the social hour after the race. It's next to our place and we can just walk over after I've secured the boat."

Are you telling me that I, your Mistress should all weekend long follow you around like a puppy dog, "sit and stay" as you command?"

"Not at all darling, I want you to have fun, get to know my friends. I just want you to join me with an open mind, that is all. When we are alone, I have no objection to you taking control."

"This is very important to me. If you approach this weekend with reluctance and resentment because it's one of my demands, I see a very dim future for us. I love you with all my heart but I need to get back some of my, I don't know - self respect, self esteem just don't seem to be the right words but I think you get the idea. Ever since I became your self-proclaimed "slave", I've been dancing to your tune. Don't get me wrong. I loved every minute, well most of them but this incident last week triggered something that I can't quite explain. The only way I see for getting over that will be that you will join me in some of the things that make me "ME" beyond what our lives have been up to now. I need a partner that is willing to share some of my passions."

"I know you've tried golf and I appreciate that effort you put into that but I also accept that it is just not you. The same way, I don't expect you to crew for me when I race the boat but I want you to be there to watch and cheer for me.

Now a moonlight sail on a balmy summer evening, a bottle of wine, other couples doing the same thing while Tony, our current commodore, is singing Italian love songs, that is a whole other story. I don't think that is too much to ask. Eight weekend at the lake with me between Memorial Day and Columbus Day.

There was that pensive look again in her eyes. What was going on in her head. I could almost hear the gears turning.

Suddenly Monique was on my lap trying her very best to suck my tonsils out – a lost cause because there were gone but I have to give her an "A" for effort.

"OK, I'll give it a try this weekend. I want to "table our discussion" until after the weekend. At that time I may or may not accede to your demands or have some counter proposals since you did say this was negotiable"

"Now let's go home, I want to fuck your brains out"

"Not going to happen...

"WHAT?"

"Easy darling, I have no problem with the fucking part. But not at home, here. I'm not going to sleep there until we replaced the couch slime ball was fucking you on. Maybe even have the place "fumigated".

"You're being silly." Throw out the couch set?

"Yes I need to have anything that could remind me, removed from the house and you will have your work cut out this weekend convincing me how sorry you are and how much you love me. My fragile ego needs lots and lots of reassurances."

With a sly grin "Maybe even one of those blow jobs like you gave the last time you banished me to the basement for almost two weeks"

She slapped my face again – not as hard as earlier in the evening. "Don't push your luck buster. Show ME how much you want to be MY slave again this weekend and maybe..."

"Enough of this. Time to get naked. Undress your GODDESS."

"Yes GODDESS" and that started a night of unbridled passion. I don't think I've ever seen Monique so turned on. We alternated between softly making love and some pretty rough "play" and the couple of flashbacks of Harry's hairy ass did little to diminish my enjoyment and passion.

It was probably was around 4:30 or so before we drifted off to sleep only to be rudely awakened by the alarm at 7 AM. A quick shower for me and getting dressed.

Monique tried to con me back into bed when I kissed her goodbye but I stayed hard – more ways than one – and managed to escape while reminding her "I'll pick you up from home around 1 PM. Please don't forget my sandwich".

I hoped that my trusted PA would have coffee and a doughnut for me when I got to my desk as I made my way across the street to the office virtually crawling on my nipples. That is how worn out I was after all the hours of incredible sex and play.

I busted my butt and managed to get out of the office by 12:30 in a very chipper mood. For one I was heading home to get Monique for a weekend at the lake and the other reason, Greg had discovered something that made "hairy ass Harry" very vulnerable but that could wait till next week.

The forecast for the weekend was great and sailing should be good both days. I was looking forward to the look on Monique's face when she saw how the humble cabin had morphed into a respectable year-around home. I for one could see spending my retirement there with maybe a condo in the city for those days when we wanted the theater, a concert or one of those charity functions that I was sure would not go away.

