It's almost noon when Builder drops me off at the Phi-Delt house. DeeDee, Ysabeau, and Annell, are all in the drawing room as I enter through the foyer. It's by no means unusual for a somewhat disheveled Phi-Delta sister to return late on a Saturday morning after Friday social, but I know they're checking on me to make sure all is well -- that no harm has come to me and that my Raphael terrors are under control.
After what (for me) has been a long abstinence, I'm aglow with healthy doses of vitamin-F. I flash them a grin to reassure them as I take the elevator up to my room -- a hot shower and some grooming in my immediate future.
Builder was so sweet. After a wonderful morning awakening together in bed, he had brunch delivered to our cabin with impeccable taste and timing. He's obviously going to be a marvelous civil engineer -- so well organized.
On the drive back, he asked me out to dinner. I was expecting something of the sort and I demurred with a politely plausible excuse, one meant to convey that while I liked him, I wasn't looking for a romantic relationship.
Which I'm not. My first goal is school, then career -- with healthy doses of vitamin-F along the way. After that, well, we'll see.
He picked up on the nuance immediately -- some males are so dense, but not he. He did look a bit disappointed but he perked right up when I added, "Perhaps we'll see each other at the next Phi-Delt social."
"Yeah, I'd like that," he responded with a grin.
And why wouldn't he? What young, healthy hetro-male doesn't welcome great sex with a hot young woman and no entanglements?
Truth be told, though, as athletic and enjoyable as Builder was -- and I hope will continue to be in my future -- nothing has really changed for me. What turns me on the most is being dominated and possessed by a more mature, more powerful, more-alpha male type than Builder.
Like Nathaniel, I realize with a sigh. Or my imaginary proto-beast man from the Nyx dream. But definitely NOT Raphael!
Still, Raphael taught me a lesson that I take into account -- at least to a degree.
* * *
On Monday, I join Annell and Audra at their off-campus
Krav Maga
class. They're both now yellow-belts. As time allows, we practice together in our little basement gym. But I'm not athletic like they are and it'll be years -- if ever -- before I can be confidant of holding my own against a serious attacker. So it looks like safety for me is going to primarily rest on
care
and
aware
.
Given my kink, I need to develop a small stable of regular partners who I can trust. Fortunately, Phi-Delta -- with Cassie and the security guys on guard during events -- provide a safe venue for doing just that. Though, of course, I'll also be going out on dates at times.
To that end, I encourage Hero to ask me out. We have a good time and again he spends the night in my bed. Yet it's clear that domination of a consenting submissive is not his cup of tea. You'd think an ex-Marine with two combat tours in Afghanistan would be just the ticket, but no, he's seeking tender, sharing, life-long love. (Sigh, my loss.)
Silver Fox attends the mid-month salon and we waltz and enjoy each other immensely. But he misses more salons than he attends.
Builder is at the last social of October and we again share the night at Breedloe's. He's sweet and very enjoyable. Sadly, though he doesn't yet realize it, I can tell he's really seeking a serious relationship with a girlfriend and possible future wife -- who I have no interest in becoming. (Sigh, again.)
Between salon and the social, we again 'receive' Nathaniel and Ariel. This time I'm at the peak of my fertility cycle and knowing that Raphael is banned I present myself in the lounge with a legitimate green bindi dot on my forehead.
Neither of them select me. Damn!
By now I realize that dhamps are dhamps and Nat is Nat. Resenting his emotional indifference to me is like resenting a cold rain. If he decides to take me I won't be able to resist him even if I wanted to. And I must confess that the thought of being ravished by him again turns me on.
For me and my kink, Nat's a wonderful partner, powerful and dominating. Emotionally detached, yes; but not cruel or brutal like Raphael. Never again, though, will I allow myself to be emotionally attracted to him.
* * *
Phi-Delta's very private, annual '
Trick or Treat
' masked ball is never actually held on Halloween -- way too much social competition ranging from frat beer bashes to faculty parties and events for their children. So this year it's scheduled for the three days later on a Tuesday evening in November.
Three sisters decide not to participate for one reason or another, so Revels narrows the invitation list down to 14 guests, none of whom have been blackballed by any of us as undesirable, unwelcome, or unendurable.
Moneybags receives and deposits their tax-deductible donations and their invitations are confirmed with color coded velcro bracelets.
Professional decorators turn our second floor rec room into a Great Gatsby-themed speakeasy, complete with crystals and feathers. The sound system's playlist is set to Big Band swing and period jazz. There's even a 'secret' entrance through the garage where invitees show their bracelet as token of admission and are checked off the guest list by one of the security guys.
Anais welcomes them as they step out of the elevator. They're all wearing appropriate costumes -- Joe College with bow ties and boater hats, period suits (both Wall Street with pocket squares and gangster with colorful vests). Their masks, though, are symbolic rather than actual identity barriers. I recognize a couple of profs and a dean from salon night.
We sisters have wider latitude in choosing our costumes and our masks are more a form of adornment than concealment, though we too adhere to a general -- sensual -- theme.
Among us are a lusty pirate wench, a svelte cabaret singer, two courtesans (one Parisian the other Athenian), and a couple of befeathered, beseqinned, and bepearled flappers with long cigarette holders (pot, of course, never tobacco).
Innocencia's a Carmenesque gypsy dancer, Sierra's a stunning Princess Leia, Aiko rocks the emperor's concubine, and Chandra's Red Ridinghood is a delectable morsel for a wolf on the prowl.
