Peace: Chapter 2

Just Another Day

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Service

Ben followed along as Master led him with the leash towards her dining room, stopping at the head of the large dining table where some toys and equipment was waiting. She took a seat facing her Slave, stroking his erect cock while coquettishly smiling at him. "Did you enjoy the flogging, Slave?" He knew better than to look at his Master without permission and nodded, staring straight ahead. "Yes, Master." She lightly chuckled.

"This cock of yours gives you away. You enjoy being flogged, don't you?" "Yes, Master." Another chuckle. Suddenly, she squeezed his balls hard, enough to make him bend over slightly and moan in pain.

"Whose cock is this?" "It's your cock, Master." "Whose to do with as they please?" "Yours, Master." A light smack with her hand on the shaft. "That's right." Harder squeeze. "Mine." She reached next to her, on the table, and took a cube of ice she had prepared, running it over his rapidly shrinking shaft. The sensation made him shiver and softly moan.

Waiting until his cock had shrunk, she wordlessly grabbed the next item, something he was all too familiar with. She began to lock his cock in a chastity cage, smirking as she put the final lock on, trapping it. She took hold of it, squeezing it as it struggled against the cage, trying to get erect to no avail.

"It looks much better under lock and key, don't you think, Slave?" She laughed, not waiting for a response, as she got up and made her way behind him as she put on a latex glove. "Bend over." He complied, spreading his legs as he did so. He knew what was coming as he heard a squirt from a tube and a cold, wet feeling on his asshole.

"Whose ass is this, Slave?" "It's your ass, Master." SMACK. His ass still stung from the flogging which intensified the slap. "That's right, Slave." He felt a large buttplug start to stretch his asshole as she slowly slid it into him. "Mine." She said for emphasis as, finally, it slid all the way in, snug in his ass as he whimpered and moaned. "Stand up straight."

He raised his chest and closed his legs, assuming his usual position. She tapped the base of the plug, sending shots of pleasure up his spine and making him shiver and moan as he felt his cock struggle to grow against its cage. "Nice and snug. Do you like it, Slave?" Taking just a second to catch himself, he replied. "Yes, thank you, Master." One last, more forceful tap made him bend over ever so slightly before he righted himself.

He heard her discard the glove behind him followed by her sitting down in front of him. "Give me your foot." He raised it obediently, keeping it in the air as she locked a leather bondage cuff to it without a chain. She ordered him to lower it and raise the other foot, locking a cuff on as he complied. Then she got up and made his way behind him.

He felt her bite down on his neck, just below his collar, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to feel it. He exposed his neck further to her as his breath became ragged. She held his neck as he fell deeper and deeper into subspace. Finally, she let go and whispered into his ear. "You're mine, Slave."

She undid the chain locking his hands behind him but kept the cuffs on. Making her way back to the chair, she gestured to the leftover materials, the lube, the spare gloves and things like that. "Put this away, Slave." He affirmed the instruction and complied, clearing away the materials, putting them back where they belonged (he had done this enough to know where everything went).

He stood before his Master as she read a book, barely paying her Slave any mind. "Pour me a cup of tea and bring me a tea biscuit to go with it." Again, he affirmed the instruction, heading to the kitchen next to the dining room. Every step sent shivers of pleasure thanks to the plug but he pushed through, desperate to serve and please his Master.

In a few minutes he returned with a tray, a cup and saucer, a teapot and the biscuit. He knew what kind of tea Master liked. He remembered his training very early on in their sessions as she taught him how to make it exactly to her specific tastes, promising ten whips with a single tail for every failure. Suffice to say by the time he left at the end of that weekend he could not comfortably sit down for quite some time. But he always knew how to make her tea perfectly after that.

He carefully poured her tea, diligent to not drop any of it (more whippings had taught him that), dutifully placing the cup and saucer in front of her, along with a small spoon. Then, he resumed his position next to her, standing at attention and awaiting her instructions.

She casually took a sip of the tea, not taking her eyes off her book as she did so. Apprehensive, he stood still, awaiting her judgement. After an excruciatingly long pause, she said "Very good, Slave. I am pleased." Pride swelled within him as the tiniest of smiles took his face. "Thank you, Master.

She took her time drinking her tea, keeping him at attention and awaiting her instructions. After quite some time, she turned to face her Slave. "On your knees in front of me, Slave." He obeyed without delay. She smirked as she pressed her heel into his face. "Worship, Slave." He happily obeyed, gently and reverently taking her feet in his hands and began to worship them and her heels with his tongue and mouth. She continued drinking her tea as her Slave devoted himself to worshiping her feet with every fiber of his being.

