Emotionally drained, he walks up the stairs to his office. Putting the baby monitor down on the desk, he takes a seat at his computer. His computer screen comes alive with a shake of the mouse. Over the baby monitor, he hears her cry. As he logs into his computer, the screen fills with a picture from their trip to Mexico. It is of her on the beach at Balandra. The irony is not lost on him.
Opening his email, he begins reading the email they have shared over the past two years. They had met online. She was smart, educated, well-spoken, well traveled, and beautiful, very much a princess. She had been in several D/s liaison in the past and she desired it again, only different. More complete: committed, romantic, sexual, friendship, and trust. A relationship. It is difficult for her to admit, even to herself, that she wanted to be dominated.
There was a dark side to her, which she revealed to him. There were things in her past, which had left her believing she was worthless. This was not the first time he has come across a woman with this belief. Revealing this to him was not easy. Others had judged and made assumptions based on her past.
Moving to her computer, he logs in and opens her user folder. It had been easy for him to find her emails and IMs. He knows she is smarter then this and assumed that on some level she wanted him to catch her.
There were anonymous email exchanges between her and various men. However, she had sent graphic pictures to some of the men, pictures of her bound and gagged. At least she had obscured her face in the images. He leaves her computer with her email and IM up and running.
This was a clear violation of their relationship. Honesty and trust was paramount between them. At least he believed so. He told her from the beginning he reserved the right to read her email. Several times over the last month, he walked in on her chatting with someone and acting a bit guilty. She had claimed it was someone from one of her classes.
He has managed to cull 32 or so email and screen names of men she has interacted with over the last couple of months.
This sense of worthlessness had left her acting out and looking for men that would repeat the negative patterns of her past. With him, he hoped that she could experience someone that would support her, protect her, control her, give her structure and focus and show her that she had value as a person and as a woman. In return, all he required from her was honesty, she must go to therapy, and she has to work towards her degree.
Turning up the baby monitor, he hears nothing. She has fallen asleep.
With the discovery of her deceit, he realizes that she must be truly punished. Getting up from the chair, he grabs the baby monitor and he returns to the basement. He retrieves the items that he will use to punish her: a black leather belt, a blindfold, a pair ankle restraints, a spreader-bar, a bottle of lube, and a cane. He could spank and flog her all night and she would enjoy it. However, the cane she truly feared.
He takes the items and heads back up stairs. Securing the spreader-bar to the back legs of the chair, he attaches the ankle restraints to the bar ends. He lays the cane out on the desk adjacent to her computer.
Returning to the basement, he turns off the lights, opens the door and enters the bathroom where she sleeps. Shutting the door behind him, he takes a seat next to her on the floor.
"Princess. Wake up."
She starts to move a bit.
In a louder voice," Come on. Wake up. We need to talk."
The sound of chains fills the bathroom as she struggles awake. Moving across the tile floor, he grabs her by the hair. "Fuckin' wake up" he shouts.
"Are you ready to talk about what is going on?"
"Yes. But please don't yell at me." She clears her voice. "I am not sure what's the problem."
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I do. Why do you ask?"
"Why do you love me?"
"Why are you yelling at me?"
"Just answer the fuckin' question."
"Ok. I'm sorry. You are kind, loving, demanding, and protective. When I told you of my past you did not run or judge me. You've seen more of me, the real me and you believed in me more than anyone. The question is do you still love me?"
"I will always love you. Never doubt that. On my last day, I will think of you. But, the issue is will we be together."
"Please don't say that."
"Explain to me why you are acting out?"
"Acting out. Wearing panties is acting out?"
"I am not a fool."
"What are you so mad about? You are scaring me."
"I found your 'PrincessIsASlut' email and IM archive. Why are you still doing this shit?"
"I am scared." She trembles as she pleads. "Please release me."
"No. Answer my question." He insists of her.
"I am scared."
"What are you scared of?"
"You treat me well. You love me. The way you look at me. It can't last. I am scared. I am afraid you are going to leave me."
"Have I done anything to make you think I am going to leave?"
"No. But, that doesn't mean you wont. I will do anything. I just want you. Your love." She sobs. "Please, I will do anything. I am sorry."
"I have been nothing but supportive. Why do you do it?"
"Because I don't deserve to be treated well. You deserve better."
"Yes, I do, and I expect better of you. I need to be able to trust you. I told you whatever happened in the past doesn't matter to me. I told you to come clean on everything ."
"You don't understand." Through her tears, "You can't. No one can. I am shit, I am damaged."
"I know your past. The chaos it can causes you. You're right. I can't understand it. But, you can't solve it by sabotaging our relationship."
"Please don't give up on me." She pleads as she cries.
He places the blindfold on her and turns on the light. He proceeds to unlock the chains, releasing her. Unbound, she attempts to hug him.
"Not yet."
Taking her by the arm, he escorts her up stairs to the office, where he proceeds to restrain her. He positions her standing behind the chair facing the desk. Securing her ankles with the restraints attached to the spreader-bar, he takes the black leather belt, places it around the chair back and her waist, and tightly secures her to the chair.
"Bend over at the waist and put your forearms on the desktop."
She complies. He removes her blindfold, and she is staring into her computer. The only applications running are email and IM.
"What's this and why the cane." She states.
"You are going to email and IM all of the men you have contacted as 'PrincessIsASlut.' You will explain what you did was wrong and if they have any issues with it they can contact me."
"Why are you doing this?"
"You said you would do anything."
"Please not this. I don't want to be caned."
"You said anything. First, I want you to write the letter. You will use the same message for both email and IM'ing."
"What do you want me to say?"
"What do you think you should say?"
"That it was wrong of me to have contact with them behind your back."
"How are you going to explain who I am?"
"That you are the man in my life and that you possess me.
"What else are you going to tell them?"
"I don't know. Um, That the 'PrincessIsASlut' screen name and email address are dead."
"Good. But, I will be monitoring them for a while. And what else are you going to say?"
"That if they have any issue with this they are to take them up with you."
