Peace: Chapter 3

Chapter 3: New Realities

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A Very Different Kind of Proposition

It had been a week since that last session with Christina. Ben had gone back home re-energized and ready for another week or two of the rat race and the stress of it all. Instead, he'd found his cases were being slowly cleared with no new cases coming in. He'd been a bit weirded out by it and then his boss had hit him with a rather unexpected twist. They'd asked him to clear his leave, a month's worth, in one foul swoop, basically to take a one month vacation.

It was strange for sure but he did not have a real choice in the matter, apparently, so he took the paid vacation without question. It did leave a big question as to what exactly he was going to do with himself for a month but as he drove home he was not too worried. He'd have plenty of time to figure something out.

Finally, after a relatively quiet drive back to his apartment he stood in the lift, waiting for it to arrive at his floor, contemplating his schedule. A smile crept on to his face as he thought of Christina. Maybe a session or two would help pass the time? As it turned out, he needn't have thought about that as the elevator arrived at his floor.

He raised his eyebrow as he approached his front door. Someone was standing outside with their back to him. As he approached, they turned to face him. "Christina?"

His voice carrying a tone of pleasant surprise. She was wearing a dark trench coat and had her hair down. She smiled at him and took a step towards him. "Ben. It's nice to see you."

He stopped, fishing in his coat pocket for his keys. "Likewise. But what are you doing here?" He was smiling but his eyes did show a hint of uncertainty. She stepped back from the door, gesturing at it.

"Well, Ben, I want to talk to you, if I may. Could we step inside?" He pulled his keys out, nodding as he opened the door and gestured for her to enter.

He took her coat, she was wearing a well put together blue dress that really complimented her, and offered her a drink which she accepted. Once they were situated in the living room, sitting across each other on an L couch, with their drinks, she leaned forward, her eyes never leaving his. Something about her demeanor, however, reminded him of that time they met all those years ago. She seemed.....apprehensive.

"So, I'm just going to come out and be direct. I know you are free for a month."

He raised an eyebrow as he loosened his tie, he'd not bothered taking off his suit. "Oh? How do you know that?" She kept her eyes on his as she continued.

"Because I am the one who convinced your boss to give you that month off." His mouth opened as he froze, processing what she said as she continued. "It was not easy. Sure, your superior is a client of mine and they owe me one or two favours, but you are an incredibly important part of the firm, they assure me. It took some time but I eventually got your boss to let you go for the month."

He looked at her, still aghast. "You?" He stuttered as he tried to process his thoughts. "But...Wh...Why?" She still stared right at him, eyes never leaving his.

"Because, well, I want you, Ben." If the previous bombshell stopped him in his tracks this floored him. He looked at her blankly as she stood and slowly walked to his side. "I've wanted you for some time now. Not as a client but as something....more." She sat next to him, her eyes burrowing into his soul. "I want to own you. I want you to be mine and mine alone, mind, body and soul."

She reached out and held his face in her hands. His breathing was getting heavier as a wave of different emotions hit him. "I want you to be my Slave, Ben. To fully give yourself over to me. Completely. I want you to submit to me, Ben," She leaned forward, her lips right next to his ears as she whispered. "And I know you want to submit too."

He shivered and closed his eyes, completely at a loss as to what to do or even what to think.

She took his hands in hers, giving them a reassuring squeeze as she leaned back, looking into his eyes. Her expression had changed from one of confidence to.....vulnerability. "What are you thinking, Ben?"

He opened his mouth and froze, not knowing quite what to say. She smiled and squeezed his hands, reassuring him and letting him take as much time as he needed to process.

"I'm going to be honest, I don't know what to think," He looked at her. "I like you. I like you a lot. I enjoy your company, both in and outside that....context. And I would be lying if I said I had not....thought of something similar," She held her face stoic but he knew her well enough by now to know that she was anxious. "But I never thought you thought of me that way. I never knew that you...wanted...well, me."

Her face brightened. He was not completely opposed to it. That was a good starting point. He continued to verbalize his thoughts. "I'm certainly interested, Christina. I would be interested in pursuing something.......more with you." Her face really brightened up. "But if we are going to do this, we really do need to talk things over first."

