You don't know how it happened. Nor when it happened, the change was subtle at first, a request without saying please, a suggestion on your outfit...
You were certainly manipulated, every time you complied, you were rewarded with praise and adoration, and when you didn't, you were certainly punished, not physically or verbally, but with looks of disappointment that hurt more than any word could (at least that's what you thought at the time).
Soon, you were striving to please, the way he treated you, as something so precious, so valuable and irreplaceable, the way he made you feel when he took charge. He was always in charge, you soon realized, he just gave you the illusion of an opinion, which he always listened to, seemed to consider and even act on, but the decision at the end was always his.
And you loved it, without knowing you became his, without words he became your master and your owner. It wasn't until you mentioned it that you were given the last decision you would make...
You - Honey?
Him - Yes?
You - May I ask you something?
Him - As always, please...
You - Well, don't get me wrong, I love you, and I love our relationship, it's just that...
You didn´t know how to phrase it, when you thought about it, you didn't even know what you wanted to say, and as always, he took over
Him - But you are a little confused about our... interactions? Are you just figuring out you have just been obeying and trying to please me for two months now?
You - Has it really been two months? Hearing it put so... bluntly, I don't mind, it's just that... you keep telling me what to do, and I do like pleasing you, and you taking charge, taking over... me. I guess, what I'm trying to say is that I would like to know... how to please you, without you having to tell me every time... what to do...
His look of surprise shocked you, but not as much as his laughter immediately after...
Him - Well... you just gave me a huge surprise. Truth be told, I thought I would have to break you first, slowly make you see that all you want and should want... Is to please me. But here you are, asking to be trained...
You felt something stirr inside you after hearing that word... TRAINING? It's not incorrect, it is one way to think of what you are asking... but it sounds... severe
You - Training? What do you mean training? Me? That's not...
You are interrupted by him pulling your hair, gently but firmly so that you are looking into his eyes
Him - Watch your tone, and yes, training you. I find it very interesting that it was the training part that you object to, not the "breaking you"...
Those words are not a shock to you, they just help you realize what deep down you already know...
You are already broken, so slowly and gradually you never realized it was happening, but you have been broken. The way he cares for you, the way you are treated when you are pleasing, so lovingly, so tenderly. You cannot imagine feeling anything better or more fulfilling than being there for him, for his pleasure, being his.
You - I think I am already... broken, but I feel that I have yet much to learn...
Him - That you do... are you willing? To learn? To be trained? Yes, you will be trained and we will talk about it as training. It will be hard, I will not always be nice about it but if you endure. If you complete your training you will be mine. You will be collared, and you will consider yourself my property. You will be my slave
All of this he said with a smile and without breaking eye contact. You felt a shiver, fear, even some anger at him. But overall you felt excited. You felt a warmth inside you, you have always thought that you belong with him, you already considered yourself his, and the idea of being formally considered his, to be able to anticipate his needs and to know how to pleasure him best...
You - I do! I do want to be trained! I want to be yours, your slave, your property... please... - You said the last part almost as a whisper.
Him - Very well, you have already taken the first step. And your first lesson, is how to properly address me. You will call me master when in private, and sir in public. Understood?
You - Yes... master
A few weeks later...
It had been difficult, rough, painful and humiliating, but wonderful is the word you would use to best describe it. You have learned so much about yourself that you didn't know. You have learned that some pain is arousing, that your perfectionist streak is your best and worst asset. Even if HE is pleased with your performance, you will punish yourself for the tiniest errors that even He misses. You realized that you bask in humiliation and use it to try harder, that there is nothing worse than his look of disappointment and that you really truly are a slut for punishment, humiliation and degrading yourself for his pleasure.
It was 12:00 PM when you received the message...
Hyperion, 05:00 PM, there is a room under your name.
"Ok, that's new..." You thought, "he usually sends a car or just tells me when he is going to show up and what is to be expected of me."
You took a moment to remember what has been expected of you before and shudder. There was also the warmth and wetness between your legs that always accompany your thoughts and memories of him.
You remembered learning the positions, how you were tied up at first so you could keep still even when he was determined to make you move. That training was particularly hard, and so were the punishments and the abuse, which you endured and enjoyed.
There was the time you first kept position without having to be tied up...
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A week ago...
