Peace: Chapter 3

Chapter 3: New Realities

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A Very Different Kind of Proposition

It had been a week since that last session with Christina. Ben had gone back home re-energized and ready for another week or two of the rat race and the stress of it all. Instead, he'd found his cases were being slowly cleared with no new cases coming in. He'd been a bit weirded out by it and then his boss had hit him with a rather unexpected twist. They'd asked him to clear his leave, a month's worth, in one foul swoop, basically to take a one month vacation.

It was strange for sure but he did not have a real choice in the matter, apparently, so he took the paid vacation without question. It did leave a big question as to what exactly he was going to do with himself for a month but as he drove home he was not too worried. He'd have plenty of time to figure something out.

Finally, after a relatively quiet drive back to his apartment he stood in the lift, waiting for it to arrive at his floor, contemplating his schedule. A smile crept on to his face as he thought of Christina. Maybe a session or two would help pass the time? As it turned out, he needn't have thought about that as the elevator arrived at his floor.

He raised his eyebrow as he approached his front door. Someone was standing outside with their back to him. As he approached, they turned to face him. "Christina?"

His voice carrying a tone of pleasant surprise. She was wearing a dark trench coat and had her hair down. She smiled at him and took a step towards him. "Ben. It's nice to see you."

He stopped, fishing in his coat pocket for his keys. "Likewise. But what are you doing here?" He was smiling but his eyes did show a hint of uncertainty. She stepped back from the door, gesturing at it.

"Well, Ben, I want to talk to you, if I may. Could we step inside?" He pulled his keys out, nodding as he opened the door and gestured for her to enter.

He took her coat, she was wearing a well put together blue dress that really complimented her, and offered her a drink which she accepted. Once they were situated in the living room, sitting across each other on an L couch, with their drinks, she leaned forward, her eyes never leaving his. Something about her demeanor, however, reminded him of that time they met all those years ago. She seemed..... apprehensive.

"So, I'm just going to come out and be direct. I know you are free for a month."

He raised an eyebrow as he loosened his tie, he'd not bothered taking off his suit. "Oh? How do you know that?" She kept her eyes on his as she continued.

"Because I am the one who convinced your boss to give you that month off." His mouth opened as he froze, processing what she said as she continued. "It was not easy. Sure, your superior is a client of mine and they owe me one or two favours, but you are an incredibly important part of the firm, they assure me. It took some time but I eventually got your boss to let you go for the month."

He looked at her, still aghast. "You?" He stuttered as he tried to process his thoughts. "But... Wh... Why?" She still stared right at him, eyes never leaving his.

"Because, well, I want you, Ben." If the previous bombshell stopped him in his tracks this floored him. He looked at her blankly as she stood and slowly walked to his side. "I've wanted you for some time now. Not as a client but as something.... more." She sat next to him, her eyes burrowing into his soul. "I want to own you. I want you to be mine and mine alone, mind, body and soul."

She reached out and held his face in her hands. His breathing was getting heavier as a wave of different emotions hit him. "I want you to be my Slave, Ben. To fully give yourself over to me. Completely. I want you to submit to me, Ben," She leaned forward, her lips right next to his ears as she whispered. "And I know you want to submit too."

He shivered and closed his eyes, completely at a loss as to what to do or even what to think.

She took his hands in hers, giving them a reassuring squeeze as she leaned back, looking into his eyes. Her expression had changed from one of confidence to..... vulnerability. "What are you thinking, Ben?"

He opened his mouth and froze, not knowing quite what to say. She smiled and squeezed his hands, reassuring him and letting him take as much time as he needed to process.

"I'm going to be honest, I don't know what to think," He looked at her. "I like you. I like you a lot. I enjoy your company, both in and outside that.... context. And I would be lying if I said I had not.... thought of something similar," She held her face stoic but he knew her well enough by now to know that she was anxious. "But I never thought you thought of me that way. I never knew that you... wanted... well, me."

Her face brightened. He was not completely opposed to it. That was a good starting point. He continued to verbalize his thoughts. "I'm certainly interested, Christina. I would be interested in pursuing something....... more with you." Her face really brightened up. "But if we are going to do this, we really do need to talk things over first."

She squeezed his hands again, beaming. "Of course, Ben. What do you want to discuss?"

He laughed, a nervous laugh, and smiled. "Well, ummm.... first, I suppose, umm... well, I like to submit to you. I like being submissive to you in our sessions, I even enjoy it for prolonged periods of time. But I don't know about slavery, I don't know if I want to be like that. And there are so many things about a potential.... relationship that we would have to work out."

She leaned forward slightly as she tilted her head, just a bit. He was interested. Now it was just the matter of getting him to go along with it.

