An Interlude: One Lesson

(His slave was brought into his office by one of his macho, bulky security team. It was a waste of their efforts as he knew she wouldn't want to be going anywhere away from him. She would not know what to do without him. No, not any longer. She would just be lost. She had not made a single decision since she started growing pubic hair and was ordered to tweeze off every hair that emerged there.)

(The hulking guard placed the tiny woman into the heavy restraints designated by the boss. Those restraints could have held him still. They seemed a bit overboard for the miniature adult. Yet, he followed orders perfectly.)

(The feral beauty literally hung in front of the distinguished gentleman.

She was held spread-eagle by heavy restraints that dropped from eye bolts in the ceiling joists and popped up from thick rings that lifted from the floor joists. Chains kept her between the top and bottom, between the left and right. This is what it would feel like to be a simple lowly fly in an exquisite complex spider's web.)

(He stood in front of her. He spoke with his hands clasped behind his back.)

"You see the problem is that life simply is not safe."

(Bringing his hands forward, he made the unyielding tip of a 12" metal rod settle into the divot where the collarbone is open, marking the middle of the chest. He knew the rod held her attention as this spot and just below were very threatening pressure points.)

(He knew that anyone could be stopped from walking with a single touch. Just by pressing this one spot in the center chest, just below the collar bone and just above the beginning swell of the breasts. It was like hitting the off button on a toy.)

"Oh, our parents tell us to be safe. Our teachers tell us how to be safe and expect us to use their tricks and drills. But children, and teens especially, have enough energy and hormones to create their own worlds. They don't care about being safe ... not unless they have already lived through trauma in their life."

(The tip of the rod moved down slowly. Pushing in as it travelled, down the midline of the chest. Stopping at the spot that was even with the bottom of the base of her breasts.)

"Knowing what can break you, really and truly BREAK you, tends to keep people away from experiencing those very things."

(The rod lifted quickly on the word "break" and rapped her on her left nipple. The pain took a moment to be felt after the cold hard metal retracted. The moment was probably a second. It felt like minutes.)

(On the second iteration of the word "BREAK" he lifted an eyebrow by way of checking in with her. She expected he would hit her right nipple. While the pain was still sharp in her left nipple, the rod rapped with all its dense strength and reverberation on her clit. He was able to finish his sentence before she began screaming. Though he then took a momentary break as she surrendered herself to involuntary convulsive writhing. When her body stilled, he continued.)

"After all, you were always meant to protect yourself. It is a biological imperative for a reason! But if you ever hope to have anything truly GREAT, then you do the hard things.

"The more you risk, the greater your reward. The more pain, the more sensitive you become, the sweeter every caress."

(He moved in towards her. She tried to move away but there was no give to her bonds. She stared at him in terror. But the barest touch of his tongue to her clit sent nearly orgasmic waves running through her body ... nearly.)

--{Please, this one begs you, Sir. Please make this one cum, Sir.}--

(He places one hand flat on top of her pubic mound. With his other hand, he slips his middle finger up inside of the trapped pussy. He leans forward.)

"No. Not yet. I cannot see any way that would benefit me.

"It is so difficult to keep others' needs above your own, especially if your own are already sated. This is going to be exponentially true for those who are kept waiting for so long. Suddenly, you are all about your own need for rest instead of being focused on another's needs hoping that it is THIS success that brings you the gift of complete undoing. Once you have had this experience, no other cum will do.

"La petite mort that allows you to rebuild a new life after each one is complete.

"But I am not done with this exact you, as you are, yet."

(He quickly and violently grabbed both of her shoulders - hard. There will be bruises.)

"Sometimes, it pleases me greatly that you are not a masochist to match my sadist. You won't cum from the pain and I can keep hurting you and denying you any relief."

(Oddly, that DID bring her a sense of calm. It is what it always was. He was truly her God. She would cum when he decided.)

(She appeared as he preferred, wore his brand upon the base of her neck on her back, would only eat, drink, sleep, cum, die and be reborn how and when HE decided.)