Peace: Chapter 5

Chapter 5: One Day at a Time

2 Years Ago

There's something about having a compliant slave boy suck your toes that feels strangely empowering. Christina was especially surprised in this specific instance, though, watching Ben suck them with reckless abandon. It usually took subs a session or two to get to this point but Ben took it like a champ. She smiled as she enjoyed the control over him.

"Stop."

He immediately pulled back and returned to a kneeling position, hands behind his back. Another surprise. This was one eager sub. "You want to cum, don't you? Tell me."

He looked down a bit, beginning to stammer. His rock hard cock was answer enough but getting him to admit it, to say he wanted it, was both better at breaking a sub and so, soooo much sweeter to hear.

"I... I want to cum, Master..." Came the soft but earnest reply.

She could see the shame and arousal on his face clear as day. She laughed, deliberately ramping up the mockery in her laughter. "Oh, that's pathetic. You got hard and want to cum from sucking my toes? What a filthy degenerate you are. Look at this hot shot lawyer, sucking my toes and begging to cum like a slutty degenerate."

The verbal degradation also helped break down subs and, more importantly, she loved putting mewling slaves in their place. From Ben's reaction, the shame and arousal was only amped up. So, he likes humiliation? She made a note of that for the future.

She gracefully stuck her foot out, right beneath his throbbing and leaking member. "Touch yourself, you disgusting pervert, but don't you dare cum before I let you. And you will look at me while you do so, Slave." She put on her expression of disgust as he looked up at her, his face red with shame.

He started stroking himself, fast and needy. It didn't take long before he was very obviously close to cumming. She let him linger on the edge, obviously desperate for it, before saying the magic words.

"Cum, Slave."

He shuddered and moaned as he came, his cum shooting on her foot. He bent over and supported himself with one hand as he panted. Now came the real test. It's easy to be a good boy when you're horny and want to cum, but a lot of subs she'd come across lost their appetite after getting their orgasm.

She lifted her foot, covered in his cum. "Look what you did, slave. Clean my foot up, you filthy degenerate."

Part of her expected him to balk but instead, he reached up and began lapping up his cum while also gently squeezing her soles. Her surprise flashed on her face for just a second before she regained composure. Zero hesitation, full commitment, and extra service? He didn't even try to use his hand, he went straight in with his mouth. Damn, he really was born to be a slave.

"Stop."

Ben stopped and pulled back into position, kneeling with arms behind him. She leaned forward, cupping his chin. He still looked lost in subspace, his eyes glazed over. She put on a pensive expression, letting him stew for a bit.

"You were.... acceptable. For now." She stroked his chin and took in his look. "I'll let you come back some time. But first, come here." She gently led him to his feet and to a nearby recliner for aftercare. She laid back with him, cuddling him as she cooed in his ear. "You did good, I'm so proud of you...."

Ben slowly walked down the drive away from Christina's house. His body still stung from the spanking, his face still burned with shame at what he just did but he felt... light. He felt clear. Honestly, he was having trouble thinking of a time he felt less... unburdened. He stopped for a second, taking in the view of the estate. Through the soreness and the humiliation he felt good in a way he didn't even know how to begin to describe. If there was any doubt in his mind, it was gone. He was definitely going to come back.

Christina felt the water wash over her, warm and comforting. It had been a good session, a really good session in fact. Judging by the way Ben reacted, it was just as good for him. She imagined he would be back, and soon.

Something else gnawed at her, though. Ever since her case, she had been thinking of him. She thought it was being dependent on him, that breaking him down and making him submit would make it go away. But it remained. It lingered, unbidden.

Whatever it was, she would get to the bottom of it. She would figure out what this feeling was, one way or another.

A Time For Firsts

Ben slowly opened his eyes before quickly squinting. It had been a while since he'd woken up to sunlight in his face. He turned to face away from the sun, grunting as he did so. Beside him, Christina... Sarah, stirred beside him. He was still getting used to using her real name. That alone made it all feel much more... real.

She opened her eyes slowly, yawning as she did. A big smile came on her face as she saw him looking at her. "Well, hello there, Mr Danforth." They both chuckled and leaned over to kiss each other. She gently held his face as he stroked her hand.

"Sleep well, Ms..." He paused, unsure if she was ok with her full name yet. It took a second, as groggy as she was, to register his pause.

"You can say it, Ben. It would be a bit odd if I had a problem with that." She nodded softly, but also smiled wider. "But I do appreciate the consideration, thank you."

He smiled back and blushed, even now compliments still got him. "You know me, I live to serve... Ms Klein." Her face seemed to brighten up as she gazed into his eyes. After a few seconds, she leaned forward and passionately kissed him deeply, holding the kiss for a good long while.

When she finally leaned back, both of them were more than wide awake. She laughed a little as she stroked his cheek. "Damn, now I'm horny, Ben." Her face went from soft and gentle to mischievous. "I wonder what I could do about that, hmmmm?" Her voice was playful as her hands began to roam over his body.

She pushed him away gently as she pulled herself higher on her bed. "I'll be honest, Ben, I've never done what I'm about to do." She spread her legs as she playfully looked at him. "But I have heard such good things and, to be honest, I want to experience this for myself." She looped a finger around his collar d-ring and pulled him down to her pussy. "You're going to eat me out, Ben."

He beamed when she said that. He'd dreamed of this for quite literally years and now here she was, making his dreams come true. Without hesitation, he slowly lowered his face to her pussy lips, keeping his eyes on hers.