She took a moment to look at him, catching him looking up at her as he worked on her feet. The look on his face was one of sheer devotion and adoration. He quickly caught himself and looked down at his task. She smiled. He was hers, fully, and she knew it.

After ten minutes devoting himself to worshiping her feet she pulled her feet back and ordered him to stand up. Gesturing to the now empty cup, he placed everything onto the tray and whisked it away, carefully cleaning everything in the sink and placing it in the drying rack. He then returned, cleaned up the crumbs on the table and floor (when he was down there she took the opportunity to tease his caged cock with her heels) and disposed of them before returning and assuming his position again.

She got up and placed her hand on his face, gently stroking it. "Very good, my Slave. Very good. Your Master is pleased with you." He leaned ever so slightly into her touch as he felt himself blush. "Thank you, Master..." He said softly. She gently made him look into her eyes as she continued stroking his face. "I think you've earned a little reward before our next phase." He looked at her, trying to keep as stoic and neutral a face as he could while being aware that he was failing miserably. "Thank you, Master."

She gently tapped his face and smiled before clipping a leash to his collar and locking the chain on his hands and feet, securing his hands behind his back and hobbling his feet. Now, he could only take relatively short steps. She tugged on his leash and led him along, taking a leisurely pace due to his leg restraints. She made their way to the backdoor of the house, stopping to take in the bound figure of her Slave.

"We're going for a walk, Slave. It's a lovely day out, after all. Besides..." She leaned in close and whispered into his ear. "..... you could use a little break before I do what I've promised I'm going to do to you, Slave." A chill went down his spine as he remembered what she had promised in their last session. He could not think on it for long, however, before she tugged on his leash and led him outside for their walk.

The Walk

The weather outside was peaceful, the light wind adding a level of serenity as they walked on her grounds. He followed along behind her obediently, the chains on his feet occasionally rattling as they slowly walked the path. She took this opportunity to ask about how he was doing. She knew what he was here for, the peace he sought, and found that a period where they could talk more.... normally, even with the usual restrictions, helped him find that peace and kept bringing him back.

She was not going to lie, she quite liked him. He was attractive, submissive, obedient, he could take what she dished out, he could serve willingly and worship her anyway she wanted at a single word from her. She enjoyed playing with him, dominating him, torturing him and using him. But beyond that, she found she genuinely enjoyed his company.

He was smart, kind and, when they interacted outside of a power exchange, he was funny and charming in an effortless way. Of all her clients, he was the one she enjoyed the most. Even now, listening to him talk about his week, his work and his thoughts, she was actually interested in what he was saying. She never had to fake interest unlike some of her other clients.

They walked past her rose garden. She saw her gardener James tending to it, pulling a few weeds from among the garden. Turning, he gave her a wave and a smirk as he saw Ben being led behind her before he went back to his work. She waved back and turned to face Ben. He was blushing but maintaining his composure otherwise.

It was not the first time someone had seen him like this, mostly the few staff she had on the grounds. They did not mind her work and paid no heed to seeing a sight like a naked, bound and caged man being led on a leash. It clearly embarrassed Ben but he was obedient enough to bear with it.

They continued on, talking as Master and Slave. Occasionally, she would reach back and squeeze his balls, pinch his nipples or smack his ass. He would moan and thank her after each. They passed a wooden post that almost looked like a gallows.

She smiled as she remembered one of the most intense sessions Ben had endured, being tied spreadeagle while she mercilessly whipped him. Not out of punishment but because it pleased her. She had whipped him until he was a blubbering mess, until he had pissed himself out of fear and pain, until he was crying and begging her to stop (though he never safeworded), and then she whipped him more after that. By the time she was finished, he was limp in his restraints and whimpering incoherently, his back a bright, hot red from the assault, his face a mess from the tears. It had not helped him that James and her repairman Trevor had been nearby, watching, and he knew it. The embarrassment, the pain, everything flowed together to make a session that she definitely would remember and got the impression he did too.

Ben fought the urge to smile as he saw the whipping post. His thoughts drifted back to that one time. She had told him she was going to whip him until he could not stand anymore. Not because he had displeased him but simply because she wanted to. He remembered the fear, the apprehension before the first strike. And when he hit, he remembered the searing pain. He cried out with each strike and she'd yelled at him to scream louder. Each strike on his back, his ass and his thighs was sheer agony, slowly overwhelming him with each hit. She'd whipped him without mercy, whipped him until his mind basically shut down and all he felt was the sensations.

