He Owned Her From Day One

Part 1 the first command

It didn't work out at first. Ryan and Christine met one last time to remove the chastity belt and officially end things. The air between them was heavy, unresolved.

"I cried the first time you didn't pick out my bra and panties for the day," Christine admitted softly, her voice trembling.

Ryan swallowed hard, feeling the ache in his chest. The chemistry between them--sexual, mental--was still there, undeniable. But something deeper gnawed at him. A gut feeling he couldn't ignore.

"This dynamic," he said, his voice tight, "it's not that I don't want it, or you. I just... I think I'm going to hurt you. Not intentionally, but I can feel it coming."

Christine's eyes welled up with tears, but she nodded. "Maybe it got too intense, too fast," she whispered.

Ryan nodded, sighing deeply. "It's everything--periods of refusing commands, our living situations, family... I don't want to damage what we've had. It's better to stop now, even if it hurts."

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in. Neither wanted to leave, but both knew it was necessary.

Part 2

Weeks passed, but Ryan and Christine couldn't stop thinking about each other. For Ryan, the ache lingered, gnawing at him in quiet moments. He found himself still creating assignments for her--complex research projects tailored to her mind--but now they sat unsent, collecting digital dust.

One afternoon, his phone buzzed. The notification lit up his screen with a message from Christine:

"I wish you would just give me an assignment. I need to feel like I made you proud."

Ryan stared at the message, his heart pounding. He couldn't let himself get carried away, not yet. But the idea of reconnecting, albeit in a more controlled way, tempted him.

He sifted through his notes and found an assignment he'd created months ago--a quiz with eleven questions based on a five-part Literotica mini-series. It was perfect: structured, low-key, and unlikely to stir up old conflicts. With a deep breath, he sent it to her.

An hour later, her reply came back: every question answered with perfect accuracy.

Part 3

Ryan couldn't help but smile. She was just as sharp, just as eager as before. He remembered how he used to send her stories--carefully chosen writings designed to guide her thoughts, testing her boundaries and desires. Some were factual, like Screw the Roses, Send the Thorns or Protocols Handbook for the Female Slave. Others were provocative, filled with steel bondage, chastity, and submission.

Christine loved it all. The readings, the questions, the feeling of being "owned." She thrived under his guidance, and he enjoyed molding her, shaping her into something that felt perfect for him.

The new assignment was no different: a story about a woman with a fantasy of being a prisoner. Desperate to keep her clean criminal record intact, she convinced her boyfriend to buy an old prison to fulfill her desires. For months, she lived as a prisoner--alone during the day, locked in her cell, waiting for her boyfriend to come home. Each evening, he would feed her, dominate her, and make her beg for release.

When Christine turned in her assignment, she added a note:

"Daddy, we should do this. I want to be a prisoner!"

Ryan chuckled. "Yeah, maybe someday," he replied, careful not to promise too much.

Part 4

Time passed, and their dynamic began to rebuild itself naturally. Assignments resumed, and Ryan took his time crafting each one, slowly reintroducing elements of control and submission. Protocols were developed and enforced, step by step.

Christine thrived under the structure, her confidence and obedience growing with each task. The chemistry between them--both mental and sexual--intensified. Ryan deliberately throttled the pace, savoring the slow build as he worked to mold Christine into the perfect submissive.

Soon, she was wearing the chastity belt full-time, only unlocking it during the weekends they spent together. It became a silent promise, a tangible sign of their evolving dynamic.

One evening, they cuddled on the couch. Christine was perched in Ryan's lap, her arms bound tightly behind her in a box tie. Rope wrapped around her waist, through her crotch, and secured her thighs, calves, and ankles. She wiggled happily, her head resting against his chest.

"I love watching movies like this," she murmured.

Ryan smirked, adjusting the rope around her hips. "I'm working on a project you'll soon be very familiar with, Kitten."

Christine's eyes lit up. "What project, Daddy?"

"You'll have to wait and see," he said, his tone playful but firm.

She pressed him with more questions, her curiosity bubbling over. "C'mon, tell me! Is it something fun? Something sexy?"

Ryan's patience thinned. Gripping her ponytail, he tilted her head back and leaned in close. "I said stop asking," he growled, his voice low and commanding.

Christine's breath hitched, her submissive instincts kicking in. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered.

