Over the next two months Doll continued to put on a performance that could have won her an "Academy Award". She thought to herself,
".... and the Oscar goes to Doll for her performance in
The Most Obedient Slut."
She was kind and considerate, loving and willing, eager to please. She knew in order to earn his trust he had to believe that she had acquiesced to her situation and that she was, if not happy, at least at peace.
Her plan seemed to be working but he was still making her stay in the underground shelter when he was at work. She hated that bunker. She was always terrified that something would happen to him and that she would be left down there to die a long and agonizing death and that no one would ever know.
Unbeknown to her he has put safeguards in place to make sure that something like that never happened. First off the shelter was stocked with plenty of food and water, and other survival necessities. Second, the door to the shelter was on an emergency timer that automatically unlocked every two weeks and had to be reset. Lastly he had cameras everywhere and he could see her in every room of the house including the bunker when he was not home.
Every evening when he came home he would let her out, so she could cook dinner and of course so he could have company for the evening. If it wasn't for the chain on her ankle their evenings seemed like many other married people. He talked about work and asked her to share her reflections on her reading for the day.
In the bunker he had supplied her with several books on being submissive and on being a humble wife and other bdsm erotic literature. She was expected besides doing her daily exercises and practicing some sexual techniques to keep a journal of her reflections and thoughts on her readings.
"What did you read about today?" he asked.
"I read about how strong the bond can be between a submissive and a dominant when they have really learned to trust each other." she replied.
"Trust has to be earned and it takes time."
'How much time and what can I do to show you that you can trust me?"
He looked at her and he wondered if he could really trust her. How would she feel if he told her how he had been feeling lately. He hated to admit some things even to himself. In the last four weeks she had not given him any reason to punish her and yet he desperately wanted to punish her anyway.
He knew that deep down inside the truth was that it gave him pleasure to bring her some pain. He had been doing some reading of his own and he knew that some submissives enjoyed pain with their pleasure and that some others just endured it because it gave their Dom pleasure. He was pretty sure Doll did not enjoy pain but he had read that supposedly some submissives could be taught to associate the pain with pleasure.
Slowly he answered, "I would like to punish you this evening even though you have done nothing to deserve it. I don't quite understand it so please don't ask me to explain. I just know I need to punish you."
He walked over closer to her and with tears in his eyes he said,
"I feel ashamed but you asked for us to build trust and to me trust begins with honesty. I think there is a way to make this better for you. I will try tonight if you let me bring you some pleasure with the pain."
Doll stood there for a minute and then she left the kitchen and came back with the strap that he often used to punish her with in the past. She went to him and bent down to her knees and held the belt over her head.
He took the belt from her hands and gently lifted her to her feet. He kissed her softly all over her face and then passionately and aggressively he stuck his tongue in her mouth with such lust and yearning it took her breath away.
He took her hand and led her into the bedroom where he indicated for her to lay over the two pillows while he strapped her down.
He started off gently caressing her ass and kissing her checks and licking her pussy and asshole. Once she was wet, he put a vibrating egg in her pussy on a low setting.
"How does that feel, Doll?"
"Wonderful Sir, thank you Sir?"
"I want you to keep count. I will give you twenty strikes across your ass, thighs and back. After every five I will turn up the vibrator another notch and I want you to try not to cum until I tell you".
The strikes started off low in intensity but increased every time he turned up the vibrator and after a while Doll began screaming in pain and pleasure. It was the most intense feeling she had ever had. When he finally told her to cum Doll exploded in ecstasy and it was while she was riding that high that he took her.
It was like she was out of her body and was watching him fuck her like a man possessed. Over and over again he pounded her pussy from behind and when she thought he was just about done he started on her ass and the pounding began again. Finally he exhausted himself and she felt volumes of his cum shooting in her ass as he laid on top of her panting and sweating. He whispered in her ear as he kissed the back of her neck.
"Thank you, Doll. I love you."
As Doll came down off her orgasmic bliss, she became aware of all the pain that had been inflicted on her. She hurt everywhere. Her ass, her back, her thighs, and her pussy and asshole all ached.
