Peace: Ch. 04

Chapter 4: Something Spicy, Something Sweet

The Sugar

Ben stirred as he awoke, on the floor of the isolation cell, trussed in a straitjacket, just as he'd done in the last 14 days. Two weeks had passed since he'd come here, two weeks of forced exercise, inventive 'games' where his innermost thoughts were quite literally extracted from him followed by tender aftercare. He'd been subjected to painful enemas, electro-sounding, flogging and other tortures as Christina had deemed fit. His body was sore, covered in bruises and welts. He could feel it, his body was almost at the breaking point.

His mental state was not much better. The constant pain, exertion, isolation and, weirdly, repetition was grinding him down. This room, in particular, trapped him with his thoughts and pretty much forced him to face his darkest recesses. He was not sure how much more of the physical or emotional toll he could take. And yet, he wanted to stay. Despite it all, he desperately wanted to stay.

Part of him wondered if this was abusive and he was just being traumatized. He certainly imagined that many people would label it as such but... well, he did not feel abused. He wanted to be here and he still felt safe. She took great pains to reiterate that he could stop it anytime he wanted, a point that had been proven just yesterday.

It had been during the exercise session, while he was being forced to march in place. It was surprisingly taxing, something he was rapidly learning the hard way. His legs were sore, his back was sore, he could feel tears welling up in his eyes as he could barely lift his legs up. The exertion was agony and he could feel what little strength he had fading with every step. Through it all, she stood behind him, correcting every mistake with a swat of her crop, mistakes that were increasing in frequency. He struggled, with every ounce of fortitude he had, until he finally broke.

"Mercy! Please, Mercy!" He felt the dam break, tears streaming down his eyes as he sobbed out the slowdown word. He collapsed to his knees bawling. After 2 weeks, he hit his breaking point. The tears flowed freely as she came up to him, wrapping her arms around him.

"Do you need out of the restraints, Ben?" She asked, her tone serious and concerned, as she gently guided him to the ground, firmly holding him. He meekly shook his head, leaning into her touch as the tears flowed down his cheeks and on her blouse. She stroked his face softly, planting little kisses on the top of his head. "Too much, Ben?" He nodded. "It's ok, Ben, you're ok, you're safe...." They laid like that for a while, locked in her embrace.

It was oddly comforting to him, reaching that point. She stopped when he could not bear it anymore, respecting his limits. He always knew that she would have, at least, his detached, intellectual side did, but it was greatly comforting to actually know that, especially emotionally.

Ben rolled over in the cell, laying on his back. In the darkness he had little else to do but ruminate on his experiences so far. He had been pushed, that much was undeniable, but not... overly so. And not without respect to his limits. He'd had intensely personal secrets pulled out of him, yes, but it was... cathartic to finally put words to thoughts he tried to suppress. How he felt overwhelmed, how he felt slightly ashamed of his sexuality at times, how that shame made him feel guilty.

He'd have thoughts extracted out of him and afterwards they'd talk it through. No judgements, no recriminations, just honest, equal conversations. She called him Ben when they talked about things like that and that really helped him feel... heard. Valued. Seen. It was comforting to be open about things like that, even in those circumstances.

Suddenly, the light flickered on and the door swung open to reveal the eternally stunning form of Christina. She was dressed in black, frilly lingerie, beautiful as ever. Her breasts were especially complimented by her outfit as she stepped in, sauntering over to the restrained man at the floor of the cell.

"Good morning, Slave. Sleep well?" She knelt down, stroking his face as she smiled at him.

"Yes, Master..." Came his muted reply as he nuzzled her hand.

She beamed, chucking a bit, as she gave his cheek a gentle squeeze. "Good boy." He smiled, a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest. She kept stroking his face for a minute or so before pulling him up to his feet.

"I have a surprise for you today, Slave." She raised a blindfold in her hands, smirking a little. "Which means you go blind for a bit. Don't want to ruin the surprise, do we?" She giggled a bit, not waiting for a response, before pulling the blindfold down over his eyes.

He felt her guide him out of the cell slowly, both hands on each of his shoulders. Outside, she fixed a leash to his collar before slowly and carefully leading him off.

He had to admit, he felt more than a little trepidation as he was led. A million different scenarios ran through his eyes, not many of them particularly pleasant, at least not in a conventional way. He trusted her, though, and followed dutifully.

Eventually, after some time walking, she stopped and stood behind him, pressing her body into his. He felt a tingle down his spine as she slowly trailed her fingers along his restrained arms. The room had a distinct smell, almost of lavender, which lent a certain ambiance to the situation. "Ready for your surprise, Slave?"

He inhaled deeply, his voice a tad shaky. "Yes, Master..." She trailed a finger up his neck, past his cheek and then gently pulled off the blindfold.

He opened his eyes and immediately recognized where he was. It was the massage room. There was a massage table set up in the middle, some scented candles were lit in the room and the lighting was pleasantly dim. She continued to run her hands over his body as she leaned in close, whispering in his ear, "You've been such a good boy these last two weeks, I thought I'd give you a little reward." She pecked his cheek and laughed, just a little. "You get to give me a full body massage as a token of my appreciation."