His tongue parted her lifts gently and he started a slow but firm rhythm, steady and consistent. Her face became flushed as she began to moan and quicken her breathing. "Y... yes, oh my god, yes...." He moaned, seeing her pleasure, which made her moan louder. It was the best kind of feedback loop. Then, he found what he had been looking for.

The small nub right around the top of her lips. Even with just his tongue he knew what it was right away. Her clit. He gently stroked it with his tongue, feeling her out, her tolerances.

Her eyes almost bulged as she reached out to grab his head. "Oh my god oh my god right there right there yeeeeeees." Internally smiling, he gave it one more lick before lightly sucking on it. Even he was surprised by how strong the response was.

She cried out, no longer able to form words, threw her head back, grabbed the pillow behind her with one hand, pushed his head deeper with the other and screamed, a primal scream of want and need. He kept it up, sucking and licking, going from clit to lip, slowly but steadily increasing pressure and speed. She tensed up with her thighs, locking his head in place. He could tell there was nothing but the need, the burning desire in her pussy, the one he had created. That feeling was almost better than cumming himself, he felt euphoric how much one flick of his tongue sent her into this space.

They could both feel how close she was, but only he had any coherent thoughts left. She curved her back like a creature possessed, right at the edge, waiting, begging for it to come. He was more than happy to oblige, sucking on her clit while using the tip of his tongue to circle that special spot. It was enough.

Her scream was different now, still primal but more like a scream of release. It was louder, sure, but the tenor felt better. Her whole body shuddered and tensed like she'd received an electric shock. But what happened down at her pussy was just as interesting.

She squirted, right in his face. If she had been coherent she would have noted that she almost never squirts and yet, here she was. It was a relatively impressive flow, too.

For his part, this was the sugar on the cream. He loved it, trying to swallow as much as he could before burying his face in her crotch to breathe it in. It tasted sweet and musky, it smelled of her and it was an inescapable show of her pleasure. Besides, the hopeless sub in him relished in the humiliation and service.

She was lost in her head, floating on a cloud of pleasure. She had heard it described in various ways, some swore by this, others said it was overrated. If Ben could do this to her every time, she never wanted him anywhere but buried in her pussy. Her whole body felt relaxed in ways she was unused too. She felt a sheen of sweat all over her body from the exertion, wondering how she looked.

"You look beautiful, Sarah..." came the voice from near her pussy.

She looked down to see him resting his head on her thigh. He looked how she felt, smiling, that soft, happy smile of his that radiated joy at the sight of her. He was beautiful too, his hair tousled, his energy happy, his face weirdly wet for some reason she could not fathom. "You're beautiful too, Ben..." her curiosity got the better of her. "... but why are you wet?" Come to think of it, her thigh felt wet too.

He chuckled and licked his lips. "You squirted, love."

She raised her eyebrows at that. "I did? No way." Her tone was disbelieving.

"Way." Came his amused response.

They both laughed at that, the unspoken joke shared between them. They sat there, admiring each other for a little while longer.

"Wait... did you call me love?"

He tensed up the same way he did just before she announced punishments.

"No, no, don't worry... I liked it."

He seemed to relax at that. "Yeah, I guess I did call you love, huh? Do you want me to stop?"

She stroked his cheek and smiled. "Pet names and terms of endearment? No, baby, I don't want you to stop." They stayed like that for a while, basking in each other.

One Week Later

The days passed more or less the same, training sessions, service, play sessions and sometimes they would sleep in her bedroom. Today, though, was going to be special. Today, she indulged another fetish of hers she'd not indulged with him yet. She examined herself in the mirror, beige jodhpurs, black riding boots and a green, tight polo. Oh, this will be fun.

After his feeding (oatmeal in a bowl on the floor), she led him out of his cell on a leash while he was blindfolded. She wanted him to be surprised, after all. Their journey took them outside, to the edge of the garden. She stopped, came up behind him and slowly pulled the blindfold off.

In front of them was a single seat pony cart with 4 wheels. It had two metal poles with straps at the far end. He could guess where he was supposed to go.

"Surprise, slave. You get to be my pony for the afternoon!" She leaned forward, whispering right into his ear, sending shivers of pleasure and fear down his spine. "Are you excited, Pony?"

He started to open his mouth when she squeezed his balls hard. He would have doubled over if she was not holding his chest.

"By the way, ponies don't speak, right? They're not even people." She pulled on his balls now, making him mewl in pain. "Hear that, Pony? You're not even a human fucking being. You know what I do to my human slaves, imagine what I do to my ponies!"

She laughed and let his balls go which made him exhale the breath he didn't even realize he was holding. The subtle threat of what was coming both scared and aroused him. Though, at this point, he was not that surprised by his own reaction and, well, he trusted her.

She began to set him up for the day, cuffing his hands behind his back with black leather mitts. Then she pulled out a pair of boots, thick black fetish boots that came up to half of his knees.

"I could lock you in pony boots, make you pull me around on your tiptoes...." She paused, letting that hang over him for a bit. "... but I'll save that for another time."

She did get right in his face and whispered. "But make no mistake, one day you will pull me in that cart wearing ballet boots by the time I'm done with you, slave." She seemed to delight in his nervous reaction before she knelt down, working both boots on his feet before locking them on with padlocks.

Next came a harness made of black leather. It hugged his body, crossing across his chest and perking up his ass, but seemed to comfortably distribute weight across his shoulders. In a strange sort of way, it made him feel.... sexy.