"I do have an idea, Ben. If you are comfortable with this, perhaps we could... try it out a little," She raised her hand to his face, lightly stroking it. "You have a month of free time," She smiled. "Why not try things out a little? Try a little.... slavery. The usual safewords would apply, if you want to stop at any time, it stops, we just try it out a little, see how you enjoy it?" He looked at her and.... well, to be honest, he was incredibly tempted. She could see that and knew she only needed one final push.

"You're safe with me, Ben. No matter what happens, I will never hurt you. You're safe," She ran her thumb over his cheek as he leaned into her hand, sighing softly.

"Ok," He said softly as he looked at her, vulnerability on his face now. "... I trust you..."

She smiled, leaned forward and kissed him. "Good boy." She whispered in his ear as she kept stroking his face. "I'm going to give you a little something. You'll go to sleep and wake up back at my estate where your slavery will begin. Just remember, you can stop it all anytime you want, you're safe and I will never hurt you. Ok?"

She leaned back as he looked at her softly. "Ok," Came his soft reply, his tone still vulnerable. She smiled as she stroked his face, getting up and walking to her coat.

He sat still, his mind all over the place. He was really going to do this? Submit to her for a month, let her drug him and take him away to do whatever she wanted? He fiddled with his hands nervously. He was... apprehensive but also... excited and eager. He wanted to try this, he was just afraid of what he might discover about himself.

She returned with a syringe and a small alcohol swab. She took his hand in hers and swabbed a bit right on the top of his hand, around the veins. She held the syringe and looked at him, holding his hand. "Do you want to do this, Ben?"

He looked at her. He did not know fully just what was about to happen but... well, he trusted her. And he was more than willing to try it. He smiled as best he could.

"I am yours."

New Beginnings

Ben's eyes fluttered as he began to stir. He felt groggy and disoriented. He tried to reach up to wipe his eyes but his hands were restrained behind him. His mind immediately shot awake as he tried to remember what happened and what his state was. He looked down at his body, he was in a bondage chair, he was naked and he was tied up. His legs were restrained so he was holding them open and his hands were buckled to the back of the chair. He felt a thick collar on his neck that made it difficult to look down and he was gagged with a ball gag. He blinked and looked around as he tried to remember how he got here.

Images of the night came flashing back to him, meeting Christina, her proposition and the slight prick of the needle in his arm before darkness. He leaned back in the chair as he remembered. He had wanted to be here and that brought a level of calm to his mind even as he felt apprehensive. The sound of footsteps behind him told him he was not alone as the ever beautiful figure of Christina wearing a silk robe appeared before him.

"Hello, Ben. Sleep well?" She smirked and slowly circled him, disappearing behind him. He began breathing heavily, unable to see her behind him. He felt her hand slowly circle his throat from behind him while she lightly squeezed, limiting his breathing. She kissed his cheek and whispered seductively in his ear.

"I bet you're thinking a million things right now, a million different questions. Where am I, what's going on?" She began slowly circling back in front of him, her hand still on his throat. She leaned in close in front of him, her face close to his, looking right into his eyes. She squeezed his throat harder, eliciting a moan.

"Well, to be frank, Ben, none of that really matters. What matters is this. You. Are." She squeezed harder still, choking him as he looked at her, his eyes wide. "Mine."

She held the pressure and her gaze as he struggled to breathe. Finally, after several seconds, she let go, stroking his face as he hyperventilated as she softly cooed at him, calming him.

Once he had stabilized, she continued. "You belong to me, Ben." Those words sent a chill down his spine. "You're here as my Slave for as long as I want you," She stared at him intensely, stroking his face, before leaning forward, whispering in his ear. "But remember, this all stops if you want. All you have to do is say the magic word, Ben." She leaned back, a comforting expression on her face as she smiled. "You're safe, Ben. I'm not going to hurt you." She kissed him gently. "I promise."

Her expression slowly changed from comforting to more... playful. "But, you are entirely at my mercy, Ben. No one is going to come for you. You are here, you are mine, mine to do with as I please, entirely at my mercy for as long as I want you."

A dozen thoughts raced through his head, apprehension, a slight tinge of fear but also.... comfort? A feeling of security? Despite it all, he felt safe. He refocused as she continued.

"Why am I doing this, you may ask?" She pulled the belt on her robe, letting it fall off her to reveal her fully naked body. It was only the 2nd time in his life that Ben had gotten to see her fully naked and she was beautiful. Even as apprehensive as he was he could not help but admire the curves of her breasts, her thighs, her milky soft skin, everything about her gorgeous body.

"Well, Ben, it is quite simple," She slowly swaggered towards him. "I have spent my entire life looking for someone," She placed her hands on his shoulders. "Looking for someone to own, looking for someone to possess, looking for someone to make my slave, mind, body and soul," She sat on top of him, straddling his lap. Her pussy was right next to his fully erect cock and Ben could feel the wetness of her pussy.

