Day Five

You wake up to find the room still dark. You realize that you are alone in the bed then smile when you remember that you spent the entire night wrapped in his arms and snuggled tight to him.  You start to stretch and then stop.  Your body reminds you quite intensely that it is still not happy with the treatment you received at the hands of TDS's friends.  You try again tentatively and manage to stretch a bit.  You ache all over.  As you roll over and your breasts shift, you groan slightly.  They are very sore, and the slightest movement causes you to wince.  You move your legs to the edge of the bed to sit up and your ass joins the chorus.  Even the fine soft material of the sheets is enough to cause you to raise yourself slightly with your hands to take the pressure away. You gingerly reach over and turn on the lamp on the bedside table.  In the dim light you look down at yourself and your eyes go wide.   Your breasts are now nearly all black or deep blue with bruises.  You carefully look at the side of your breast.  The burn from the cigar has developed a scab. 

You stand and move to the bathroom.  With the lights on, you stand back to the mirror and look over your shoulder.  Your ass and the backs of your thighs are striped with bruises and welts still visible from the belt.  You can see a few small scabs where the leather belt broke the skin.  Using a hand mirror, you look at the scab of the burn just above your clit.  You sigh deeply.  A voice comes from the doorway.

"Do you find your marks and bruises erotic?"

You look at him standing in the doorway holding two cups of coffee.

"I'm not sure about erotic.  They are certainly startling when you first see them."

"They will fade.  If you take care of the burns properly, they will barely leave a trace.  Don't pull the scabs off.  If necessary, we will cover them and treat them.”

"Yes Sir.  Do you like the way they look."

"Absolutely.  You should wear them like a badge of honor.  You did well last night and made me proud."

You find your face opening into a wide smile.  As you look at yourself again, the bruises and marks, you see them in a different light.

"Don't forget that you owe TDS another day and another night."

You look at him.

"Should we head back down the stairs."

"In a huge act of goodwill for him, he has decided to hold off to give you a chance to recuperate before he takes you back to the cavern."

"That is unusually good of him."

"Don't take too much for granted.  In reality, he doesn't like putting his marks on top of someone else’s marks.  He would rather give you a few weeks to heal so when he does whatever he has planned he can enjoy seeing his work."

"So, what now?"

"Well.  I can get your clothing back from downstairs and you can go if you want."

You look at him wondering if it is TDS or DKH talking.  You can already see you will need to be on your toes all the time when dealing with the combined personality.

"I have already made arrangements to be gone until tomorrow night.  I might as well stay, if that is alright with you."

You see him smile broadly.

"Of course.  I was, in fact, hoping you would make that decision."

"I guess I should have some clothes.  The staff might not appreciate me running around naked."

"The only staff here are the butler and the cook.  The rest of them are part time.  The groundskeeper might be here, but he rarely comes into the house.  If you want to run around naked, they won't bat an eye."

You look at him.

"What do you prefer?"

"I have some ideas.  Come with me."

He leads you out of the bedroom, down a corridor and into another bedroom.  He opens the closet, and you see what looks like a well-stocked fetish store.  There are all sorts of costumes, body wear, and other garments.  He looks around and then steps to a rack near the back. He pulls down a black dress and turns.

"I think this will suffice.  We will be having dinner tonight so we might as well make it an occasion."

He hands you the dress.  You look at it in surprise.  It doesn't appear to be all that risqué.  It is a bit dressy for lounging around the house.

"Isn't this a bit much for lazing around the house today. I can certainly put it on for dinner."

He thinks again.  This time he opens a drawer and rummages around before turning.

"I think a great way to relax today is at the pool.  You will need a swimsuit."

He hands you a small handful of material.

The material is a bright lime green and there doesn't seem to be much to it.  You hold it up and find the top is nothing but two pieces of string and two triangles of cloth that will barely cover your nipples.  The bottom is also mostly string with just enough material at the crotch to cover your pussy from the front.  You consider it and think that a swim and time around the pool might be nice.

"Great!  Let me get into this.  What about you."

"I will change at the pool."

You slip on the micro bikini and adjust the material.  The swimsuit covers virtually nothing, and you can see that most of the bruises, marks and welts are exposed.  You assume that is his intention.

"I’m ready."

He leads the way out of the bedroom and back toward the other side of the mansion.  You expect him to lead you outside to the pool, but at the end of a second corridor he opens a door into a huge indoor pool area. A glass ceiling and three glass walls let in as much sunlight as you could want.  The water in the pool is crystal clear and inviting.  You also see that there are other doors which presumably lead into bathrooms and dressing rooms.  A complete bar sits to one side and there are chairs, tables, and chaise lounges around the pool.   At the far end you can see a large hot tub. 

