Chapter Two --
From the perspective of Alex
I woke up with the light gushing in from the window. I hate those damn shades in her studio. The sooner she moves in with me the better. I roll over and she is curled up in the fetal position. Her bare ass is pushed out from beneath the sheet, and I see it is adorned with red fresh bruises from last night covering darker ones from earlier in the week. Her ass was a mess of color, but to me it was beautiful that way. All those bruises were marks of my ownership of her body, and at the same time, expressions of her love for me. I reflect on how lucky I am that she gave away possession of herself to me.
It's a gift I don't take lightly. While deeply submissive, Sarah is no pushover. Intellectually brilliant, and hyper-aware of her surroundings and the interplay of people, she doesn't submit without careful consideration. She needs to feel owned before she'll be owned and she will only act as the possession of someone worthy of possessing her. A woman like this has high expectations of her Master. I am a firm believer of regular training. It is very important that she be continually tested, put in her place, made to struggle and ultimately submit. The path to her release needs to be newly challenging, always pushing new and different boundaries. Over the years I had dreamed up countless situations and my Sarah always came through for her Master.
Looking at her now, so vulnerable, sleeping in her bed, belies a situation that I had felt growing of late. Ever since she had taken that job she had become more assertive. It was important for her as a professional to do so, to come into her own. But it was unacceptable while she was with me. The harsh evening spankings helped to clear her mind. But I felt she needed something more enduring.
She needed to be reminded of her place and how lucky she was to have me as her Master, and for her to be my possession.
I went to the box she kept under the bed - my "tool box". She stirred a little as I got up, but mumbled and fell back into her sleep. I removed a long piece of very thin rope. I folded in half as I sized up her sleeping body. I'd have to wake her. Going back to the tool box I removed the velcro cuffs. Usually I prefer to spend the time on rope restraints, but today I needed more stealth. I cuffed her hands together, and she continued to sleepily purr. Up on the exposed beam, a foot the right of the bed, was a steel hook I had installed last summer for suspension play.
In one swift motion I yanked the sleeping princess, jolting her awake. She squealed, terrified and confused. I pushed the loop attached to the cuffs up in the air and in a second had her hooked to the beam, hands high above her head, her toes barely grazing the bedsheets. Here ample breasts hung from her body, swaying to a stop. Her wide eyes stared at me as her brain began to process that this is how I chose to wake her up today. Before she could say a word I gagged her mouth with the rubber ball gag, then stood back to look at her.
She immediately began to calm down. A once socially awkward child, she blossomed into a beautiful 24 year old woman, but she still carried the legacy anxiety of talking and socializing. The ball gag was an effective safety net for her, allowing her to better give herself over.
"Good morning Sarah. I've decided to test your commitment to my commands tonight. Last time we tried this, at the Adult bookstore, you did very well. Do you remember?"
She stared back at me. Not sure where this was going yet.
"I was impressed. Seven cocks of all shapes sizes and colors came through that glory hole. You serviced every one like a pro. You hardly spilled a drop of cum..."