"And I have chosen you, Ben. You are mine. You belong to me, completely," She cupped his jaw in her hands and made him look at her with his limited mobility. She looked at him intensely, an expression that he had trouble placing.... obsession, he realized. Intense, longing obsession. "I don't just want to own you, though. I want to take you. I want to make you mine. I want to break you completely until you submit yourself to me, fully. And I am going to break you, Ben."

She grabbed his cock with her other hand, stroking it as he began breathing harder. Despite everything, he was still incredibly aroused. "You seem quite excited by the idea, Ben," She smiled and giggled a bit. Everything about this was beyond anything Ben was used to, he was trapped completely and he knew it. Even the way she was acting was different from what he was used to, this seemed more.... natural?

She raised herself and guided his cock to the lips of her pussy. She looked at him, smiling, the intense expression still there. "But first, I want to consummate your slavery. I want to use my slave for my pleasure, Ben," She slowly slid down onto his cock, moaning with pleasure as she did so. She looked into his eyes as she dug the nails of one hand into his back. "Mine," She said through laboured breaths.

She began bouncing on his cock, moaning louder and louder, the breathing getting more and more laboured, repeating 'Mine' over and over again. He was also moaning, his breathing getting equally difficult. They were both incredibly aroused as she fucked him mercilessly. Finally, after her relentless assault on his cock, they both exploded into climax together, she, digging her nails into his back, leaving scratch marks, throwing her head back and crying out in sheer ecstasy like a wolf howling to her pack and him, pulling against his bonds, crying out as loud as the gag would let him, his eyes almost rolling back into his head.

They both breathed heavily, coming back down from that almost transcendent experience. She was still on top of him with his cock in her as she looked at him, an expression of softness and her face. "Mine," She kissed him, again and again, repeating that as she did so. He felt soft, vulnerable and submissive. He felt those words sink in. Hers. She was right. He was hers, he was entirely at her mercy, and the submissive side in him reveled in that fact even as the rational side was still unsure.

After several minutes of kissing, she slid off his cock, eliciting a moan from both of them. She smiled down at him, that intense expression returning. "My slave. Mine," She stroked his cheek as she did so. He looked at her, the vulnerability he was feeling plain on his face. This was what she wanted, she wanted him to bare himself to her completely, to be owned by her. She smiled and leaned forward, kissing him softly on his forehead.

She let him collect himself for a moment before she began to speak. "In this coming month, Slave, I am going to train you to accept your new position as my property," She stroked his cheek softly. "It will be very tough. This first week will be difficult. In fact, this first week will be hell." He looked at her fearfully. "I'm going to break you, Ben. I'm going to break you down mentally so that I can make you accept your new reality." His eyes widened as she continued her gentle stroking and slowly took off the ball gag. He tried to make a noise but she put a finger to his lips and softly shushed him.

"But I want you to know something. I do care about you, Ben, I do value you. And no matter what happens, no matter what I do to you, I want you to know I will never hurt you. I will inflict all sorts of tortures and pain on you for whatever reason I want but I will never hurt you, Ben," She looked at him softly, her hand on his cheek. "Do you trust me, Ben?"

He looked vulnerable and he had a thousand thoughts going a million different directions in his head. Part of him wanted to beg, part of him wanted to demand, part of him wanted to threaten. But the biggest part of him, a little voice in his head, told him to trust her. And, looking inside himself, he found that he did trust her. This was crazy, she might very well be crazy, but he did trust her.

"Yes, Master....."

Her face lit up as she smiled. "Good boy." She began to kiss him again, stroking his face. "My good boy." Finally, after many kisses were had, she leaned in close to his face, gazing directly into his eyes.

"Mine."

Knock Them Down

Ben's eyes fluttered open from his fitful rest. He was in the Isolation cell. It was padded on all sides, including the floor, and was so quiet it was actually legitimately disconcerting. Spending prolonged periods of time here was uncomfortable, to say the least, and Ben had just spent the night, trussed up in a straightjacket. At least he was not gagged and the floor was padded but it was still an uncomfortable sleep regardless.

He could not see anything with the light off, that combined with the eerie silence was a form of torture all on its own. He felt his anxiety and fear elevate with every passing second as a million thoughts went through his head. What was going to happen next? He did not know the answers but feared what they could be.

He tried to push his thoughts aside by focusing on last night. He remembered coming home, he remembered waking up and he remembered Christina fucking him. She had been gentle but firm afterward, feeding him in the chair before releasing him from it. She put this straightjacket on him and told him it was time to get some rest for tomorrow.