Once that was done, she came in front of him, smiling evilly as she raised two nipple clamps with bells on it. "I need to make sure I can find you, Pony. I could put a bell on your collar but, frankly, this is so much more fun." She slowly clamped one on at a time. They were the adjustable kind mercifully covered in rubber. He mewled all the same, something she seemed to enjoy.

Reaching into the box, she pulled out a head harness. It had blinders, a bit gag and a feather at the front. "This feather, Pony, marks you not just as mine, but as something I care about." She said softly as she strapped and padlocked the harness to his head. Once she was done, his mouth was gagged with the bit gag and his vision was limited to everything right in front of him. Secured like this, as a Pony, made him feel sexy and.... confident? He liked it, whatever the feeling was.

Sarah watched him as she led him to the cart. He seemed.... brighter? Was he standing up straighter? God, he took to this like a duck to water. Then again, he always seemed to take to anything she threw at him, she thought with a smile. She clipped the straps for the pony cart to his harness, securing him to the cart.

She disappeared behind him and in his position he was unable to see what she was up to. Her voice came out behind him. "Now then, Pony, here's how this is going to work. You will stop your right foot to say yes and your left foot to say no. Understand?"

He lifted his right foot and stomped on the ground. "Good. Now, listen closely." He felt a whoosh followed by a crack and an intense sting on his left ass cheek. He screamed out in pain and surprise, this felt like the time she had bullwhipped him. "The means turn left."

Another whoosh, crack and sting on his right ass cheek, ripping another scream out of him. "That means turn right."

Whoosh, crack, sting and scream on his back. "That means slow down."

Two whips, one on each side of his back. He was lightly bucking and screaming now from the pain. "That means stop. And this..." Her tone was particularly dripping with sadistic glee before he felt the whoosh, crack and sting, right on his balls. He bucked hard, screaming in agony and biting into his gag, barely able to stay on his feet. She let him recompose himself before speaking. ".. that means go, or go faster. Do you understand, Pony?"

His mind was almost entirely captured by the agony in his balls but he knew if he did not answer, she'd whip him again, and he could guess where it was going. He stomped his right foot three times, desperate to avoid punishment.

"Good Pony." Her voice sounded softly ecstatic, he suspected that the sight of him like this, bound and whipped, was making her pussy absolutely drip in desire. The whoosh of her whip brought him back to his present, followed by the sting on his balls. He howled in pain but, desperate to escape more whipping, he willed himself to march forward.

The poles, straps and extra wheels proved invaluable, offering him support as he desperately tried to pull himself forward. Another crack and sting on his balls almost made him collapse as he screamed in pain, tears streaking down his cheeks. He tried to focus on the task at hand, focus on taking one step at a time, trying to push past the pain and be a good pony for his Master.

She sat in the cart as Ben dragged himself, and the cart, forward. She could tell he was in pain from the ball whipping, could tell he was barely staying on his feet, but seeing him try to push past it, to be the good pony she wanted, excited her in so many ways.

The sadist loved seeing the pain and exertion, the angry red welts on his ass and back pleasing her. The dominant loved the power she had, able to command her slave with the flick of her whip. And the more gentle, sensual side loved seeing him push himself for her, to please her, seeing him take everything she dished out simply because it pleased her.

Plus, the view was not bad, his slick, sweaty body in that sexy pony outfit. She didn't need to touch her crotch to know she was absolutely dripping in excitement. Well, it was going to be a long straight for a bit, she thought. She unzipped her jodhpurs and slid a hand down to her pussy, intent on enjoying herself.

How long had he been marching? Lord only knew at this point, but he marched on as she directed him around the estate with her whip. His muscles felt burnt in pain, his body sore from whipping and exertion, but he marched on. There's a point where your mind powers down a little, where all it focuses on is whatever task you need to do and nothing more. He had reached that point a while ago, as much pain as he was in, as many whippings as she gave to order him about, all he focused on was obedience to her. To the one he loved. Even in this state, that was still on his mind.

She loved watching him struggle, loved his screams when she whipped him, she loved every second. She was pushing it a little, they'd been here for an hour, but she had faith in him. She just wanted to go up the nearby hill and they would be done for now. She did have to admit that she might have gotten a bit carried away, she did not usually pleasure herself while doing this but, hey, he was special, and the two orgasms were absolutely amazing. She flicked the whip one more time.

He threw his head back, screaming like a banshee, as she whipped his balls. He had gained enough composure not to collapse but it still hurt like hell. His footsteps sped up as he tried to increase his pace to obey. They were coming to a hill and it took every fiber of his being, every ounce of strength to maintain the pace as they climbed the hill. His muscles ached, his soul was close to collapse, but he pushed. He would not disappoint his Master. His love.

She was almost shocked at how he powered up that hill, how he fought to keep the commanded pace. If it had been anyone else, she would have been surprised. She flicked the whip twice to command him to stop.

He felt two cracks on his back and cried out again, but this time more in relief. There was not much more gas left in the tank and he knew it. He hung limply from the straps, panting heavily.

The cart lightly creaked as she stepped off, dropping the whip on the ground. Ben was barely on his feet, more hanging from the straps than standing. He was drenched in so much sweat it was dripping off his face. His body was covered in red welts from the whipping.

"Oh my god..." Her tone was soft as she slowly walked over to him, reaching out a hand and trailing it over his back. "You look absolutely beautiful..."