On the way home, I stopped at a seafood store to pick up our dinner for the evening. A couple dozen clams and some good sized lobster tails all to be cooked on the grill. I throw the clams on the grill and when they pop open baste them with a butter and garlic mixture. Yummy. The same mixture also goes on the lobster tails after I crack them open when done. A small salad and baked potato complete a perfect summer meal when it's accompanied by a nice bottle of Riesling.

The drive up to the lake was pretty uneventful and we did not do a lot of talking. I think both of us were still trying to deal with the events of the last couple of weeks as well as what had transpired last night.

I chuckled as we turned into the driveway of my place – next week to be ours – when I looked at Monique's face.

"WHAT?" Where is the house?"

"You are looking at it."

"You are crazy, you promised me a house and all I see is a garage, a chimney and some vent pipes?"

"You'll see". I opened the garage door to drive in. We got out of the car, closed the garage door and led Monique to a door where I had a blindfold ready for her.

"Here put this on"

"I will NOT"

"Please, please trust me."

"Oh, OK". Let's get this over with in a hurry before you take me home again."

I put the blindfold on her and led her through the door down a few steps into the kitchen, dining and living space. See my house is an "earth house" sort of diamond shaped like on a playing card with mostly glass walls facing southeast from the kitchen and dining area. The living space occupied most of the top of the diamond facing south and a bit southwest. The master bedroom was facing mostly west. The only drawback with this most energy efficient construction is that the guest bed rooms had no windows, just sky lights.

I placed Monique into the middle of all this and removed her blindfold.

"WOW" was all she could utter as she took in the view of the lake where a couple of sailboats were scooting along as well as her surroundings.

"This is beautiful, how did you ever?"

"There used to live an architect here at the lake. He was retired and up in years. I met him when I was here one weekend way back when during a social at the club. We were talking and I mentioned that I was going to tear down the old cabin and build something new. He offered to come and look at the land and to give me some suggestions. I gratefully accepted and the next day he showed up with a sketch pad. We walked around the property and when he looked at the hill side from the water "that is a perfect hill for an earth house".

"I said "What do you mean?" and rather than telling me he sat down on the dock and started sketching. That sketch pretty much showed what you will see when you look at the house from the water."

"He practically begged me to let him design the house and once I understood what he had in mind I told him to go for it. Construction was pretty expensive but since we are young a lot of that money will come back in energy savings over the years."

"This is a most energy efficient structure. Our utility bill with either a/c or heating should never be more than 500 bucks a year at the current rates. See the northwestern and north sides are buried in the hill. There is 18 inches of sand, dirt and grass on the roof. We use ground water as a starting point for either heating or cooling. It has a temp around 56 degrees and that will never vary no matter if it is a 100 in the shade or minus 10 outside."

"That 's fine but boring. Show me where you will build me my play space"

So we headed down to the basement.

"Hmm, I like this, bare block walls rather like a "prison". What are those pipes in the corner?"

"Those are for hooking up a toilet and sink. When we laid this out I was thinking that one day I would have my trains down here and I don't want to run upstairs every time, you know..."

A little irritated Monique mumbles "those damn trains again. I thought we laid that to rest."

Brightening up a bit she asked "could we add a shower and maybe even a second bathroom?"

I looked puzzled.

"You know I like the "prison concept". So a shower would be OK in addition to the sink. But I think a tin fixture in the corner for peeing and a whole that you would have to squat over would be perfect – you know like we saw in China on that last trip when you took me sightseeing. That "public rest room" by the temple with the only separation between men and Ladies a flimsy wall that you but not most Chinese could see over. I think that would be much more appropriate for a "slave quarter" don't you think love?"

"So why the second bathroom?"

"Oh, silly boy your GODDESS needs a proper toilet besides, if you ever do get that train room, you would not want to expose your guests to that slave cell, would you now".

With that Monique looked around and found some 2 x 4 lumber laying around.

"Help me with these – put one here, another one there and there."