Chapter 6: High and Low II

Christine disappeared in back, returning with a young woman in a stunning red cocktail dress. She did indeed resemble Julie; they were the same height and had a similar figure, even down to the bust size. She even had the same hair and eye color as Julie. They could almost be sisters. Topping it off, she wore a silver choker around her neck, though it didn’t in the least resemble a slave collar.

“This is Marnie,” Christine said. “And this is a Herve Leger bandage knit dress with grommet trim.”

Marnie exhibited the dress, walking to and away from them in the usual manner of fashion models.

“Very nice,” said Blaine.

Marnie left to try on another dress. She modeled twelve dresses in all, every one by a prominent designer. Blaine selected six for purchase, each in a different color. Though differing somewhat in style they were all close-fitting, sleeveless and ending a few inches above the knee. Evidently Christine was familiar with his tastes. As for Julie’s tastes, she was not consulted at all.

Next Christine brought out several pairs of shoes and stockings, all designed to match a particular dress. Blaine showed no interest in the shoes and was content to accept Christine’s recommendations. Now it was Julie’s turn to try on the outfits. Inside the fitting room she put on the Herve Leger dress and the matching stocking and shoes. She looked at herself in the mirror. Julie knew she was a good-looking woman, she didn’t suffer from false modesty in that respect, but the sight of herself in this gorgeous dress dazzled her. Why I could be a movie star, she thought.

She left the fitting room and proudly posed for Blaine and Christine.

“It fits perfectly,” said Christine.

“Yes, it’s excellent,” Blaine said. “I know I can always count on you, Christine.”

Julie went back to try on the other dresses, all of which met with similar approval. Her nervousness had passed and she felt happy, basking in her audience’s appreciation. Blaine told Christine to charge everything to his account. Then he took Julie to the perfume department. Here he let her make her own choices, helped out by another attractive young saleswoman. Finally he took her to the jewelry department where he bought her a new Cartier watch, plus a jeweled pendant she could attach to the ring on the front of her collar. This in particular made her happy. She wondered how much he had spent on her today. It must be in the thousands of dollars. It must also mean he planned to take her somewhere, perhaps to a party. That was why she was so happy about the pendant, which made her collar less resemble what she knew it was.

The opportunity to wear one of her new outfits came a few days later. He had told her the night before that he was going to take her out to dinner in a fine restaurant. The food would be abundant as well as delicious and he advised her to eat sparingly if at all during the day. Taking his advice she had a light breakfast of soft-boiled eggs and toast and nothing else. He sent a limousine to take her from the house to the restaurant. By the time she arrived she was quite famished. The driver phoned Blaine ten minutes in advance of their arrival. He let her out in front of the restaurant and she waited for Blaine. He arrived a minute later.

The restaurant was one of the most famous in the city if not in the world though she didn’t know it at the time. Expensive gourmet restaurants were quite outside her experience. The place was packed with well-dressed men and women, many waiting to be seated. Blaine, with her in tow, made his way through the crowd to the headwaiter. On seeing him that functionary’s face lit up. “Ah, Mr. Blaine,” he said. “Party of two?” “Yes.” “I have an excellent table for you. Follow me, please.” Behind her Julie heard a women groaning “We’ve been waiting a half an hour!”

After seating them in a table in the center of the room the headwaiter left. Almost immediately a waiter came to take their order. “We have a new chef here tonight, Mr. Blaine,” he said. “Could I suggest we make a menu for you?”

“We’re in your hands,” Blaine graciously replied.

“Very good. I’ll send the sommelier.”

That gentleman, whom Julie would have simply called another waiter, brought the wine list. He was a small, bouncy sort of man and clearly an enthusiast for his profession. The two men began a lengthy discussion of the various vintages, first of white and then of red wine, one or the other being appropriate for the various courses. She was reminded of what Alex had said about Blaine being a wine connoisseur. This whole procedure of ordering wine took an amazingly long time, twenty-five minutes according to her new watch, more than half of which was consumed by tasting the wines. She wondered if Blaine did this all the time or if he was going out of his way to impress her. But why would he need to impress her, his borrowed slave whom he fucked in the ass every night?

All the while she had been growing hungrier. But the wait proved worth it for the food, all five courses of it, plus dessert, was delicious though almost too rich for her untutored tastes. The wine too was delicious. But the biggest treat of the evening wasn’t the food. It was that Blaine was actually talking to her, talking to her face to face, rather than face to ass. And the face she saw across the table was a strikingly handsome one. Remarkably she had only seen glimpses of it before. Half the time she spent with him was on the bench, kneeling in the wrong direction, and at other times she was supposed to bow her head in his presence. Even riding in the car on the way to the department store she hardly dared to look at him. But sitting across from him she could not help seeing his face. She began to look up more and more as he talked and he didn’t rebuke her.

The conversation, to be sure, was somewhat one-sided. After the sommelier left he asked her if she had ever been to Europe. It was the first time he had ever shown an interest in anything about herself not connected with sex. She answered by telling him how after graduating college she had spent a summer hitchhiking around Europe, visiting Spain and France and Italy and Germany and Switzerland. But his question turned out to be merely an opening gambit leading to a discussion of his own travels. He told her he had to go to Europe frequently on business but whenever he could tried to combine business with pleasure by seeing the various sites, especially the art which was a passion with him.

Here Julie ventured to remark on the beautiful paintings in his home. “Yes, I have some nice pieces,” he said. “I wish I had more. Some day I’ll buy a bigger house out in the country, surrounded by walls and my own security force. Then I can buy some really valuable works. I’ve always wanted to own a Van Gogh. But I could hardly keep a Van Gogh in my little suburban house.”