His body slightly stirred, she suspected he was too exhausted to even raise his head. She trailed her hand over his back, past a welt (eliciting a quiet whimper) and over to his face. She cupped his cheek and lifted his head slightly to look at her. His face looked almost vacant, his eyes glassy. Her own expression turned soft as they both looked at each other with quiet devotion.

"Good Pony..." She said softly, bringing a bit more light back into his eyes.

She began unbuckling him from the cart as she kept cooing in his ear, undoing the straps and taking off the nipple clamps.

Once he was free but still bound, she led him away towards where she had prepared a bench next to a small tree and a cooler for this occasion. She gently guided him down to the bench, sitting him down before she sat next to him. She let him lean against her as he panted, still trying to catch his breath. She reached over and unbuckled his gag, letting it fall to the side.

Glancing over her shoulder, she grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler, opened it and then held it to his lips. He gulped desperately like he'd never seen water before. She pulled the bottle back a few times, not wanting him to get cramps. She stroked his head as he drank, taking in the sight of him. God, he looked resplendent like this, a walking art piece of pain and pleasure. She leaned him down, letting him rest his head on her lap.

His body almost sagged in relief, taking in the restful comfort of the bench. Hearing her whisper words of comfort and affirmation sent him to a deeper subspace, he felt like he was in heaven, even as sore and scarred as he body was. A part of him also noted the scent of her pussy, the musky sweetness of her arousal as he lost himself in her embrace.

They took a nice long while like that, watching the serene garden space, taking the time to sit and just be together. His breathing slowed to a comfortable, relaxed pace. She was still taking in the sight of him, something about sweaty panting ponyboys really sent her wild, and to see Ben, this lovely person she cared for willingly subjecting himself to this degradation made that wild feeling go almost mad with lust.

Everything, the sheen of his naked skin, the welts on his back, the feather, the boots, the harness, all of it was slowly winding her up in the best way. Eventually, that mad lust could be contained no longer.

"Such a good Pony, pretty Pony, sexy Pony...." She trailed off, lightly gasping in need as she played with his hair. That slowly turned into a firm hold on his hair as she pulled his face up to hers, kissing it with a wild passion. Her tongue explored his hungrily, every nook she could find on his mouth. She needed him in the best way.

Ben was almost literally pulled from his restful submission to her kissing him like a woman possessed. The surprise lasted barely a second before he was returning her kisses with equal gusto. His own desires, his own need, building to the forefront with each kiss.

She pushed him back so he was sitting upright before she straddled him herself, looking down at him with a burning, lustful desire. "I must confess, just now? I was pleasuring myself as you trotted along." She unbuckled her jodhpurs as she spoke, exposing her dripping pussy. "You looked beautiful, my pretty little pony." She pulled her polo up, revealing her pert breasts, her nipples already stiff with lust. "I must have cummed 2 or 3 times watching you trot along, sweaty, naked, helpless." Her voice was breathy, her face was that terrifying and arousing mix of sexy and madly possessive she had at her most dominant and desiring.

He was in heaven, he already loved how she looked in that riding outfit but now, with her on top of him like this, her gorgeous tits in his face, his rock hard cock twitching and brushing against her dripping pussy. They were both kissing each other, on the lips, the neck, on her breasts, taking in as much as they could of each other.

"And now, my pretty little pony, I am going to fuck you silly. I am going to take you because I want you. I want you." Her sentence was interrupted by her sliding down onto his cock and biting his neck, hard enough to hurt a little but not hard enough to hurt too much. Ben cried out in joyous submission as she thrusted, pumping his cock slowly but hard. He had never, ever felt more owned, more desired, more wanted in his life. This was more than just lustful desire, somehow it felt like an emotional release, more like the peace he sought. He knew he wasn't supposed to speak as a pony but he hardly gave a damn now, he wanted, no, needed this.

"I... I am yours... all yours, Sarah..." He said between pants, her teeth still buried in his neck. His words seemed to drive her even deeper into an increasingly feral desire, she bit down ever so slightly harder as her hands went wild exploring his bound and bruised body, stroking his arms, squeezing a nipple, scratching his back. Her lips trailed up his neck, leaving bites as she went, up to his ears.

"Again." She whispered, the tone almost desperate and needy.

"I am.. I am yours, Sarah..." He was getting closer now, his voice more ragged. She was close too, but wanted something more from this. Her face was now right in front of his, her hands on each cheek holding tight as if for dear life. Her expression horny, desperate and dominant, his needy, aroused and submissive with tears slowly stroking down from his eyes.

"Again!" Her voice was more forceful now but also restrained, she was holding herself back from cumming to do this.

He focused on her, on his love, on his everything as he bellowed out. "I AM YOURS, ALL YOURS, ALWAYS!" Whatever composure was keeping her from cumming was lost at that and she came, screaming in pleasure on his cock. He was right behind her, shuddering as his hot cum filled up her pussy and dripped down his shaft. Through that, they both kept their eyes laser locked on one another as if the only thing in the world was each other.

His eyes were still on this beautiful, smart, perfect woman he belonged to. Between pants he spoke, his voice soft and reverential. "Yours..."

She smiled and stroked his cheek, the cheek of this wonderful, beautiful, perfect man. Her man. "Mine..." Came her soft and equally reverential reply. A thousand unspoken conversations had, with two simple words.