"This is awesome."

"If you want the outdoor experience, the roof panels open and I can open the double doors along the wall.  I prefer to keep the bugs and other pests outside so I can enjoy the pool."

"That's fine.  You better change.”

He walks off and disappears into one of the doors.  In a few minutes he returns dressed in a rather conservative traditional pair of swim trunks.  He is carrying some towels and two drinks.

"I thought we might start off with a little something to set the mood."

In the glasses you see an orange concoction with a hint of red swirled in the bottom.  A wedge of orange adorns the rim of the glass.  You take the glass he offers and sip through the cocktail straw in the drink.  Your eyes go wide, and you cough a little.

"That is strong.  What is it."

"It’s a Tequila Sunrise.  Orange Juice, grenadine, and tequila."

"It’s tasty.  I don't think I have ever had tequila."

"It is my liquor of choice.  Enjoy it.  Find a chair or a chaise and make yourself comfortable.  I am going to sit over by the bar.  There is a big screen TV in the cabinet next to it and I thought I would find a movie to watch."

"Good.  I'll join you."

You pull a chaise lounge around to face the screen next to his chair.  He has put a small table between the chairs and soon has the cabinet open and the huge TV running.  He uses the remote to browse through the movies.  Finally, he settles on a title and presses a button.  The screen changes and you see the opening titles of a movie. You see the title scroll across the screen as "The Secretary."

For the next hour and a half, you find yourself absorbed in the movie.  It is at times funny, sometimes romantic, and at other times very erotic.  Halfway through the movie, you realize that you have finished the drink.  You look at him.

"Can I have another of those drinks."

"Sure." 

He puts the movie on pause as goes to the bar.  In just a few seconds he mixes the drinks in fresh glasses and brings you yours.  He sits back down and starts the movie once more.  You turn your attention back to the screen as you sip on the drink.

When the movie ends, he sets his glass on the table and stands.

"Let's swim."

Without waiting, he turns and executes a running dive into the pool.  You follow quickly and soon discover the danger of making a racing dive wearing a micro bikini.  As you surface, you realize that the force of the water has stripped the small bikini top from your body.  You start to search and then realize it doesn't make much difference anyway. He treads water nearby.  You see him smiling.  He raises a hand from the water holding his swim trunks and tossed them to the side of the pool. You giggle, reach down and in a few seconds, the small piece of cloth that was the bottom of the bikini joins his trunks.

You swim leisurely with him for almost an hour.  At times he is playful, splashing and laughing.  Others, he seems pensive and distant.  Something occupies his mind it seems. He swims up close to you and turns you to face him.  He lifts your bruised breasts and examines them.  He then lifts you slightly so he can look at your ass. 

“I think I know what we need to do for a while.  I think it would do those bruises some good.  Come on."

He leads you to the steps out of the pool and then to the far end.  He pushes a button on the wall and the hot tub comes to life.  The water swirls and bubbles like a cauldron.  Steam rises from the water.

"In you go.  Take it slow.  The water is hot, and it is going to sting those wounds.  In the long run it will get your blood flowing and help reduce those bruises."

He holds your hand as you step into the water.  You do fine until you get deep enough that the first welts on the backs of your thighs go into the hot water.  The sting causes you to gasp and step back up.  You take a deep breath and step back into the water.  The stinging only gets worse as you get deeper.  When the water is above your waist, the pain seems to mitigate a bit.  Then you lower yourself further and your bruised breasts go under.  The only place that really hurts is the small circular burn on the side of your tit.  Finally, you manage to immerse yourself up to your chin and find a seat in the hot tub.  He follows you in and settles next to you.

He rests his hand on the top of your thigh and leans his head against the side of the hot tub. You follow his example and let the hot bubbly water swirl around.  In time the stinging stops, and you can feel the hot water working on your stiff and sore muscles. Suddenly, the water stops bubbling and swirling.  You look around to find him stepping out of the hot tub.

"That's long enough.  Besides.  It's almost time to get ready for dinner.  Let's go back upstairs."

You climb out of the hot tub and follow him to the bedroom.

I'm going to shower.  Want to join me?"

"Sure."

He goes into the bathroom, and you follow.  You watch as he starts the water in the shower.  He steps in and waits for you to join him.  You step into the hot water and turn, rinsing your hair.  Again, he moves in behind you and lathers your blonde hair and massages your scalp.  He also lathers the sponge and bathes you front and back.  He then hands you the sponge.