She squeezed his hands again, beaming. "Of course, Ben. What do you want to discuss?"

He laughed, a nervous laugh, and smiled. "Well, ummm....first, I suppose, umm...well, I like to submit to you. I like being submissive to you in our sessions, I even enjoy it for prolonged periods of time. But I don't know about slavery, I don't know if I want to be like that. And there are so many things about a potential....relationship that we would have to work out."

She leaned forward slightly as she tilted her head, just a bit. He was interested. Now it was just the matter of getting him to go along with it.

"I do have an idea, Ben. If you are comfortable with this, perhaps we could...try it out a little," She raised her hand to his face, lightly stroking it. "You have a month of free time," She smiled. "Why not try things out a little? Try a little....slavery. The usual safewords would apply, if you want to stop at any time, it stops, we just try it out a little, see how you enjoy it?" He looked at her and....well, to be honest, he was incredibly tempted. She could see that and knew she only needed one final push.

"You're safe with me, Ben. No matter what happens, I will never hurt you. You're safe," She ran her thumb over his cheek as he leaned into her hand, sighing softly.

"Ok," He said softly as he looked at her, vulnerability on his face now. "...I trust you..."

She smiled, leaned forward and kissed him. "Good boy." She whispered in his ear as she kept stroking his face. "I'm going to give you a little something. You'll go to sleep and wake up back at my estate where your slavery will begin. Just remember, you can stop it all anytime you want, you're safe and I will never hurt you. Ok?"

She leaned back as he looked at her softly. "Ok," Came his soft reply, his tone still vulnerable. She smiled as she stroked his face, getting up and walking to her coat.

He sat still, his mind all over the place. He was really going to do this? Submit to her for a month, let her drug him and take him away to do whatever she wanted? He fiddled with his hands nervously. He was...apprehensive but also...excited and eager. He wanted to try this, he was just afraid of what he might discover about himself.

She returned with a syringe and a small alcohol swab. She took his hand in hers and swabbed a bit right on the top of his hand, around the veins. She held the syringe and looked at him, holding his hand. "Do you want to do this, Ben?"

He looked at her. He did not know fully just what was about to happen but...well, he trusted her. And he was more than willing to try it. He smiled as best he could.

"I am yours."

New Beginnings

Ben's eyes fluttered as he began to stir. He felt groggy and disoriented. He tried to reach up to wipe his eyes but his hands were restrained behind him. His mind immediately shot awake as he tried to remember what happened and what his state was. He looked down at his body, he was in a bondage chair, he was naked and he was tied up. His legs were restrained so he was holding them open and his hands were buckled to the back of the chair. He felt a thick collar on his neck that made it difficult to look down and he was gagged with a ball gag. He blinked and looked around as he tried to remember how he got here.

Images of the night came flashing back to him, meeting Christina, her proposition and the slight prick of the needle in his arm before darkness. He leaned back in the chair as he remembered. He had wanted to be here and that brought a level of calm to his mind even as he felt apprehensive. The sound of footsteps behind him told him he was not alone as the ever beautiful figure of Christina wearing a silk robe appeared before him.

"Hello, Ben. Sleep well?" She smirked and slowly circled him, disappearing behind him. He began breathing heavily, unable to see her behind him. He felt her hand slowly circle his throat from behind him while she lightly squeezed, limiting his breathing. She kissed his cheek and whispered seductively in his ear.

"I bet you're thinking a million things right now, a million different questions. Where am I, what's going on?" She began slowly circling back in front of him, her hand still on his throat. She leaned in close in front of him, her face close to his, looking right into his eyes. She squeezed his throat harder, eliciting a moan.

"Well, to be frank, Ben, none of that really matters. What matters is this. You. Are." She squeezed harder still, choking him as he looked at her, his eyes wide. "

Mine

."

She held the pressure and her gaze as he struggled to breathe. Finally, after several seconds, she let go, stroking his face as he hyperventilated as she softly cooed at him, calming him.