She took a step back, unbuckling his straitjacket. It was odd to think but he felt incredibly... well, grateful, for this. The past week she'd been showering him with attention, it felt nice to do something for her. Once the jacket was off he turned to her, a slight but genuine smile on his face as he spoke softly, "Thank you, Master...."

She reached out, cupping his chin, a smile on her face too. "Anything for you, Ben..." He looked into her eyes and, for that moment, they both enjoyed the connection they felt.

After a short while, she ordered him to go get whatever he needed ready, gesturing to a cabinet full of oils and the like. She stripped down herself, a coquettish smile as she bared herself to him again and laid down on the table.

The momentary distraction aside, he picked out a couple of body oils he knew she liked, set them out and got to work. He'd been looking up techniques and had even attended a class on massage techniques. He did enjoy giving them on the rare occasions she allowed such a treat for him.

She also seemed to enjoy them, the soft moans of pleasure a decent indication of her satisfaction. As he pressed his thumbs into her back, making small circles along her spine, she spoke casually. "Your form has really gotten better, Ben."

He smiled as he continued, his cheeks blushing a bit. "Thank you, Master." He felt the smile on her face as her tone took a more playful turn.

"You don't have to call me that right now, you know. Go ahead and use my real name, at least for now."

He kept moving his hands though his face raised in surprise. Never, not once, ever, had she ever let him call her anything other than Master outside of their initial meetings. "Ok, as you wish, Christina." He heard a slight chuckle as her playful tone continued.

"I said my real name, Ben."

This prompted a pause as he stopped completely from the surprise. "Don't stop," Came the slightly forceful command, jumpstarting him to carry on even as he tried to process what she had said.

He knew her real name, he had been her attorney, but even before he'd met her his boss was quite clear that she did not stand it being used, ever. His hands worked on muscle memory as his mind tried to comprehend.

"I know it's been a while but surely you must remember my name, Ben?" The playfulness still in her voice.

"No, uh, I.. I.. I remember." He stuttered as he tried to think of the right thing to say before she spoke again.

"You asked a week ago, why you. Allow me to give you a little hint, Ben. I said I wanted you to be my Slave, back when this all began. While true, it's not all I want. I've had any number of live-in, full time slaves, here for a time then gone when they have their fill. I could ask you to fill that role and I have no doubt that you would agree, willingly."

She rolled over and sat up, looking straight into his eyes. "But would you stay if that was all this was? If I was but a Master, playing a role at all times? Even with the more tender moments, you would want more, rightly so. A lasting relationship, even a Slave's relationship to a Master, requires a connection. A real one. It requires work, compromise, give and take. And it requires you to see me as more than the person who ties you up and who whips you and for me to see you as more than the compliant little slave I can bend over and fuck as I see fit." She leaned in close, a smile on her face. "It can be a lot of that, it can even be mostly that. But it cannot be only that. Understand?"

He tilted his head down a little, a smile on his face. She was right. He enjoyed her company, even enjoyed being her Slave. He enjoyed letting go completely but he also knew he wanted more than that. He looked at her, a soft smile on his face.

"I understand.... Sarah."

It was her turn to blush, as her smile grew slightly. They looked at each other for a while more before she laughed. "You know, for a Master and her Slave, we spend a lot of time being sappy."

He laughed too. "Fit for a dime store romance novel." They enjoyed a laugh together before she turned and laid back down.

"Well, don't let me break up your rhythm, maestro, work your magic."

He let his hands get back to work, applying a bit more oil as he joked, "You know me, just your run of the mill magician maestro masseuse." That drew a laugh and a promise of retribution.

The rest of the session went along the same vein, chatting as he worked out some knots in her back. It felt... well, nice. A different kind of nice. Not one he'd felt much before but one he truly felt he could embrace fully. Together, they enjoyed the moment and each other, sweet as can be.

The Spice

"Did you enjoy it?"

She turned to face him, contemplating his question and smiling. Her body felt more relaxed, a testimony to his efforts learning massage techniques. She hooked a finger in the d-ring of his collar and pulled him in close.

"Very much so."

She pulled him in for a kiss, savouring it as their lips met and passions briefly overtook them. Finally, and with a degree of longing, she pulled back, keeping her finger looped around his collar's ring. "Did you enjoy yourself, Slave?"

That word immediately telegraphed the shifting nature of the interaction and with it, he shifted gears, back into a submissive headspace. The shift was coming pretty naturally now, he had to admit. "I did, Master.."

She took note of his tone shift, giggling a little. "You complete sub."

She got up, sauntering over to her robe, allowing him to take in the sight as she did so.

"I think you've earned a little reward, Slave. And I have just the thing in mind."

She restrained his hands and legs with the cuffs and clipped a leash to his collar, leading him out of the room once she had extinguished all the candles. She led him slowly over to the playroom, a familiar route for him, and over to a spanking bench inside.