The pain, the embarrassment from being watched, the fear of the next strike. But even though he was on the verge of safewording one thing kept him going. His desire to please Master. It kept him together, just enough, to make it through that grueling session. And when he thought of what happened next, he could not help but smile just a little.

She remembered seeing him hanging limply in his restraints. He looked resplendent like that, his skin an angry red from the whipping, gleaming from the sweat, truly beautiful in that state. She knew she had pushed him to the point where he'd basically shut down. Even if it was too much now he would not safeword simply because his mind was not coherent enough to do it. She set the whip down, she may want to inflict pain on him, push him right to the edge, but she did not want to damage him.

She'd walked up to him, waving her hand in front of his eyes. They did not track her movements. She gently ran her hand over his back. He whimpered but did not recoil. She gently stroked his back, stroked his face, gave him gentle little bites on his neck, telling him how proud of him she was, gently bringing him back down to earth. Her ministrations slowly brought him back, bit by bit, until he was able to stand shakily instead of hang limply.

She'd let him down and carefully guided him back to the house, allowing him to lean on her as they made their way. She guided him back into the house and instead of taking him to the playroom where she usually did aftercare she guided him to her own personal bedroom and bathroom.

There, she slowly shed his restraints, his collar, cuffs, everything. She drew a bath and applied lotions to his back. He'd obediently complied with everything she was doing, he was still not completely back and she could tell. He shed her own clothing and got in the bath with him, cuddling him as she slowly massaged his back. They sat like that for a while until, finally, she turned his head to face her and said. "I'm very proud of you today, Ben." And gently kissed him.

There were many firsts that day. First time she'd taken a client to her personal room, first time she'd been naked before a client, first time she'd used a client's name in a power exchange (especially a first name), first time she'd gone to sleep snuggling with a client, first time she'd kissed a client.

She had rules, rules she was generally unwilling to break. She did not go naked for a client (her body was precisely that, hers), she did not use a client's name, she did not sleep beside a client and she absolutely did not kiss a client. She broke all of those rules that day and, looking back, it did not bother as much as she thought it might. She never would have considered it with anyone else but with Ben it did not feel... bad. She had not done any of those since but it still lingered on her mind.

Ben was smiling as he remembered the aftercare of that particular session. It had been absolutely wonderful. He'd never experienced anything even close to that before or since. He had been tempted to ask Master about it, ask if it was something that could be repeated. However, the next morning she had pointedly talked around that which signaled that was unlikely to occur again. He figured it was a momentary indulgence, one that she would not repeat. It saddened him, certainly, but he respected it, it was ultimately her decision.

She snapped out of her reverie and continued on. They had spent a good 30 minutes out walking and talking, it was rapidly approaching time for the next activity. She smiled as she thought of the plan she had for Ben. Oh, this was going to be good.....

The Activity

Ben followed as he was led towards the playroom. It was a corridor he was very familiar with. She turned to face Ben, smiled deviously, and opened the door, leading them inside.

The playroom was quite a large room, filled with shelves and drawers full of toys and just about every piece of bondage furniture you could think of. Stocks, cages, St Andrew's Crosses, basically anything you could imagine. This was not even the only playroom in the building, there was a room for roleplay of all kinds, medical, police, there were cells, many of which Ben had been inside and some he had not. There was a reason she was one of the most premier doms around.

This playroom, however, was the best equipped. It was for one thing and one thing only, the total submission, restraint and domination of anyone unlucky (or lucky) enough to be at her mercy in it. And right now that person was Ben.

She unclipped the leash and the chains from his cuffs. Before he could do anything, however, she smacked his ass with a riding crop and ordered him towards one of the pieces of furniture. It was a flat metal table with raised edges on all sides. There were chains that could be adjusted at each corner to restrain the victim. Ben had been on it a few times and they had all been memorable.

She ordered him on it and once he had climbed on, she chained his arms and legs to the corners, tightening them so he was held spread eagle. She then used two more chains, attaching them to his collar, before pulling them taunt. He was well and truly trapped, he could not move his arms, legs or even his head. She leaned over him, giving him a taunting smile.

