Peace: Ch. 01

A story I wrote a while ago but never got around to finishing, until now. This is a story about one man's journey for peace in the arms of his dominatrix. More to follow in the coming days. Let me know what you think!

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Beginning

The wind was picking up a bit, the trees lightly swayed and the crisp country air brought a smile to Ben Danforth's face as he walked down the driveway to the palatial mansion in front of him. He always liked this part, the walk up from where his company car dropped him off at the gate to the estate. It was not a terribly long walk but long enough to appreciate the beauty of the countryside, something Ben was not used to back in the city. The serenity of the environment around him reminded him of his purpose here and what he sought every single time he came.

Ben was walking up to the home of Lady Christina Konigin, at least, that's what she called herself. Ben knew that was not her real name but, hey, it worked for what she was. And she was the premier dominatrix in the area, quite possibly the whole country. Men came (and paid good money) from every corner of the globe just to have the opportunity to submit themselves to her completely. Ben was one such man.

As he approached the front door a smile crept on his face. Back in the city, he was a rising star in a high power law firm well on his way to making partner. At 29, he was successful financially, successful in his career and with his well toned body, smooth, well kept brown hair in a left part and his natural charm, he could be successful in any personal relationship he sought. But despite all of that he felt like something was... missing. Something he craved on a deep, intense level. Something the hectic chaos of his job, the city and his life as a whole was simply not able to provide.

Peace.

He'd spent a lot of time trying to find that peace. He did not find it in work, did not find it in friendship, did not find it in dating, did not find it in any pursuit he took part in. Until he'd met Christina. Now, he found his peace in submission, in letting go and just.... serving. When he was on his knees and collared before her all that mattered to him was pleasing her and serving her. And in that submission, he found his peace. The irony, he found freedom in the chains, peace in the submission and catharsis in the pain. And now, every 2 or 3 weeks or so, he would make an appointment and... well, find his peace, so to speak.

He stepped up to the front door and straightened his tie. Lady Christina expected him to be well composed and well dressed and would be more than willing to throw him out if she felt his appearance was not up to her standards. He closed his eyes, breathed in and out, and rang the doorbell.

Lady Christina Konigin sat in her parlour reading as she waited for her next client. This one was a personal favourite of hers and she thoroughly enjoyed her sessions with him. He was easy on the eyes and when he went into subspace he was one of the best submissives she'd ever seen. There was also something else about him that stirred in her when she thought of him.... well, that was beside the point. Right now she was getting herself into the headspace to dominate.

She was 28 with a body to die for, one she worked hard to maintain, 36DD breasts and red hair she usually put into a ponytail, as she did right now. She was wearing a black latex dress with black opera gloves and black high heels. She looked devilishly beautiful and she knew it. Ben was going to be absolutely stunned when he arrived.

As if on cue the doorbell rang. She looked at her clock. Right on time, as usual. She leaned back in her chair and opened a laptop next to her, watching a live feed of the camera on her front door. Ben was wearing a black suit with a blue tie. He'd clearly done his hair before coming here. He looked very good, she thought as she smiled. She let a few minutes pass, making him stand outside in apprehension, before she pressed a button which opened the front door. Ben would know what to do next.

The front door swung open after a while. Master liked to keep Ben waiting, she knew she was in control and was not afraid to let him know in a thousand subtle ways like this. He hurried inside and made his way to the reception parlour. It was a path he was well familiar with.

He entered the reception parlour with his eyes to the floor. He knew better than to try and make eye contact with Master before she gave him permission.

She looked at him, taking in the sight. Yes, he was looking very good today. She let him hold that position for a good long while, letting his natural submissive tendency push him deeper into subspace. Finally, she stood up and walked to him.

"Strip."

The moment Master gave the command, he shed his clothing piece by piece, folding them neatly on the table next to where he stood as he was supposed to. In less than 2 minutes he was standing before Master, fully naked and still looking at the floor.

"Kneel."