She bent him down, restraining him with straps so that he was on his hands and knees, unable to move. Despite the position it was comfortable, he could stay like this for long periods of time owing to the padding of the bench. He knew this because he had been locked in for a long time before on several occasions, the most memorable being the time she locked him in, made him read a collection of her favourite poems out loud while she sat on a chair beside him and whipped his ass and thighs. He still remembered that session and what she had said, "Think of it as practice for all the court statements you have to make." He'd loved it and, more importantly, she loved it.

He heard movement behind him as she set something up. The unmistakable sound of a cap of lube being opened followed by the cold feeling of it being applied to his asshole let him know what he was in for.

"You've had quite a week, haven't you? Between the exercises...." She squeezed his thighs, still a little sore from the exertions he had been subjected to, making him moan. "... and the questioning..." She lightly ran her fingernails over some of the welts on his ass, drawing a wince of slight pain. "... you've suffered a lot this week, and you took it well. I think, today, I'm going to give you something more.... enjoyable."

He felt something being pushed against his asshole, not enough to go in, yet. He knew what it was right away just from the feel of it. It did not have the give and movement of a strapon or dildo, no, she had broken out the fucking machine. It filled him with excitement and a little bit of dread. The machine was fun, after all, and who does not enjoy being fucked in the ass?

He felt her hands stroke along his sides, sending a shiver down his spine, before reaching his nipples, casually stroking and pinching them. "You're going to get fucked in that filthy ass of yours, Slave. Are you ready?"

Between the stimulation to his ass and nipples his voice was getting pretty raspy. "Yes, Master..."

She chuckled, walked in front of him, looked in his eyes and said, "You filthy, filthy little Slave." She smiled, clicked a remote and the machine began fucking his ass slowly, drawing a moan of pleasure from him.

His body was moving with the thrusts of the machine, slow and rhythmic. She pressed her breasts against his face, grabbing his hair. "You may worship them, you filthy slave." He gladly complied, licking, kissing, sucking and very lightly biting her breasts. They were absolutely wonderful, the feel, the taste, the little gasp she made when he found just the right spot, everything was perfect.

"You should be thankful I'm letting you touch my perfect breasts with your dirty tongue, Slave." He moaned an appreciative thank you from between her breasts, making her laugh and moan. She pinched his nipples, stroking and playing with them.

"You are.." pinch "... a filthy.." twist "... little degenerate..." pull "... aren't you, Slave?"

He moaned in pain into her breasts, making her giggle. She let go of his nipples and pressed a button on the remote, causing the machine to fuck him faster. He moaned louder as he felt the building arousal growing in him. She pulled her chest back a little, out of his reach, and reached around him to his erect dick.

"Look at you, already hard like a slutty little Slave. That's what you are, aren't you?"

His breath was ragged as he tried to contain himself. "Yes... yes, Master, I'm a slutty... slutty little Slave...." His voice was soft, he felt vulnerable and submissive as the humiliation and arousal pulled at him. She started stroking his dick, slowly.

"Look at me, Slave."

He looked up at her, his face red from the sensations and embarrassment. "You want to cum, don't you?" She sped up, just a little, pushing him ever so closer to the edge. He looked away only for her to grab his cheek and force him to look into her eyes.

"Don't look away from me, Slave. I asked you a question."

He was feeling overwhelmed from all the sensations he was feeling, from the humiliation, the arousal and the fucking. "Yes, Master..."

She smiled, speeding up even more. She rested his head on her breasts, stroking his face as he looked up at her. "So beg, my filthy Slave."

His voice was raspy as he looked up at her, tears welling in his eyes. "Please, Master, please... please let me cum, Master, please...."

She sped up even more, pushing him right to the edge. "Wait for my permission, you filthy Slave. Don't you dare cum before I let you." He balled his hands into fists, pulling on his restraints as he desperately tried to hold himself back. He looked up at her, the feelings overwhelming him, as she stroked faster and faster.

"You are a filthy, slutty Slave, so desperate to cum, so desperate to cum, so desperate to submit."

She kept stroking him, right to the edge, right until she could see that he was beginning to lose it but still, dutifully, held back. She smiled at him, stroking his face.

"Cum."

He shuddered and cried out as he came, his entire body tensing from the exertion. He thrusted his hips (as much as he could) as his cum shot out, splattering all over the bottom of the bench His ass felt raw, his face felt flushed, he felt like a degenerate and he loved it.

He panted as he came down from his post orgasmic high, his eyes glassy as he looked into her eyes. She stroked his face and turned off the fucking machine, reaching for the puddle of cum. She got a good amount of it on her fingers and presented it to him.

"Eat it up, Slave."

He obediently opened his mouth and she slid her fingers in, he sucked her lips and swallowed his own cum. It tasted acrid and it was humiliating but, oddly, it also felt... good. It felt good to obey and he could see from the smile on her face it pleased her and that pleased him. He loved doing what she wanted, pleasing her...