"Good," Ryan said, loosening his grip. Then, with a sly grin, he added, "But since you can't keep quiet, I think I need to shut you up myself."

He pulled her to her knees, and as Christine obeyed, she whispered, "Thank you, Daddy."

Part 5

Ryan guided her with firm but gentle hands, gripping her ponytail as Christine took him into her mouth. She worked him with eagerness, her eyes flickering up to meet his. He watched her, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

"Good girl," he murmured as she took him deeper.

When he finished, Christine licked her lips, a blissful smile spreading across her face. "I love the way you taste, Daddy," she said softly.

Ryan chuckled, lifting her back onto the couch. "That's a good girl," he said, his tone warmer now. "And that's why I'm no longer irritated."

He shifted her into a new position, laying her across his lap. With one hand, he rewound the movie they'd missed, and with the other, he reached for the paddle resting nearby.

Christine squealed as the paddle came down on her ass, a sharp crack that echoed through the room. "I can feel how wet you are, Kitten," Ryan teased, sliding his fingers along her inner thighs, bound tightly together by the rope.

Christine whimpered, squirming against his lap. "Please, Daddy," she whispered.

"Not yet," he replied, his voice dripping with authority.

Her body tensed as he reached for the cold metal plug on the coffee table. He spit on it and pushed it into place, the pressure sending shockwaves through her body. Christine growled into the couch cushion, her need intensifying.

"Maybe tonight," Ryan teased, his fingers brushing over her sensitive clit, "if you're a good girl."

Part 7

The movie credits began to roll, and Ryan glanced down at Christine, still bound in her intricate rope harness. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes alight with anticipation. She had behaved exactly as he'd hoped--obedient, eager, and completely devoted.

"You've been very good tonight, Kitten," Ryan said, his voice a low rumble. "Do you remember what I told you?"

Christine squirmed slightly against her bindings, her voice soft and breathless. "You said... maybe, Daddy. If I was good."

Ryan's smirk widened as he reached down, tilting her chin up so their eyes met. "And you were very good." He leaned in close, his lips grazing her ear as he added, "But now it's time to test just how much you can take."

Before she could reply, Ryan slipped behind her, methodically untying the intricate knots of the crotch rope. The relief of the rope leaving her skin was coupled with a renewed anticipation of what was to come. The plug removed from her ass produced a sound they both chuckled from. When he was done, he pulled Christine gently to her feet.

"Follow me," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. Besides, he already had his hand clamped to her neck leading the way. Christine obeyed, her legs slightly shaky as he led her into the bedroom.

Once there, Ryan opened a nearby drawer and pulled out a bright red ball gag. "Open, Kitten," he commanded, holding it before her lips. Christine obeyed instantly, the cool rubber pressing against her tongue as he secured the strap tightly behind her head.

Ryan guided her to the tall dresser at the side of the room. "Bend over," he instructed, his hand pressing firmly on her lower back to emphasize the command. Christine leaned forward, her chest pressing against the cool wood of the dresser, her wrists still bound.

He stepped back briefly, admiring the sight of her--gagged, vulnerable, and perfectly submissive. Then, with a sharp crack, his palm landed on her exposed ass, sending a delicious sting through her body. She moaned against the gag, the sound muffled but unmistakably eager.

"You've earned this, Kitten," he growled, running his hands possessively over her body before delivering another smack. "But don't forget who's in control."

Ryan's hand lingered for a moment before he pulled back, the anticipation hanging thick in the air as he began to explore her body with deliberate precision, ensuring that Christine knew exactly how good it felt to be rewarded for her obedience.

Part 8

Ryan stepped back momentarily, letting the anticipation build as Christine pressed herself harder against the dresser, her breathing ragged against the ball gag. Her moans vibrated through the gag, a mix of arousal and need.

"You've been waiting for this, haven't you, Kitten?" he asked, his voice low and rough. He ran his hands possessively down her back, pausing to grip her hips firmly. "Let me hear how much you want it."

Christine tried to reply, but the gag turned her words into unintelligible sounds, her body writhing slightly to express her desperation. Ryan chuckled darkly, leaning down so his breath tickled her ear. "I know, Kitten. You're going to get exactly what you need."