He dropped to his knees without a moment's hesitation, keeping his eyes on the floor. She smiled and reached over to the table, grabbing the play collar and locking it on him. Now, for as long as he was here, that collar would be on his neck.

Ben felt the collar being locked on him. Whatever part of him was not in subspace immediately fell completely into submission the moment it was on him. Wearing this collar, being like this... it made him feel safe. It felt natural. He was now completely in subspace.

She began stroking his face and running her hands through his hair. He really was quite an attractive man. She gently stroked his face until at least she looked down at him and said "Look at me."

Ben looked up at the work of Aphrodite before him. She was beautiful, she was stunning, she was powerful and she had him, fully. She was still stroking his face and his hair while she gave him a penetrating stare that seemed to promise untold pleasure and unimaginable pain.

"Such a strong and powerful man back in the city. All those cases, all those important people, all those lives in your hands, all those decisions to make, all that weight on your shoulders. Don't you wish you could let go? Don't you wish you could just submit and not make any decisions, just follow and obey?"

Ben's voice was breathy now as he was fully submerged into subspace. "Yes... Master...." She smiled. "So say the words, Slave." That word. Slave. That's what he was. A Slave. Owned by this woman to be used as she saw fit. He felt the peace flow over him as he accepted his place and said the words. "I want to submit, Master. I want to obey...."

She smiled. "Good boy, Slave." She grabbed his chin, making him look at her as she stared into his very soul. "You're here until tomorrow afternoon. When morning comes around you will be released but until then. You. Are. Mine." She squeezed his chin at the final word for emphasis.

"Now, what's the safeword?" "Red, Master." "What's the slowdown word?" "Mercy, Master." "And when you are gagged?" "Mmm-mmm-mmm, Master." She smiled. "Good boy." She took a step back. "Now put your face to the floor." He immediately obeyed and was rewarded with her stepping on the side of his face. He could feel the heel, could feel the power and his own submission. "Ass up high, legs spread." He assumed the position as he heard her grab something from the table. He felt vulnerable, exposed in this position but it felt so right....

"We have quite a lot to cover this session, Slave. I want to experiment with electroshock, we need to exercise that body more and I did promise that I would give you a treat this session, did I not?" He shivered as he remembered what she had promised to do to him. "Yes, Master." He felt movement and a flogger hitting his ass and balls. It stung but he was able to keep quiet. Master's training had gotten him used to it. Mostly. "Prepare yourself, Slave, because I am going to do it to you today." She did not bother waiting for a reply as she brought the flogger down on his ass, again and again and again.

"You." SMACK "Are." SMACK "Mine." SMACK "Mine to use." SMACK "Mine to abuse." SMACK "Mine to do with as I see fit." SMACK "Mine, Slave." SMACK. Ben lost count of the number of times Master smacked him with the flogger. By the time she stopped, his ass and balls felt like they were on fire. He had to stifle his whimpers since he knew if he cried out he would get flogged more.

She stepped off his face and walked behind him to admire her work. Ben's ass and balls were red and she detected a slight shiver. She smiled. He took it well.

"Up."

Ben lifted himself to his feet, his legs shaking. She came up behind and took hold of his hands, pulling them behind his back and handcuffing them with leather bondage cuffs. He was now bound, naked, whipped, entirely at her mercy and he was loving every second.

She walked in front of him, stroking his face as she looked into her eyes. "Good boy, very good." Ben straightened his back as she said that. A tinge of pride always filled him when she spoke, pride in having served his Master. She clipped a leash to his collar and tugged at it. "Come along, Slave." She leaned in and whispered seductively in his ear.

"It's time to serve your Master."

2 Years Ago

Ben hurried down the corridor towards the conference room where his new client was waiting. This case was a real doozy according to the case briefs. He knocked on the door and opened it, entering it. Then he stopped and paused when he saw his client sitting there.

It would not be a stretch to say she was the single most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Everything, from her professional yet alluring business suit to her face with its minimal makeup (as if to say 'I am perfection and don't need that' which, to be fair, was not incorrect) seemed to exude an almost primal sensuality. This woman was, in a word, truly stunning.

