The
Legend of Tara
© Mom
Sometimes life is stranger than fiction
The month came and went; if it ever occurred to either of us to debate the
continuance of our relationship we never discussed it.
I learned over time that most of D/s is mutual love and respect. I did
not have to submit, but the fact that I did made me happy, and for the first
time in my life I felt secure. Not just about my relationship with Chris,
but about myself and what I wanted. I also had noticed that I seemed to care
more about what Chris would think about things I did than my husband. It wasn't
the fact that one spanked and the other didn't either, because my husband
was no stranger to this practice if pushed far enough. Just one took an actual
interest in what I did and the other, sadly did not. I could go on to talk
about the intricate details of what and how I learned different things, but
this is a story not a manual. Besides, I hate long explanations in books
and oh yeah! I am writing this one. So I will proceed with the story.
In running the club we did various things for funding our various projects
we took on. One of which was to have a Halloween Ball to pay for the Thanksgiving
baskets we gave out to some people that were shut in, and to put on a grand
Thanksgiving Feast for the people who were alone for the holiday.
This particular year we had hired a Karaoke company and charged five dollars
a head for entry. Sounds easy enough, right?
Forty five minutes before the party was about to start the electricity
got turned off in the place that we had rented. Everyone was in a state of
panic, as I was trying to sort it all out I ran into Norie. She just looked
at me and said, "We are going to have to move it".
"Yeah", I said looking at her like she lost her mind. "But where in the
HELL are we going to fit 190 people?"
We sat there mulling over varies halls we could possibly rent on short
notice, when inspiration hit me; my house! After all we had a huge three
bedroom, that we didn't even have enough furniture to use the whole thing.
I presented Norie my idea and we set off to work out the plan. In forty
five minutes we actually moved the karaoke, decoration, reset them up, and
set up a command post at the original site and on the CB to move the people.
I will live to be a hundred and never figure out how we did it, but we did!
The night was a success lots of costumes, even my friend Nancy and her
husband showed up in their S&M garb. No one really thought anything of
it, after all it was Halloween. Then Taynia showed up. What am I describing
here is a five foot 10 inch big boobed beautiful blonde, dressed in a black
negligee and six inch heels. Sounds exciting eh? I am sure it would have
been! If she wasn't pissed off drunk and wielding a nine foot bullwhip!
For those reading this thinking, no biggie it's just a drunk with a bullwhip?
Tanya does phone sex for a living and for extra money hires herself out as
a Dominatrix. So much for it being a harmless drunk eh?
First time she let the whip fly it whistled through the air making a loud
CRACK when she snapped it. Second time she reared back she had noticed the
object of her anger standing at the microphone singing.
He spotted her but it was too late she had already swung the thing again,
it was clear she wasn't playing since she split his mouth open with it. I
had seen her practice with the whip a million times, so the miss was no accident
as far as I was concerned. She intended to hurt him.
Knowing the story of Carl and Tanya, I can't say I really blamed her but
I couldn't let it happen in my house nor during a club function. So I approached
her asking her to hand me the whip.
She back handed me so hard it made my head snap back and she growled, "Get
away from me you little slut!"
I looked across the room at Chris who was trying to make his way through
the crowd. He nodded, I stepped back over toward her and did what I had seen
her do so many times as Mistress Katrina; I reached up grabbed a handful of
hair right at the base of her skull (the fine ones that hurt like hell), jerk
her face down toward mine and said in a tone I had heard her use so many
times, "Give me the fucking whip bitch!"
She looked at me for a minute like she was in shock, but she handed the
whip to me. She left after that and everyone went back to having a good time.
I got Carl some ice for his mouth and myself some for my eye.
I heard rumors that Chris had went to see Mistress Katrina a few days later,
but neither one would validate them. But my guess would be he had; because
after that every time she spoke to him she called him Sir, and if anyone spoke
of him around her she would shudder.