He untied her and went to get some soothing balm to put on the welts that were rising all over. He was so attentive and gentle in his aftercare that Doll gradually drifted off to sleep, she was exhausted.
When she woke up it was the middle of the night. She could hear him snoring and she shifted her weight carefully so as to not wake him. He had fallen asleep spooning her and with his arm across her waist.
She was still in a lot of pain and she winced as she slid off the bed to head to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet she realized something was different but she couldn't think clearly. She was still so very tired from the whole ordeal. When she climbed back into bed next to him, she almost jumped up as she reached down to her ankle.
"Oh my goodness, he had forgotten to chain her." she thought.
She laid there quietly and wondered if this was another one of his tests. A few weeks ago he had left his cell phone laying around, something he never did. She realized he just wanted to see if she would try to use it.
She knew he had a code on his phone and she didn't have much faith, even if she could dial 911, that the police could find her with no information. She wasn't even sure what state she was in. She just ignored it and went about her chores like it made no difference. Later, she found out it was really just a shell of a phone, that it was broken and inoperable.
The more she thought about this current situation the more she realized it was a win-win for her. If he was trying to test her she would again have passed another test and if he wasn't trying to test her this would go a long way in making him think she didn't want to leave. Doll sighed and snuggled up against him and went back to sleep.
After that night things changed drastically between them. First he stopped making her stay in the shelter during the week while he was at work. At first he still kept her chained even though the doors and windows were locked in a manner that could only be opened with a key. The chain allowed her pretty much full roam of the house and the fenced in backyard. Finally he stopped chaining her altogether except at night when they slept.
She was still expected to do her daily exercises while he was at work and her journaling but she was given more choice in the things she could read. He had also given her access to an old DVD player with tapes of old comedies and movies for her entertainment during the day and stopped forcing her to watch BDSM porn.
This extra freedom for her also had perks for him. He came home every night to a hot cooked meal and Doll with make up on and cute little outfits he bought her. Everyday she looked more refreshed and content and happy to see him when he came home. Also, now that Doll could do more chores during the week they had more play time on the weekend.
Unfortunately he still felt the need at least once every couple of weeks to punish her. Doll knew he felt guilty and never made him feel bad about it afterwards. She was beginning to realize it was something she was going to have to learn to endure and she began to embrace it. Once she learned to embrace it and trust he would not do her serious harm, she no longer feared it and began to have amazing orgasms. After doing more reading she understood that she was going into "subspace'' which was a high like nothing she had ever experienced before.
It was approaching their six month anniversary and he was starting to get a little hopeful that maybe given the choice of staying with him or leaving and returning back to her old life Doll would choose to stay with him.
In spite of the fact that he was as happy as any man had a right to be as he watched his precious angel sleeping he couldn't help but weep. He had not once in the last six month seen the look of submission in her eyes. Lust, yes, now that he had learned how to please her sexually, obedience and compliance, a quiet resolve to make the best of the situation all that he had seen. Even moments of happiness as they had laughed together watching a movie but never submission.
He had made a promise that after six months if he had not been able to convince her that this was where she was meant to be he would let her go.
Tomorrow he would take her out to a special restaurant in town with her collar on and "accidentally - on purpose" pretend to leave the remote in the truck. This would be the final test, because without the remote she could say or do anything she wanted.
There would be other people around to ask for help, to explain she was kidnapped and being held against her will. Of course she didn't know he had two remotes and if she tried anything he would shock her rendering her unconscious and let everyone think she had too much to drink.
The next night Doll was so excited about going out and she looked absolutely beautiful in the mauve color dress he bought her. It was perfect with her skin tone. It fit just right and she had such a nice body. He had bought a nice scarf to put around her neck to sort of hide her shock collar. They took a selfie before they left and Doll was literally smiling from ear to ear.
He took her to the very best restaurant in town and once they had been seated he started patting his pockets somewhat frantically.
"What's wrong?" Doll asked.
"Nothing," he replied.
Doll played along but she knew what he was looking for. She had seen the remote to the collar laying in the console cup holders while they were driving in the truck. For a moment she thought maybe he had accidentally left it. Then she realized this was just another of his damn tests.