“Little!” she said. “It’s the biggest house I’ve ever been in.”

“Actually, what I’d really like is to buy a castle in Scotland. My ancestors came from there although they didn’t own any castles, I can tell you that. But that would be a great place to put an art collection.”

“I guess you really do love art.”

“You know, when I entered college I intended to major in art history. That’s right, don’t laugh.” As if she would have dared to laugh at him! But she was smiling. “I thought I might become a curator in a museum. But I had a talent for mathematics, maybe even a genius for it, if you can believe one of my professors. I decided to major in math then later switched to finance. It occurred to me that rather than curating a collection I might someday buy my own. I went on to get my MBA then got a job as a trader in a large bank. Eventually I left and set up my own fund. The rest, as they say, is history.”

Julie had no great interest in either art of finance; nonetheless she was thrilled by these confidences. He no longer seemed like such a forbidding figure. Perhaps in time they might develop a real relationship. Her stay in his home might be temporary but if the man was going to spank her and fuck her she would like to be able to feel some connection with him. It might even make those sessions on the bench, if he planned to continue them for the next four months, less humiliating.

What with all the courses they were at the table for two and a half hours. She had never experienced such a lengthy and sumptuous dinner. By now it was late and Blaine called a taxi to take them home. As they exited the cab, Blaine told her to go around back to her room, undress and meet him in ten minutes in his bedroom.

This was something new. She entered his bedroom every day to change the sheets and make the bed and less frequently to vacuum and dust, but he had never invited her there for more intimate purposes. When she arrived, naked and still smelling of perfume, she found him sitting in a chair in his dressing gown. He immediately got up, sat down on the side of the bed and told her to climb over his lap. She felt a surge of arousal. This would be the first over-the-knee spanking he had given her, except for that one time at Alex’s. It turned out to be one of the best spankings she ever had. He began slower than usual, a soft and sensual spanking, only slowly and by imperceptible degrees increasing the intensity until he was spanking her almost harder than she had ever been spanked before by a man’s hand. He stopped periodically to rub her cheeks and to finger her ass and her pussy. It was actually the first time he had ever touched her there. She hoped his cock would soon follow.

After the spanking he told her to climb on the bed and assume the Submission Position, only not to rest on her forearms but to put her head on the bed and clasp her arms behind her neck. He came to call this Submission Position Number Two, or simply Number Two. Eventually it became Position “2a” for there was another variation “2b” where she had to put her hands behind her knees. In this position “2a” he spanked her for a while with his belt. After that he began lubricating her ass as he usually did. She was disappointed for she really thought that this time he would penetrate the organ he had just spent so much time playing with. Still, by the time he entered her ass she was so excited she almost enjoyed it.

He took her out several more times over the next few weeks. Most evenings began with dinner in a fine restaurant. In each one he was known and treated like royalty. Frequently people he knew would come by the table, mostly men but some women too. Some appeared to be business associates, others merely social acquaintances. One bejeweled woman thanked him for his contribution at a charity fundraiser. There were even a few celebrities, including a well-known television newsman and a famous actor. It was a heady experience for Julie, meeting such people and in such glamorous surroundings. Blaine, of course, had to introduce her, describing her as his “associate.” She would have been at a loss to describe just what she did as his associate had anyone asked but fortunately no one did.

The men to whom she was introduced invariably described themselves as “charmed.” That was not the least of the pleasures that these evenings afforded her for she had always coveted the admiration of the male sex, ever since she was old enough to grow breasts. It was a long time since she had a chance to look really glamorous or even sexy. As a teenager she loved to dress provocatively, one of the chief sources of tension with her mother. That continued into her college years. But after meeting Alex she lost most of her interest in clothes. He didn’t really care how she dressed; he much preferred seeing her naked. Nor did he like to see other men ogle her, as he had a jealous streak. He also controlled the purse strings and didn’t want her to spend more on clothes than was necessary. But now she could wear beautiful dresses of a kind she had never dreamed she could own. (Although she wasn’t sure she actually owned these. Would she be allowed to keep them when she left?) There was a full length mirror inside of the door to her closet and after dressing she would stand there for several minutes admiring herself while she waited for the limousine driver to honk.

Also nobody seemed to take any special notice of her collar which she still liked to cover with a kerchief when she went out on her own. So perhaps Blaine was right about this after all.

Blaine also took her out to other places, such as the theater and to nightclubs. She felt like she was living the high life. But once she got home the glamor ended, like Cinderella returning from her ball. The dress and the shoes and the jewelry would come off and she was once again the naked slave, lying over his lap or kneeling on the bed in one of his Submission Positions, waiting for him to penetrate her ass. She suspected he enjoyed the contrast. He could raise her up and he could pull her down again. He could exalt her and he could degrade her. Both equally demonstrated his power.

And in between these outings the sessions on the bench continued. But she no longer minded them. She had established a connection with him now. Kneeling on the bench in the Submission Position no longer seemed humiliating. It just made her feel very, very submissive.

But whether on the bench in his office or in his bedroom, the evenings always ended the same way, with anal sex. One such evening, while he was lubricating her ass, having by then sufficiently warmed to him, and feeling sufficiently courageous, she asked him why he never fucked her in her pussy.

“You mean in your cunt?” he asked.

“Yes, Master, in my cunt.” He evidently preferred the cruder word.

“I will. Sometime. I have my own timetable for these things.”

“Do you prefer it this way, Master?”

“No, Julie, I don’t prefer it this way. Now stop asking questions.”

She had a million questions but they would have to wait. She had resigned herself to waiting. But at least now there was hope.