He looked around for all the good it did him in this darkness. She had said that tomorrow was going to be especially hard and that he had better get some rest to prepare. His fear raised significantly at the thought of whatever she was going to subject him too. With nothing else to distract him his mind went wild, speculating on the exact nature of the hell he was about to be subjected to. It did not take long for him to begin sobbing, overwhelmed by events.

He did not know how long it took for the light to flicker on and the heavy cell door to swing open. He looked up, tears on his cheeks. She was wearing a bright yellow sun dress that went just below her knees with lacy white gloves and black high heels. She looked like she was getting ready for a day in the park. Good lord above, she was beautiful.

She sauntered over to where Ben was laying, curled up, kneeling down to stroke his face. He looked up, apprehensive, knowing better than to speak before she spoke to him. "Did you have a bad dream, Slave?" she said softly as she gently stroked her thumb on his tear stained cheek.

"No, Master...." She nodded and made an ahh sound.

"Feeling a little overwhelmed, Slave?"

He leaned back a little bit afraid to answer honestly but afraid of silence more. "Yes, Master...."

She gently cupped his chin, making him look up at her. "I noticed the hesitation. Were you afraid I would punish you if you told me the truth?"

He looked up at her, the fear on his face plain. "Yes, Master...."

She cooed at him as she stroked the top of his head gently, a shiver of cautious delight going down his spine. "You never need to fear telling me the truth, Slave. I will never punish you for telling me how you feel or what you think. I will, however," She tilted her head forward a bit, her expression going from sweetness to sternness. "... punish you for keeping things from me or for lying to me. Understand, Slave?"

He shivered again. "Yes, Master...."

She smiled again, the sweetness returning to her face. "Good." She let go of his face and took hold of the straps on either side of his straightjacket, pulling him up to his feet. She was face to face with him, staring right into his eyes. "You're safe with me, Ben. No matter what happens, I will never hurt you."

He looked into her eyes. He'd spend many a time looking into the eyes of liars in his line of work, both fighting against and for them. When he looked into her eyes, he saw many things. Right now, it was... honesty. Sincerity. He did feel safe, even as he knew he was going to be subjected to painful tortures, he knew she would not do anything to truly hurt him. "Thank you, Master...."

She kissed him, a kiss of hunger, of want and of possession. It was long and deep as they both savoured every moment. Finally, she leaned back, that intensity back on her eyes. "Mine."

A simple word that, more and more, seemed to define his existence. Hers.

She stepped back, heading towards the door, gesturing to him to follow which he did wordlessly. Outside the cell, she put a leather collar on his neck, padlocking it and clipping a leash to the front. The feel of the leather around his neck actually helped calm his nerves and he took a moment to enjoy the sensation. Next, she started unbuckling the straightjacket. Before she unbuckled the final strap she looked him in the eyes, face stern, and said, "Don't disobey me, Slave." He nodded and, satisfied, she undid the buckle and took the straightjacket off him.

He could have fought, could have tried to escape, but something kept him silent. He did not know if it was fear and the prospect of punishment or genuine obedience but he stood there, still as a statue, as she hung up the straightjacket, walked behind him and cuffed his hands behind his back. He hung his head, unsure what to think of himself now.

She walked back into his line of sight, softly stroking a finger on the collar. "Today will be very difficult, Slave. I'm going to push you farther than ever before, right to the breaking point and past it. I'm going to subject you to a truly hellish experience." The hand raised to his cheek, stroking it. "But I believe in you. I believe you can take it, Slave." She held her hand there for a moment before turning, leading him away with the leash.

She led him out of the cell area by the leash at a brisk but manageable pace as he followed behind her. The familiar corridors of her mansion brought a little comfort to him, in another context he would be in heaven, enjoying every minute of his captivity. Now, some part of him was enjoying it still but another was completely terrified of what was to come next.

He was led out to the yard where a small table was set up with one chair. He was guessing the chair was not for him. She put on a sun hat, the whole ensemble would not look out of place in a summer park. The only thing unusual was the naked and tied up man being led on a leash by her. She picked up a riding crop and turned to look at him, a devilish expression on her face.

"I'm going to be teaching you discipline and obedience, Slave. First, a little.... regimental training."

She used the riding crop to raise his leg to a 90 degree angle till his leg looked like an L with his foot parallel to the ground. "I want you to march, raising your feet to a 90 degree bend like this, Slave, but also stay in place. And I am going to correct you," She smacked his ass with the crop, eliciting a cry of surprise. "... every time you make a mistake. Understand, Slave?"

He stood still looking straight ahead. "Yes, Master."

She smiled. "Good. Begin."