"Comfortable, Slave?" "Yes, Master." Came the slightly strained reply. She lightly chuckled. "Good. You've got quite a session ahead of you..." She took hold of his cock, giving it a squeeze. "... and this poor cock of yours is going to get quite thoroughly abused, isn't it, Slave?" He was quite breathy now. "Yes, Master...."

She took the key to the cage out and unlocked it, slowly pulling the cage off his cock. Almost immediately it sprang to life, fully erect. It was only slightly about average in length but it did have a noteworthy girth to it. She tutted and started stroking his cock. "Such a dirty slut you are, aren't you? Getting so hard that quickly, you dirty pervert." Ben was quite breathy now and replied raspily. "I am, I am a dirty, slutty pervert, Master...."

She grabbed his face with her free hands, still stroking his cock, and looked intensely into his eyes. "Whose dirty, slutty pervert are you, Slave?" He looked back, his eyes wide with submission, want and desperation. "I am your dirty, slutty pervert, Master..." She squeezed his cock. "Mine." She held that stare for a while before letting go and stepping out of his sight. He could hear her taking out a few pieces of equipment somewhere out of his view.

She returned with a trolley with wheels, the kind you would see in a hospital. On it was an assortment of toys that he could not make out at this angle. She put on a pair of black latex gloves and gave him a mischievous grin. This was going to be fun.

She first took a bottle of water, holding it to his lips so he could drink something. "You're going to need it, Slave." She said with a smirk. That filled him with anticipation and apprehension. Once he had enough he thanked Master and licked his lips. She put the bottle away and picked up a flogger, smirking. "Let's start with a dose of the familiar, shall we?"

She flogged his chest and thighs, careful to avoid his cock, tenderizing the flesh and reveling in his screams of pain. He was in pain but not an intolerable amount. He knew this was just the warm up act to the main event.

After 30 or so smacks she set it down. "There, nice and warmed up, Slave." In between pants he replied. "Thank... thank you... Master...." She felt his chest and thighs. Warm to the touch but nothing out of the ordinary. She reached behind her as she took his balls into her hands. "Such a lovely cock I have here to use. I feel like it's been neglected for a bit, don't you agree, Slave?" "Yes, Master...." He felt his face go pale when he saw what she had reached for. A zapper was in her hands. "Time to pay a little attention to that cock of yours, Slave."

She began zapping his cock over and over again, the head, the shaft, the balls. Each zap was a shot of agony. He struggled in the very limited form he could but there was no getting away from it and he knew it. Each zap elicited a scream and a jolt from him and she was loving every second.

"Such a nice cock this is." ZAP scream. "I do like using this cock, Slave." ZAP scream. "I'm really enjoying myself right now, how about you, Slave?" ZAP scream.

She continued her assault on his cock, enjoying the delectably pained screams. For his part, he seemed to be enjoying it in his own way. After several more zaps, though, she had her fill of zapping for the time being. She put away the zapper and picked up a ring gag. "I love a good ring gag. All the benefits of being gagged while still being allowed to hear my Slave scream."

She put the gag to his lips and he obediently opened, allowing her to fit the gag into his mouth and buckling it on. His mouth was now being forced open and all he could make were basic sounds. She smiled and disappeared again, reappearing in front of him with an enema bag. The sight of it filled him with dread, enemas were especially painful for him. She saw the look on his face and cooed, stroking his face.

"I know you don't like enemas, Slave, but I like giving them to you and you do want to please me, don't you?" He looked at her, a mix of dread and devotion on his face, and made the noise closest to 'Yes, Master' that he could. She smiled and tapped his face. "Good boy." He felt his face blush as she clipped the bag full of liquid to a hook above her. "Don't worry, Slave..." She said as she gently pulled the plug currently in his ass out, eliciting a moan from him. ".... it's only soapy water this time, nothing exotic like last time."

He shuddered as he remembered the spice enema he got last time. Beyond the cramping and the pain, the true horror for him about that was that it required more enemas to flush out of his system, prolonging the humiliating experience.

Once the old plug was out she set it aside and applied new lube before placing the nozzle of the enema bag's tube against his hole and slowly pushing it in. This one was easier to take since it was narrower. Once it was in and snug she gave him a grin and opened the flow of the bag.

He felt his bowels fill up with the soapy water. It felt cool but he knew that, after enough time, the cramps and the pain would come, along with the humiliation of expulsion. She rubbed his tummy gently. "I hope you're ready, Slave, you'll be holding this for a while." He moaned in response. She lightly chuckled in response and monitored the filling.

