“MY will be done.” Closed for Marauder13

Dominique lay nude across her opulent bed as was her habit after she had acquired a new submissive while Dylan gave her a back rub and her mind returned once more into the past…

Oh how she missed her parents and the life they had once shared, from her cradle they had been her beloved mentors in all things of importance.

On might say that she had been quite literally born into the lifestyle, her mother a renowned Mistress had married her first submissive it had been a love match and Dominique had been born of their hedonistic union. Born and bred on the huge estate where she still lived, she had grown up around a household geared towards an alternative way of living. Although protected from many aspects the young precocious Dominique had missed very little including what went on behind closed doors and hidden dungeons, she had ears and sharp eyes and a most winsome manner and used all to her advantage. Although home schooled by various tutors at 15 they has sent her away to finishing school in Switzerland to round out her education both parents determined to open up new world wanting to afford her the freedom of choice as to the path her life would untimely lead her to.

At the end of three years she had hurried home secure in the knowledge that she truly wanted to take over the family business, but for now content to quite literally learn the ropes, all the delightful intricacies of becoming a Dominant of the caliber of her lovely mother. She arrived at the estate to find that both of her parents died in a tragic accident that very morning, leaving all to their only daughter.

Dominique’s only regret was that he mother had not known of her decision….

As was her nature she jumped in and took over where her mother had left off missing barely a heart beat, she wasn’t one to sit around and mope but deep down inside of her something had simply died, some integral piece of her psyche became locked away unexplored.

Life goes on and hers had as she was forced out of the shadows very quickly becoming a Mistress unparalleled, not only in her own community but in her entire country, her reputation was even known abroad. It had taken single minded dedication and above all her else own unique innate ability to see into the heart of another to strip them bare of artifice her gift to quite literally be able to see through their own eyes that had propelled her to the very top of her chosen profession.

The young Dominant had known from an early age where her proclivities lay she would never ever be submissive, to give her control over to another just was not in her genetic make up, so strong was her conviction that she doubted if she would ever even marry. Even the niceties of lovemaking had been handled as she had any other challenge something to be explored refined and finally mastered. For Dominique it was all about her control, she would never relinquish it willingly to another, be they submissive, another dominant or even husband.

Dominique style was one of quiet dominance no one had ever even heard her raise the voice above its normal sultry tones even when it appeared annoyed or angry. She was known for the spectacular training she was able to afford any under her tutelage, if you had trained with Mistress Dominique it opened door hitherto unavailable to a young male submissive. Mistress Dominique’s took in 2 students every year she rarely took females; the demand to become her submissive was intense, the process of selection intimidating. The Mistress kept each submissive for only a single year before helping them find their forever home and never in 5 years had she broken with that pattern, not once had she been tempted to keep one for her own. Dominique had many submissive and slaves in her household but none to whom, she had shown her inner self; the woman behind the façade she wore like a second skin, when a student became too close it was time for another to take his place.

She loved the whole process of learning what would make a new submissive tick the small nuances that she would use to her advantage during the training process. The checks and balances necessary to help him develop to his full potential. She only took the natural submissive into her program; the needy or dysfunctional didn’t make it far during her selection process. Her eyes narrowed as she remembered Zachary, there had been something special about the young man that had given her pause, he had been amongst the final four until she had discovered his Achilles heal and released him , she had been disappointed but never deviated from her standards and certainly not because of a pair of soulful eyes or some man child who professed his undying love for her. Silly boy she would love no one in this life time! Dominique flipped on her back so Dylan could continue his message barely feeling his sensual fingers as they expertly messaged her flesh relaxing nonetheless beneath his ministrations her mind a million miles away. If Zachary hadn’t proved so needy perhaps he might have been the one to penetrate her defensive's, he also had an unfortunate though ingrained habit of stretching the truth to suit the situation; Dominique abhorred lying firmly believing that there had to be absolute truth between her subs and herself, it was after all the foundation on which all else rested…..

“Dylan!” startled from her reverie by a sharp pain in her right nipple she looked down at the slave who was now cowering at the other end of her bed head bent muttering incoherent apologies of some sort.

“Enough! I have told you more than once about the ring it simply cannot be worn when you are addressing my more intimate needs, give it to me please.”

She sat up and held out one immaculate hand. With out hesitation Dylan removed the ornate ring he wore and placed it in her palm his eyes remaining down cast.

“Why?” She asked him softly.

“I used my Mistress’s property to mar her beautiful skin…I am unworthy… I coveted that which was not mine to covert. I …I disobeyed her command…t..this was my second warning.” The last was said in a small quavering voice.

His Mistress arose from her bed and nonchalantly dropped the offending ring in a basket while examining her nipple with an eagle eye…it was nothing.

“Where do you belong Dylan?

He was off the bed in an instant, on his knees, lips pressed to her bare feet

Dominique leaned over and gently ran her fingers through his luxurious long black tresses, without warning she entwined her fingers and caught a handful using it to raise him to the level of her eyes. For the six foot male the crouching position was awkward and uncomfortable.

“I shall be leaving tonight to train my new students you will present yourself for discipline, no play and no masturbation while I am gone, do you understand me?” It was a rhetorical question but he answered nonetheless.

“Yes my Mistress.”

She released him “Go from my sight.”

She turned her back as the downcast slave hurried from her bedroom, Dylan was one of her best but he had a weakness for pretty baubles, she shook her head slightly amused knowing exactly what he would be feeling at this very moment.

She smiled at her reflection in the full length mirror secure in the knowledge he would follow her command to the letter knowing that he would be further humiliated in that she wouldn’t perform the prescribed punishment herself, another of lesser rank would. She grinned, 10 lashes, no play, and no masturbation might seem mild, however Dominique could be away for at least 2 months, and those months would seem like an eternity without such privileges…

It was her habit to begin her training one on one with her new students; she took them off to a specially prepared training facility in another part of the country. Dominique believed that training a submissive required a hand on approach, it was quite like training puppies, they needed to bond and trust her as their pack leader. They needed to know with absolute certainty that she would care for their needs and well being, that she would protect them, that she would correct and discipline them as she saw fit. As pack leader/Dominant it was her will and hers alone that would govern their day to day choices. They would return with her happier in that the burden from every day decisions would have been lifted from their shoulders. They would be free to immerse themselves with totality in her rigorous training program.

Smiling softly at the beautiful diminutive woman in the mirror who stood there at barely 5ft 2ins in her bare feet she began to dress.

Lacy lavender soft satin bra and panties with a matching suspender belt which held up sheer stockings over which she slipped a soft sheath in a slightly darker shade of lavender. Her dress clung to her lovely frame like a jealous lover hugging every curve giving tantalizing teases of her undergarment as she moved. The soft fabric shimmered in the firelight cast from the ornate fireplace it was demurely high in front falling slightly from her shoulders exposing her lovely back to perfection. Dominique piled her rich mahogany colored hair atop her head allowing many of the bouncy waves to cavort around her slender frame as they pleased. A pair of spike heeled silver sandals fastened around her slim ankles and she was ready. She needed no make up to enhance the effect she had created. She was evocative, a subtle mixture of allure and captivating innocence. Smiling, once again at her reflection she struck a provocative pose and whispered,

”It appears that it is show time once again Mistress Dominique, are you up for the new challenge?”

Dominique bored easily but this year she had found two prime specimens and was looking forward to their training with relish, it would be satisfying to see how quickly she could bend the two men who towered over and out weighed her to her will especially once the initial glamor of been chosen ones had worn off. Simon especially, for he was an unwilling participant having been sent to her by his Master for retraining. He would be an exceptional challenge, one that Dominique felt she needed at this stage in her career, she hated to admit it but she was becoming dissatisfied with her life as it stood something needed to change she hadn’t pinpointed what as yet.

Dominique’s was looking forward to a new challenge, thankful however that she was not the one chained naked in an empty room, in an unknown place, at the mercy of another!

Both men new of their fates, nevertheless they had an arduous trip in front of them, as she smoothed and chipped at their rough edges molding them carefully into priceless commodities they would both eventually become.

Without a word to any one she left the huge mansion she called her home taking a last solitary walk in the moonlight as she stilled her mind before making her way to the waiting limousine. The driver held the door open for her and she settled herself in the plush exterior of the limo anxious now to get going;with the exception of a murmured thank you she paid him little attention her mind already focused on the long task ahead of her…

Aaron Cartwright stood by the open grave, looking down at his younger brother's final resting place. His family had finally left. His mother's sister had finally helped his parents move away. Neither of the elder Cartwrights had stopped crying through the final stages of the funeral. No one knew why it had happened. No one saw it coming.

No one knew except for Aaron.

In his pocket was a letter explaining what brought about the tragic turn of events that saw his younger brother take his own life. He couldn't share it with his family, as they had no idea about the kind of life that the two sons led.

"Zac... why? Was it really that bad?" He squatted down at the edge, looking at the ornate coffin and it's smattering of dirt across the top. "There is no way I can show this to mum and dad. Any of it. I just can't. Not now. Remember how hard it was to get them to accept that we each have had lovers and neither of us are married yet? They still look at each woman they see me with, adding our family name to hers, and imagining their reward for the hard work as parents; holding their grandchildren.

"How the hell are they going to accept that their younger son was a submissive? And trying to explain that to them? Worse yet, how would they react to knowing that I was a Dominant? That, in their minds would be worse!"

His hand slid into the jacket pocket, touching the paper were Zac had written his final words to his family. The ink that formed the words seemed to burn through the paper and scorch his fingers, drawing the echoes of the words from the depths of his mind. Anger, sadness and a sense of hopelessness swept over him. Tears rolled down his cheeks while he fought to regain composure.

"There is one thing, Zac. I will promise you not to take revenge on her for what she did to you. I will not mar you memories with others that are just as bad, if not worse."


Natalie raked her fingernails down his chest, leaving a trail of red lines over each pectoral. She dragged her nails back up his chest, letting her hands come to rest on his shoulders, taking a firm grip before resuming her rapid riding of his solid length.

His cum was leaking out of her as she worked hard for her own orgasm. His girth was enough to get her halfway there alone, and the rapid motion was hitting all the right spots for her. She had been well paid, and the actual assignment was very, very good. She had cum twice already, and the final one had the feel of being the biggest one yet. Beneath her, he moaned with pleasure at the way she was fucking him, driving him back to the pleasure realm once more.

The sudden clenching of his cock by her pussy was the first sign of the explosive release. She stayed as still as she could, half of him within her rapidly flexing core. Her entire body thrummed like a violin string. Her voice squeaked out a long sigh through shallow breathing. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she rode out the emotional wave that threatened to carry her off him.