For the next two hours the training proceeded, he tried to march in place while she mercilessly whipped him for every mistake, of which there were many. "You're moving forwards!" SMACK. "You're bending your back, maintain posture!" SMACK. "Not 90 degrees!" SMACK. "Moving forwards again!" SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

His legs burnt from the effort, his ass burnt from the whipping, everything hurt. He could feel his mind slowly hone in more and more, focusing entirely on the task and the pain, all other thoughts banished as irrelevant to the task at hand. He could feel his mind slowly shut off as all that mattered was doing this task correctly.

Finally, she took a break, letting him stop and stand still, almost at attention. She sat down, taking a sip from a glass of lemonade by her side. Disciplining him was hard work, she could not imagine how he felt. He looked absolutely amazing, though, the sweat gave his body a nice sheen, she could see his body shiver from the pain and exertion and the bruising on his ass and thighs was a deep, angry red. Despite all that he stood there silently, looking straight ahead. She smiled. He would be broken in no time.

She walked towards him with a glass of water in her hand, tilting his head back and letting him drink just enough water. He was not done with physical exertion yet and she did not want him to cramp.

"Not quite good, but it will do. I will do this again tomorrow and the day after that until I am satisfied with you, Slave." His body shivered at the prospect. "But for today that will be enough. I'm giving you 5 minutes to rest before we proceed to the next activity."

Rest turned out to be standing still while she set up some equipment around the area. Once the time had passed, she unbuckled the cuffs behind him, again presenting him with an opportunity for escape and, again, he stood still, rejecting the chance. She ordered him to his knees, attaching the cuffs on his hands to a spreader bar, keeping them locked at shoulder length. She ordered him to assume a push up position which he did as best he could.

She walked around in front of him, her high heels directly below him such that if he lowered himself he could kiss her shoes. He heard the whoosh of the crop and a smack as she smacked his ass with it. "Back straight." He raised his back, his hands shaking. "When I say down, do a push up and kiss my foot while you are done there, Slave." He already felt the shaking in his arms.

"Yes, Master." He said with a strained voice.

The forced exercise session continued for another hour. Push ups where he kissed her foot and she whipped his ass for poor posture. Sit ups where she would twist his nipples for poor form and he would say "I belong to you, Master," With every repetition. Pull ups where she would whip his ass all the way up and down. Repetition after repetition of pain all over his body until he was a quivering wreck at the end of it. His body ached, it burned and he was exhausted. The sweat gleamed on his body as he stood before her, his hands behind his back again, barely able to stand up straight. After the appropriate cooldowns she let him drink from a bottle of water she had brought, he drank it like a man who had just marched through the desert.

She laid out a blanket on the ground and let him lie down, still tied up, with his head in her lap as she gently stroked his hair. He was exhausted from the exercise but this... this felt nice. She assured him of her pleasure with his performance, reiterated her ownership of him and told him how proud of him she was. He closed his eyes, getting lost in her words and her hands as they gently stroked his bound body, a familiar feeling growing inside him, one he only really felt when he was completely at her mercy.

He felt at peace.

Build Them Up

After about an hour of rest and gentle ministrations she helped him to his feet and led him back to the house but not inside, instead tying the leash off to a post next to the garden hose. He knew what was coming next. The hose had a decent amount of pressure to it, not enough to hurt but enough to feel it. Plus, the humiliation of being hosed down like a dog added an extra level of degradation to it.

She sprayed down his body, making him turn around repeatedly, hosing down every bit of him. It stung and made him shiver from the cold, especially when she sprayed down his more sensitive areas. Once she was satisfied, she walked up and gently dried him off, lightly dabbing a towel all over his sensitive body. She changed his restraints to dry ones but kept him chained to the post, naked and tied up, kissing him before whispering, "I'm going to get changed. Don't go anywhere."

He stood there, restrained, waiting for her. James, the gardener, walked by, saw him, chuckled, waved and walked on, leaving Ben mortified and embarrassed, a feeling he was not unfamiliar with by this point. As he waited, he began to think about how he felt. He did have to admit, this did not feel..... bad. The ability to just let go, just obey, he knew he enjoyed that and he knew he enjoyed her.

She eventually returned, changed from the sun dress into a black latex bodysuit that really accentuated every wonderful curve on her body. She leaned in close to his ear, whispering, "This is for the play session later." Biting his ear while she unleashed him, making him shiver. She led him back into the house and to the dining room, sitting him down and strapping him into a chair with leather belts.

"Before we proceed with the rest of the day's activities, however, we shall have lunch first. I don't want you to starve, after all," She said as she sat next to him, the two of them facing each other as she leaned in close. On the table were two plates with fettuccine pasta on them. It looked pretty good and the smell made Ben's stomach rumble. She forked some of the pasta and put it to his mouth, gently feeding him as she ate her meal as well.

"So, be honest, Ben, how do you feel?" She said as she helped herself to a serving.