Once he was full with the 1 gallon enema she slowly pulled out the nozzle before reinserting the original plug from earlier, making him moan in discomfort. He felt completely filled and he could feel the cramps coming. She gently massaged his tummy, helping to spread the enema out more. She smiled at him and said. "Good boy." Despite the discomfort and humiliation he felt a tinge of pride, looking away as he felt his face redden.

After enough time had passed for the enema to settle, she turned to the tray to retrieve the final toys. "I hope, Slave, you have not forgotten my promise to you from last time." He looked at her, concern on his face. She smirked and presented the sounding rod she had acquired. "I promised you a good sounding, did I not?" He looked at the rod with fear. It looked huge, there was no way it was going to fit.

She took a small bottle of lube, spreading it around his urethral hole as she stroked his cock. "You think you're full, Slave?" She lubed up the tip of the rod. "Just wait till this is inside you." She carefully pressed the tip to his penis and looked at him. His whole body was tense, he face fearful. He was looking at the rod, laser focused, his eyes not even blinking. "Just remember, Slave, this will be easier if you relax."

With that, she gently began to slide the rod into his cock. As it slid in more and more he felt the pressure in his cock, it was not painful, per say, but it was an incredibly intense feeling, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. Once it was in deep enough she released it and let it slide down on its own while she stroked his cock. He let out a moan as it slid down further and further until it reached the deepest part it could go. His whole cock felt absolutely full and the sensation he felt was an intense mix of pleasure and pain.

She slowly rotated the rod, eliciting a loud moan from his as the sensation intensified further. "Feel full, Slave?" A moan came as the response. She chuckled and kept rotating the rod. "Good boy." She started pulling out the rod. Removing it was an equally intense sensation. Once the rod was out she applied more lube on the rod. "Don't worry, Slave, just need to lube it back up and it will go right back in."

Once it was lubed again she slid it back in slowly, letting it slide down again. Again, the sensation he felt was intense and he moaned until it was all the way down. She stroked his cock, adding to the intensity of the feeling as she rotated the rod and slid it up and down gently. The pleasure pain he was feeling was intense and was beginning to overtake the rest of his senses as she intensified her stroking.

"You've been such a good boy today. I feel like you deserve a little reward." Her stroking became faster and faster. "Don't you want a reward, Slave? Don't you want to cum?" He looked at her, moaning loudly, begging her with his eyes. Her strokes were getting faster and faster. Then she reached under and pressed into his taint.

He could feel the tip of the sound against his prostate. Between the enema, the sound and her stroking his cock, the sensations overwhelmed him and he came, his whole body convulsing in his restraints. The sound, however, ment his cum had nowhere to go. He felt the pressure build up in his cock as the cum forced its way past the sound, seeping out of his cock while it felt like his urethral passage had expanded 3 times larger than usually. He was screaming as he came, the mix of pain and pleasure overwhelming all rational thought.

He lay there panting, his mind still coming down from the orgasm. She pulled the sound out, letting the rest of his cum seep out as he moaned involuntarily. She wiped away his cum with her hand, depositing it in his mouth. "Swallow." It tasted acrid but he obeyed, licking and swallowing his own cum dutifully. She cooed as he did so. "Good boy."

She picked up the sound and wiped the cum off it, reapplying the lube to it. He looked at her with fear on his face. "But I don't remember giving you permission to cum, Slave." His eyes widened as she attached a wire to the part of the sound that did not enter the cock. The wire was attached to an electro box. The fear inside him was rising now as she, again, placed the tip to his urethral hole.

"Such a naughty slut, cumming without permission. Don't you deserve to be punished for being such a horny, disobedient slut, Slave?" He whimpered through his gag, looking at her with fear in his eyes. She started to push the sound in, then pulled it out and placed it on the tray. He gasped and began to breathe in and out. She grabbed his face and stared into his eyes intensely.

"Don't think you've escaped punishment, Slave. You've been granted a temporary stay, not forgiveness. And in our next session I am going to punish you with interest. Understand?" He nodded, not breaking eye contact with her. She roughly grabbed his cock, squeezing it. "Mine." He whimpered. She got even closer, right up to him, eye to eye. "MINE." She said more forcefully and with an intensity he had not seen before.

She held the gaze, the intensity felt by both. They looked into each other's very soul. After a few moments passed she let go and stood up on the table, standing tall above him. "You are mine, Slave." She pulled up her skirt, exposing her pussy. It looked absolutely beautiful and he could not take his eyes off of it.