When she regained control over her leg muscles, she allowed herself to slide down his length one last time, releasing a long moan in the process. Natalie laid down, covering his naked form like a blanket. She kissed his cheek, noting that he was fully unconscious.

"Thank you, sweetie. You were great. I must look you up sometime, for a more personal session, rather than this professional one." She checked his wrists, still secured in the velco straps, as were his ankles. "Those wont hold you for long, sweetie. Maybe an hour or two after you come fully awake. By that time, well, it wont really matter anymore, will it?"

Natalie removed herself from him, taking one last look at the shaft that was still giving her wonderful aftershocks. She gathered her clothing up, quickly dressing and getting the remainder of her effects before slipping out of his apartment.

"In some ways, if I am really lucky, he wont even remember who it was that fucked his brains out."


Aaron waited by the door to the waiting Limousine. He couldn't believe his luck that he was a close match in physique to her driver. Of course, her driver was not in any condition to drive, or anything else, if his accomplice had managed to execute her part of the plan properly. The man would be drugged senseless, coming into effect at some stage through the sex Natalie would have with him, and leave him sleeping for about 12 hours.

It had taken him a few days to get the necessary information together, but once he got the first piece, it was easy to use that snippet of information to get the next, and so on and so forth. The joys of being a Dominant was confidence, and that came to be very useful when trying to get somewhat less publicly known information. But the more he had, the easier it was convince others that he had the right to know. He even took the time to render the radio that the driver used to contact whoever inoperative. He would hear nothing, and no one would hear him.

He brought his emergency bag, full of all the items that he would need to complete his plan, and ready Dominique for some interesting times. The brothers had looked out for each other, finding out what they could on prospective partners for the other. Aaron felt angry at himself for missing the danger signs when he investigated Dominique for Zac. She was physically everything Zac wanted in a woman. Even Aaron felt the definite stirring in his pants when she saw her. She projected an air of calm and composure that had Aaron partially jealous because while he could do the same, it was by conscious effort, whereas Dominique managed it as easily as she breathed. He knew that she was very selective when picking her submissives, and to date had never kept one for herself.

"But Aaron, she is perfect. I can see us together for the rest of our lives."

"Zac, the chances of her keeping you are so close to nil as to not be funny."

"Aaron... I know that I will leave a damned good impression. I know that there is something missing. I can feel it. I can fill it."

Aaron looked at Zac with a questioning look. The two were open with each other, never holding anything back. "Are you sure you're not thinking with your dick?"

"Not yet, but I sure as hell hope to one day."

They both laughed and continued on the path to get Zac connected with Dominique.

"Yes, something was missing alright. The Dominant's understanding of what a submissive truly feels toward their Dominant. He promised me not to get revenge on her, and I honour my promises. But there was nothing mentioned about educating her. Zac will be the last that suffers at her hands in that manner."

He fumed quietly, regaining his composure just moments before he heard the tell tale crunching of feet on the drive's gravel surface. He watched out of the corner of his eye as she approached. It took all of his self control not to turn and look at the stunning sight approaching the car. By the time she eased herself into the back compartment, he was uncomfortable hard. It was a surprise to him that someone as physically diminutive as her was able to project the presence that told an entire room full of people that she was a Domme.

Aaron was one of those men who's natural size in both height and bulk made it easy to be viewed as a Dom. Being 6'3" tall in bare feet, broad shouldered and with a substantial build, one would have thought he was born to be nothing but a Dom. Even the tallest of women submissives were delighted to have someone that they had to literally look up to.

Aaron settled behind the wheel, activated the GPS, and drove Dominique from her home estate to her training estate. Though the pupil would be the one she was expecting to be educated there. He remained focused on the task at hand, driving the limousine. He had little time spare to go over the plan again, to try and figure out what flaws that might still remain. He was committed to his course of action, and another chance would be impossible due to what had happened so far. He took his time to make sure that he had the canister on hand, ready to apply the moment the door opened.

As he finally approached the estate, he almost forgot the remote to activate the gate. He triggered it with just enough lead time to only have the limo slow a fraction more than necessary to enter. Once he was passed, he triggered the gate to close. The final approach to the front door had his nerves at their greatest heights. He pulled the car to a stop outside the front door, and immediately got out to go and open the door for Dominique. He took one deep breath, then opened the door exactly as the driver would. But as he saw her, he thrust his arm through the gap of the door and vehicle, spraying her in the face with the sedative agent. He counted the two seconds he would need for the right amount to be delivered. He quickly retrieved his arm, peering in to see if the drug did as promised.

Dominique was sure that all would be in order when she arrived at her estate her staff were all impeccably trained; as soon as they would hear her limousine they would disappear almost as if they had never existed leaving her charges each in their separate room tethered on their knees to a solitary post.

Her parent’s insisted that as a dominant it was necessary to go through each process so that she would know exactly how a submissive would feel at each point in their training. The task had been impossibly difficult for the young Dominique who was hard wired to be in control. Upon her return form finishing school she had diligently subjugated herself to every aspect of her own program disliking every single moment.

Her mind drifted to when her mother and father had instructed her the art of Shibari. Her father had explained how he came to love the ropes her mother bound him in, aching for the moment they were put on and missing them when they were removed. Dominique had watched her father closely as her mother lovingly bound him, noting the subtle changes in his breathing and demeanor as he surrendered himself to the experience. Her mother had explained that her biggest problem with her father had been to prevent him from dropping deeply into subspace before she had even bound him completely, especially in the more complex ropes necessary for complete suspension.
As they bound her Dominique had tried to trust the ropes and to revel in the helplessness supposedly found within them. She had applied the breathing techniques designed to help a submissive attain balance so that they would no longer focus on what was happening and would instead let themselves simply feel; all to no avail. Instead Dominique would feel only blinding panic at the very first pass of the ropes, using the techniques instead to prevent herself from screaming blue murder and demanding they release her.

Her father confided that for him that there was a freedom to be found within the ropes that he had never dreamed of. “Dominique they confine while allowing me freedom to move, and they enhance my own sensuality, holding me tight and allowing me to give up everything to your mother. Within her ropes, I know my every movement is hers to control, in those moments I am truly open and vulnerable to her will, I am hers completely”

Her parents were ever patient and so it was in those early years she truly became to know herself and to understand completely just how special a true submissive was and the extraordinary gift they willingly offered over to their true Dominant. That knowledge ensured that she never took her role as Mistress for granted, nor the devotion shown to her by those whose lives she held quite literally in the palm of her capable hands. Dominique took her role very seriously secure in the knowledge that she would never have to give herself that completely over to the will of another.

A short jerk of the car brought Dominique back to the present as they entered the grounds. Perplexed she glanced around wondering what has occurred to mar the usual smoothness of her ride. Probably some small animal? she thought gathering her purse and smoothing down the hemline of her skirt in preparation to disembark. The door opened and smiling she leaned forward to offer her driver her hand. “Jason did you run over…” To her surprise it was not the handsome face of her driver but a gloved hand that was thrust inside the car, suddenly she was inhaling a spray which burned her eyes and had her coughing just seconds before she felt herself falling as if in slow motion as the light receded and she knew no more…

Dominique sprawled backwards on the seat out cold showing a huge amount of long slender leg almost to her lavender panties as the soft fabric of her dress rode up. Her purse fell from her hand onto the floor and her hair came loose from its coiffure as her head connected with the opposite door. She looked like a voluptuous angel lying there as if in sleep oblivious of what would happen next, or the danger she might be in.

Aaron let out his breath as he watched Dominique fall onto the seat, unconscious. He thought for a moment he would need to check for a pulse, but that need was negated by the signs of breathing. He took a longer pause to admire the woman sprawled in the back of the limo. The rise and fall of her well shaped chest almost distracted him completely. The dress hugged her rather appealing figure as well as revealing almost the entirety of one of her well toned legs. He looked back at her face, noting the small halo of her dark hair that formed due to the fall. Even drugged into unconsciousness, Dominique was still an impressive looking woman, as well as incredibly sexy.

In that quiet moment of observation of the physical aspects of his future student, Aaron was struck by what was a major flaw in his planning. He had no idea of how to get into Dominique's Mansion. He had seen no other signs of people on the estate. He assumed that someone like Dominique would have someone come to the door to open it for her if there was someone present. He had heard some rumours about how she conducted her training sessions, so he assumed that they were essentially alone. His line of thinking continued down that path, and assumed that the doors would be unlocked, as Dominique would not want to waste time unlocking the front door.

With confidence that a person would project if they were there with permission and were not conducting any suspicious activities, Aaron strode to the front door. He turned the ornate handle for the main entry, and the door swung open with barely a sound. He quickly inspected the hallway on the other side, seeing what appeared to be a lounge room nearby. He returned to the car, and with a little awkwardness to maintain Dominique's modesty, he scooped her up and carried her into the lounge room.

The room was exquisitely appointed, and Aaron approved of her taste in style. He found a large sofa, and gently laid her down. He still had plenty of time before the drug wore off. Once again, he worked off assumptions and conventions with regard to finding her training rooms. His luck paid off. He found the stairs that led to a lower level that was both extensive and well thought out. There he found the two training rooms, along with a store room, a well equipped multipurpose play area and the normal support amenities for a prolonged habitation.

He opened the door to the first training room. He was impressed with what he saw as he looked around. One male submissive was chained to the wall opposite the door. Next to the door was the key that would control any of the locks that held the man in place. He knelt still, eyes down at the floor. Aaron could feel the anticipation and fear pouring off the man. He knew those feeling very well from many female submissives upon the first true meeting with a Dominant. Without pausing, Aaron fetched the key and walked to where the chain was secured to the wall.

"Stand."

The chained man stood rapidly, achieving an parade ground stance of attention that most soldiers would be proud of. Aaron ignored the man's nakedness, as well as the confusion created by hearing a man's voice, rather than Dominique. Aaron quickly released the collar from the man's neck. Aaron took the secured wrists, and pulled them up as high as he could raise them. The naked man bent at the waist, sucking in air once he had reached the point where his arms could not be raised any further. Keeping the man in that position, Aaron walked him out of the room, over to the adjoining one. He was led into the other training room, where another man knelt in a position similar to the one his companion had been in.

"Kneel." Aaron spoke firmly, keeping the pressure constant as the unchained man knelt in the middle of the room. "Neither of you will speak, nor move until I instruct you." He walked back to the storeroom, once more impressed with what he saw. After some searching, he found other chains and collars, along with the associated keys. He noticed that the collars had a number on them, and that different numbers corresponded to different sizes. He walked back to the original room, for the correct size for the released submissive, then got a matching one. He returned to the second room, and within a few minutes, he had both men secured, and kneeling side by side.