"I feel... it's hard to describe, Master. I feel several emotions. Apprehension. A bit of fear. But I also feel.... safe. I feel safe with you, Master."

She smiled as she fed him a serving. "You know, there is one thing I've always wondered with you." He looked quizzically at her as he chewed. "Why do you like this? Why do you enjoy just... letting go?" She rolled a serving for herself as she looked at him, tilting her head slightly. "What is it about this that you enjoy, and why?"

He looked down, contemplating. "I.. I really don't know, Master. I mean, I remember how we met, I remember how I came to.... be a client but... I really can't say why I enjoy this, Master."

She narrowed her eyes. "I don't sense deception but I do get a feeling that there is more to that. Maybe not something you consciously think about, but I get the impression there is something there you've not explored emotionally yet."

Ben lowered his eyes, "I honestly can't think of anything, Master."

She reached out and stroked his face. "I'm not upset, Ben. But I do think this is something worth exploring in the future."

He looked at her, his head still lowered. "Thank you, Master..."

She smiled and leaned back, preparing another helping of his food. "I do, however, have a topic I want to discuss in the future with you that I know you will be more resistant too." She looked at him, her face a mixture of stern control and quiet understanding. "Your past."

He looked away immediately. His past was a very, very touchy subject. Of all the times that they had talked, all the things they talked about, from the banal to the interesting, he had never, ever talked about himself before he got his job and had firmly shut down any attempt to talk about it from her. It was one of his fer hard lines.

"I know it's a touchy subject, Ben, and when we were client and Master I was more than willing to let it go," She reached out, gently grabbing his chin and making him face her as his eyes betrayed an intense vulnerability. Even his body seemed to be cringing away from that particular topic.

"But if we want to be more, Ben, it is something we are going to talk about, no matter how uncomfortable it is," She used her thumb to stroke his cheek. "We don't have to talk about it now and I won't push it if you're not ready but I do want to talk about whatever it is that you carry on your soul, Ben."

The expression on his face was, without a doubt, the most vulnerable and unsure it had ever been in the entire time she had known him. They held each other's gaze for a moment before she raised the fork to his mouth.

"Just remember, Ben. You're safe with me."

He leaned into her hand as he closed his eyes. The rest of lunch went unremarkably, she changed the topic and let the food settle in his stomach for a bit, just chatting about lighter subjects before, eventually, she stood up, untied him from the chair and led him to the playroom.

"Time for the final activity of the day, Slave," She said with a rather sadistic twinkle in her eye.

Fun And Games

Ben was led into the playroom by his leash, a small sense of trepidation on his mind. She led him to the center of the room where she released his hand restraints before re securing his hands in front of him. She then raised his hands above his head, tying them to an eyebolt in the ceiling. He felt exposed and vulnerable and she ran her hands over his body to accentuate that feeling.

Stepping behind him and out of his sight, he heard metal clanking followed by the feeling of a spreader bar being attached to his legs, spreading them. He felt even more exposed now. Next was a small cord being wrapped around his cock and balls, tied off and attached to the spreader bar, pulling on his privates. He softly moaned, getting him a light smack on his cock. "Dirty boy, getting hard before I'm even finished."

He began to apologize, barely getting one word out before she kissed him intensely. Her tongue explored his mouth, fully taking over in the moment.

Once she had her fill she pulled back, leaving him wanting more, a sly and playful expression on her face. She traced a finger on his face, his expression of desire unmistakable. She disappeared behind him again before a blindfold was pulled over his eyes, depriving him of vision and heightening his senses. He felt vulnerable, he felt exposed but most of all, despite it, he felt safe.

He felt her hand lightly clamp on his throat as she whispered in his ear. "Today, Slave, we're going to explore what makes you tick a little more." He felt her other hand on his ass, stroking and squeezing it.

"In all the time I've known you, you've been a remarkably reserved man on how you feel and what you think." She dug her nails into his ass, quickening his breathing.

"This time, however, you're going to tell me what's on your mind, what you think, you are going to answer my questions, Ben," She squeezed harder.

"You simply don't have a choice."

She let go of his ass, returning to the soft stroking as her tone softened. "But remember, this can all stop if you want it too. All you have to do is say the word, Ben."

Stepping back, he heard a swishing sound from what he guessed was a riding crop. His guess was quickly proving correct as the crop was brought down on his ass, eliciting a cry of pain.

"Tell me what about submission attracted you to it, Ben."

Another strike, another cry.

"Tell me what you enjoy about this."

Strike, cry.

"Tell me why you like to submit, Ben."

The strikes were not too painful but it really drove home the point of how helpless he was.

"I.... I don't know, Master...." A slight pause followed by a strike, harder now.

"I don't believe you, Ben."

Strike, cry.

"You're going to tell me."