She looked down at the bound Slave beneath her. "You belong to me. And now, I'm going to mark you as mine, Slave." She spread her legs slightly as a slow stream of piss began to trickle onto him. He moaned as he was marked by his Master. The stream hit his chest and his face, getting into his open mouth, causing him to shut his eyes and sputter as he swallowed her piss. "Mine." Her voice was breathy now, an unusual sign of discomposure, as well as she marked her Slave.

When her stream finally pittered out and ended, he was covered in her piss and still sputtering from swallowing it. She pulled her skirt down and got off the table, taking a cloth and wiping his eyes so he could see. She stroked his piss covered face. "Good boy, very good boy." He looked up as her, his eyes clearly showing the full depth of his submission, he was in total subspace. "Mine."

A wave of cramps hit him at the moment and he cringed as the pain washed over him. She saw his reaction and cooed at him "Do the cramps hurt, Slave?" She massaged his tummy again "Do you want to expel it?" He nodded and whimpered as she gently rubbed his tummy. She unbuckled the gag and unchained his hands before relocking them behind his back. She then unchained his legs and helped him off the table. He was still covered in piss but she allowed him to lean on her as he doubled over from the cramps.

She led him towards the bathroom attached to the playroom. Every step intensified the feeling of fullness in his gut. They entered the bathroom and she made him lean against a wall, spread his legs and assume a position where he was unstable and reliant on her for balance. She tapped the plug in his ass, making him whimper and shiver from it.

"I'm going to pull out the plug. Don't you dare expel it until I give you the order, Slave." He moaned and whimpered in response, desperately trying to clench his ass as she slowly pulled out the plug. It popped out and, mercifully, he was able to hold the enema, at least for the time being.

She helped him stand up and led him to the toilet in the room, sitting him down on it. He was clenching hard as another cramp hit him, he could feel his muscles painfully tighten as he whimpered, managing to hold it despite the pain. She grabbed hold of his chin, making him look at her. "Look at me. Don't you dare look away, Slave." She looked at him with that intensity again, baring into his very soul. "Expel."

He expelled it, whimpering as he did so. They looked right into each other's eyes, his face reddening from the embarrassment and the humiliation as she stoically stared at him. After he fully expelled the enema (it took a while given how full he was) she wordlessly flushed the toilet. He was still looking into her eyes but the humiliation and embarrassment was clear in his face. She gently stroked his face. "Are you embarrassed, Slave?"

"Yes, Master...." He whimper-whispered. She rested his head against her chest, cuddling it and stroking it. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. It's a normal human action and I ordered you to do it. I'm not upset by it. In fact, I am very proud of you, Slave. You did very well today." He leaned into her chest and closed his eyes, absorbing his words as he entered a post euphoric submissive stage. He felt small and vulnerable but in a good way. They stayed like that for a good few minutes, enjoying the moment.

Eventually, she stepped back and made him look up at her, holding his head in both hands. "Time to clean you up, Slave." She stood him up and led him to the shower in the corner. She unbuckled all his restraints and led him to the shower head. There was a chain hanging from the ceiling, she quickly wrapped it around his neck and padlocked it, locking him in place. She stepped back and took in the sight before her, nodding approvingly. "There is soap in the dish to your right, clean yourself up, especially your ass. I expect you to be finished by the time I return, Slave." She turned and started walking out of the bathroom. "Enjoy the shower."

He turned the water on, pulling the shower head out of the socket it was resting in. This was usually a sign that she was pleased with the events of the day, if she was not pleased then 'cleaning up' would be her spraying him down in the yard with a garden hose. He rinsed his body, letting the warm water run down his face. In this moment, he felt the utmost catharsis from having pleased and served his Master in every way he could. He found the quiet moments after a session allowed him to absorb his submission and achieve the catharsis he sought.

In his quiet reverie he failed to notice that she had stopped in the doorway and was observing him. That intense expression was back as she watched him run the water over himself. She looked at the collar in her hand and back to him. Before she turned to go do what she needed to do she firmly but quietly said something, so quiet you would have to be right next to her to hear the words.

"You are mine, Ben."

Gentle Ministrations

When she returned he had finished cleaning himself and was standing, dripping wet. She had changed out into a different dress, a dark blue latex one. She carried with him some light restraints and a towel. She approached him, setting the restraints aside for the moment.