Once he had stabilized, she continued. "You belong to me, Ben." Those words sent a chill down his spine. "You're here as my Slave for as long as I want you," She stared at him intensely, stroking his face, before leaning forward, whispering in his ear. "But remember, this all stops if you want. All you have to do is say the magic word, Ben." She leaned back, a comforting expression on her face as she smiled. "You're safe, Ben. I'm not going to hurt you." She kissed him gently. "I promise."

Her expression slowly changed from comforting to more...playful. "But, you are entirely at my mercy, Ben. No one is going to come for you. You are here, you are mine, mine to do with as I please, entirely at my mercy for as long as I want you."

A dozen thoughts raced through his head, apprehension, a slight tinge of fear but also....comfort? A feeling of security? Despite it all, he felt safe. He refocused as she continued.

"Why am I doing this, you may ask?" She pulled the belt on her robe, letting it fall off her to reveal her fully naked body. It was only the 2nd time in his life that Ben had gotten to see her fully naked and she was beautiful. Even as apprehensive as he was he could not help but admire the curves of her breasts, her thighs, her milky soft skin, everything about her gorgeous body.

"Well, Ben, it is quite simple," She slowly swaggered towards him. "I have spent my entire life looking for someone," She placed her hands on his shoulders. "Looking for someone to own, looking for someone to possess, looking for someone to make my slave, mind, body and soul," She sat on top of him, straddling his lap. Her pussy was right next to his fully erect cock and Ben could feel the wetness of her pussy.

"And I have chosen you, Ben. You are mine. You belong to me, completely," She cupped his jaw in her hands and made him look at her with his limited mobility. She looked at him intensely, an expression that he had trouble placing....obsession, he realized. Intense, longing obsession. "I don't just want to own you, though. I want to take you. I want to make you mine. I want to break you completely until you submit yourself to me, fully.

And I am going to break you, Ben

."

She grabbed his cock with her other hand, stroking it as he began breathing harder. Despite everything, he was still incredibly aroused. "You seem quite excited by the idea, Ben," She smiled and giggled a bit. Everything about this was beyond anything Ben was used to, he was trapped completely and he knew it. Even the way she was acting was different from what he was used to, this seemed more....natural?

She raised herself and guided his cock to the lips of her pussy. She looked at him, smiling, the intense expression still there. "But first, I want to consummate your slavery. I want to use my slave for my pleasure, Ben," She slowly slid down onto his cock, moaning with pleasure as she did so. She looked into his eyes as she dug the nails of one hand into his back. "Mine," She said through laboured breaths.

She began bouncing on his cock, moaning louder and louder, the breathing getting more and more laboured, repeating 'Mine' over and over again. He was also moaning, his breathing getting equally difficult. They were both incredibly aroused as she fucked him mercilessly. Finally, after her relentless assault on his cock, they both exploded into climax together, she, digging her nails into his back, leaving scratch marks, throwing her head back and crying out in sheer ecstasy like a wolf howling to her pack and him, pulling against his bonds, crying out as loud as the gag would let him, his eyes almost rolling back into his head.

They both breathed heavily, coming back down from that almost transcendent experience. She was still on top of him with his cock in her as she looked at him, an expression of softness and her face. "Mine," She kissed him, again and again, repeating that as she did so. He felt soft, vulnerable and submissive. He felt those words sink in. Hers. She was right. He was hers, he was entirely at her mercy, and the submissive side in him reveled in that fact even as the rational side was still unsure.

After several minutes of kissing, she slid off his cock, eliciting a moan from both of them. She smiled down at him, that intense expression returning. "My slave. Mine," She stroked his cheek as she did so. He looked at her, the vulnerability he was feeling plain on his face. This was what she wanted, she wanted him to bare himself to her completely, to be owned by her. She smiled and leaned forward, kissing him softly on his forehead.

She let him collect himself for a moment before she began to speak. "In this coming month, Slave, I am going to train you to accept your new position as my property," She stroked his cheek softly. "It will be very tough. This first week will be difficult. In fact, this first week will be

hell

." He looked at her fearfully. "I'm going to

break

you, Ben. I'm going to break you down mentally so that I can make you accept your new reality." His eyes widened as she continued her gentle stroking and slowly took off the ball gag. He tried to make a noise but she put a finger to his lips and softly shushed him.