He returned to the lounge room, finding Dominique to be exactly as he left her. In the same manner as he brought her in, he took her down to the empty training room. It took him about five minutes to find the right sized collar for her, working off what he saw of the fit on the other men. He returned the unused material to their proper places, when continued to ready Dominique.

With considerable care, he removed her shoes so the stockings were not damaged. Those were carefully rolled the stockings down her legs, placing each on top of the shoes. The dress was the next item removed, at which point Aaron stopped to admire what the dress had concealed. A well proportioned body with a uniform tan colouration that showed no hint disruption. Her choice of underwear was, in his opinion, absolutely correct in style, fabric and colour. He continued to show the same level of care removing the last pieces of her wardrobe, and any of her jewelry.

"My, my, Dominique. You are the beauty, aren't you. I am honoured to be one of a select few to have seen you in such a state of undress." Aaron bowed slightly. He knelt down beside her, gathering her loose curtain of hair and platting it into a single rope that trailed down her back. He proceeded to secure her hands as the men's were, and finalized it by putting the collar around her neck.

He gabbed a chair, bring it back into the room, closing the door behind him. He sat patiently, watching and waiting for the drugs to finally wear off, and for Dominique to start a very interesting time in her life.

Dominique was blissfully ignorant of her dilemma as she floated in drug induced euphoria. The young Dominant was dreaming, she could feel herself being held in someone's arms, warm strong male arms. Try she might she couldn't awaken. Dominique had dreamed before always the same dream, this one was markedly different however. Mostly her dreams began in the same way she would be lying asleep in her bed and awaken to some small sound in the room. It was at that moment of her awakening that she would realize she was not alone; some presence had entered her bedroom and was standing at the side of her bed silently watching her. Dominique would lie there feigning sleep waiting for the moment when she could roll over to the other side of the bed and flee the room. As she waited listening to the staccato rhythm of her own heart pounding in her chest sure that the watcher could hear it too she would try and talk herself out of the panic that threatened to over take her at any moment. Be calm Dominique, slowly open your eyes a millimeter, get your bearings, roll and run. Make it to the door and you are safe, You can do this, ready? lets go! The reoccurring dream was always the same, try as she might , she couldn’t move an inch , couldn’t open her eyes and couldn’t scream an alert. She could feel his breath on her cheek as he leaned over her, feel the feather light touch of his hand as it trailed upward along her waist towards one breast…

The precise moment she felt him outline her nipple with a single fingernail she would awaken soaked to her chemise to realize it had been nothing more than a dream!Was this dream a continuation of the recurring ones she had had most of her adult life? Wake up Dominique struggle fight him!

She felt herself being lowered to the cold hard floor.

Dominique for perhaps the first time was truly afraid. This dream felt very very real!

The unknown male was slowly taking off her clothing Dominique held her breath as she felt the soft sheer fabric slipped from her sculptured form until all she was wearing where her panties and bra. She could feel his eyes on her, smell the clean masculine fragrance of his subtle body wash, she wondered what would happen next. Slowly he slipped off her remaining garments. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her nude form his voice ran like a physical entity caressing her skin she couldn’t understand his words but felt their intent. Her nipples hardened and she could feel herself becoming wet between her legs, please no, she thought. In her heart of hearts Dominique knew this was no dream, yet how? Dominique to feel his every action with vivid clarity, she could imagine his supple fingers working as he braided her hair and slapped a collar around her slender throat, it felt heavy and alien around her neck. As much as her senses were becoming sharper her control over her motor functions was sadly lacking. The young dominant desperately tried to awaken to swim upwards through the molasses that had become her world. Finally with a tremendous effort she was able to open her eyes tiny crack.

This was real!

She struggled to her knees scuttling away from the hazy image of the man who was sitting only a few feet away silently watching. With strong determination Dominique pushed backwards as far as the heavy chain would allow barely keeping her balance . She stared at him for a moment trying to clear her vision, it was only then she realized that she was in fact kneeling before the shadowy specter, panicked she tried to sit landing with a thud on her bottom barely staying upright. Dominique had never been ashamed of her body, but something made her pull her knees up towards her chest obscuring it from the unknown man's view. She stared back at him as he stared at her. Her vision was still blurred his face coming in and out of focus, I know this man, she thought, why has he brought me here, where is here? She had been in her limousine and then nothing….


Dominique allowed her eyes to discreetly travel the room and then realization hit her with the force of a blow to her lower belly. She was home, in one of the training rooms, she was naked tied to the pole, the very pole she had expected to find a new submissive waiting. Instead it was she, Dominique, who was tethered, naked and vulnerable. She could feel the collar around her neck, it was designed for a much bigger male it rested on her delicate clavicle. It felt heavy, alien, it was already chaffing away at her delicate skin. Her hands were secured firmly behind her back and already she could feel the pull on her shoulders.

She returned her gaze to where he sat unmoving trying to get a measure of her abductor trying to clear her head which had begun to pound unmercifully. Through a mouth which felt full of rotten cotton candy she finally spoke.

"Why am I here?"

Her voice was soft, husky, yet infused with quiet authority.

Dominique fully expected an answer.

Aaron was a sea of conflicting feelings as he watched Dominique start to awaken. The first emotion to strike was anger. This woman chained before him was responsible for his brother's death. At the very best, she was a catalyst, at worst, she may as well kicked the chair out from under him. The second was lust. She was incredibly sexy, and seeing her move showed her off very well. The natural fall of her breasts; the way her leg muscles showed up in her movements; how her body arched, made curves and bent as she adjusted her position. The final emotion was disappointment. Here was one of the best Dominants in his circle of knowledge, and she had made a grave miscalculation in the treating of a submissive. That someone of her calibre could make such an error was almost unforgivable.

It surprised Aaron just a little when Dominique finally got herself up off the floor. She immediately went to her knees, and scrambled back from where he was sitting. But she was probably still inhibited by the drug, and it was also a very standard human response to an unknown. The choice of going to her knees was interesting, but again not too surprising. Most Dominants are greeted by a kneeling submissive, so that posture is locked in the Dominant's mind. For the short period of time she held the position, he admired the way she looked. She would truly be a pleasant sight kneeling properly before her Dominant.

He wasn't sure what happened next, but Dominique ended up on her rump in a most undignified manner. She then proceeded to protect her modesty from him, using her long legs to easily obscure all of her more private bodily parts. To him, she was definitely rattled by what she was greeted with, but she was recovering quickly. He noted that she locked her gaze on him, staring hard at his face. He calmly returned the stare, trying to decide what it was she was trying to achieve. He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw her eyes flicker a little while she continued her stare. But not long after that, he saw that she was clearly looking around the room a little more openly.

Aaron would have given almost anything to have known what she thought and felt as she realized that she was in her own mansion.

"Why am I here?"

Her voice was rusty, quiet, lacking the qualities he had heard on a few previous occasions. But what caught him most was the actual question. He expected her to possibly ask who he was. He actually expected a demand to be released to be the first thing that passed her lips. He let the question hang between them. He never changed his position, nor his expression, nor the point of his continued, unbroken gaze.

Dominique remained in her chosen position, waiting for her answer, as she would if she was the Dominant, and he was the submissive. But he simply sat, waiting for her to correct her question such that he could answer it.

While he waited for her to start making the proper connections in context to her current situation, he took stock of her as she sat upright. The collar was completely wrong for her, even if it was the correct size for her neck. The band of metal was too heavy for the slighter female frame. Once he answered her question, he would see if there was a suitable female collar available in her personal collection. If not, he knew someone who would have something suitable in stock, and he would have it less than 24 hours after purchasing. He would also see if he needed to invest in some leather cuffs for her. They were not as important as a better fitted collar, but it would make his life a little easier, as well as ram home that Dominique was no longer "Mistress" but "Submissive".

Of course, this was going to make for an interesting contest of wills. He knew that she would know a lot of the tricks used to assert dominance. Some of them he suspected would be useless in using on her. Anything that failed would strengthen her position, and make it a longer process. What Dominique didn't know was that he was prepared to go for as long as it took, rather than try and fit to a particular timetable. He was going to expect her to fight a delaying action, in the hope that he was going to cut his losses and run, or cut some form of deal in return for her not taking some form of action against him.

But he was going to keep moving, not let up on her. She had to be constantly reminded that she was a submissive, not acting like one, being one. By the time he was finished with her, she would have a new understanding of what it was like from the other end of the leash. That knowledge would not only improve her as a dominant, but it would prevent others falling like Zac did.

Dominique awaited her answer, to be met only with a stony wall of complete silence… and something more.

Waves of pure emotion poured from him clawing its way along the chain which bound her much like a living entity. Such was its force that it seemed to take on a symbiotic life all of its own; dislike laden with undertones of pure unadulterated carnal lust. Dominique shuddered slightly despite her ingrained discipline, it felt like something cold and cloying had touched her very soul. There was an undeniable connection she knew this man on some base level, the thought disturbed her.

While she patiently waited for him to speak she took a clearer stock of her situation. The drug slowly leaving her system allowing her body to slowly ease back into life bringing with it full awareness. The places where the heavy collar rested on her delicate neck bones were beginning to throb and blister, Dominique was allergic to the heavy metal resting there like a corrosive. Whomever her captor was he hadn’t done his research for it was well known that she was allergic to anything but the purest gold. Even leather and cheap synthetics provoked a volatile response upon her delicate skin. Her mother had used to tease her that it was just as well she was not submissive for it would have not brooked well for a future Master who would find that he had a special needs female on his hands, although through no fault of her own. She used to joke that it would take a very innovate male to put her through her paces assuming her could catch her first. A brief smile passed across her face at the unbidden memory.

Dominique returned to her self appraisal idly wondering iif this man who had bound her so cruelly would even care about the damage his handiwork was causing. Her shoulders were aching and the rope around her wrists was wound so tightly that she could already feel the tingling in her fingers and the throbbing the abrasive rope was causing. Dominique’s eyes fluttered closed and she began a silent meditation. Mindfully one breaths out , mindfully one breaths in. Mindfully one breaths out , mindfully one breaths in. With each slow deep inhalation she allowed the breath to wash over the areas of her discomfort and with each exhalation willed her pain to disappear. After a few practiced breaths her mind was clear and still. Suddenly in the calming silence came a terrible thought; it hit her with the force of a sledge hammer and her eyes flew to his once more.

“My students, what have you done with them? I have no clue what your game is but I am certain that Jonathan and Adrian cannot simply be a part of it. I ask that you release them immediately. Tell them I am taken ill and will contract them at a later date to reschedule their training. I can call my service to have them both picked up!”