Strike, harder this time, louder cry.

"The only choice you have is how much pain you suffer before you do."

Strike, strike, strike.

It was getting harder to think, harder to focus through the pain. "I... I... I do..." Strike, the hardest one yet, making him scream and pull on his restraints.

"Focus, Ben. You can do this. I believe in you." She paused, letting him catch his breath.

"I... I like... I like letting go, Master..."

He heard her getting a bit closer to him. "Go on."

"I like letting go, just.... submitting. Just... being. Just obeying, Master...."

He heard her get closer still, her voice soft, "Go on, Ben."

He tried to focus but it was slipping now, his natural walls coming up again. "I... don't..." He did not get far before another strike was delivered to his ass.

"Just tell me what I want to know, Ben!"

Strike, cry.

It was starting to overwhelm him. "Tell me why you like to let go!" Her volume was raised now, not shouting but loud. "Why do you like letting go from your life, Ben?"

Strike, strike, strike.

He felt tears welling up behind the blindfold, his breath was ragged, he was on the edge. The pain, the feelings, it all came crashing through at the same time, breaking through his proverbial walls in his psyche.

"BECAUSE IT'S HARD!" He shouted out, not a shout of anger but the shout of a man letting things out he'd never let out before. "It's hard! Every day I have to be on point, have to be perfect!"

He was limp in his restraints now as he spoke through sobs, "Everyone expects so much of me but provides no guidance, there's no room for a mistake. Every day, I have people depending on me to save them, protect them. They place their lives in my hands." He dropped his head as his voice got softer. "If I make a mistake, I could destroy their lives. So many questions, expectations. Am I doing the right thing? Are my clients good people?"

He paused, trying and failing to fight back his sobs. "I have to be perfect and I have no one to guide me. It's so hard sometimes...." His head dropped again, his body limp from the physical and emotional strain.

"I just want to let go of it all, just let go of the expectations, the responsibilities, the thinking, just let go and obey....."

His voice trailed off and he hung limply, lightly sobbing. He felt a hand on his face, flinching in surprise, before she softly shushed him, stroking his face gently. His back burned, his mind was all over the place and he felt totally exposed but her hand on his face helped calm him.

"You were very brave, Ben, opening up like that. I'm proud of you, my good boy," She leaned in, wrapping her arms around him and hugged him, stroking the back of his head. He leaned into it as much as he could, his sobs slowly getting under control. "It's ok to feel that way, Ben, it's natural. You have a very stressful life and it's ok to want to let go." She kissed him, softly this time.

"And I'll always be here for you if you need me, Ben. Always...."

They stayed like that for a little while as she held him close. Eventually, she untied his balls, released the spreader bar and untied him from the ceiling, re-securing his hands behind his back but keeping the blindfold on. Grabbing hold of his leash, she led him out slowly, guiding him gently in his particularly vulnerable state. He felt a bit uneasy being led blind, something he'd never done before, but he trusted her enough to follow her without complaint.

She led him to what turned out to be the living room, laying him down on the sofa with his head in her lap as she gently stroked his head. "You did really good today, Ben. I'm very proud of you," She repeated it over and over again, soothing him and comforting him.

He felt himself fall deeper and deeper into submission with every stroke, every reassurance. "Master? May I ask a question, Master?"

She kept stroking his head as she responded. "You may ask but I might not answer."

He took a moment to consider his words. "Why me, Master? Why did you want me? There must have been other people, better people to want to... enslave." He took a moment, wanting to word it carefully. "Why me, Master?"

She gently took his head in both her hands, made him face her and leaned down and kissed him deeply. She held it for a good long while, savouring him. Eventually, she pulled back, looking at his blindfolded face while stroking his cheek.

"I'll answer that question at some point soon if you are a good boy. Ok, Slave?"

He leaned into her hand, a soft moan of contentment escaping his lips, "Yes, Master...."

"Who is my good boy, Slave?"

"I'm your good boy, Master..."

She repeated the question several times, stroking him, relaxing him until eventually, she felt him drift off to sleep in her lap. It had been a hard day, emotionally and physically, and she let him rest for a bit. She was not going to lie, it felt good that even bound as he was he felt safe and comfortable enough to fall asleep like this. She sat there, running her hands on him, as she felt his rhythmic breathing, slow, soft but cute.

After close to two hours had passed, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see James approaching as she put a finger to her lips. He stopped, then slowly tip-toed forward before he saw Ben's sleeping figure, nodding his head and mouthing ahhh when he did.

"Is he asleep?" She nodded, still stroking her head. He nodded back, smiling. "So I take it he said yes when you spoke to him?"

She smiled warmly at her brother, nodding again. He could tell she was pleased by this turn of events and he could not help but be happy for her. "How is the.. um, training, going?"