"You truly are a slutty, degenerate Slave, letting me tie you up, whip you, making you sleep naked in a cell, letting me fuck your ass, letting me control your orgasms, letting me make you eat your own cum. You slutty, filthy Slave."

Her words rang true, making him feel embarrassed, humiliated and vulnerable. He looked away as he felt his face reddened. She gently tilted his head back, looking right into her eyes.

"But you are my filthy, slutty Slave. No matter how you are, tied to a bench, your ass used, your mouth full of cum, you'll always be my Slave, just the way you are, Ben."

He looked at her, a feeling he could not quite describe swelling in his chest as words came out of his mouth, almost on autopilot.

"I love you, Sarah...."

Her eyes widened a bit as she smiled. She seemed a little taken aback by this and looked to be processing it but he could tell it did not bother her. After a second her smile grew and she leaned down, kissing him passionately, their tongues exploring each other as she ravenously kissed what was hers.

Eventually, she pulled back, resting her forehead on his as she stroked his face.

"I love you too, Ben..."

They let the words wash over them, the feelings in their chest growing, as they sat there, him still tied to the bench with the machine in his ass, her, stroking his face, just enjoying the moment.

Something Nice

After quite a bit of time passed, she untied him from the bench and made him clean up the bench while she sat and watched him. Once he was done, she inspected it, was satisfied and bound his hands and feet with the bondage cuffs. She lightly grabbed his hair, pulling him in close and whispered in his ear, "I have another surprise for you today."

She led him out of the playroom, heading towards the dining room. She knew how much he enjoyed being bound, how much enjoyment he got from the feeling of restraint. She smirked a little, thinking about how much of a rope bunny he was.

She led him into the room, leading him over to a chair before she untied his hands and feet. He stood still, unsure of what to do, and looked at the unchained cuffs on his hands and feet. She laughed, came up behind him and slowly ran her hands up his arms, kissing his cheek and whispering in his ear.

"You know, you look perfect like this. Cuffs on your hands, your feet, collar on your neck, naked. Like you were born to be a Slave." She lightly sank her teeth into his neck, just to remind him who he belonged to, as he breathed out slowly. "You're mine, Ben. All mine." She pulled a blindfold she had been carrying with her out, pulling it over his eyes and gently guiding him onto the chair.

She gently massaged his shoulders, feeling his body relax as she kissed him again and said, " I want you to sit right here, ok, Ben? Just wait patiently while I get your surprise ready."

He leaned into her touch a little and said, "Yes, Ma..." She shushed him, putting a finger to his lips.

"Not right now, Ben. For now, call me by my name, ok?"

He smiled a little, the sort of smile that denotes embarrassed pleasure. "Ok, Sarah." She kissed him and walked off, leaving him waiting.

A short while later she returned. He could hear some clattering, movement, felt her presence in front of him and smelt something good in the air. A pair of hands, hers, he knew from touch, gently squeezed his shoulders as he felt her breath before her lips kissing his cheek. "Are you ready for your surprise, Ben?" He nodded, the excitement in him palpable. She gently pulled the blindfold off and he opened his eyes, taking a moment to adjust to the light.

The dining table in front of him was set, plates and glasses, along with a bottle of liquor, what exactly he did not recognize. The seat across from him had a plate set, it looked like a plate of squid ink pasta. In front of him, however, was an equally tantalizing meal, a ribeye steak and potatoes. His face lit up from the surprise and excitement.

"After the week you've had I felt a little treat was in order. Especially since you've been such a good boy." She kissed him and lightly squeezed his neck.

He smiled, a genuine smile of happiness, and looked at her. "Thank you, Sarah. I really appreciate this..." She smiled back and made her way over to her seat.

"I thought a little reprieve from your training was due, plus, I have been looking forward to a nice lunch, just the two of us." She poured a drink for herself, then for him. They sat and ate together, chatting together, enjoying each other's company, not as Master and Slave, but as friends. Other than his naked and cuffed form, it was just two people enjoying a nice meal together.

"You know, Ben, in all the time I've known you I've always wondered, why did you go into law?" She asked as she twirled her pasta with her fork. He looked at her, munching as he considered his response.

"Well, it's a bit of a long story. When I was a kid, I... well, I was foolish." His eyes lowered a bit, shame flashing on his face. "I did a stupid thing, got into a fight and threatened someone I shouldn't have. No one was seriously hurt but it left me in trouble with the law." He looked up slightly, his face pensive. "I was a kid but the prosecutors wanted to bury me. It was an easy win for them, they cared nothing for the circumstances of that situation or that I was just a kid."

He idly played with his food as he continued, "They charged me with assault and battery, brandishing a deadly weapon and reckless endangerment. They were pushing for a 20 year sentence and they did not even want a plea bargain, they were more than satisfied to throw the book at me publicly, no mercy, too look good for the cameras. Sound familiar?" He wryly smiled at her as she paused, recognition on her face.