Dominique sat even straighter as she spoke her voice filled with quiet authority despite the unorthodox circumstance she presently found herself in. The young dominant thought nothing of her own safety she worried only about those under her care and supposed protection. She only hoped the man staring back at her out of the darkness was intelligent enough to realize that whatever he considered to be her sins, her boys were nothing more than innocent bystanders…

Aaron listened to Dominique speak of her students. He was quietly impressed at her focus. The way she deflected focus from herself somewhat, trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. He wasn't sure if she was doing it consciously or not. But he was aware of it, and would work on it so she would stop.

A smile blossomed on his face, his eyes glittering warmly in the light. He was pleased that her primary concern was for those who had come to learn. Aaron had plans for those men, but her ideas were far better, and would ease some of the concerns that might arise from her prolonged absence. Aaron stood up slowly, gracefully and with the same warmth as held by his smile. She had definitely done something worthy of reward, and it would be the first demonstration of such to her. He walked over to where Dominique sat, dropping down into a squat in front of her. He reached out and cupped her face tenderly, his palm resting against her cheek. His thumb and fingers caressed her skin, getting a good feel for how lovely it was.

It was then he noticed the reaction of her skin near the collar. The look of warmth changed to surprise, followed by concern. Aaron had first aid training, but plain common sense indicated that the metal was causing a reaction on a substantial nature. From its appearance, the effect must have been painful to the young woman, but she never made a sound, nor made any indications of the damage being done. Aaron was wanting her to know pain, though only as a submissive would. This was beyond what he would do, even if the woman was a volunteer.

Without further pause, he left the room at a brisk walk. He went straight back into the store room, quickly looking around for something specific. He remembered her clothing, noting that there was a significant amount of natural fibres, particularly silk, in what she wore. Aaron looked for, and soon found, silk ropes. Normally, they would be used for decorative bondage that didn't rely on tensile strength. Dominique had enough on hand for what he needed. He walked back into the room, picking up the key that locked her collar.

"Now, listen carefully, Dominique. As you are well aware, communication is key in a relationship as we have now. I was not aware of the possible reaction of the metal to your skin. If I was, I would not have secured you in this manner. You will tell me if there are any other such medical conditions that you are prone to, or that I should be aware of. Otherwise, I will treat you as if you were a normal person. Any damage, mishaps or misfortune will be attributable to yourself. If there is any medication that will help treat those injuries, I would like to know so that they may be treated as soon as possible."

As he spoke, he wrapped the silk rope around her neck firmly enough that it would be felt around her neck, but it didn't restrict her breathing or swallowing. With a few short movements, he had the loops fixed so that she would not suffer from accidental constriction. The other end of the rope was affixed to the wall above her head so she could not use her teeth to work the knot. He then freed her wrists to properly secure them, ensuring that she had adequate blood supply as well as the inability to escape her bonds. Once the replacement bonds were in place, he removed the metallic collar from her neck. He took the chain from it's mooring point, and moved both away from her.

"Much more satisfactory. I was not my intention to cause you any physical suffering like that. Before we go any further," Aaron spoke firmly as he returned to his seat, "we will cover some of the rules so there is no confusion about what will be happening in the near future.

"You will obey the spirit of the commands given to you. Playing lawyers with interpreting what I have commanded will have you punished.

"You will speak only when spoken to. Speaking without permission will have you punished.

"You will address me as 'Sir' at any time you speak to me. Lack of courtesy will have you punished."

He paused, leaving 15 seconds of silence after his last words.

"Now, Dominique, is there anything you would like to ask, or mention to your Dominant?"

He left his eyes on hers. His gaze backed up the words and the voice. He was in charge, whether she liked it or not.

Dominique wasn’t sure which was worse listening to the small movement of her unseen abductor in the shadows or watching the smiling handsome man who crossed the room towards her, he reminded her of graceful yet dangerous predator? It was only when he squatted down beside her that she was able to finally see his face for the first time. She kept hers impassive while enduring his touch fervently hoping he had no plans to kiss her. She listened to him talk with one part of the mind while the other desperately searched her memory, she knew this man she had seen him somewhere. It came to Dominique in a flash and with it a knot of fear started to form in the pit of her belly. He had been at the graveside of …my goodness he was Zachary's brother, he could be no other the resemblance was uncanny.

Dominique had been distressed when she had learned of the young mans untimely death and had gone to the funeral staying quietly in the background. She felt she owed him that at least. Dominique did not blame herself for his suicide which she was convinced been as result of him coming face to face with the truth of exactly who he was. Dominique took responsibility for that and nothing else she had done her best to help him! The man squatting beside her stroking her skin obviously blamed her for what had occurred. She watched his eyes as they appraised her not missing their ever changing expressions. She was thankful when he left the room allowing her mind to compute this new found knowledge. Her thoughts were in a whirl, was this revenge, did he blame her for his brother's death? As her analytical mind sifted through the new information she had acquired, for the first time she felt afraid, what if he had inherited the unpredictable genes of his brother?

She thought back to the man she had almost given her heart to. Zachary was a narcissist completely incapable of feeling empathy another beyond what completed his own personal agenda and fed his desperate all consuming needs and insecurities, above all else he was an accomplished and chronic liar. Dominique had been drawn to many facets of the young submissive she had come to care for, until as she peeled away his many layers and had come face to face with the troubled young man hidden away behind the facade. Zachary was totally convinced he loved her, but truthful she was merely a means to an end for him. Dominique needed truth in all things and Zachary was unable to give her this, his submission had been offered only because it was something he needed to survive. As long as someone else was calling the shots he never had to face his inner demons. Zachary had a compulsive need to be the absolute center of her world because such focus fed his need to be important. Dominique had tried to explain to him,tried to make him understand that she needed a partner in whom she could trust and that such trust began with absolute honesty. Zachary had pleaded with her, told her he would try to change. For Dominique their last night was etched in her mind as she had tried to gently guide him in the right direction. She had given him the name of a trusted therapist and made him promise that he would go see her. Dominique had even offered to pay and had gone as far as to promise him that she would allow him to return the following year. That he had totally disregarded her advice and left to simply kill himself was was something she would never ever forget, such a waste of his potential. A lesson valuable learned, one could lead a horse to water but...

Dragging her thought back to the present she could only imagine what he had told his brother and was doubtful that it had even come close to an approximation of the truth, judging by the situation in which she now found herself. Dominique had no plans to speak ill of the dead she would simply endure and hope that it would all be over soon enough. She sat docilely upon his return as he lectured her on the value of communication totally forgetting that up to this point it had been one-sided only, and that she was not a willing party to this charade which he is obviously intent on enacting with or without her cooperation.

”I was not aware of the possible reaction of the metal to your skin. If I was, I would not have secured you in this manner.”

That was his first mistake he had taken her unprepared for any medical condition she may or may not have had, his actions were foolhardy and shortsighted they were almost carbon copy Zachary. He to would have thought only of his needs without fully considering the other party in his care. That made his brother dangerous; she would have to be on her guard taking nothing for granted. Dominique sat unmoving as he changed the bonds for more suitable ones. While he worked she answered his question in her soft melodic voice. “I am allergic to all metals and synthetic fabrics as you can see they provoke a very serious reaction upon my skin. I have medication in the cabinet in my bathroom; it will need to be applied three times today. The wounds need to be left bare and open to the air; they will not heal covered as they are. I also have several food and cosmetic allergies” Dominique had been telling him the truth, both her wrists and neck felt better than they had even with the pressure of the silken ropes but would heal much faster without their confines. It had been pain and pleasure both as he had released her wrists and circulation had returned briefly to her shoulders. She was barely concerned for her physical body as she digested what this would mean for her. Was she in the hands of a mad man or perhaps a cold blooded killer; neither choice filled her with hope for her future. She continued to watch him in silence as he re-tied her until he finally returned back to his chair in the shadows, whereupon he proceeded to go over his set of rules. If it had not been his intention to cause her physical suffering then he would have planned her abduction much more carefully and not put her students in the way of harm. His subsequent words had Dominique coming to the clear realization that he had plans for her submission.

The penny dropped firmly into place...this was in part revenge!

Surely one of the first things he must understand that as a dominant such submission needed to be earned, or was it his plan to force it from her? Yes, he could force the submission she had no doubt about that, but it would be her body alone that would comply, her mind would be locked away safely until he had gained what ever he was after. His motivations worried her somewhat, was this about revenge, gaining a modicum of satisfaction at her expense or was this something more sinister? Did he plan on bending her to his will and then killing her? Her expressive eyes widened as with this thought came understanding. In either event he would never really be able to let her go, how could he? Escape would be her only way out of this dilemma if she wished to remain alive.

Dominique listened carefully to his directions none of which came as a surprise to her. She was not the kind of female given to histrionics she had never been even as a young child. She viewed him with calm eyes as she listened deciding that for the moment she would go along with what ever was required of her at least until she was more sure of his motivations. Dealing with a potential killer would be very different than dealing with the male who fancied himself a dominant, she sincerely hoped that he had done better research on that subject than he had done on the subject of herself. Dominique needed more information before she could formulate a workable plan for her survival.

"You will obey the spirit of the commands given to you. Playing lawyer with interpreting what I have commanded will have you punished.”

She would obey the spirit of his commands hoping that they were sincere and she was not dealing with some madman because if that was so his commands would be impossible to interpret it with any degree of certainty.

"You will speak only when spoken to. Speaking without permission will have you punished.

Speaking when spoken to should not be a problem Dominique was a woman of few words, besides which she could not envision herself wanting to initiate any type of conversation with this man. It was driving her mad but for the life of for she could not remember his name; someone at the graveside must've mentioned it.

"You will address me as 'Sir' at any time you speak to me. Lack of courtesy will have you punished."

'Sir'." was the title which in her opinion needed to be earned. She would for the moment afford him the courtesy mainly out of respect for his dead brother and as a means of self preservation until she had a better understanding as to whom exactly she was up against. She needed to fully comprehend the measure of her opponent before she could formulate the true manner in which she would proceed. For now she would bide her time and learn all she could of him. She knew one thing for certain, he seemed bound and determined to punish her for all roads seemed to lead to the same conclusion in his mind. He was fairly good at the game he was playing she'd give him that, for when he finished speaking he sat there in silence once again staring in her direction allowing her time to digest his words. He was hoping to rattle her composure. She wondered idly if at some point he would indeed have her begging for his mercy before this was over, and he killed her. The analytical part of her brain actually began to speculate how long it would actually take to break her will.

Dominique counted off 15 long seconds before he spoke again his voice the epitome of one who must be obeyed. At least he had that down pat she thought trying not to smile.

"Now, Dominique, is there anything you would like to ask, or mention to your Dominant?"

Her Dominant?

She almost spat on the ground in disgust and outrage, however her face and demeanor remained impassive.

Twice now she had asked this man a question and both times they had been firmly ignored.She wanted know specifically who he was, why he was doing this and more importantly what had happened to both of the students? Should she waste her breath by repeating her questions again? What would her mother do in such circumstances? Dominique turned her mind inwards searching for answers.

