Like always a few warnings. First I am terrible with grammar, sorry in advance, I have yet to procure an editor, so it is what it is. If this is something that bothers you normally than this story is not for you. Second I am brand new at this I am not a literature student, English major or any such thing. This is literally just for fun and to blow off steam.
My story is not going to be perfect, great and at times maybe not even good. However I like to think that it is sometimes 'good enough' So yea that is your warning if your still here this story is in the non con spot but has strong bdsm themes.
Lastly I am aware that my characters may seem a bit bipolar, most of that is intentional, though I am sure a good portion is my newness to writing so I may not convey my intentions as well as a more experienced writer. If you're still left thanks for reading and I appreciate your comments and emails.
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I thought that my sleep would be interrupted, however I slept surprisingly well especially given all the things that were on my mind. I stretched as the sun came through the window. I got out of bed, wondering what my new pet was up to. She wouldn't be able to get out without the codes, but it was still nice to check. Just the thought of her beautiful body and that fiery red mane made me smile.
I flinched remembering how I lost control. I knew she would be ok thanks to Jack ,but it was still something I needed to keep reigned in. She deserved it but if I wanted to take care of her I needed her to not be harmed permanently. I sighed, this was supposed to be her second chance.
A way to redemption by being the perfect slave. However she would have no chance if I sent her to the hospital., and a visit to the hospital would definitely give her the leverage she needed to get out from under me if not get me arrested while she was at it. That would not do, I may have my qualms with what I was doing to her but that didn't mean I wanted to go to jail.
I walked out into the living room and smiled, I was always an early bird.
She would be worn out after last night, she was supposed to have dommed last night and the tables got turned on her turning her into a slave in an instant. The physical strain from being fucked twice and the pain would likely cause her to be tired. The emotional exhaustion was bound to be even greater, she had probably never seen that coming in a hundred years. If my mind was going to go a million miles an hour it would only stand to reason that hers would be even more worried.
I paused in the door way when ,I came across her asleep still on the couch. I had a room for her, but things hadn't gotten that far. She had passed out exactly where she was when I went to bed last night. I was struck once more by how sexy she was. It wasn't a desire from love but this was pure lust. She was damn hot and there was no denying that.
There she was with her pale features covered by her fiery red hair fanned about her. The silk sheets hugged every curve of her body and I felt like my mouth watering just watching her sleep. Watching her sleep right now made me wonder how much more beautiful she would be if she was here by her own desire. If she wasn't such a horrible person would she of been that more stunning? . I tried to imagine putting her past behind me, I tried to imagine what it would be like to forgive her.
I shake my head, that won't be happening any time soon. She would not desire to serve me if I were to let her off scot free she would skip town, hell maybe even state and set up shop somewhere else. No she had to see what the life of a slave was like. First I would show her what she had been doing to others for some time now. Then maybe I would show her what it was like to be a real slave. To be cherished to be loved to be taken care of. To be adored and to be worshipped.
While in my thoughts I saw her move. She was likely close to waking up. Maybe she wasn't such a late sleeper herself, maybe she was just worn out. I watched as she turned a few times. Enough of this I was starting to think of her fondly, it was in my nature, to want to care for your sub, but she didn't deserve that. Not yet at least. So I walked over to the couch and I slapped her ass through the sheet, it was louder then it hurt.
She bolted right up straight her pretty green eyes large and stunning as she looked shocked. It was apparent from her facial expression, that it took her several moments to remember where she was, and what she was doing. She grabbed the sheet and hugged it closer to her. "Good morning." I said to her as she looked down at the floor. Her eyes looking like they were watering all ready.
"I am hungry do you know how to cook?" I asked looking at her.
She shook her head yes, apparently not wanting to speak words. I pointed to where the kitchen was. Though I all ready knew she knew where it was. She had been there several times before. However she had always been her own woman. A 'respected' dominatrix now she would be entering the kitchen as a slave. My slave.
I smiled, ought as well as make it interesting. "Good then get off of the couch take that sheet off, you don't need it, and I want you on all fours, then make your way to the kitchen. Once you get there I would like some pancakes. All the things are in there for you." I sat down on the couch and watched her blank shocked look spread across her face.
"Look Cyan you don't have to do this." She begged, pleaded her voice small and weak. Nothing like it had been in the past not as demanding. "I fucked up, I fucked up big time." She looked at the ground. "I deserved that last night and I promise to do whatever it takes to make it up but you don't want me like this, not against my will." She said looking up into my eyes.
I let her keep talking. Let her keep digging herself in, she wanted to appeal to my sense of morale but it was too late. She was intoxicating beautiful and currently a dirty fucking bitch. I had thought long and hard about this and though I did have some reservations there was no reason to tell her. "O Alexis you don't know how I want you." I stepped close to her I saw her wince as I sat next to her.
I leaned in close to her, my lips just a mere hairs breathe from her ear. "I want you in every way imaginable. I own every part of you I will stick, my, dick in every hole." I sat up from her not whispering any more. "Right now however, what I want is you on all fucking fours crawling like the damn bitch you are into the kitchen to make me pancakes."
My voice raising to let her know I was not kidding. "If you do not get up and go cook breakfast than I will be forced to punish you." I made sure to make a show of looking her up and down taking in everything about her. "You do look worse for the wear, not sure if you want another round just yet." I chuckled as she looked resigned to her fate.
"Now"
I added for extra emphasis.
"Yes sir." She said with a small quite voice.
She got down off of the couch she looked so ashamed. Her face got a bright pink color to back up her demeanor. She started to crawl towards the kitchen, taking her time to get there. She was doing it out of her shame but honestly it didn't bother me any, I just enjoyed watching her ass squirm as she went. I enjoyed seeing her abused breasts hanging like pendulums. A sickening green and purple color.
I wanted to turn back time for a moment, her breasts were works of art and I wouldn't be able to do much with them for a few days. There were ways to meet out just as much if not more pain with less damage.
I wanted to let her sleep, I wanted to apologize and take care of her but I couldn't. No, that would give her some sort of control over the situation. Normally that would be ok but not right now, not in this situation. No she had to learn and this was just the first in many steps of her lesson. She finally made it to the kitchen and started scrambling in the fridge. I walked in. "O by the way you will need an apron."
I pointed to the apron hanging on the stove.