"I thought I was done for. I thought my life was about to be destroyed. I had been denied bail, my attorney was this overworked public defender who could care less about me, I was going to get crucified and I knew it. I lost hope." He shifted, uncomfortable at remembering that time in his life. "And then two people came to visit me, a man and a woman. They were dressed in suits more expensive than anything I had ever owned. They were slick, polished, confident. They told me that they'd heard about my case and were interested in representing me, pro bono, because they were sure they could win."

He raised his hands, gesturing slowly. "It felt like a miracle. I took them up on their offer. They made me sign a contract and went off to work their magic." He smiled as he lowered his hands. "Well, they did many things, they filed motions for the venue to be changed, motions for discovery, they argued jurisdiction changes, they argued for charges to be dropped entirely, they fought for me every step of the way. And they won."

He took a sip of his drink to wet his lips, enjoying the fruity taste of it. "They got most of the charges dismissed and had my case sealed. The benefits of being a first time youth offender with competent attorneys." He smiled again. "I later found out that the pair of attorneys had a personal beef with the prosecutor and the only reason they took my case was to spite him."

"But that made me think. If I had not been extraordinarily lucky I would have been crushed. Crushed by a justice system run by uncaring careerists more than happy to trample anyone and everyone they can to look good. Crushed by lawyers who could care less about people's lives and more about the petty personal politics of their profession. Crushed because I would have been alone and unlucky, like so many people less fortunate than me, people I met during my time in custody."

His eyebrows furrowed slightly. "So, I wanted to do something. To help people who were in the position I had been. To defend those who had no one to turn to in their most desperate hour. And so I applied for law school. Worked my ass off for years through it, through the many 'exciting' topics like tax law..." He scoffed at that. "But I made it. And now I try to make a difference. I will admit, the wide eyed idealism I had all those years ago has faded a little, contact with reality has dimmed the light a little. But not entirely." He smiled. "I still fight for those who need help, those with no one else to turn to. Cases such as yours."

She smiled, tilting her head slightly. "Indeed. You have a good heart, Ben, you know that? I saw it in you from the first time we met. I doubted your competence due to your youth, a mistake on my part, I admit. I am glad I was wrong." They looked at each other for a bit, softly admiring one another, before they moved on with their meal.

The rest of the day followed a similar track. They had lunch, watched some tv and enjoyed a walk together. She enjoyed the sight of him like this but also enjoyed his company. She really liked the other stuff, the bondage, the discipline, but this appealed to a different side of her, a part that wanted a real connection, not just the connection of her whip with his flesh.

The day passed quickly and before they knew it darkness had fallen. They sat on the couch spooning, he the big spoon this time as she leaned into his chest and idly traced circles with her finger as they watched tv. Once the show ended, she leaned up and kissed him.

"It's time to get ready for bed, Ben." He smiled and looked down a little, that coquettish move he did to try (and fail) to hide his excitement. Not that she could not feel his cock stir under her.

"In the cell, I assume?" She smiled playfully and placed her hands on his cheek.

"Not tonight, dear."

He raised an eyebrow and she stood up, guiding him up with her hands. She turned him around and chained his hands and feet, restraining him again. "No, tonight, you get to sleep in my bed." He turned his head, a smile on his face, as she kissed him and led him out of the living room and to her personal bed room. Memories of that one night came back, it would be the first time he had returned there since then. And, he hoped, not the last.

Once they arrived in her room she sat him down on a chair next to the bed. "Stay right here, ok?" She booped his nose, giggled a bit and went into the bathroom.

He smiled, struggled a little, enjoying the restraint, and leaned back into the chair. The sounds of water flowing came from the bathroom, along with the smell of a scented candle. He sat patiently, waiting for her to return.

She came back, naked as the day she was born, and he felt his heart skip a beat. God, she was beautiful as ever. For her part, she clearly realized the effect she had on him and was loving it. "Happy to see me, huh?" She said, sauntering over and pointing at his rapidly growing erection.

He shyly looked down, to which she cupped his chin and made him look up at her. "You don't need to be embarrassed at getting... excited to see me." She leaned down, kissed him, then helped him stand up and led him into the bathroom.

"If you're going to sleep in my bed, Ben, we're going to take a bath." She nibbled along his neck, up to his ear. "Normally, I love you being absolutely filthy..." She lightly bit his ear lobe, "... but I don't want to get my nice, lovely sheets all stained. At least, not like that...." She lightly guided him into the tub, still bound, then got in, having him lay in front of her.

She bathed him, running her hands all over his body, as he leaned into her, reveling in the attention. "My turn to pamper you, Ben."

He smiled, enjoying the attention. "Can I ask you a question, Sarah?"

She hummed playfully, nuzzling his neck a little. "Of course."

He shifted to expose his neck more. Something about feeling her hands, her lips or her teeth on his neck was wonderful, the vulnerability exquisite. "You asked me how I got into my profession. I'm also curious, how did you get into yours?"