"But I want you to know something. I do care about you, Ben, I do value you. And no matter what happens, no matter what I do to you, I want you to know I will never hurt you. I will inflict all sorts of tortures and pain on you for whatever reason I want but I will never hurt you, Ben," She looked at him softly, her hand on his cheek. "Do you trust me, Ben?"

He looked vulnerable and he had a thousand thoughts going a million different directions in his head. Part of him wanted to beg, part of him wanted to demand, part of him wanted to threaten. But the biggest part of him, a little voice in his head, told him to trust her. And, looking inside himself, he found that he did trust her. This was crazy, she might very well be crazy, but he did trust her.

"Yes, Master....."

Her face lit up as she smiled. "Good boy." She began to kiss him again, stroking his face. "My good boy." Finally, after many kisses were had, she leaned in close to his face, gazing directly into his eyes.

"Mine."

Knock Them Down

Ben's eyes fluttered open from his fitful rest. He was in the Isolation cell. It was padded on all sides, including the floor, and was so quiet it was actually legitimately disconcerting. Spending prolonged periods of time here was uncomfortable, to say the least, and Ben had just spent the night, trussed up in a straightjacket. At least he was not gagged and the floor was padded but it was still an uncomfortable sleep regardless.

He could not see anything with the light off, that combined with the eerie silence was a form of torture all on its own. He felt his anxiety and fear elevate with every passing second as a million thoughts went through his head. What was going to happen next? He did not know the answers but feared what they could be.

He tried to push his thoughts aside by focusing on last night. He remembered coming home, he remembered waking up and he remembered Christina fucking him. She had been gentle but firm afterward, feeding him in the chair before releasing him from it. She put this straightjacket on him and told him it was time to get some rest for tomorrow.

He looked around for all the good it did him in this darkness. She had said that tomorrow was going to be especially hard and that he had better get some rest to prepare. His fear raised significantly at the thought of whatever she was going to subject him too. With nothing else to distract him his mind went wild, speculating on the exact nature of the hell he was about to be subjected to. It did not take long for him to begin sobbing, overwhelmed by events.

He did not know how long it took for the light to flicker on and the heavy cell door to swing open. He looked up, tears on his cheeks. She was wearing a bright yellow sun dress that went just below her knees with lacy white gloves and black high heels. She looked like she was getting ready for a day in the park. Good lord above, she was beautiful.

She sauntered over to where Ben was laying, curled up, kneeling down to stroke his face. He looked up, apprehensive, knowing better than to speak before she spoke to him. "Did you have a bad dream, Slave?" she said softly as she gently stroked her thumb on his tear stained cheek.

"No, Master...." She nodded and made an ahh sound.

"Feeling a little overwhelmed, Slave?"

He leaned back a little bit afraid to answer honestly but afraid of silence more. "Yes, Master...."

She gently cupped his chin, making him look up at her. "I noticed the hesitation. Were you afraid I would punish you if you told me the truth?"

He looked up at her, the fear on his face plain. "Yes, Master...."

She cooed at him as she stroked the top of his head gently, a shiver of cautious delight going down his spine. "You never need to fear telling me the truth, Slave. I will never punish you for telling me how you feel or what you think. I will, however," She tilted her head forward a bit, her expression going from sweetness to sternness. "...punish you for keeping things from me or for lying to me. Understand, Slave?"

He shivered again. "Yes, Master...."

She smiled again, the sweetness returning to her face. "Good." She let go of his face and took hold of the straps on either side of his straightjacket, pulling him up to his feet. She was face to face with him, staring right into his eyes. "You're safe with me, Ben. No matter what happens, I will never hurt you."

He looked into her eyes. He'd spend many a time looking into the eyes of liars in his line of work, both fighting against and for them. When he looked into her eyes, he saw many things. Right now, it was...honesty. Sincerity. He did feel safe, even as he knew he was going to be subjected to painful tortures, he knew she would not do anything to truly hurt him. "Thank you, Master...."