"Good boy. Are you cold, Slave?" He nodded, his teeth chattering. "Y.. yes, M-Master..." She cooed. "Poor boy, all cold and wet." She began to towel him off, gently patting the towel on his back and sides. "Here, let Master's gentle ministrations make you feel better, Slave." She tended to his entire body, drying off every bit of him before finishing by toweling his hair off.

Once she was satisfied he was dry, she threw the towel into the laundry basket nearby and picked up the restraints, cuffing his hands behind him with the leather bondage cuffs. She did the same to his feet then collared him again, unlocking the chain around his neck securing him in place. Clipping a leash to him, she guided him in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

"One last thing before we proceed, Slave." She got up real close behind him, her body pressing into his, and looked over his shoulder as she picked up a comb. She slowly combed his hair into a neat part, just the way she liked it. As she did so, she cooed into his ear. "You are beautiful, Slave. Never doubt that. My beautiful, handsome Slave."

His expression was one of soft vulnerability as she did so. "Thank you, Master...." He quietly whispered. She let her words sink into him as she kept combing his hair softly. She knew that these little acts of tender domination affected him almost as much as the more intense, painful ones, and she was more than willing to oblige. She found she enjoyed them as well. Seeing him in this soft, vulnerable headspace was... endearing for her.

The rest of the day went relatively quietly. It was getting late and she needed to feed him before putting him to bed for the night. She led him to the dining room, sitting him down on the chair next to the head of the table. She tapped his nose and said. "Don't go anywhere, Slave." She then walked over to the kitchen. She had prepared a meal, butter chicken curry and rice (flexing her culinary interests) while he was in the shower. Naturally, she had kept and eye on him, a camera with a direct feed to her tablet and a button to release the chain that had kept him restrained while he showered. She took no undue risks with her clients.

She returned with two plates, setting one down in front of him as she set the other in front of her chair. "Given how obedient you were today, excluding your cumming without permission...." He looked down and blushed at that. ".... I've decided to forgo your requirement to wait on me for this meal, Slave." She took a seat next to him as he looked at her, the soft expression still on his face. "Thank you, Master."

The rest of the meal went relatively simply. She would alternate between taking a spoonful of her food and feeding him a spoonful of his and letting him have a sip of water. They chatted a bit more about this and that, chatter she actually enjoyed, taking their time and enjoying each other's company. He quite liked the meal, the food was tasty and the spice was not overpowering. The meal went by slowly but they both enjoyed it immensely.

Once the meal was finished she carried the plates and cutlery away, leaving to be washed later. She returned and stood him up, wiping his mouth and inspecting his body. He looked absolutely beautiful and she took the sight of him in. Still, she had one final thing to do now. It was late and it was time to secure him for the night.

She led him on the leash towards the cells. It was where she kept clients overnight, usually. It was a long walk, the cells were nestled deep in one of the wings of the house. After a short walk, however, they arrived at the cells.

There were 3 cells, Isolation, Punishment and Overnight. She smiled as she observed the two big, metal doors marked 'Isolation' and 'Punishment'. Isolation was padded and so quiet inside that the silence itself could be deafening. It was usually used for sensory deprivation or some specific medical play.

Punishment, however, was different. There was no padding, in fact there was nothing in there at all except a drain in the corner. It was small and designed to be incredibly uncomfortable to spend long periods of time in. She turned to look at him and smiled at his reaction. He was intimately familiar with both cells and knew the full extent of the.... unique experience that came with confinement in them.

Today, however, it was Overnight's turn for use. It was, comparatively, simple, a metal toilet in the corner, a sink and a mirror and a simple bed were the extent of the luxuries inside. It looked like a cell you could find in a prison and, thus, also found use in prison roleplay.

Arriving at the cell door, she unlocked the chain on his hands and feet (but kept the cuffs on both) and unleashed the collar. She swung the heavy cell door open, ordering him inside. He obeyed and she swung it closed, locking him in.

She looked at him through the bars as he adjusted to the relative freedom. "I am going to turn off the light in 20 minutes, Slave. I expect your teeth brushed and any other... matters you need to attend to finished by then. Understand?" "Yes, Master." She turned, paused and turned back. "And no playing with yourself or else." She let the promise of punishment hang in the air for a bit. "Good night, Slave." She turned and walked out of his view.