She could clearly see her mom sitting on the side of her bed as Dominique plied her with her many questions as she did most evenings. “What if I don't want to be a submissive, I don't like being tied. What if I want to be a dominant? What I don't want to marry my submissive. What if, what if, what if? Her mother had always answered her in her calm reassuring voice, telling her that she didn't have to have all of her answers immediately that she didn't have to plan her life out right at that precise moment that she needed to learn patience. “Dominique experience everything that life has to offer you, treat each moment as a learning experience. When the time is right you will have your answers and they will be would be uniquely yours alone.”

Dominique's eyes came back into focus and she spoke.

“Sir, if it pleases you I should like to know what has happened to my former students?”

Aaron watched Dominique's body language. It screamed... no strongly projected that she was a dominant, and she was in control. Or believed she was. The way she sat made it clear that she was reinforcing her internal view point, shoring up her defences against what he was going to do.

The initial rage he had for her had passed, dragging away the desire to permanently damage the fine example of womanhood before him. Everyone was entitled to making mistakes, because that was the way that most people learned. But some mistakes were too great to be permitted, and if they happened, then more severe remedies were needed. Zach's last words to Aaron rang in his ears.

Aaron, I know you will be furious, and want to take revenge on Dominique for what you think she has done to me. DO NOT. You are not to take revenge on her. EVER. She did what she did because she felt it was right for me. But thinking about it, that was not the case. Good bye, my dear brother.

Aaron honoured his brother's request. He would not, and was not, taking revenge on the woman responsible for his brother's death. But he was going to teach her how it was to be a submissive. She would live as one, for a while, before being released. She would know what it was like on the other end of the leash, to be the one that wore the collar. She would know how they truly felt about their dominants.

Again, he let his gaze wander over Dominique's naked body. Her pose was not one of shame, in trying to hide herself from his gaze, though there was a subconscious element of that there. No, her pose was one of calm defence. Her limbs shielding her from him, but the remainder of her pose was defiant, calm, self assured. Aaron was drawn to her physical beauty, but the aspects of her personality that he had been able to see, and even deduce, were also attractive. He couldn't wait to learn more about the woman herself. What she liked. What hobbies she had. Whether she was a reader of books or a watcher of films. Of course, he was also interested to know what aroused her now, and what other delights she would find herself enjoying later on as her education continued.

He was pleased that she didn't react badly to his instructions to her. He suspected that she was playing along at this point, trying to work out how best to use the instructions against him to either minimize the impact, or to find some way out of her predicament. He was surprised at the lack of reaction to the last one. He wanted to have her call him 'Sir' because she had failed to grasp that he was not responding to her questions because of the proper lack of address. Initially, she would call him 'Sir' because she was instructed to. Later, she would call him 'Sir' because she wanted to.

“Sir, if it pleases you I should like to know what has happened to my former students?”

Again, a genuine smile warmed his face at her question. He stood up, and walked over to where she sat, again squatting before her and caressing her cheek.

"Mistress Deveraux's former students are unharmed and waiting in a different room. They will not be harmed, as there is no need for that to occur, neither do I have the desire to harm them. They are not my submissives and therefore will be returned to those that have pledged to care for them. There is no need for you to worry about their well being. They are safe, and shall remain so, regardless of you and your actions. Unless, of course, you do something to me that makes it physically impossible for me to release them."

He let his hand drop from her cheek, and he stood up and took a step back.

"Dominique, I am going to go and get the medication required to treat the injuries that I have inflicted upon you, then return to apply it to the wounds. It is also my intention to find you something adequate to sleep on while you stay in this room. Any information you give me will greatly aid in your future comfort and well being."

Aaron put that to her for two reasons. Firstly, he was starting to establish that he was building trust between them. He would find the items concerned eventually, but the longer it took, the longer she would suffer from the lack. Secondly, it made her the responsible party for any prolonged discomfort, rather than him. Whether she would see it what way was irrelevant. She would learn soon enough that she would be the sole determiner of how well her life would be in the coming months.

As she waited for his reply she watched him carefully not missing the expression in his eyes as they traveled over her naked body, wonderful he desires me she thought stifling a small shudder. She felt like some specimen he was preparing to dissect.

Finely he smiled and she got a tiny glimpse of the man he could be were it not for the rage she sensed bottled up inside of him. For a single instant her heart went out to him, until he moved closer squatting beside her once again his fingers caressing her cheek. This time Dominique flinched his unsolicited touch abhorrent to the essence of whom she was. She averted her gaze as he began to talk assuring her that her students were well but adding a veiled threat as to what would happen to them if she tried to harm him in any manner. Not that was lightly to happen any time soon especially if he continued to keep her in this frigid holding room. Already the cold was getting to her and it was taking all of her control to steady the tiny tremors which were bound and determined to command her full attention.

Dominique was relieved when he stepped back and prepared to leave his final words causing her head to snap up as her eyes reassessed him carefully.

“It is also my intention to find you something adequate to sleep on while you stay in this room. Any information you give me will greatly aid in your future comfort and well being.”

He would have her sleep here?

She understood that he was trying to build trust a bond of sorts between them, but his approach was inherently wrong. Firstly, it was his duty as a Dominant to provide for her fundamental needs and well being, should he choose to do so, it was not hers. If she were his actual submissive it would or should be up to her to earn some fringe benefits above and beyond her basis care by the caliber of her behavior. Secondly and also of importance she was an unwilling participant in whatever this was; this changed the normal D/s dynamic entirely.

She was in danger, had his grieve clouded his judgment?

That he had failed to notice how cold it was in her holding cell, or in fact how cool her skin must have felt to his touch astounded her. The fact it appeared he intended to keep her here shook her to her core, she would end up with pneumonia!.

Dominique used this holding room for effect only, leaving her students here for a very short period only. Alone, naked, tethered, kneeling on the hard stone floor in the frigid room served to remind her pupils that even willing they were now under her absolute control. A subtle lesson that they must look to her to provide for their every need, no matter how small, the lesson was effective and was never spoken about and rarely has to be repeated.

How to answer him, he was a mad man surely? She needed time to think!

“The medicine cabinet is in the bathroom off my bedroom and there is a supply closet on the house keeping floor. I assume you have a floor plan as such they will be very easy to find, if you do not then you will find one on my computer. We keep a well stocked kitchen on the main floor. I keep no alcohol on the premises." Of this she was relieved if her was like his brother? The last thing she needed was some inebriated Dom working over her body with a whip!

As she watched him leave she tried to relax but it was neigh impossible given that he had secured her neck to the wall behind her. Her shoulders were screaming from their unaccustomed and unnatural position and her smooth bottom was going numb from the cold. Carefully she wiggled back and forth to get some circulation back.

To her mind he seemed to be taking ages and she was so damn cold even her teeth had started to chatter. In future, if she had a future she would make sure there was a mat under each of her student’s knees while they waited. She grinned her first lesson learned as his submissive she supposed; do not allow ones submissive to get arthritis in their knees, very counter productive! Dominique started to giggle of the absurdity of her errant thought.

Do something! she commanded herself sharply pulling herself together.

Shivering she maneuvered herself carefully so that she was on her knees facing the wall where she was tethered bending forwards over them into a fetal position of sorts making herself as small as possible conserving heat as best she could, finally using her shaking fingers to unloosen her braid so her thick hair could help warm her back.

Her last thought before she drifted off to another warmer place was that if her captor was a dominant in his real life she pitied his submissive. Was he a sadist? His words came back to haunt her...

“Any damage, mishaps or misfortune will be attributable to yourself.” He was wrong she was his responsibility he had made that choice not her!

"You will speak only when spoken to. Speaking without permission will have you punished.” What if she was in distress would there be no offer of a safe word? Dominique knew in her hart of hearts even if given one she would never use it...her silly pride, the pride her mother had said would be her downfall some day.

Dominique turned her mind to a happier time snuggled beneath a soft down comforter nestled between her loving parents, warm and cherished.

Dominique was 10 years old and warm again.

It was a time of observation, analysis and judgment. Dominique was doing something similar, but they were approaching it from different angles and with different intents. For Aaron, it was determining how much he would be able to trust Dominique with respect to her desire to escape. She had the definitive advantage over him in that this was her abode. His knowledge of it wouldn't match hers for a long time, so he had to formulate ways of dealing with that. He would be able to make use of her intelligence, in that she would think through a large number of scenarios before whittling them down to a useful few. That would take time, which would work to his advantage. He had no desire to harm her, which worked to her advantage. But he had time to work out his next steps regarding her further education.

“The medicine cabinet is in the bathroom off my bedroom and there is a supply closet on the house keeping floor. I assume you have a floor plan as such they will be very easy to find, if you do not then you will find one on my computer. We keep a well stocked kitchen on the main floor. I keep no alcohol on the premises."

He rewarded her with a genuinely warm smile, and nodded to her politely. He turned and walked out of the room, closing and locking the door behind him. He walked briskly back to the main area of the house, and found what appeared to be an office. He went to the desk, sitting down and starting the computer. Aaron was not too surprised to find that there was no logon required. It took less than a minute to bring up the floor plans, and even less time to find out about the all important places within the training facility.

He walked to the first room on his list. The main training room was impressive in the size, and layout of various implements and tools required for training a submissive. He found the one that he needed. The cane was a good length, with just the right amount of flexibility and most importantly, no treatment. It was the pure raw material with a short piece of material to grip it by. He left the room, going to the bathroom that was off the main bedroom. He ignored the contents of the room, heading straight for the bathroom. Again, he worked to find the proper medicine for Dominique's injuries. He found the small jar of cream, checking the instructions to ensure that he applied it properly. One his way back out, he slowed down to look at the room.

Subtle opulence would be the words he used to describe it. A large bed dominated the room, majestically projecting its power throughout the remainder of the room. He found himself aware of it regardless of where he looked. He smiled and nodded at the choice. The remaining furnishings were designed to be closer in colour and design to the walls, so they could more more easily overlooked, and let the viewer be drawn to the bed, and undoubtedly the woman lying on it.

As he investigated the room further, he was a jewelry cabinet of significant size and capacity. He checked the contents, noting the collection of gold and precious stones that were neatly laid out within. Chains, necklaces, rings, ear rings and other pieces all placed in a concise and neat order. At the bottom, he found a velvet box. With the due care that such a box instilled, he brought it out and opened it. He was surprised when he saw the gold collar resting within. It was functional in its design, and beautiful in the lack of any unnecessary ornamentation. He closed the box, and returned it to the spot where he found it. He was about to stand when he saw something else. A coiled golden snake, with the proper texture to the skin and head. He picked it up, knowing immediately it was a piece that fitted around the bicep of the wearer. The last thing he looked for and found was a silk ribbon.