Pushing her face in to the wood dresser top. "Perfect," he muttered under his breath, taking a moment to admire her before unzipping his jeans.

He didn't wait. Ryan lined himself up and thrust inside her with a single rough motion, her body arching at the sudden, overwhelming sensation. The force of his movements pushed the dresser forward, its wooden legs scraping audibly against the floor.

Christine let out a muffled scream against the gag, her sounds a mixture of pleasure and shock as Ryan didn't relent. His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he drove into her over and over again, the dresser inching further with each powerful thrust.

"You're mine, Kitten," Ryan growled, his voice laced with both possession and satisfaction. He tangled one hand in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck as his other hand gripped the dresser for leverage. "Say it."

She tried to respond, the muffled "mmm-hmm!" behind the gag signaling her agreement. It wasn't enough for Ryan. He slowed his thrusts just slightly, leaning down to whisper against her ear. "That's not good enough. Nod your head if you understand who owns you."

Christine nodded frantically, her body trembling under him as he resumed his pace, each thrust pushing her harder against the dresser. The rhythm grew more primal, her muffled moans and his guttural groans filling the room.

Her body clenched around him as she climaxed, her muffled cries spilling out as waves of pleasure overtook her. Ryan followed soon after, burying himself deep as his own release overtook him. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her still as he shuddered through the intensity of his climax.

For a moment, they stayed in place, the only sound the ragged breaths of both of them. Ryan slowly pulled out, his hands moving to steady Christine as her legs threatened to give way.

"You were perfect, Kitten," he murmured, removing the ball gag and tilting her face up to kiss her deeply. "You've earned a good rest tonight."

He untied her wrists gently, rubbing the marks left by the rope, before scooping her up into his arms. Despite the roughness of their encounter, his touch now was soft, caring. He carried her to the bed and laid her face down, brushing hair from her face.

Part 9

She was still catching her breath, her body glowing with satisfaction, but her muscles were trembling from the effort. Ryan laid her down carefully and kissed her forehead.

"You did so well, Kitten," he murmured. "But you've worked hard tonight, and I think you deserve to be taken care of."

Christine's lips curled into a soft smile as Ryan reached for the bottle of massage oil on the bedside table. He uncapped it, the light scent of lavender wafting through the room.

"Roll onto your stomach," he commanded gently. Christine obeyed without hesitation, her body pliant and trusting as she stretched out across the bed.

Ryan straddled her thighs and poured a stream of warm oil onto her back, his strong hands spreading it across her shoulders. He began kneading the knots from her muscles, his thumbs pressing firmly along the length of her spine. Christine let out a quiet moan, her body melting under his expert touch.

"Relax for me, Kitten," he said softly, his voice soothing as his hands moved down to her lower back, then her thighs. "You've earned this."

The massage continued for several minutes, Ryan's hands exploring every inch of her tense muscles, working out the strain from their earlier intensity. By the time he finished, Christine was nearly drifting off to sleep, her breathing slow and steady.

But Ryan wasn't done yet.

"Stay right there," he instructed, leaning over to retrieve the chastity belt. Christine opened her eyes lazily as she felt the cool metal being shaped around her skin.

"Daddy..." she murmured, her voice soft and playful, "do I really need the belt tonight?"

Ryan smirked, fastening the belt securely around her waist and snapping the lock into place. "Of course, Kitten. You've been so good, but even good girls need to remember who they belong to. You wear it unless we're fucking, or I'm bathing you."

She shivered at his words, the weight of the belt grounding her. Ryan ran a hand gently down her side, reassuring her. "This one doesn't have the insert tonight. You'll rest better without it. But it stays locked until I say otherwise."

Christine nodded, her trust in him absolute.

Next, Ryan grabbed a chain already secured to the bed, and padlocked it to her ankle. He secured it snugly, but not too tight.

"This is just so I know where you are," he teased, running a finger down her ankle before kissing it lightly. "It's long enough to let you reach the bathroom, but not far enough for you to wander."

Christine giggled, her cheeks flushing with warmth. "You think of everything, Daddy."

Ryan climbed into bed beside her, pulling her close. He wrapped an arm protectively around her, his fingers tracing small circles on her shoulder. "Goodnight, my perfect girl, you've more than pleased me tonight" he whispered, kissing the top of her head.