They sat like that for a while before she pushed off him and sat down, resting his head on her lap again. The quiet of the day was only broken by their soft breathing as she gently stroked his head. She wondered if being that close to her crotch was making him horny when she remembered she could just look and... yup, veeeery horny, based on his cock. She chuckled, there was something gratifying about having that effect on him. Oh well, she made a note to enjoy more... activities with him later, and to take another contraceptive pill.

She adjusted slightly before clearing her throat. "You said you were in trouble when you were young, right?"

He stirred in her lap, her voice bringing him back from wherever his mind had been. "Yeah, I got arrested." He seemed calm, relaxed. "It was stupid. I got drunk, I got mad, I beat some guy up and threatened his friend."

She kept stroking his head as she pensively considered her next words. "It does not sound like you were in a good place then." She could feel him tense up a bit, the topic of his youth was a sore one for him and always had been. He had his limits, and she respected that, but she always got the feeling there was something more there.

Ben swallowed as he thought about that time. He tried not too, tried very hard not too. "If you don't want to talk about it right now, that's ok, I just wanted you to know you will always be safe with me and can always talk about anything with me." The softness of her tone and the gentleness of her touch helped ground and calm him.

He laughed a little, if someone had told him years ago that he'd feel safe tied up and naked in a pony costume after having been whipped all day in the arms of the one who did this to him, he would have said they were mad, and yet here he was. He sighed, if he trusted her with his life, surely he trusted her enough for this.

Sarah waited a while, almost moving on and changing topics, before he spoke. "You mentioned that your parents were controlling, that they dictated a lot of your life?" His voice was hesitant and halting, as if he was having to push the words out one at a time. "Mine... weren't."

She paused at the mention of his parents before continuing to stroke his head. He had never, ever even mentioned them before. "My mother called me a disappointment every chance she could." Another sigh from him as she kept quiet, giving him the space to speak his mind. "My father... called me a worthless parasite." He croaked, holding himself back but letting the unspoken story behind those statements flow in the silence. "After college, I never spoke to them again."

The wind was blowing gently as she kept stroking his head. She could hear the pain in his voice, sharing even that small amount with her, and understood his hesitance. She always figured there was something like that he was holding on to, but hearing it from him directly, having that thought become a reality, it hit like a truck. She wiped a tear away from her eyes with a free hand. The reality put quite a bit about him into perspective, his early aimlessness, his vulnerability, his desire to please and submit and obey. Even when they first met, when he had first intrigued her, she wondered if part of that was one kindred spirit recognizing another.

"I'm sorry, Ben, and I'm sorry for making you think about that." Her voice was soft, barely perceptible.

He turned his head to face her, seeing the redness of her eyes. He shuffled to turn around to face her on her lap (no mean feat with his hands tied behind his back) and smiled at her. "Hey, there's no need to apologize, Sarah, you're ok. I feel safe with you."

She seemed to brighten, just a bit, and cracked the smallest of smiles before she reached down and stroked his cheek lovingly. In the oddest way, opening up to her, sharing that with her, the vulnerability... it made him feel better in a way. It made him feel seen. He truly felt safe with her.

They gazed at each other for a while longer, taking comfort in each other's smile. Ben figured this was as good a time as any to ask the question that had been sitting on his mind since she first came to him with her proposal.

"Hey, Sarah?" Her gaze focused, his voice bringing her back to the present. "There is something that I've been wanting to know for a while." His face focused on hers, his expression curious but a bit vulnerable. "Why me?"

She could tell that question had been on his mind for a while and she had promised him an answer. She laughed, looked up while she considered her answer, then returned his gaze and she cupped his cheek. "I've told you about my own father, what that was like. It left me... uncomfortable with the idea of relying on another. Even with my brother, James, I feel like I need to be in charge, I need to lead. Little wonder I ended up a dominatrix." She waved her hand with a flourish, laughing at her joke. "But it can be... tiring. To be the one calling the tune. It gives me comfort, it gives me power, but a part of me is left... wanting. Seeking something that I've never found in power." She paused, trying to find the right word to describe it.

Ben was listening intently when it clicked for him. "Peace."

She looked at him, mildly surprised, before she started nodding as she thought about it. "Yes, you're right. Peace. I find myself lacking peace. I can get by perfectly fine, but every once in a while, I find myself wanting that peace." She looked back to him to find a look of total recognition. He knew exactly what she was talking about. The realization made her blush and smile. "There have been two people in my life I felt safe with, safe enough to let go and rely on. One was my mentor, Lady Pressly. She started me down this path, helped me find this part of myself, has been nothing but my staunchest ally and closest friend. I would not be here without her. The other person... is you."

His eyebrows raised ever so slightly at that. "It's true. I will admit, the first time I met you, I thought very little of you. Some wet behind the ears lawyer barely older than me? I thought you were a joke." She sighed a little as she thought about her words. "I went to your boss and demanded a different lawyer, a better one. I still remember his words."

She turned to the side and put on a deeper accent while theatrically waving one hand. "Christina, if Ben Danforth can't win this case for you, no one can." They both laughed at her rendition of his boss, the mirth of the moment grown by how accurate she was.

Once the laughter died down a bit, she continued. "I thought you would fail me. And you didn't. You came through for me. And that mattered to me, more than even I realized at the time." She tenderly stroked his cheek. "I told you I was looking for a slave all my life, looking for someone to make mine. That was, and is, true."

It was her turn to look a little uncomfortable but she knew he had every right to know this. "I wanted a slave who could be more than that, more than just my slave. I wanted someone I could share the more tender moments with. I wanted someone... someone I could feel that peace with."

