That Aimee would debase herself for my amusement was a very enjoyable state of affairs. That she would beg me to grant her the privilege of doing so was even more pleasing. Watching her inflict pain on herself as a means of achieving my affection was perhaps the most gratifying of all, even surpassing hearing her beg me to fuck her in as many degrading ways as I could think of. All of this, however, it was beginning to become apparent, was little more than a subtext in a larger story, that of how you had marked me as having dominant tendencies and then mentored me in developing them. You had experimented with your own tastes, switching from top to bottom, allowing me to treat you with a harshness I hadn't known I possessed, leaving your beautiful skin and flesh sullied by the marks of my attentions, your hair, face and breasts dripping with my sperm as I walked away afterwards. Then you had given me Aimee, truly making me your protégé and setting me the goal of subjugating her fully to my will; my task now was to claim the reward that you had promised me, a reward of my choosing. Young I may have been, but I was quick to learn and finding the role you had forged for me compelling in the extreme.
I knew that choosing the reward was up to me; I had to have the confidence to identify what I wanted and make you deliver it; this was perhaps the final test you would set me. Only once had you forbidden an interaction; on the day you introduced be to Aimee and allowed me to assist in her humiliation you had stipulated that I could do anything I wanted to her, other than having her fuck you or having you fuck her, as you wouldn't put yourself in Aimee's debt or power. Just as I was coming to understand that you making Aimee climax was solely about keeping her in your debt and wanting more, I was beginning to understand the importance of your maintaining your position of superiority over her. That said, I very much wanted to watch Aimee bring you to orgasm in spite of that knowledge. The thought of watching her tongue dancing on your clitoris was difficult to ignore.
No, I would have to be intelligent and resourceful in my selection of the reward. Now that Aimee had made the video recording that you wanted me to get [as previously described in this story, Aimee recorded herself at her office desk, naked from the waist up and with a remote-controlled vibrator inside her, describing what she wanted you and I to do to her before torturing her own nipples until she cried with pain and anguish and I finally allowed her to climax] it was up to me to choose this reward and then take it.
Firstly, though, I had some other steps to take. I had to ensure that Aimee had made it home safe in her state of deshabille (I had instructed her to take the Underground in the immediate aftermath of the recording of the video, her hair and make-up a mess, unfettered breasts spilling from her business jacket, and being very obviously in a post-orgasmic state of exhaustion), retrieve the video footage from her, review it and send it to you. Following that there were the concerns I had regarding the threats made against me by Charlize; they didn't worry me but the inconvenience would be annoying, as would any legal ramifications from any assault committed against me. I resolved to finalise my plans with regard to these possibilities this evening and spent some time examining my options.
My planning was interrupted just after nine o'clock, when a soft ping from my phone announced that Aimee had sent a message. I opened it to see a picture of her as she made her way home on the Underground. Knowing the location of her office, I pictured her making her way to Bank tube station, sore and still aroused, the eyes of passers-by perhaps lingering on her, drawn by her wantonness and repulsed by her feyness. She sat, the tattered blue upholstery of a Northern Line train behind her. He head leaned sideways against the plate glass at the end of her bench seat, the neatness of her fuck-me boots, silk hold-ups and pinstriped jacket contrasting with her crumpled skirt and messed-up hair. She sat with her left arm folded across her stomach, resting the weight of her barely-contained breasts on the forearm, her cleavage yawning unsupported. Her face glowed with her post-orgasm flush, but the harsh lighting and remains of her make-up distorted her features, robbing them of their natural beauty and casting her in a ghoulish light. My eye was drawn to the livid bruise high on her right breast, the marks made by her teeth as they had gripped the delicate skin purple and still faintly surrounded by a blush of her lipstick. She looked delightful and shocking, alluring and shameful.
Is this how you want to see me, Jack? I feel drained and exhausted. I had to make myself come again before I left because I was so turned on. I masturbated in the ladies toilet after I sent you the last picture. I'm on the tube now, on my way home. People have been cat-calling me and calling me names... I like it. I like feeling like a dirty slut, Jack.
Well done, Aimee, for following my instructions; when you get home you will send me an email with a file containing the video you took of yourself at your desk. You may then eat and shower. Do you understand?
My reply makes no reference to her appearance, wellbeing or our evening's activities; I just want her to continue to crave my authority and approval, and to fuss over her would be counterproductive in this.