She paused a bit, thinking about how best to answer the question, before speaking, "Well, for that too, I suppose I ought to start at the beginning." She continued stroking his body as her tone shifted to a more contemplative one. "When I was a child, my household was quite... controlled. My father was a soldier and he planned every tiny little thing, from our outfits to our schedules. He meant well and he never abused us, he just had no idea how to raise children."

Her hands idly massaged his sides as she continued. "My mother was not much help, she seemed completely disinterested in the family in general and us in particular. She stayed not out of love but because she had nowhere else to go, I suspect." She kissed him as she thought about her next words. "Living that kind of life... well, it was not traumatic, it just never allowed me or my brother to really express ourselves or develop personalities."

He turned his head, eyebrow raised. She laughed and smiled playfully. "Oh yes, James is my brother and Trevor is his husband." She enjoyed the look of mild surprise on his face. It was more a look of huh-I-did-not-know-that than anything else. "He does not mind my work, though does not partake for obvious reasons."

She began to massage his shoulders as she continued. "So, where was I? Oh, yes. We never really got a chance to explore ourselves, our personalities or our sexualities." She tilted her head as she remembered James coming to terms with his own desires. "When we went to university, it was like a whole new world. Our father was not there to plan our lives, though lord knows he wanted too. As you can imagine, it was quite a shock to us."

She softly laughed a bit. "James fell into a bad crowd, got into booze, drugs and casual sex as he struggled with his sexuality. I tried to maintain control, tried to keep to the routine, but temptation was always there." Another pause. "To keep it short, James met Trevor, they began dating but James kept indulging in all the things that were going to kill him sooner rather than later while I mostly remained the same uptight person I was at the time."

"Well, one night I got a frantic call from Trevor. He was beside himself with worry, James had gone to a party at a shady club and called him, drunk off his ass. Trevor was scared something might happen to him and could not pick him up and practically begged me to go get James. I had nothing going on and he was my brother so I said yes. Well, turns out James had gone to a bondage club." She chuckled as she continued her ministrations. "Well, you can imagine it was a bit of a shock for me. The only reason I was allowed in was because I was there to pick up James and, contrary to what Trevor and I thought, the club was actually quite nice and the people very respectful. They were letting James sleep off his intoxication in a backroom alone."

"One of the bouncers escorted me through the club and, boy, I stuck out like a sore thumb in my high button up blouse and skirt. Though everything I saw... well, it intrigued me. Excited me. Seeing men and women in latex, leather, bound. I remember, there was a stage with a male sub in a pillory with his ass to the audience being flogged by his domme. It... well, it excited me. And the people were quite nice, a few gave me looks of amused surprise but no one looked at me strangely or treated me badly. The bouncer, in particular, was very polite to me."

She got some shampoo and began working on his hair, massaging his scalp. "That bouncer and I carried James to my car and he helped me get him settled in the backseat. I don't quite know where I found the courage but I asked him about the club. We got to talking a little and he could tell I was interested in what I had seen. He gave me a card and told me to give the number on it a call if I wanted to learn more about it." She kept massaging his scalp as she listened to the sounds of deep relaxation Ben was making. It made her smile.

"Well, at first I tried not to think about it but, eventually, I did call the number. It belonged to the owner of the club, she was named Lady Pressly, and she helped me make sense of what I felt. She was kind, helpful, patient, well, unless you were in a scene with her, of course." She giggled at her joke. "She helped me come to terms with what I felt, helped me recognize my more dominant tendencies and even introduced me to some people if I wanted to experiment with it. To make a long story short, by the end of my time in university I was more than comfortable with myself, my sexuality and my dominant desires."

She gently pushed his head below the water, washing the soap off his head, before letting him come up for air. She let him catch his breath before she continued. "It was one of my former classmates, however, that introduced me to professional domination. We recognized each other from the club and he asked if I would be interested in a few sessions with him, nothing sexual, just D/s play." She lightly squeezed his shoulders as she laughed. "Much like you, he wanted to take the edge off his work and that was his way of doing so. At first I was a little apprehensive but eventually, I agreed."

Having finished tending to Ben, she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. "It went well, I found myself enjoying it and the prospect of doing what I love for a job and looked into maybe doing it more. I managed to find some prospective clients, decided on a dominatrix name, got a professional reputation and grew my client base. Eventually I managed to convince Lady Pressly to invest in my business, setting up this place." She kissed him softly. "Trevor got James to quit the drugs, the booze and everything else with an ultimatum. They got married, I offered them a job and the rest is history."

He took her hands in his and leaned into her, smiling as he did so. "Thank you for telling me, Sarah. I really do appreciate it...." He squeezed her hands and sighed contently as she leaned her head on his.

"You're welcome, Ben. I also appreciate you. It's been a while since I've felt comfortable enough with someone to talk about that." They held each other for a while, enjoying the feeling of the water and each other.

Eventually, once she was satisfied that he was clean, she helped him out of the bathtub, changed his cuffs and collar and led him to the bed, making him lie down on his back. She straddled him, smiling, as she lifted his hands above his head, cuffing them together to the headboard. She then turned to his legs, cuffing them to the posts spread apart, making him into an upside down Y. Her hand slowly stroked his cheeks as she slid a blindfold over his eyes, blinding him.