He looked up at her, surprised. Was she saying what he thought she was saying? "I sought you out, met you at that party in your office for a purpose. I wanted to seduce you, get you to submit to me. I was pretty amused by how easy it was, honestly, you are the single most naturally submissive man I have ever met in my life."

She chuckled and played with his hair as he blushed. "But, yes, I sought you out. I wanted you. I just could not stop thinking about you after the case. I just could not get you out of my mind." They both smiled a bit more at each other. "I thought it was because I had to rely on you, so I needed to reassert myself. Even after making you submit, you were still there. Still on my mind. Always. It was mildly maddening." A half-smile, almost a smirk flashed on her face. "And then... I realized. I trusted you. I liked you. I wanted you as more than just my client." Her face was a bit more serious now. "Not as Christina, but as me... as Sarah."

She furrowed her brow as she cleared her throat. "I put on the act, Christina, so the world is always one step away from me, so that no one is close to who I am. I tried to distance myself and Christina for that reason. Klein?" She scoffed at her own name. "It means small. And Sarah? That means Princess. I am neither small nor just a Princess." Her tone was almost forceful now, the dominatrix coming out just a little.

"Hence Christina Konigin. The powerful, sexy dominatrix that has men and women literally crawling on their hands and knees, begging to kiss her feet." Her tone softened now, the dominatrix receding just as fast as it emerged. "But nothing I do will ever change that I'm still just Sarah Klein. All the bravado, all the power, won't change that. I don't need to be Sarah Klein all the time, or with everyone, I just... I want time to be me. I want to share who I really am with someone. I want to feel safe with them and I want that peace with them." She was staring into the distance now, mildly lost in thought. "I never met anyone even close to being worthy of that. Until I met you."

Her gaze returned to him now, her expression soft and gentle. "I love you, Ben Danforth. I love your body, sexy, hot and sooooo good..." Her tone turned sensual for a second. ".... I love your mind, sharp as a tack and quick as a bolt. I love your heart, kind, considerate, thoughtful and endlessly selfless. I love your personality, funny, pleasant and polite. I love you." Her tone was soft, gentle now as her expression changed to something more... vulnerable? Almost fearful. "And I so desperately want you to love Sarah Klein, not just Christina Konigin. I want you to want me." Her eyes were glassy now, her own vulnerabilities on display now.

He listened intently as she spoke, sensing her opening up something deep, something vulnerable. Once she was finished, he heaved himself up, stood up and straddled her, one knee on each side of her. Her eyes were wide with surprise as he straddled her, his face in front of hers as he had a reassuring, warm and gentle smile on his face. "If my hands were not cuffed, I would be stroking your face, Sarah." He spoke softly, his tone as warm as his smile. "I know Christina Konigin and I know you. I see you. And I love you, Sarah Klein."

Her face was still wide with surprise but a new emotion was slowly building on her face. "I don't love you just because you tie me up and whip me, just because you have a body to die for and I want to kneel for you. I love you because in all our conversations together, you get me. I love you because you're smart and hardworking and because you are kind. I see you, Sarah Klein, and I love you." His face radiated affection, devotion and love.

For the first time in a long time, Sarah was speechless. To hear him say it, affirm it, it sent her heart fluttering. She beamed, the joy plain on her face, as she grabbed Ben's face with both hands, kissing him deeply. When she finally pulled herself back, she was still beaming. "Thank you..." Her voice was soft as they held each other, lost in the moment, lost in each other.

Together

I guess it's true what they say, time flies when you're having fun. 4 weeks flew by faster than either of them imagined and both of them felt a tinge of sorrow to see their... vacation end. That sorrow was helped by excitement for the future.

Ben felt a little odd wearing his suit, after almost a month at Sarah's mercy wearing basically nothing made the fabric seem strangely restrictive. They had driven back to his apartment from her mansion, his leave almost entirely over, and were riding the elevator up. Only a day or two remained before he needed to be back at work. A part of him looked forward to it, but a part of him wished he didn't need to.

The ding of the elevator snapped his attention back to reality as they both got off at his floor. They smiled at each other, remembering the last time they met here, as he opened his front door, letting them in. His apartment looked almost the same as it did when he was taken almost a month ago. He was wearing the same suit, she was wearing the same dress. It seemed the same, but different.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, soft and loving, a kiss he happily reciprocated, holding her hips as he did so. It took a good long while before they finally parted, more than happy to be lost in the embrace.

"So, my subby love, how do you feel?" Her voice was sweet, her smile wide but he knew her enough to notice the little hint of anxiety.

He smiled back, playfully tilting his head. "Well, my dommy darling, that was the best month of my life, bar none." She seemed happy to hear that as they made their way to the couch. Still, he could sense anxiety, uncertainty. It was a feeling he was well familiar with.

"I didn't say this before but you do have a nice apartment, Ben." She looked around at his living room, taking it in while he remained focused on her. An idea was forming in his mind, an idea that had been bouncing around for a while now, since their chat after the pony session. It took a lot of his fortitude but he worked up the nerve to try. What was the harm in trying?

He got up to make both of them a drink. If he was going to do what he wanted to do, lord knew he was going to need some dutch courage. "I am curious, Sarah, have you ever subbed?" His tone was innocently curious as he handed her a scotch, sitting next to her as he did so.

