Story: Time Dom

Nathan watched the bead of sweat slip from his neck, onto his chest and glide slowly toward his firm pecs. "Perfect," he thought as he watched in mirror. Just as the bead rolled over the top of his nipple, he swiped it away with his finger. He turned and looked to Charles. "Bout done?"

Charles wasn't the time to sit by and watch his sweat slide down his own nipples. He was hard at work pumping the iron into the air over his head. His shoulders ached, but it was the kind of ache they needed to keep him in optimal shape. He pushed the weights high into the air, glanced at Nathan and said, "Weights off." The weights disappeared into thin air. Just one of the many benefits of holographic technology and what it could do for the world.

"So, what are you thinking about doing," Nathan asked. He was putting on his slimming shirt while maintaing a constant view of himself in mirror.

Charles picked up a round disk and pushed the button. It flickered for a moment and then a picture of a young woman dressed in full armor appeared standing there on disk. She was wearing bright silver armor, a helmet and hold a sword. For a moment Nathan did not realize what period the dress was from, but then it occurred to him and he smiled. "Who is she," he asked?

"That my dear boy," Charles said as he flicked off the image. "Is one Joan or Arc, or at least it is her during her heyday."

"She was what...about eighteen when she died?" Nathan continued to dress.

"Nineteen, with long flowing red hair and rumor has it a cherry that's never been popped," he winked at Nathan. "At least not according to history."

Nathan sat down and shook his head. "You know the rules. You can't mess with anyone who might have an impact on history. If you go to this girl, you run the risk of being fined or even prison time."

Charles sat down and smiled. He moved closer as if to tell a big secret. "She was in chains in jail under the watch of guards. It's thought that she had schizophrenia or even some other mental illness. It's perfect. I slip in as a guard, use this little saint and slip out. I'll even give her something to make her a little more delusional for the execution."

"You know she was burned at the stake, right?"

"Sure," Charles shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me. I'm just looking to add a little more history to my life."

Nathan laughed out loud. "Add a little more history to your life? You mean like you did that Betty Page girl you visited in the past?"

Charles smiled as he remembered, "Yeah, she was a straight arrow model, but a little time in front of her master and in chains and she was ready to model it for the world."

Heading to the door, Nathan added, "Well, just be careful. Screw with the wrong submissive in the past at the wrong time and you'll end up someone's sub in our time." He winked, "They'd likely give you cock and ass to me just for punishment."

End Part I