"Before we sleep, though, I want you to thank me for all the hard work I've had to do for you." Her tone was playful as her hands explored his body, from his chest to his thighs. He breathed slowly, her touch electric and heavenly, as he lay motionless in his binds. Suddenly, she smacked his chest, not hard, but enough to draw a light moan.

"I'm going to take you, Ben, and I'm going to have some fun with you first..." She capped off her sentence with a laugh, running her nails down his sides.

Her hands came down, smacking his chest and thighs, running nails over his body. The sensations, heightened by the blindfold, were ecstatic to him, the pain and pleasure mixing into an exquisite feeling.

"Oh, I love seeing you like this..." smack "... bound and beaten..." scratch "... your skin red and raw..." smack ".. all mine to use as I want..." She trailed her hands along his skin, down to his balls, which she cupped and lightly squeezed.

"Awww, you look like you're so desperate for a fucking, Ben." Her tone was playful and breathy as she stroked his fully erect cock. "Do you want me to ride you?"

His own voice was breathy, the sensations overwhelming. "Ye... yes... please..."

She kissed the tip of his cock, her smile playful. "Beg for it."

"Please.. please fuck me... please, Sarah... I am yours, I belong to you, please, please...."

She laughed, lifted herself over his dick and slowly slid her dripping wet pussy onto his dick. "Don't stop begging. And don't you dare cum until I say you can." She began fucking him, slowly, both moaning as she did so. He kept begging, begging for her pussy, professing her ownership of him and his submission to her, begging her not to stop. She traced nails across his body as she sped up.

"Oh.. oh... baby... you feel so good inside me, baby..." Her voice was getting more breathy as pleasure flowed over her own body. She was getting faster and faster, both closing in on climax, as his own voice became strained from the effort of holding his orgasm back. She grabbed his nipples, digging her nails in, making him moan from the sensation. They were really close now, she could feel it. Finally, they both reached the point and she said the words he had been begging for.

"Cum for me, baby..."

She threw her head back and roared in pleasure, the feeling bursting into a cloud of joy and pleasure. He thrust his hips up into her, his cock exploding inside her, as he growled and cried out in sheer ecstasy. In that moment they were united, fully, as close as two people can be.

They sat like that, breathing quickly, coming down from that high. She was still on him, her hands still on his chest. She leaned over, pulled his blindfold off, placed both hands on his cheeks and looked into his eyes, into his very soul. "I love you, Ben..." She kissed him, again and again, hungrily, passionately, repeating those words as her passions took over and she showered him with kisses.

Once she was done, she rested her forehead on his, sliding off his cock as she did so. "I love you too, Sarah..."

She held him close, as if he was the most valuable thing in the world, before kissing him and smiling. "Good boy..."

She untied him but kept the cuffs on as she spooned him, wrapping her arms around his body and holding him close. She stroked his hair and cooed in his ear. "You're safe with me, Ben. You're safe...." They sat like that, in each other's hands, before they drifted off to sleep together.

2 Years Ago

Ben could not believe he was doing this. He looked at the card again as he slowly walked up the driveway. He has spent most of the day thinking about her, her offer, and this appointment, vacillating between accepting or rejecting it. Ultimately, though, he could not resist. Something about the way she made him feel was... intoxicating. And so here he was, walking up to her palatial house, unsure of himself but knowing he had to see it through.

As he stepped towards the front door it swung open and she stepped out. She was wearing black high heel boots and black lingerie. He stopped in his tracks, transfixed by her beauty and the pure radiant energy she felt. The way she stood, the way she looked at him, commanded obedience.

"Come in, Mr. Danforth," She said, smiling as she walked back inside. He followed wordlessly, as if in a trance, and found himself in her parlor. She walked, slowly and deliberately, towards him, her eyes never breaking from his. "You look good, Mr Danforth." He opened his mouth to speak but before he could get a word out she had a finger to his lips.

"You will speak, Mr. Danforth, when I give you permission. Do you understand?" He looked at her finger, for some reason he had a desire to kiss it, but instead obediently nodded. She laughed luridly as she stroked his cheek. "Such a good boy you are."

He blushed as he leaned into her hand. He felt something inside him, a heat, a want, not one he had felt before and not one he knew how to process. She smiled at his reaction, stepping closer until she was right up in his face, their eyes transfixed on one another.

"You are such a good boy, Mr. Danforth. Obeying without question. You want this, you want to obey, don't you?" Her tone denoted an expectation of an answer. He looked down slightly, his face hot and red, and silently spoke.

".... yes...."

She smiled, tapped his cheek. "Very good boy."

She stepped behind him, her hands on his shoulders, massaging them. "Before we continue, we need to discuss a few things. You know what I do, don't you?"

Her hands felt magical, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine, as he closed his eyes, his voice soft and shaky, "... yes, I do..."