His final stop saw him secure a blanket, exercise mat and a pillow. His arms fully laden, he wade his way back down to the holding cell where Dominique was learning a little more about her immediate future.

"I wonder what you are thinking right now, Dominique. Are you worried for your life? Your sanity perhaps? I would laugh if you were worried about your reputation. It pleases me to see your main focus of concern is for your ex students and their welfare. Maybe, there is some hope for your education yet." He paused about half way back to the room, turning his face skyward. "Zac, I am sorry that I got angry with you, and with her. That's gone now. She is now my submissive, and I will treat her properly, and look after her until she is released. Rest now. Be at peace." In silence, he walked the remainder of the way to rejoin his newest submissive.

When he reentered the room, he saw Dominique curled up in a tight ball. He placed everything on the floor close enough for him to reach while still being close enough to Dominique to touch her. He dropped the mat on the floor so she would be able to reach it and still have slack on the rope that secured her. He picked up the cane and gave her a sharp, but gentle tap to her rear.

With a voice that was controlled, calm and at a normal speaking volume, he issued his first true command to his submissive, Dominique.

"Kneel!"

"Kneel!"

Dominique didn’t hear his approach her body has been slowly shutting down to conserve heat and her mind was in another place and time warm loved and blissfully unaware. The sharp tap of his cane went unheeded as did the command he uttered. It lazily traveled through a tunnel filled with thick molasses to arrive as a soft caress to the woman snuggled between her parents in a time gone by. She gently smiled shifting slightly but otherwise did not respond to the dangerous man squatting by her side.

Would her new self-appointed dominant understand or merely assume she was willfully disobeying him? Dominique remained unaware of the potential danger she had inadvertently placed herself in at the hands of the angry stranger who had invaded the sanctity of her private domain.

Aaron looked on in mild surprise. He had the cane half way back to deliver another stroke when he stopped. Dominique's behaviour was off. The tap and command brought a slow, almost happy smile to her face, where every moment prior to that, she was retaining control and responding enough to avoid trouble. He leaned down, letting his hand rest on her leg. The coolness of her skin was too great. He quickly and functionally touched other parts of her body, registering the same degree of lack of heat.

"Foolish man," he muttered to himself. He rapidly unbound her, picking up her medicine prior to scooping her up. He swiftly took her to one of the two student rooms he saw on the map when he was looking for her bedroom. The room was spartan, though it contained a workable bed, with sufficient blankets to serve his immediate needs.

He laid her down on the bed, flat on her back, covering her torso, but leaving her neck exposed. He took out the medicine, and started to apply it to her injuries. He gently rubbed the cream into the abused skin, ensuring that it was worked in without aggravating the injuries further. He took care to ensure that he didn't miss any part of the injuries.

"I am sorry, Dominique. That was something that was not meant to occur." To his relief, he found that the door could be locked from the outside. He locked the door, and went downstairs to where Dominique's students were held. He entered, not saying a word, and released them from their confines.

"Follow me." He led the two men to the other student's room, closing the door behind him as he went to find two blankets for the men. If Dominique had succumbed to the cold of the room, it was indeed likely that the students were in a similar predicament. Once he had found the blankets, he returned to the men, and made sure that they were warm.

"Mistress Dominique is not available to see to your education. Arrangements will be made to returned you to your Dominants, and when she is available, she will take you back as students, and finish off what she had started.

"You will remain in this room until instructed otherwise."

Aaron returned to the room where Dominique slept. He quickly checked her temperature, noting that it had not gotten worse, and possibly had gotten better. He went to the wall near the head of the bed, leaning against it.

"And this, Aaron, is why things are planned so well in advance. I have made too many errors so far. Most due to a lack of intelligence on the woman and the environment. Fortunately, I was able to discover them before too much damage was done. But the fact that she has suffered for my lapses is not acceptable.

"If she has not woken within the next two hours, I will take a little time out to make arrangements to get the students out of the mansion, as well as see to their basic needs before they depart."

He looked down on the sleeping form on the bed. Whatever anger he had for her was now gone. Aaron was shifting into the proper mindset of being the woman's dominant. He had responsibilities towards her that he had so far not been very successful in meeting. How she became to be his submissive was no longer relevant. She was his, and she would be treated as such, with all the care, attention and devotion that he would give any of his previous submissives. All would run smoother once her previous students were returned, and no longer his responsibility as well.

Dominique may have not reacted to the cane but unbeknown to him her body did react to the feel of the alien and unwelcome hands on her cold skin. An internal panic button was pressed and the dominant within her reasserted control and forced her way back to consciousness taking care to keep her heart beat slow and her responses nil except of course for the shivering over which she seemed to have no control.

It took an iron will to remain still as he applied the lotion which smarted badly the touch of his fingers on her skin making it crawl with revulsion.

"I am sorry, Dominique. That was something that was not meant to occur."

Bullshit! she didn’t believe a single word of his nonsense he was putting her life at risk because of his deranged mental state. Even now the blanket he has given her was not enough she kept sinking back into the molasses and it was a testament to her strength of character she did not succumb. Dominique was torn between relief at him not knowing the treatment for hypothermia and her innate desire to live. The last thing she wanted was him placing her in a warm bath where she would lay defenseless and vulnerable. The very last thing she wanted was his naked body lying next to hers for what ever reason, even to share his body his heat!

She relaxed finally when he left but was unable to even sit up such weakness frustrated her, she would take moment, curling back into a ball dragging the blanket close around her she once again feigned unconsciousness when he returns. She heard his every word as he spoke his thought aloud agreeing wholeheartedly with his sentiments

"And this, Aaron, is why things are planned so well in advance. I have made too many errors so far. Most due to a lack of intelligence on the woman and the environment. Fortunately, I was able to discover them before too much damage was done. But the fact that she has suffered for my lapses is not acceptable.If she has not woken within the next two hours, I will take a little time out to make arrangements to get the students out of the mansion, as well as see to their basic needs before they depart."

Damn two hours, she prayed she would be able to hang on for that long she was so cold it was bone deep, it took every once of her will not to slide back into the warm place between her parents, it beckoned her, seductively warm. What gave her hope was that in 2 hours he would leave, her students would be returned to safety and she would escape. He was incorrect in his assumption that he knew all of the secrets of her training school!

Finally she heard the door close softly and the key turn in the lock. She removed her hands from between her legs and used them to message her feet arms and legs finally managing to sit up in the middle of the bed her blanket still clasped around her. Fighting back the dizziness she tried to clear her mind mentally calculating how much time she had. Dressing and hopefully feeding her students then he would have to drive them to the train station and see to their respective journeys home then the drive back come back. That gave her a minimum of 2 hours maybe more if she were lucky, damn she was so cold. Moving slowly she made her way to the cupboard and removed a second pillow placing it in center of the bed and arranging the blanket around it. Satisfied it looked like a sleeping body she ran her hand along the wall where a panel slid open. She stepped into the barely lit passage and stopped breathing hard. Only herself and her deceased parents knew of the secret passage ways , the came in handy keeping her trainees off balance right now they might well save her life.

Dominique half crawled up the narrow stairs until she arrived at her bedroom heading for her private phone totally unsurprised to find it dead “”Blast him,” she had been hoping this was another detail he that he had overlooked. She needed to warm up fast, crawling to the bathroom she lay in the middle of her whirlpool bath and turned on the taps letting the luck tepid water bathe her flesh in heavenly warmth. Once it was to her shoulders she let the hot tap drip and turned the jets on low warming the water by degrees. Dominique ignored the almost painful tingling of her arms and legs, she had no time, she needed to... needed to find help. 15 min later she dried herself and struggled into a pair of heavy sweats and a bulky cable sweater she didn’t bother with bra or panties knowing her fingers could wouldn’t be able to cope.

Rather than feeling better the still trembling woman now felt nauseous, maybe she had low sugar? Think Dominique think! She felt as if her brain had turned to mush. Escape was her only concrete thought, "I don’t have much time need to leave!"

Dominique moved to the window, no cars in the driveway he has left, nevertheless she stood listening at the top of the stairs for several seconds before she descended. She didn’t trust the bastard this could be a trap! Before she even tried the lock to the front door she knew he had placed the house on lock down, the control panel was glowing an ominous steady red. Unperturbed Dominique slowly limped her way to the study she would simply reset it and then leave. Gratefully she sat down at her computer thinking that she could e-mail her estate, the police even, they could come and get her she would just have to hide. Her computer fired up and the screen flashed a warning. 'Password protected,' and presented her with a box in which to enter her credentials. Dominique smacked the desk with frustration, “Very clever Aaron you are starting to think,” she told the empty room dizziness overcoming her again. I can’t think I need food. What to do? Dominique knew one thing she would no longer remain complacent in his deadly game she refused to play submissive for him she would fight him every step of the way once she regained her strength.

He can flay the skin from my back strip by strip I will never submit to him! she thought adamantly.

Tiredly pushing up from the chair she made her way to the kitchen glancing at the clock she had maybe an hour, grabbing a huge butcher knife from the counter-top as she passed she felt safer. Perhaps I can gather food and blankets and hide in the secret passage ways, perhaps he will think I have escaped...maybe I can climb down from an upper attic using the ivy and gutters, the security system isn’t installed there...perhaps I can poison him sneak out in the middle of the night. Her head swimming with half formed unrealistic ideas she opened the refrigerator. Had she being paying attention to the cues her body was sending her she would have noted her weak and accelerated pulse as her body tried to regain its core temperature and meet the increased demands she was placing upon it. A testimony to her confused state of mind a weakened Dominique had dressed and failed to put on shoes or even socks.

The fridge door open she reached in with both hands for a pitcher of fresh orange juice balancing the huge knife and the big glass jug while she gulped from the brim not bothering with a glass. As the sugar hit her system she began to feel nauseous and dizzy both dropping the glass jug and clutching at her belly at the sudden cramping pain

“Noooooo,” she begged as she felt herself falling onto the ceramic tiles as if in slow motion, so this is what it feels like to be submissive…no control, she thought as she descended into inky blackness.

The once proud dominant had fallen directly onto the knife edge she had been clutching to her belly hitting her head on the corner of the open refrigerator door before landing finally in a puddle of broken glass and orange juice. She was soon surrounded by a pool of her blood and frigid unforgiving air.

Luckily for Dominique her heavy clothing had saved her from slicing open her own belly, she would bleed profusely but her wounds would prove to be superficial.

Would her pseudo demon-prince arrive back in time to save his unwilling captive.

Would she even care.

One thing was certain Mistress Dominique Devereaux had vowed to fight him to her very last breath and she was a woman of her word!