"Your turn."

You giggle but begin to bathe him. You try to be thorough. 

"You can use the body wash on my hair."

You nod and scrub his short hair and then hang the sponge and begin to massage his scalp, working your way down his neck and across his shoulders.  You each rinse thoroughly and step out of the shower.  He towels off and hangs his damp towel on the rack.

"Take your time.  I am going to get dressed. I will wait for you in the bedroom."

You move to the vanity and begin doing your hair.  Once you are satisfied with the result, you move to your makeup.  When you are finished, you go into the bedroom.  He is already dressed in a suit and tie.  He watches you as you enter the room.  You move to the closet and take the dress from the hanger and slip it on.  You come back into the room and stop in front of him.

"Is this suitable?"

"Very."

"I know TDS is particular about lingerie.  Do you want me to wear stockings?"

"Not tonight.  Just slip on your heels.  The black heels are in the closet."

You nod, go to the closet and slip on your heels.  You glance in the mirror.  You admit the dress is erotic and beautiful."

After dinner you sit drinking coffee. You finish your coffee.  He stands and pulls out your chair as you stand.  You again take his arm.  You have no idea where he is leading you, but you follow, happy and content.

He leads you back to the bedroom.  Once inside, he closes the door.

"How do you feel?"

"Full, happy.  Content."

"Not tired?"

"A little, but not too bad."

We can watch TV, go to bed, or just about anything else you want to do."

"Can we just talk?"

"Sure."

He sets in one of the easy chairs and motions for you to take the other.  You sit and look at him.

"What do you want to talk about?"

You take a deep breath.

"I want to ask questions more than anything else, if you are willing?"

"Ask."

You take a moment to compose your thoughts into a coherent question.

"Can you explain how you move back and forth from DKH to TDS and vice versa."

"I don't move actually.  All of those personality traits are there all the time.  I have learned to sequester certain parts of my personality in order to fit better into normal society."

"Which personality do you prefer?"

He chuckles.

"They both have their places.  In my perfect idea of a world, I would be TDS all the time."

"I think I would miss DKH."

"I don't know that you would.  TDS can exhibit all the personality traits of DKH.  He can be as kind and gentle as anyone you can imagine.  He can also be cruel, demanding, and a total asshole.  It is the asshole part that I have to keep in check more than anything."

"How do you mean?"

"TDS doesn't tolerate idiots.  That is the phrase he uses. Most "normal" vanilla people he finds almost unbearable.  The trouble is he doesn't hesitate to tell them exactly how he feels about them, what he thinks of them, and what he believes they should do with themselves.  Those suggestions almost all require some ultimately impossible and deviant physical actions."

You laugh. 

"I am not sure that is a bad thing."

"It is when you are trying to fit into a society where that kind of behavior is considered unsociable and rude."

"He doesn't care about what most people think about him, does he?"

"He would tell you that it’s not that he doesn't care.  He just doesn't think that they matter.  He is the one who doesn't care what they think about him.  He is as close to a free spirit as you can actually be."

If he were here now, how do you think he would react?"

"How do you know he isn't here?"

That causes you to stop and think.  He has a point.  It may be nearly impossible to tell who is actually here, TDS or DKH, or, maybe, even both.

"Would TDS have showered with me and washed my hair.  That seems sort of out of character for a sadist."

"Why is it out of character.  Just because he sets you up for a gangbang that he participates in and then a few hours later treats you with kindness and care isn't out of character."

You hadn't considered that, but you could see the reality.  In truth, you begin to understand that there aren't really two personalities.  The situation is more about control. 

"I think I have a pretty good idea of what TDS wants from me.  What is it that you want?"

He stops to think.  His eyes seem to bore into you his gaze becomes so intense.

"I want it all.  I am TDS, just as I am DKH.  I want everything he wants.  He wants everything I want.  I want companionship, love, understanding, a friend, a partner, a lover, and a confidant.  He wants total control.  He wants to own you and for you to give yourself to him completely, without limits or hesitation.  I want that as well."

You take all of that in.  In a sense, you have already made that commitment.  You agreed to go into the cavern without any limitations, a safe word, or a way out. Looking at it critically, you find that not only did you do it willingly, but you also now want to experience it again.  No.  Wait.  You don't want to just experience it.  You want to live it full time.  Your eyes open wide as you come to that realization, and you look at him.  He is smiling knowingly.

"I think you have answered your own question that you wanted so much to ask.  Now you know what you want.  The only thing you are unsure of is how to get it."