Christine snuggled into his chest, the comforting weight of the chastity belt and chain a reminder of their connection. "Goodnight, Daddy," she murmured, already drifting into a peaceful sleep.

As Ryan held her, he allowed himself a satisfied smile, already planning the next day's activities.

Part 10

The following morning, Ryan awoke to the familiar sensation of Christine's warm mouth enveloping him. Her soft moans vibrated against him as she worked tirelessly to please him, hinged handcuffs she willingly bound herself with, clasping her hands she was using to massage him to intensify the effort.

Ryan leaned back against the pillows, one hand gently stroking her hair. "Good morning, Kitten," he murmured, his voice heavy with satisfaction.

Christine mumbled a response, her mouth still occupied, and Ryan chuckled at her devotion. "You're such a good girl, waking me up like this. I think you've earned something special today."

Christine's eyes lit up with excitement, and as Ryan's release spilled into her mouth, she swallowed every drop with pride.

Part 11

After freshening up, Christine was in the kitchen, her ankle still locked in the chain, that was attached to the bed, is now attached to the oven. Preparing breakfast, She moved gracefully, despite the restriction, flipping pancakes and frying eggs with practiced ease. Ryan leaned against the counter, watching her with quiet admiration.

"You make this look effortless," he said, his tone both teasing and sincere.

Christine smirked. "I've had plenty of practice, Daddy. Plus, I love taking care of you."

"And I love how well you obey. But remember--perfection is an ongoing process. There's always room to improve."

Christine nodded, her cheeks flushing under his praise and the weight of his expectations.

As he stood behind her, he removed the chastity belt leaving Christine standing there only wearing his oversized shirt.

Part 12

After breakfast, Ryan unlocked Christine's ankle chain and pointed towards the bedroom. "Get dressed--I've left your outfit on the dresser."

Christine smirked as she declared "I feel so free without the belt, Daddy!"

"Don't get used to it! And you better not touch yourself, Kitten," Ryan warned, his tone playful but firm. "If you're not ready in thirty seconds, I'll give you a long essay to write instead of going out today."

Christine darted toward him, laughing. "I'm ready, I promise!"

Ryan took her hand, guiding her to the truck. He opened the door and helped her in, buckling her into a seatbelt that locked with a satisfying click.

As he tightened the strap, securing her in place with a locking belt latch, he leaned in close. "We're going on a hike today. Somewhere remote. I want you all to myself."

Christine's smile widened. "That sounds perfect, Daddy."

Part 13

The drive was quiet but charged with anticipation. When they arrived at the edge of a dense forest, Ryan unbuckled Christine and retrieved a steel collar from his bag.

"This is for you," he said, locking it around her neck. The collar was heavy and secure, its weight grounding her in the moment. Attached to it was a small bell that jingled softly as she moved.

Christine touched the collar, her cheeks flushed. "It feels like your hand around my neck. Can I wear it all the time, Daddy?"

Ryan's lips curved into a slow smile. "Of course, Kitten. But today, it has a purpose. You'll run into the woods and hide. The bell will make it harder for you to stay hidden. I'll give you a five-minute head start."

Christine's excitement was palpable. "Yes, Daddy!"

"Go," he commanded, watching as she darted into the trees, the bell jingling faintly in the distance.

Part 14

Ryan waited, his patience unwavering. The faint sound of the bell occasionally reached him, a playful challenge. She wasn't making it easy to lose her trail--a fact he suspected was intentional.

After five minutes, he began his pursuit, moving with calculated precision. He followed the sound, pausing when the bell went silent, only to catch a glimpse of her darting behind a tree.

When he finally caught up to her, Christine was crouched behind a large oak, peeking towards him. Her giggles betrayed her as she rang the bell deliberately, daring him to come closer.

Ryan crept up from behind, silent and deliberate. When she least expected it, he pounced, pinning her to the ground.

"Caught you, Kitten," he growled, his hands already securing her wrists behind her back with a set of handcuffs.

Christine squirmed beneath him, her laughter turning to breathless anticipation. Ryan bound her ankles with zip ties, leaving her completely at his mercy.

He leaned in close, his voice low. "You wanted this, didn't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered, her words barely audible.

Without another word, he lifted her to her knees, pulling her hair back as he claimed her mouth with a fierce, possessive kiss.