Something else was troubling Aaron, a known facet that he had once again overlooked in his rush to keep his promise to Zachary. but his mind was still worrying the problem when after an hour and a half, he decided that he would deal with Dominique's ex-students first. He quietly left her room, locking the door behind him and seeing to the other men.

They too had been effected by the cold, but neither of them seemed to be as badly effected as Dominique. As soon as he entered, both men knelt, still with the blankets around them to keep them warm.

"I will be finding your belongings, and then you will be taken back to your dominants. Upon your return, you will inform them that Mistress Dominique is not able to train you at this time. She will contact your Dominants as soon as she is ready to fulfill her obligations. Are there any questions?" Both men looked up at Aaron, but neither spoke a word. "Bathe yourselves in readiness for your return."

Aaron spent a good half hour searching the likely places for their belongings, before finding two closets with each man's possessions. He gathered them, and returned to the room where the students were kept. He laid out their possessions on the bed in two neat piles, then left the room to place a phone call.

"Natalie. I need you to run a little errand for me. There is to be no playing, as these people are in the same league as you are." Aaron paused for the slight sound of displeasure at the news. He went on to explain what he needed, and where he would meet her.

"Yes, Sir, I can do all of that, Sir."

"Wonderful, Natalie. I will ensure that you are rewarded for your loyalty."

"Thank you, Sir," she breathed in replied. "I shall see you there soon."

Aaron returned to find one of the men dressing, and the other ready to depart. Without further instructions, he led the two men out to the limousine that carried Dominique to the estate. He waited for them to nervously enter the vehicle, and he drove them off to the hand over spot. They arrived at the cafe before Natalie did, so he made sure that they were well fed before they departed. Natalie arrived, joined them long enough to have a coffee and flirt with her Dom before taking the two men back to their Dominants. Aaron drove back, parking the limo in the garage, making sure that it was adequately protected from the elements. Also, leaving such a vehicle parked out front continuously would indicate that something was wrong.

"Something wrong! Damn it, Aaron. Dominique's got hypothermia." He leapt out of the car, racing through the house back to the room where he left her alone and without adequate means of recovery. He opened the door, and slowed himself down enough to not let any more panic cause further issues. He pulled back the blanket to find a pillow!

His heart dropped to his feet, not from the fear she escaped, but from fear that she may have been hurt while somewhere else. He scanned the room, and found no sign of her anywhere, nor of how she got out of the room. He closed his eyes, calming his thundering heart and thinking through where she might have gone. He quickly walked to the Master bedroom, and saw no obvious indications of her being there, or having passed through. With equal combination of speed and care, he went to the study. She had attempted to get onto her computer, but the password setup had foiled her. She was trying to contact the outside world, or escape. Again, neither of those caused alarm for him as her well being was paramount. The only other place he could think of was the kitchen, since she hadn't eaten since her return. After that he would conduct a thorough room by room search.

When he got to the kitchen, his worst fears were realized. She was lying on the floor, dressed, in a pool of juice and some blood. She was holding a large knife that fortunately had done no damage to her. He sank to his knees beside her, checking her vital signs, and being relieved that they were acceptable, if a little lower than normal. He looked for, and found, a first aid kit, and immediately carried out first aid on her. He made sure that she was breathing clearly, that there were no other immediate threats to her safety before proceeding to investigate and treat her observable injury. Again, he showed her the proper care and respect while cleaning the wound. He was determined not to cause her any pain beyond what was absolutely unavoidable. He managed to find some healing strips that pulled small wounds together, and he used those to help heal her cut.

He left her in her position, while he found some milk, and warmed it up for her. He poured some of it into a bowl, and got a straw, bringing them both to her. Once it was ready, he slowly started to get her attention, to get her to wake enough to respond to his suggestions.

"Dominique, it's Aaron. I have some warm milk for you. Drink some slowly, let it heat you up a little as well as giving your body something to use. He held her head up enough to allow her to drink, letting her head come to a rest after she took a swallow. He helped her through three or four attempts, always being gentle and tender with the stricken woman.

He scooped her up, holding her as if she were asleep, her head nestled in his shoulder, and her body supported well. He carried her up to her bedroom, and through to her private ensuite. He was a little surprised to see the tub full of water. He paused, giving thought to the soundness of his decision to put her in water. She was not fully conscious, and if she was startled, any reactions could be very harmful to either one, or both, of them. He turned and headed back to her bed. He carefully laid her down on top of the covers, pulling down the other side in preparation. He carefully removed Dominique's clothing, and moved her over to the other side of the bed. He covered her up, leaving only her head exposed. He rapidly shed his clothing, climbing into the bed behind her. He shuffled himself over until he was in contact with as much of her as was possible. He positioned his arm under her head, while the other wrapped around her belly, holding her firmly against him. He found his heart rate dropping to somewhere more like normal.

"I can safely guess that you hate me more than anything else right now, and I honestly can not blame you. I am being honest when I say I am sorry for the injuries you have suffered from my lack of knowledge about who you are. You health is of vital importance to me, as well as to someone who loved you dearly."

He held Dominique gently, and made no attempts to take advantage of his position and hers. Even holding an attractive, naked woman close to him in an enormous bed, he felt no stirrings of lust toward her. He continued to ensure that she was safe, slowly letting their combined trapped body temperatures help restore her internal body heat. He continued to speak his mind, not knowing if Dominique was awake and listening or not.

"Dominique, I know we have gotten off to a terrible start, worse than I had initially planned. But it is not my intent to hurt you, maim you or kill you. Whether you believe that is of course up to you, but it will not change the truth of those statements. But I was asked to do something important with respect to you, and in addition to that, I made a promise. I will be keeping both of those, Dominique, to the best of my abilities. I gather that it will also be against your most determined resistance as well. When you are healthier, I will explain what is happening, and you may ask whatever questions you like, and I will answer them.

"Of course, all of that is dependent on whether or not you think I am some psychopath who is toying with you, or I am suffering from some other form of dangerous insanity. But think on this, Dominique. I have had plenty of occasions to cause you harm, even kill you. But I have not. I have tried to fix what I have done you deliberate harm, and I have not taken you in any sexual way. Those would say something positive about me, I would hope."

Dominique was only barely aware that he had returned as she slipped in and out of consciousness unable to protest, struggle or even appreciate against his efforts to help her.

I wasn’t until floating in some nether world she felt the blessed heat begin to invade her frozen limbs, mmmmm, she thought arching backwards into the source of the almost sensual warmth…nice she murmured drowsily. Dominique languidly turned in the arms in which she was held burrowing closer as she did so throwing one slender leg across his hip bone her arms encircling his shoulders as she snuggled her head into the crook of his neck her soft breasts inadvertently pushed into his hard solid chest.

Mmmmm be smelled of …her eyes flew open as she suddenly resurfaced, with cognition reality came crashing back as she realized exactly where she was; snuggled in the arms of a man she was learning to despise and they both were obviously stark naked.

To her credit she remained immobile even though her first reaction was to claw his eyes out she wanted no physical contact with this brute of a man. Instead she listened like an unwilling confessor as he spilled his thoughts. He’ll get no Hail Mary’s from me. Her thoughts were laced with venom as she mulled over what he was saying. “I was asked to do something important with respect to you, and in addition to that, I made a promise.” What on earth had Zacchary asked him to do before he killed himself? Aaron had obviously been totally blind to who his younger brother truly was…but to agree to this kind of ludicrous revenge. Dominique wasn’t stupid this would only lead to one conclusion if she could not affect her escape; kidnapping was federal offense. There would be no going back for him; she would end up dead …or worse if he were to cover his tracks effectively after this was over.

“Your health is of vital importance to me.”Yes there could be nothing worse than fucking a corpse she supposed. Jesus perhaps he intended to sell her once he was through using her. The last thought unnerved her more than any other; through a blaze of anger came the first stirrings of fear. Dominique abhorred weakness she wanted this to be simple a nightmare from which she would soon awaken.

As she lay seemingly complaint in his arms her mind became clearer by degrees and she firmly dissociated herself from the body which was feeding hers warmth feeling no sexual response at all. Psychopath? more likely some deranged Sadist who got off playing mind games, his deeply troubled brother merely an excuse to allow his own depraved appetites free reign.

She asked herself again why? She had treated Aaron fairly she had developed deep feelings for him, she had tried to get him the help he needed, she had even planned him a second chance for them. That in and of itself spoke volumes didn’t it? Dominique wasn’t known for second chances! What on earth could her have he told his brother that would make him act in such a manner, if as he was trying to convince her, Aaron was indeed a rational man and not a maniac?

“When you are healthier, I will explain what is happening, and you may ask whatever questions you like, and I will answer them.” Oh she would have questions.

“I have tried to fix what I have done you deliberate harm, and I have not taken you in any sexual way. Those would say something positive about me, I would hope." How long would that last she wondered. She shuddered against the abhorrent thought of his forcing himself into her unwilling flesh, this was not how she thought she would….

No matter that was not important he could have her body he would never have her spirit or her heart! Pull yourself together Dominique, she chided herself, it is only flesh! My flesh, flesh destined for someone who would love me as my Mother loved my father. Stop it! she told herself firmly, enough!

She gently splayed her hands against his shoulders pushing gently forcing a small space between them. Lifting her eyes to meet his she spoke her voice low and raspy each word slipping uneasily from her dry parched throat. “Please Aaron I need space… I can hardly breathe, I…I need cold water… I am impossibly thirsty.”

As she pushed away from him her lower body came in closer contact with his groin, she could feel the masculine heat of him it felt like some huge deviant beast waiting for its moment to strike. Refusing to let him see fear her dilated eyes remained steadfastly on his as she ignored her small faux pas simply stilling any further movement on her part.

Aaron managed to remain detached enough to not let the change in Dominique's orientation to him to cause any reactions. But he had to admit, feeling the front side of her pressed against him in a very comforting and slightly intimate manner was definitely a position to enjoy and savour. He kept his arms and hands in safe places, focusing on the main effort in raising her core body temperature.

He mentally chastised himself further for his inability to keep Dominique safe from harm. But he was now aware of a number of safety issues concerning the woman he had taken as his unwilling submissive. In a rolling series of blunders that shook him to the core of his being, he had inflicted unnecessary harm on her that could have been easily avoided if he took a little more time researching her as he would have done for any other submissive. None of the mishaps that befell her up to that point would befall her again. He would not deliberately threaten the health of anyone.

The moving of her hand to his shoulder, along with the gentle force bring a gap between them was the first indicator that Dominique was awake. Her hand felt cool to his shoulder, and he felt just how delicate her hand was, and how fine each finger was as well. Her lustrous, dark eyes raised to meet his. He tried to fathom what thoughts flew about behind them, but the experience Domme would easily mask her thoughts so that she gave away little to those in her charge. Even taking that into consideration, Aaron found her eyes worthy of prolonged gazing.