He watched her walk out of view as he looked around the cell. It had been quite a day today but he smiled. Despite it all, he loved every second. He enjoyed letting go, enjoyed serving Master, enjoyed the submission. He closed his eyes and felt it. The peace he sought. He reveled in it for just a moment before he went to do his nightly rituals.

She watched him through her tablet as he slept soundly on the bed. She'd turned the light off sometime ago and watched as he had drifted off to sleep. She gently stroked the screen as he slept, he looked serene and.... peaceful like that. She had changed out of her 'work clothing' and was just wearing a bathrobe with her hair down now as she sat in the living room, relaxing.

She heard footsteps behind her and turned to see James walking up behind her, a goofy smile on his face as he waved at her. "Hey, Sis! How was work?" He chucked and she could not help but laugh as well. James had always been the funny one, even when they'd been kids.

"Pretty good, not going to lie. I definitely think he enjoyed himself too." She gestured at the screen. He cocked his head to the side. "Well, it's not like he would tell you if he didn't." She gasped and threw a pillow at him. "Oh, shut up!" Her tone was playful. He caught the pillow and dropped it back on the couch. "Losing your edge, Sis, not quite the hurler you used to be." She stuck her tongue out at him and laughed.

James looked down, his face getting a bit more serious, before looking back at her. "That's him, I take it?" She looked back at him, still smiling but with more... conviction. "Yes, that's him." James looked around, clearly trying to carefully select his words. "Are you sure about this, Sis? We dont even know if he feels the same way." She interrupted him, her tone confident. "Yes, I know. But I'm sure I need to try."

She set the tablet down and stood up, putting her hands on either side of her brother's shoulders. "It's going to be ok, James. I promise." Ever since they had been kids those words had never failed to calm James down during some of the darker moments of their childhood. He looked nervous but steeled himself. "Ok, Sis. I'm with you all the way. Always." He looked away. "I gotta go do something, Trevor needed my assistance with moving a thing." He reached over and kissed her on the cheek. "Have a good night, Sis." He turned and walked back the way he came from.

She did have to admit, however, that James was right. What she was planning was risky and if it went wrong... well, it would not go wrong. She sat down and watched Ben through the camera. It would not go wrong. Simple as that.

2 Years Ago

She sat next to Danforth, her attorney, outside the DA's office. He had personally taken lead counsel on this case, Danforth told her, to help his chances in the coming election. She projected an outward air of confidence but on the inside she was beside herself with worry, a bundle of nerves and not much else. If this case went public she would be finished. No one would ever consider her services if they had to worry about their picture in the papers the following morning.

Danforth assured her he was in control but she found herself incredibly uncomfortable with the prospect of being in his hands. The guy was cute, sure, but he looked like he had just stumbled out of law school yesterday. Despite his assurances, she found herself anxious. Still, there was nothing to be done about it now, all she could do is trust him.

The door to the DA's office opened and out stepped the DA himself, gesturing for them to enter. She got up, following Danforth as they entered his office. Her nerves were on edge, she knew her fate was about to be decided in the next few minutes.

And she did not expect the result she got. As soon the obligatory small talk was out of the way Danforth tore into the DA mercilessly. He threatened him with a countersuit, a motion to dismiss he would surely win, a media tour that would shame the DA for not only persecuting a poor, helpless independent businesswoman but as an incompetent oaf, a media tour that Danforth assured him would not make the DA look good come election day. Perhaps most damning of all, however, he threatened to reveal some of the... creative leaps with 'facts' the DA had made in his initial filing to the judge which, naturally, Danforth could prove the DA knew were not true. By the time the meeting was over not only had the DA agreed to drop the charges and never, ever speak of this case again (especially to the media), he apologized to Lady Konigen for the inconvenience caused.

As they left the DA's office and stepped into the street, Danforth turned to her with a pleased look on his face. "Well, Ms Konigen, I think that settles this case. The DA will steer clear of you from now on." She maintained her stoic expression but inside she was elated. "I must say, Mr Danforth, I am impressed." Danforth smiled. "I always aim to serve well, Ms Konigen." A small, almost imperceptible smirk creeped onto her face. "I am beginning to gather that." She said.

Something about this man intrigued her, piqued her curiosity. She found herself wondering what it was about him that caught her attention. "Thank you, Mr Danforth." She extended her hand to him. He smiled, clearly pleased with himself. "Just another day, Ms Konigen." He shook her hand, said goodbye and walked down the street, heading back to his office. She watched him go. Yes, something about this man intrigued her. And she was going to find out more about this man, one way or another.....