The next morning was Saturday, luckily I was off work and could sleep in. She never did like to sleep in and I figured that she would probably wake up earlier than me and I would give her the time this morning before I rolled out of bed to allow her to decide whether to stay or go.
I lazed about in bed slowly coming awake. I heard some movement downstairs and figured she was either readying herself for the day's chores, or she was packing what little things she had left and getting ready to leave.
After a little while I smelled some bacon cooking. I smiled to myself. She's staying, I thought. Again, I wouldn't blame her if she had left to face those wolves. The last two years had drained her of almost everything that had attracted me to her in the first place. Her confidence and self esteem shot, she had the good sense to realize that she was ripe for the picking by some unscrupulous, nefarious people, seeking shelter in the one safe haven still available in her mind, she retreated to the lesser of two evils, hoping, wishing that her caring hurt husband, whom she knew would lash out at her, would be the lesser of two evils.
Her parents had passed away long ago, no other siblings, and pretty much all of our friends had sided with me and had refused to stay friends with her when it got out that she had cheated on me.
Now she had accepted, after experiencing and learning what her new role would be here, the fact that she was now going to be my slave. I'm sure she figured that by biding her time and keeping quiet, doing everything that I required of her, she would be able to regain my good grace and be able to once again become my wife. Who knows, maybe in time that would happen, but if it did, it would not be for a very, very long time.
I replayed the image in my head that spurned my caning of her ass, the cheating slut whore sucking another mans cock. My blood boiled and my heart pumped with hurt, anger, rage and humiliation. Other images just like that, with her in different sexual positions had haunted me in my nightmare dreams there past two years. At first they occurred every night, then over the months they occurred less frequently, but always at the most inopportune times they would resurface. A pity to the poor woman who I was with when that happened. I did add the extra effort into my play time whenever a flash of that whore wife of mine flickered past my eyes.
I had a pretty good idea of my plans now that it seemed that she would be staying and accepting her fate. It would be expensive, to be sure, I had planned to contact the loan sharks and pay off her debt. The price was not as high as I expected, although I did not let her know that. Since she had left me, I put a lot of energy into my work, getting promoted and generally cutting back on a lot of expenses. I had saved up a lot of money while she was gone. Now her debt was going to wipe out some of that savings, but for my plans, for my final closure and piece of mind, it was a small price to pay for revenge, closure and payback.
There was a timid knock on the door. I called out for her to enter. She carried in my breakfast on a tray. Her eyes puffy and her face bloated from last nights crying. Her entire back was black and blue, her ass had ugly scabs already forming. She walked carefully, wincing as she moved. She was in a lot of pain. I told her to set it on the end table. She did. I bid her to kneel down beside the bed and wait while I ate.
She creaked when she knelt down, but quickly answered, "Yes, Master."
The meal was good, simple eggs and bacon and toast, but it pleased me that she didn't need prodding. I was curious as to how she was feeling and gave her a chance to express herself. Talking about the reality of the situation sometimes reinforced it to the point that the individual can actually talk themselves further into something by just letting them talk.
She was really surprised but resigned to the fact that the whipping was far beyond her tolerances. She told me she understood the rage I still had for her and that she was truly deeply sorry for the pain she had caused me. She did seem to be penitent, and was now accepting of the fact that even though she had my protection, she clearly had not earned any status close to what she was as my wife.
I asked her about her chores. We had gone over some simple daily items that she already had done or planned to do. She had proudly informed me that she had washed up from last night and this mornings cooking.
She then asked me if she could go to the bathroom.
Imposing my will on her, I told her she needed to wait until I had finished breakfast and she had cleared away my plates. She fidgeted for a moment then sank her eyes down and said, "Yes, Master."
I would control everything, even her bowels.
I soon finished, and she cleared away the plates on the tray and winced out of the bedroom to the kitchen and then finally to the bathroom. I told her to apply more cream on her wounds, it would not do for my property to get an infection so soon.
I dressed, refreshed from my shower and headed out to do some business, giving her clear instructions on tidying up the house, showing her the cleaning supplies and showing her what had changed since she had abandoned me.
First stop was to contact the loan sharks. It was early so the bar that she had told me where they normally did business was pretty empty and they were not to be found. I left a message with the barkeep who had said that one or the other normally came in around two.
That done, I swung by my lawyers house, and handed over the documents. He had seen the damage that she had done to me back when she cheated on me, and although what I had asked him draft up was almost unethical, he certainly could understand why I had asked him to do this. All of her decisions, legal, medical, financial were now mine. She had signed over her debt to me with the understanding that she would pay me back by being in my employ. She would now work off her debt to me at such a low rate that she would have to live 200 years before that debt would be paid back.
I also spoke to him about my proposed deal with the loan sharks, he drafted up a small letter of protection for me, basically documenting that he had filed this letter away in the eventuality that things go horribly wrong. I doubted very much that they would have any issue with my paying off her debt, there was really nothing of value they could get from her, she was too old and ugly and overweight to be their whore, to stupid for anything else. It seemed like a winning proposition to me. Nevertheless, my lawyer took steps to protect me.
The next stop was to an acquaintance of mine from the scene. He was quite skillful in his trade and I made an appointment for him to come over this evening to the house. Rusty was a skilled metal crafter and had fallen into the BDSM game because his work was of a quality that the community wanted. He specialized in small solid workmanship and a little surprise item that I walked him through the initial designs for my new slave.
After that, I went to a BDSM store that was well known and stocked with good books and literature for introducing people to the lifestyle. I picked out the materials I wanted, stuff that would quickly indoctrinate my slave into what BDSM is, and what I would expect her to become. I had set aside in her quickly filling up daily schedule an hour each day for her to read and research the subject. I glanced at some of the articles of clothing, making some mental notes of what might be confining and humiliating for he to wear, but for now, she would have to earn clothing, and I felt I might have been spending too much on her as it was.
Next I went to my doctors office, and set up an appointment to have her checked out, all tests done, and most importantly all STD test done across the board. It looked like she probably had not had any health care or dental care since she left me, so the next step was the dentist's office as well. She would be due for all of this.
The last stop before going back to the bar was to a video producer friend of mine, I spoke with him about a cheap setup for video surveillance in my house. I wanted to be able to monitor and review the bitch's activities when I wasn't home. Any infraction while I would be gone would also be captured and she would then pay dearly for it. He would be free the following morning to scope it out and set something up.