She smirked and spoke softly, "Very well. He's taking to it like a fish in water. He's just a big ol' submissive softy at heart."

He softly chuckled a bit, looking at her. "And how does he make you feel, sis?"

She looked at him, contemplative. She had not really stopped to process how it all made her feel, she had been in dominant mode all day. Thinking about it, she finally found the answer that made the most sense.

"He makes me happy."

2 Years Ago

Ben stood in front of his co-worker Dalton, a pretty bland and colourless man but a brilliant legal mind. He enjoyed his company, to an extent, because of their shared love of sports. He was talking about the Indians and how this would be the year they finally break their curse, though he wished his own team had made it instead. Ben smiled and shook his head, "I dunno, I don't think you can count out the Cubs, I've got a feeling this could be their year." The conversation continued on like this for a bit.

Ben did not like these company parties all that much, a simple affair to wine and dine their long term clients, especially those with retainers. He knew it was his duty to duly suffer through it, though, so he put on a happy face and schmoozed his clients like the rest of his co-workers. Eventually, Dalton had to go brown nose someone, he did not recognize who, and wandered off, leaving Ben alone. He made his way to a corner, content to just watch for a bit.

"Mr. Danforth."

A voice to his right made him turn to face the ever graceful figure of Christina Konigin wearing a well groomed business suit. "Ms. Konigin!" He stretched his hand out, instantly shifting to professional mode. She took his hand and shook it, her eyes never leaving his. "How are you doing today, ma'am?"

She smiled a bit. "I am doing fine, Mr. Danforth, and you don't have to call me ma'am." She smirked at the last statement, like she was laughing at a joke only she knew.

He raised his hands to signal agreement and a subtle apology. "Of course, Ms. Konigin, I meant no disrespect."

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes still not leaving his. "And none was taken, Mr. Danforth." There was something about the way she was looking at him, like a shark would look at a seal. "I have a question for you." Not a request, a simple statement of fact. "What's a capable fellow like you doing hiding in a corner?"

He laughed nervously, her question piercing through his usual social walls. "So you noticed? Umm, well, to be honest, I don't do well in crowds, you know?" He shrugged sheepishly.

This elicited a raised eyebrow and a slightly curled lip from her. "An introverted lawyer? A career almost entirely dedicated to interaction with people? It must be quite stressful."

He did not know what it was but he felt... well, a bit uncomfortable but something else as well. He looked away, hoping to excuse himself, "Yes, well, I hope you enjoy the party, Ms. Konigin, but I really must..."

He was not even finished before she took another step forward, closing the distance.

"Not yet. Stay here."

Her tone was not requesting, it was commanding. He stopped, looking at her, feeling... it was difficult to say what he felt right now but he stayed. "Good boy."

Whatever this feeling was, it grew at that, along with a feeling of humiliation. This person was giving him orders and complimenting him like a pet and he was just taking it.

"I understand how you must feel. It must be quite a lot to bear. Trust me, Mr. Danforth, I know." She took another small step forward into his personal space. "You know about my line of work, yes? You did defend me, after all."

He was looking away, his face red. "Yes, I do," Came his quiet response.

She tilted her head back a bit, smiling. "Yes, I do, 'ma'am'," She said, waiting.

He looked down, his face getting even redder. "Yes, I do, Ma'am."

She reached out, lightly squeezing his shoulder, sending shivers down his spine. "Good boy."

She continued, "Many capable men use my services and find it helps with feelings of stress. I think you could use my services, don't you agree?"

He was still looking down at the floor, unable to even meet her piercing gaze. "Yes, Ma'am." He did not know what this was but he felt completely unable to say no.

"Good boy." Another shiver. What was it about that phrase that did this to him? "Is your schedule free tomorrow, my good boy?" He shivered again.

"Yes, it is, Ma'am."

Her tone turned more stern, "Look at me when I am talking to you."

He cautiously looked at her. His expression was one of uncertain vulnerability while hers was one of confidence.

"Good." She reached into her suit jacket, pulling out a card. "I want you to come to this address tomorrow, 6 pm sharp. We have quite a bit to discuss, I think."

He took the card, speaking softly, like a child to a teacher about to discipline him, "Yes, Ma'am, thank you, Ma'am."

She smiled, then patted him on the head. "My good boy."

She turned and gracefully walked away. He looked at the card, wondering what on earth had just happened. He knew, however, that he was going to be there. He did not know what he was feeling but... well, he would be lying if he said he did not want to find out.

The clack of her heels filled the hall as she swaggered away, smiling. Without a doubt he was the most naturally submissive man she had ever come across. Getting him to come for an appointment was child's play. As she walked away from his firm, she was quietly happy. She would finally get to the bottom of what exactly about this man intrigued her.....