She smiled and laughed, taking a sip from her drink before answering. "I have actually. My mentor, Lady Pressly, insisted. She always says you should never dish out that which you have not received." A sigh of happy remembrance escaped her. "She made sure I.... understood the sub's perspective. It was fun, I liked it, but I prefer to dom most of the time."

He tilted his head and smiled. Other than when he had defended her all those years ago, he had never felt this... confident. A line from one of his favourite musicals came to mind. He smelt blood in the water.

"Have you ever considered subbing with someone? At least, for a bit?" He smiled playfully as she raised an eyebrow quizzically. "Lord knows I can attest to the relaxing afterglow." He lightly chuckled.

She looked pensive, taking a moment before answering. "Yeah, I have thought about it. Like I said, I liked it even though I prefer domming. But if finding a slave to make mine..." She rubbed his leg, smiling. "... was hard enough, finding someone I feel safe enough to submit to would be next to impossible." Her glass tinked as she shook it, more to distract herself than anything else.

"I wouldn't be so sure, Sarah."

She almost jumped in surprise as her head snapped to face him. His tone was smooth, unhesitating... almost predatory. He was looking at her, face tilted forward, a smile unlike anything she had seen before on his face. He lightly bit his lower lip for just a second, enough to send a clear signal of his intentions. Her laugh was nervous, half fear and half... arousal. She now understood perfectly what he meant every time he mentioned how being intimidated by her aroused him.

He put his glass to one side as he leaned forward, his smile growing. "I could dom you if you wanted." He sounded like a cat playing with his food, he almost sounded like... her.

"B.. but you're a sub, you don't want to dom, do you?"

He reached up with one hand, taking a strand of her hair in his hand and lightly looping it around a finger. "I'm willing to give it a try if you are." His sultry smooth tone was almost hypnotic.

"But... but I'm a dom. I'm your dom." Her voice was getting quieter as she slowly, inch by inch, slipped into an entirely unfamiliar headspace.

He laughed as another finger trailed up her thigh, gently pushing the hem of her dress back. "So? You'd still be a dom, and you'd still be my dom. I'd still submit to you nine times out of ten. Who says doms can only dom, or that you can't ever submit to a slave?"

Her dress was now pushed all the way back to her panties. They both knew she was deeply aroused by the situation. "What matters is that you enjoy it, you want it. Think of it as..." he tilted his head, thinking. ".... your slave serving you in one more special way. Besides, you're telling me if I slip this finger in your pussy it won't be soaking wet at the thought?" His finger trailed along her panties, feeling the dampness as he brushed her pussy lips, drawing a needy gasp from her. "Well? Would they be?" His tone was more firm but still playful.

Her mind was almost blank beyond burning desire and a hint of fear. She was frightened of giving in, frightened of being vulnerable like that.... but she trusted him. She looked at him, face blushing redder than fire.

"They would be dripping, Ben."

And with that, he knew she was hooked. The unspoken permission clear as the coquettish look on her face. The sofa creaked as he stood, circling her like a shark before settling in behind her, leaning forward to lightly bite her earlobe and whisper.

"Get up and strip for me."

This was a side of Ben she had never seen, his tone promised pleasure for obedience and pain for trouble. She stood and slowly shed her clothes, one at a time, while he stood behind her and watched. Once she was stark naked, she heard the ruffle of fabric followed by his hands, firmly grasping her arms. His touch was firm but not too hard, not too... unenjoyable. His hands trailed down to hers, almost caressing her as they did so. She felt him bind her hands with what she assumed was his necktie. It was a surprisingly effective knot, one loop around each of her wrists and tied off in the middle. The knot didn't tighten, either, which meant he tied off the knots themselves. She was legitimately impressed.

"Your knot is very good, surprisingly.. ahhh!"

She was surprised by his sudden embrace, wrapping his arms around her. One hand reached up to her breasts, squeezing and playing with them while the other slid inside her dripping wet pussy. She moaned and felt her face flush, her mind empty just that bit more. And he kept nibbling on her earlobe, that move alone sending her even deeper into subspace.

"Thank you, that means a lot to me coming from you." He said, in between bites on her ear. His tone was hungry but... loving, in a way? "And I was right, your pussy is dripping like a fire house, my lovely little slut."

He hummed lightly, clearly enjoying himself. She felt his fingers slip out of her (she gasped and moaned in response) and that hand disappear behind her. They reappeared in front of her, grasping her bunched up panties. Her eyes widened as she realized what he intended to do.

"Open wide, my slut." He said playfully, pressing the panties against her lips. She opened her mouth, letting him stuff them in. They were simple black lace panties but she could taste her own pussy juices on them, the sweet taste of her own arousal. It seemed to make her hornier as she involuntarily thrusted in his arms, eliciting a playfully sadistic chuckle from her lover. "I want you to keep those in there until I tell you to take it out, understand?" She nodded enthusiastically, increasingly lost in the moment.

Ben slowly turned her around to face him, the two of them eye to eye. He looked firm but gentle, in control but in love. She was blushing, her eyes zoning out but her face happy. His hand gently caressed her cheek as he took in the figure of his bound partner.

"Just let go for a bit, Sarah. Just follow my lead. Just relax and be." His tone was hypnotically soft. Whatever hesitation existed in her fell away as she fully slipped into subspace. She was his, fully, and they both knew it.

He gently guided her back to the couch before making her lay in his lap, ass in the air. His hand gently caressed her ass as he savoured the sight. They both knew what was coming and they both relished in it. His left hand was wrapped around her shoulders, holding her in place. It made her feel more comfortable, more safe, and she sighed even as her ass tingled in anticipation.