She continued as she slowly guided him to a nearby chair. "I'm going to own you during our session, Mr. Danforth. What I say, goes. I'm going to beat you, tie you down, order you around as I see fit. You will be mine, completely, during this session. Do you understand?"

She guided him onto the chair as he obeyed, lost in his feelings.

"... yes... mistress?" His voice showed a little uncertainty with that title, unsure if it was correct or not.

She was mildly surprised, she had never had a client slip into a submissive space this quickly and easily. She laughed and leaned in close. "Not my preferred title, but I do appreciate the effort. I've never liked Mistress, personally. If Master is good enough for a man, it's good enough for me. Don't you agree?"

"Yes... Master..." These words slipped out easily, as if they were natural to him. He felt himself slipping back into the sensation he was feeling and, frankly, was in absolute heaven.

"Good boy." She leaned in even closer, whispering in his ear. "This next part is very important so I want you to listen closely. Understand?"

He nodded, speaking softly. "Yes, Master..."

She squeezed his shoulders lightly, sending a shot of pleasure down his spine. "Good boy."

"If, when we are playing, something becomes too much for you and you want to stop playing, for any reason whatsoever, I want you to say Red. That will be our safe word if you need the session to end. If the pain is too much, if something feels off or if you are hurt in any way, say that and the session will immediately end. Do you understand?"

He nodded emphatically, absorbing everything she was saying keenly. "Yes, Master."

She smiled, continuing. "If something is the matter but you don't want the session to end immediately, I want you to say Mercy. If you need to go to the bathroom, if something in particular feels too intense or uncomfortable and you want things to slow down, even if you just need a second to breathe and collect yourself, that will be our slowdown word to pause the session and for me to check in. Do you understand?"

He nodded again. "Yes, Master."

She patted his head, a playful smile on her face. "Very good boy."

"Stand up." He immediately complied as she gently cupped his face in her hand. "I want you to know that, above all else, you are safe here, Mr. Danforth. I will do with you as I please but I will not make you do anything you do not want to do or hurt you in any way. I promise you. You're safe." She stroked his face as, again, his face flushed.

"Thank you, Master...." She smiled, enjoying the look of peace on his face, before she lowered her hand and prepared for the session.

"Strip, Slave." He obeyed without hesitation, any inhibition gone in his current headspace. He stripped down quickly, given how he was only wearing a button up shirt and slacks. What she noticed was how he carefully but quickly folded his clothes, placing them neatly in a pile on the floor next to him. She smiled, he truly was a naturally born slave.

Once all his clothes were shed and he stood before her completely naked. She circled him, trailing a finger over his body, nodding approvingly at his body. He was quite good looking, actually, with a pretty pleasant body.

She sat down and beckoned to him. "Lay down across my lap." He moved quickly, laying on her lap with his butt up. She slowly stroked his cute bubble butt before reaching out and grabbing his hair, firmly but gently. "I would be willing to bet you've been naughty, haven't you, Slave?"

His mind was racing but, despite it all, he was absolutely loving everything. "Yes, Master..."

Her hands continued stroking his butt, the anticipation of what was coming was killing him. "Tell me how you've been naughty, Slave."

He tried to think of something to say before his mind blurted out the first thought he had. "I've been thinking about you, Master, inappropriately...."

She paused momentarily before continuing to stroke his ass. She was surprised at his confession but.... not unpleasantly so. That, though, did surprise her. "Tell me what you've been thinking, Slave."

He closed his eyes and let his mind go, the words coming naturally to him. "I've been thinking about you, about kissing you, about your hands on my body, about your hands on my neck, ever since last night, Master..."

She smiled, he was totally hooked and she knew it. She squeezed his ass, eliciting a moan from him and cooed into his ear. "Such a dirty, filthy boy you are, aren't you?"

His voice was soft and vulnerable. "I am, I am a dirty, filthy boy, Master...."

She firmly pulled his hair, making him gasp. "And dirty, filthy boys get punished, Slave." She tapped his ass playfully as she made a show of thinking about his punishment. "I think 10 spanks is a good start, don't you, Slave?"

He closed his eyes, excitement, anticipation, fear and wanting running through his mind, playing with his emotions. "Yes, Master...."

She placed her hand firmly on his ass as her voice was stern but comforting. "You will count each spank out and thank me for it. Do you understand?" He nodded, emotions making talking difficult for him in the moment, to which she squeezed lightly and said, "Good boy." Then she raised her hand for the first spank.

SPANK

It stung, hot and angry but... good. So, so good. Ben had been wondering how it felt but was surprised by how amazing it felt, both pain and pleasure mixed. He moaned instinctively and cried out, a bit breathless. "One, thank you, Master!"

Christina was a little surprised by the response. It usually took a little more exposure before her clients so clearly enjoyed the spankings. Most forgot to count or to thank her afterwards, too. She chuckled as she raised her hand again. She was right, he was quite possibly the most submissive man she had ever met. This was going to be fun.

SPANK