The fear of my words caused her to slip sideways before she caught herself. Those were harsh things to say to a young girl but they were the truth nonetheless. She had to know what fate had awaited her had I not come to the rescue. The thought put fear in my heart and a cramp in my gut.
Why do I care so much? Since when do I let emotion cloud my judgment? But she was so damn…perfect, it was hard to imagine her in the hands of some cruel asshole who would break her in a misguided effort to tame that fire that I wanted to keep ablaze.
I knew almost everyone of note in our city and to say that I was one of the more lenient was an understatement. My own dad was known to be a cruel and exacting man who saw nothing wrong with inflicting pain on those he deemed lesser than him. This is something he’d tried to teach a younger me. But thank goodness I wasn’t wired that way.
The thing is, in our society subs can be disciplined for insubordination against someone else in public. Should she show such disrespect to anyone else, I would be forced to punish her and the rule of law, pretty much says I wouldn’t have a choice.
Unless I planned to keep her locked away here for the rest of her life, I wouldn’t be doing her any favors by being remiss in her training. For her own sake and survival I have to get it through to her that there was no escape. That I, was her last everything.
“I asked you a question. Do you understand the rules I have just given you?” My look warned her not to fuck around.
“Yes master.” Her voice was a little less acerbic this time so I ran my fingers lovingly through her hair and down to her cheek. “Good girl.” Soon she will be turning into that simple caress, hungry for the feel of any part of me against her.
“Your body is no longer yours. Everything you are now belongs solely to me and only me. No one else will ever touch you unless I have given them permission.” She opened her mouth as if to question that last statement. “I have not given you permission to speak.” I carried on.
“You will not do anything on your own without first obtaining my okay. Your wants also belong to me. If there is something you have need of, you will tell me this, and I will provide it for you. If you try to hold any part of yourself back from me, I will be very displeased. This is very important so remember.”
“I will teach you how to keep yourself clean for me and it will be your job to maintain your body just the way I like. Are you still with me?” Her mouth was almost to her chest in disbelief. She swallowed whatever it was she was going to say and instead answered in the affirmative.
I’d been steadily stroking my cock this whole time and he was at his fullest. Eleven and a half inches long, and four and a half inches thick. The fat head was an angry purplish hue that was in complete contrast to my otherwise tanned skin. Her eyes followed its slight bob and sway as I moved, and my mind was ablaze with all the things I wanted to introduce her to, but first there was still work left to do.
“Come.” She followed me over to the little corner I had set up for her to sleep in. It will be a long time if ever before she was allowed to sleep in my bed. “This is where you will sleep.” I gave her time to run her eyes over all the chains and pulleys attached to the bed and hanging from the ceiling overhead.
There was a table on the wall nearest with butt plugs and lube. Nipple clamps, pussy rings. Every imaginable device a man of my ilk would need to train his woman to his liking. Her eyes stayed longest on the whips and paddles before going to the St. Andrew’s cross.
I could already see her bound, her legs spread, arms fastened above her head as I drive my cock into her. I ignored the other table there and showed her the spanking bench and some of the specialty clothing I’d bought for her to wear to please me when I was in the mood.
Lately I’d lost interest in playing, was even thinking of hanging it up and finding a wife and mother for my children. Now I feel a renewed vigor at the idea of training someone like her, so passionately stubborn. Add the fact that she was my first virgin and it was a cocktail for every debauched scenario I’d ever imagined.