"Are you ready?" He squeezed an ass cheek as he asked, prompting a needy moan from behind her panty silenced lips. She nodded rapidly as she silently begged for it. He smirked, waited a few seconds to let her stew in it, then spanked her ass.

SPANK

Her body jolted, the spank a shock to her system in the best way. Her cheek stung, not painfully so but enough to hurt, enough to enjoy. She moaned, grinding her pussy into his leg as she did so. He noticed and smiled, raising his hand again.

SPANK

She moaned louder now, the pain slowly tingling down her spine and crotch.

SPANK

Her pussy was dripping even harder now, the pain and pleasure mixing into an ecstatic cocktail of sexual energy.

SPANK

She was moaning louder, sucking on her own panties. She knew how degenerate this was but did not care a whit, she wanted this, needed this. The freedom of submission, the freedom to care about nothing, the freedom to just be. He spanked her again and again and again and she loved every second. No worries, no thoughts, no choices, just...

Peace.

Ben sighed as he stroked her ass, a fiery red. It even felt hot to the touch. It looked like a work of art, the beauty in the pain. Beyond that, the power he felt, the control, was intoxicating. The feeling of having another in your hands, at your mercy.... it was indescribable. And for it to be someone you loved and who loved you, someone you trusted and who trusted you... now that was the sugar on the cream.

In that moment, as they both explored each other's usual roles, the same thought came through their minds.

"I can see why they like this."

Ben pulled her up, careful to keep a firm hold of her. He laid her back on the couch with her face up and looking at him. He smiled, recognizing the look on her face, the spaced out joy being a feeling he was intimately familiar with. He kept an eye on her as he stripped down till he was naked himself, his own arousal clear by his rock hard, throbbing and dripping cock.

She was so lost in subspace she barely noticed anything until he was on top of her, naked. He looked soft, his face the one she saw in their more tender, intimate moments. He reached up and pulled her panties out of her mouth, kissing her deeply as he dropped them to the side. Their tongues explored each other intensely, their intimate passion for each other on full display. When he finally pulled back he smiled, stroking her face as his other hand guided his erect cock in her pussy. It was so absolutely drenched that there was no need for lube.

Her eyes widened as he filled her with his cock, his rhythm slow at first. He thrusted slowly but consistently with her feeling every thrust of his cock into her desperate pussy. He buried his face into her chest, licking and lightly biting all over her breasts. He was a man possessed by her, her skin, her scent. Sarah laid there, basking in the attention, basking in the freedom to do nothing but be. She moaned louder, a needy moan of pleasure begging for more.

His pace quickened now as he moved to her arms, burying his face in her pits. Her scent had always sent him wild but now, with no restraints or orders to hold him back, he was going almost feral. He was thrusting with a lot more force now, not enough to hurt but enough her breasts were bouncing to each thrust. She was barely aware, her eyes damned near rolled back into her head. Her moans became screams, screams for more, for harder, for faster, screams for him to take her. From her armpit where his tongue was still working like a thirsty dog, he heard and was more than happy to oblige.

Her breasts were bouncing wildly now from how hard and fast he was fucking her. They were both close now, her screams devolving into primal yawps of lust. He held her head with both hands, looking right into her eyes, so close he could feel her eyelashes on his. A thousand different emotions flashed in the few seconds as they got right on the edge. Obsession, desire, love, admiration, respect, want, need, burning hot lust. They bared their souls on the edge of bliss for each other and they both instinctively understood, for that moment their souls merging in one union of love, lust and bliss.

They both screamed, loud and primal, as they came, their bodies tensing like they were being tased as their minds detached for just a moment, floating in the pleasure of their orgasm. His hot cum, mixed with her juices, flowed from her pussy and around his cock as he pumped her full of his seed. She arched, thrusting her body into his, as every muscle in his body spasmed. Through it all, they focused on each other, eyes on nothing and no one else.

For them, in that moment, there was only the two of them.

The next few moments were a blur. He didn't even remember untying Sarah, not that it bothered him. They were cuddling on the couch, him lying on his back, her spooning him as she ran a hand on his chest. Out the window, the moon was high in the sky and shining through, into the apartment. A good amount of time passed as they sat before either of them spoke.

"That was amazing, Ben..." Her tone was still soft, still lost a little in subspace.

He smiled and kissed her forehead before he replied. "Thank you. I learned from the best." They both laughed at that. It was silent for a bit longer before she continued.

"What comes now? I know what I want, I said it almost a month ago. What do you want?"

He sighed pensively, thinking of his response. "I love you, Sarah. I am more than happy to be yours, more than happy to be more than that if you wanted." He paused for a second, stroking her head. "But I do value my career and I still want to do it. Would that be a problem?"

She turned to look up at him, a smile on her face. "That would be perfectly fine. I do want to keep working in my own career. Would that be a problem for you?"

He would have thought it would bother him, her still working with clients, but knowing it was he she loved... it just didn't. He reached out and playfully booped her nose. "No, I don't mind. I know you only love one."

They smiled, happy in the embrace. She tilted her head as she trailed circles on his chest.

"You know there will be challenges. With you working in the city and my home where it is, there might be times of distance." He nodded slowly, thinking about it before speaking.

"Any relationship will have challenges. Whatever comes our way, whatever issues may arise, we'll face it, one day at a time."

She smiled, calmed by his words as he reached over and stroked her face.

"Together."

THE END