After a couple of seconds in which she stared at him like he was a deer who had wandered into a lion's den his professional senses kicked in and he closed the door behind him. What was that? Whatever it was, he had a job to do.

He walked over and extended his hand. "Good afternoon, Ms Konigen, my name is Ben Danforth, I'll be representing you in this case." She took a moment to size him up, her eyes scanning him, before slowly taking his hand and firmly shaking it. A chill went down his spine. This was going to be.... interesting.

He took a seat and opened his notes, flipping to the summary page. Before he could say anything she narrowed her eyes and said "You seem remarkably young for an attorney, Mr Danforth." He looked at her and gave her a reassuring smile. "Young though I may be, I am also more experienced than my relative youth may suggest. I assure you, Ms Koningen, your case is in more than capable hands. And please, call me Ben."

She raised a quizzical brow and leaned back in her chair. "So, you've handled a lot of criminal cases, have you?" He nodded, "Yes, ma'am." Her lip curled into an almost imperceptible smirk. "Any serious cases, Mr Danforth? I feel like I am entitled to know what sort of attorney I have engaged."

His eyes dropped as he remembered some of the more.... noteworthy cases he had been part of. A case of a 17 year old facing the death penalty for allegedly murdering his father. A case of a battered wife who had shot her abuser in self defense. A case of a man accused of murdering his neighbour despite his adamant insistence of his own innocence. Cases of life and death, where failure could result in damnation of the people who had placed their very lives in his hands, not to mention the possibility of defending someone who was actually a monster. A million different questions that gnawed at him day and night intensified. Was he doing the right thing? Was he cut out for this?

After what felt like eternity but was actually just a couple of seconds Ben refocused and looked up at his client, that reassuring smile returning. "A few, unfortunately I am not at liberty to go into specifics. Confidentiality. I am sure you understand, ma'am." She nodded a response, acquiescing, but never taking her eyes off him. She looked at him like she was staring into his very soul. He looked back at his case file to try and escape her stare.

"So, this case that the District Attorney brought against you for Prostitution seems, at its face, quite lacking. I suspect the DA is more interested in making headlines than actually prosecuting you, it is an election year, after all. This case would be relatively easy to win in a courtroom but that would take time and publicity, which...." "Which I cannot afford." Her tone was icy as she interjected. He nodded. "Exactly. The DA does not want to try you in a courtroom, not really, he wants to try you in the court of public opinion so he can look like the powerful DA protecting traditional values in time for the election. And he knows that the moment your... profession becomes public, your name would be ruined anyway. Even if we win in the courtroom battle, we lose the war." She furrowed her brow slightly. It was hard to get a read on what she was thinking.

"However, there is another option. If we can get the DA to drop the case, no problem." She raised one eyebrow, inviting elaboration as he gave her a smile with just a hinge of professional pride. "And I have every confidence I can achieve that goal." Her face moved not an iota as she said, "And how, Mr Danforth, do you propose to do that?" He smiled as he closed his notebook. "You let me worry about that, Ms Konigen. The DA has offered a meeting in a couple of days, no doubt to try and scare us into accepting a convenient plea deal, save him the effort of a trial. I'll try and.... convince him of the correct path forward then. If that fails, which it won't, but if it does, we'll come up with a trial strategy. But don't worry, Ms Konigen...." He got up and extended his hand again, giving her his best comforting smile. "... you're in capable hands."

She eyed him intensely before taking his hand again. "I am entirely at your mercy, Mr Danforth." She got up and walked to the door before stopping and turning to face him. "You never asked me if I was guilty of what I have been accused of, Mr Danforth." He shrugged and gave a small wave. "It does not matter if you are. Either way, I'll do my best to defend you, Ms Konigen." She stared at him with that intense look again. "Thank you, Mr Danforth." She turned and left the conference room.

Ben exhaled and took a moment. That was... quite intense. Something about his client was magnetic, alluring. He shook his head and made his way to his office. He needed to focus right now. He would not let her down.