Yes, Jack. I will send it as soon as I get home. Will you be contacting me later?
Yes, I will. I will make a video call. You will ensure that you are presentable and attired in a manner that I will find pleasing.
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An hour or so passed, during which time I received the video file from Aimee and then sent it on to you. When your text message arrived I wasn't startled to learn that you had enjoyed it.
Well, Jack, you have pleased me. I very much enjoyed watching our friend beg, and the method you chose was... inventive. Aimee is obviously willing to do whatever you want her to do and enjoys the pain you inflict.
Yes, I think she is mine in every respect now.
Will you fuck her? I don't mind if you choose to or not. It might be more amusing to just lead her on and listen to her begging for you as she degrades herself further and more completely.
That is between me and Aimee.... I suggest that in future she remains mine - after all, you gave her to me in the long-term - but that occasionally you and I collaborate; I could bring her to your premises for a session, for instance.
I'm sure we can come to some arrangement.
Now, about my reward; I assume that I have earned it?
Oh yes, Jack, you've earned it. You can claim any reward you choose from me other than two scenarios.
Well, I knew exactly what the first one would be; you didn't want me to make you fuck Aimee or have her carry out any sexual act on you. Privately I assumed that you could have done this on many occasions had you so desired, but Aimee herself had told me of how hard she had begged to be allowed to make you come and how obstinate you had been in your refusal. Your arrangement allowed for you to force as many orgasms as you saw fit from Aimee; she craved these too, but you saw them more as an incentive with which to manipulate Aimee than as a release of your own. I replied that I knew what the first quid pro quo was and inquired as to the nature of the second.
If you make any videos or images of me, you must share them with me and guarantee that they will not be shared.
Both of those conditions are reasonable; I agree. I will contact you when I have chosen what I want.
With that, I ended the conversation. Many possibilities made their way through my mind; I could come to your house, as I had before, and repeat the punishment I had inflicted on your breasts, thighs, buttocks and nipples; I could make you fellate me roughly until your jaw ached, or fuck you in any number of cruel and uncomfortable positions before glazing your beautiful face in my sperm; I could, I supposed, take you to dinner, wine and dine you, and then spend the rest of the evening tenderly making love to you. Somehow, though, none of these appealed; you would expect more from me now, something less vanilla and predictable. I decided that whatever I chose it would startle you with its intensity, test your limits of pain, pleasure and submission, and finally show you the full picture of what you had created when you set me on this path. You had woken this beast; you would see its face and be both proud and awed.
I thought back to that hot summer day when I had come to your house, the heavy summer air imbuing the afternoon with a soporific weight. The occupiers of the wide street with its manicured lawns, expensive vehicles and nannied children remained unaware of what was occurring. They would have seen you impeccably dressed, as always, that morning, and wondered why you hadn't gone to your work - what was it, now? Oh yes, something to do with consultancy, wasn't it? - perhaps, before their thoughts travelled in different directions - the expense of their children's education, the golf club AGM or the affairs they were having. None of them would have had any knowledge of our activities, or know that the pale skin of your thighs and buttocks had been slashed with a crop. No word of the pain your nipples had felt would have reached their ears. The fact that you had ended the session with your throat fucked raw and my sperm dripping from your beautiful darkfire hair and running down your face and breasts onto your flat stomach would have completely passed them by. All of them would have been ignorant of you taking photographs of yourself in that state for my personal enjoyment..... It would be a challenge to top that afternoon, but I was confident that I could achieve it with some forethought.
However, in the immediate therm there was the matter of the video call with Aimee to attend to. I intended to keep it short and to the point; this backwards and forwards method of communication, though necessary, was beginning to feel tiresome. If I were to be at the top of my game for tomorrow's events I would need to shortly be asleep.
I opened my video messaging app and selected Aimee's name from my contacts list. Within a few seconds Aimee answered. I directed her to place her phone on her dining table and to step back so that I could inspect her attire. She did so, standing straight but keeping her gaze lowered. Usually, I would give her directions regarding her outfit but she was beginning to know me better by this time and I had given her the choice of what to wear in the full knowledge that I expected to be impressed. She did not disappoint me.
Aimee had paid attention to my instructions; she had obviously recently showered, and I saw her free of make-up for the first time. He hair was its normal chocolate-brown tresses, framing her beautiful face and falling around her shoulders in long-sheared bangs softly cascading to the middle of her ribcage.