“Please Aaron I need space… I can hardly breathe, I…I need cold water… I am impossibly thirsty.”

Her voice was rough and full of gravel. Before he could respond, he felt their lower bodies press together from the motion of Dominique's separation move. He was surprised at how soft her body felt, even through she was very fit and healthy. He felt himself react slightly from the brushing motion of their fleeting touch.

"Dominique, cold water would be detrimental to you right now. Tepid water would be good for you, but not cold." He shuffled himself back a little, breaking full contact with Dominique. His eyes hardened slightly as he threw off the covers enough to uncover her almost down to her knees. He took hold of her, rolling her onto her belly rather efficiently. He got onto his knees quickly, using his left hand to pin her to the mattress.

"Dominique, you have been told how you will address me. You have failed to do that, and as such you will be punished. Your punishment with be ten strikes of my open hand upon your derriere." Without pausing, Aaron commenced spanking Dominique. Each blow was hard, but he didn't put the full force behind the strikes. He felt the firm muscle of her ass quake with each blow. He kept himself calm as he delivered the spankings, not varying the strength or the pace of the blows. Once the last blow was over, he laid himself down beside her, and pulled up the covers.

"There, you punishment is complete and the matter no longer exists. Dominique, you still need help getting your temperature back to normal. Once that has occurred, you may ask me properly for some water." He reached out, and rolled her over so her back was to him. He positioned himself so he was close enough for their upper bodies to touch, but her recently spanked ass was spared any pressure. An arm slipped over her belly, far enough away from her breasts for them not to be touched.

"Dominique, you are no longer a Mistress who trains submissives. You are now my submissive. It is irrelevant that this has come against your will. It is a circumstance that neither of us likes, but we are both going to have to deal with it. I will treat you will all the respect, and care that a submissive deserves. You will open your mind enough to view my acts for what they are, and hopefully you will respect me as a dominant deserves. I've seen that you have attempted one escape, which doesn't surprise me that much. But further attempts will not be tolerated, and you will be disciplined if you try.

"It is not my intention to bring you harm. You will suffer pain from time to time from disciplines, and later, from activities that we will conduct together as part of play sessions. Regarding your special needs regarding your health, if there is anything that you have not mentioned, please tell me about it soon. I do not want to make another error that could put your life at risk."

he maneuvered his free hand to allow him to do some limited combing of her hair with his fingers, as well as some light scalp massaging. Aaron was starting to get a feeling of what it was about this woman that called out to him so strongly. It saddened him a little, because she was a dominant. Still, there was nothing wrong with a 'vanilla' relationship between dominants, as long as they had someone to dominate elsewhere.

Now there's a thought....

"Dominique, cold water would be detrimental to you right now. Tepid water would be good for you, but not cold."

His information imparted he proceeded to roll her onto her belly the sudden motion sending waves of nausea through her weakened system, she was hard pressed not the loose the meager contents of her stomach.His hand pinning her down forewarned her of what was about to happen even before he spoke again. Address him as WHAT! In that single instant Dominique vowed that the word Master would never pas her lips even if he flayed the shin off her body inch by bloody inch.

As the spanking began she wondered if in his absence he had simply goggled hypothermia, she imagined him avidly reading, probably the same website he got his Dom training from; no water for the victim just a half arsed spanking! He was a fuckin stupid, retarded bastard, an impotent jackass of a wanna be dick faced pathetic Dominant. Dominique scarcely heeded his hand on her arse she was so incensed. Out of nowhere the potent image of her mother washing her mouth out with soap came to the forefront of her brain causing her to actually smile against the pillow where her face was pressed. How many times she had suffered that particular punishment during her unsuccessful stint at submissive training, Dominique had simply lost count. It had been years since she had had a good swear it felt cathartic. Just as Dominique mind was gearing up to summon up another spate of colorful metaphors to call her captor the punishment abruptly stopped and he flipped her back on her side and once again into the confines of his hated arms.

"There, your punishment is complete and the matter no longer exists. Dominique, you still need help getting your temperature back to normal. Once that has occurred, you may ask me properly for some water." Ask him properly for some water he could think again, better yet he could hold his goddam breath and fuckin choke to death…she’d die of thirst first!

She lay rigid with righteous indignation that she Dominique had gotten herself to be in this ridiculous situation, she had allowed herself feelings for one of her trainees his brother, it may have clouded her judgement and now here she was in the arms of a madman, her whole body contracted inwards reviled by his very touch.

"Dominique, you are no longer a Mistress who trains submissives. You are now my submissive. Fuck you I am not submissive nor will I ever be …You will open your mind enough to view my acts for what they are, and hopefully you will respect me as a dominant deserves. I will die of old age before I shall willingly submit to this deluded ogre of an almost man, respect had to be earned! That is Dom 101 idiot!…further attempts will not be tolerated, and you will be disciplined if you try. So what, bring it on, oh esteemed dom sir, he has no clue who he is dealing with…..play sessions. Fuck his play sessions he might play I will be trying to stifle down my revulsion of him…regarding your special needs regarding your health, if there is anything that you have not mentioned, please tell me about it soon. I do not want to make another error that could put your life at risk.” Like I give a flying fuck about his incompetent mistakes, death would be preferable to being the plaything of a deviant delusional madman!

Dominique continued to remain stubbornly silent dispite the raging of her internal dialogue, until...

She felt his fingers in her hair messaging her scalp she shuddered with revulsion the skin of her nude body beginning to crawl. Her heart beat accelerated as loathing turned into the need for action she wanted nothing more than to turn hissing and spitting to claw his damn eyes out it took all of her willpower not to do so; she could literally feel his skin lacerating under her long fingernails. Patience Dominique patience, your time will come.

Instead moments later her breathing back to normal her soft heartfelt words slipped out unbidden resonating with pure unadulterated venom.

“Fuck you and the woman that birthed you, you deluded spawn of hell I shall NEVER willingly submit to you.”

Aaron could feel Dominique's thoughts towards him expressed through her body. She remained quite still, devoid of any movements. He guessed she was restraining herself from doing something that could cause her harm, or draw his ire.

He was reaching a crux point in his chosen activity. He was growing more aware of just how deeply Zac's death effected his thinking, and his ability to reason and process logically. That he had taken a woman against her will to be a submissive was the greatest act of foolishness he could have undertaken. Then there were all the failings in his usual routine before taking on a submissive. Those would have found out about her allergies, her dietary choices or requirements as well as a myriad of other yet to be discovered details concerning the woman he effectively held captive.

None too surprisingly, she was resistant to what was happening, and was smart enough to circumvent him at least once. But it seemed that even she was prone to making bad judgements, as he found her in the kitchen in a rather bad state, physically. He certainly was in for a long drawn out fight, as she was going to resist every inch that she lost. Plus, in his mind, she would be someone who would not let something like this slide quietly. It would be public, loud and rather messy for him at the very least.

Even his gesture of calm seemed to cause her discomfort or distress. Even a small gesture of consideration, of compassion, that a reasonable Dominant would give to their submissive was met with derision. He started to frown, trying to think of how to break through the thick layer of defence. But he felt a little more relieved when he detected the change in her breathing, and a return to a more normal pattern.

“Fuck you and the woman that birthed you, you deluded spawn of hell I shall NEVER willingly submit to you.”

There was one important behaviour shared by both Aaron and Zachary; their deep and enduring respect for their parents. When ever their parents were insulted, both men would get very defensive and highly aggressive to those that insulted them. Aaron would verbally tell the other party off, while Zac would physically assault them. Many who knew of the men's leanings sexually, were surprised at the seemingly opposite reactions from them. But the reason was equally simple. Aaron, the dominant, used his self control more than Zac did.

Dominique's outburst brought the heat of a nova roiling within him. His vision clouded with red as he pulled himself up into a kneeling position. His overwhelming urge was to tear apart the woman laying in the bed before him. The heartless bitch had caused the death of one of his family, and she gravely insulted another member. He was taking the deepest of possible breaths, grinding his teeth causing loud squeals to echo through the room. His hands tightened into fists ready to smash the stain that so besmirched his mother.

'Remember, my boys, you do not ever strike a woman in anger, unless she has physically struck you first. There is nothing lower on this earth, not even the most corrupt and lying politician, than a man that will strike a woman.'

His father's words cut through the haze, easing the pressure within him that pushed him towards a dangerous course of action. His teeth stopped grinding, but the jaw was still locked tight, and his breathing still laboured. He kept his eyes on Dominique, in case she attempted to move against him while he was not fully focused on her. He knew that she would try and use the newly exposed weakness against him, and he would have to harden himself against it. He slowly brought himself back under control, bleeding off the anger that was now focused at himself rather than Dominique. Within a minute, he was calm, and the source of the emotional turbulence was dealt with.

Aaron was a little shocked, but ultimately pleased with Dominique's outburst. It finally gave him a firm point of reference to work from. Until that time, he could only guess at the depth and degree of hatred she had for him, and what he had done to her. It also told him that she had been listening to him to some degree, which in his mind was useful.

Regardless of her thoughts about him, she needed his help, and since he was the cause of her ill health, he felt honour bound to do what he could to help her get better.

"I know you have no reason to trust me, or believe me, Dominique, but I want to tell you a little about my brother. Zac was my only sibling, and he was younger then me by three years. When Zac became a teenager, we noticed that he was ill. Mentally ill. He was sent to various doctors to help him out, but none of them seemed to help. When he found out about his submissive tendencies, he actually improved when he was under the guiding hand of a Mistress. Still, he improved, but he didn't have things under control."

Aaron took a deep breath, centring himself before he continued. "Things hadn't worked out with his previous Mistress, and they parted company. During a visit to a club, he saw you. He told me that he felt the empty spot within him fill a bit for the first time. I thought he was thinking with his cock, because when I saw you, I saw that you were a remarkable looking woman, and all he was seeing was you appearance. But he was adamant that you were the one that could help him.

"So, we did a little research. We asked around, and everything we heard was good and reassuring. When he heard you were looking for students, he begged for the chance to be one. When he was between Mistresses, I became his default Dominant for him when he needed that kind of figure to aid him in his decision making. I will admit I had my doubts. But we had a friend that we knew from school who was a psychiatrist. He knew us well, including our sexual preferences and leanings. Because of that friendship, he could never help Zac professionally. But we visited him, and the three of us discussed Zac's desire to be trained by you.

"In the end, I finally agreed to let Zac try. He convinced me that you had the right approach, style, professional personality to give him what he lacked, what the various psychs couldn't give him. Before I gave him the final OK, I did a little more digging into your professional conduct and background. I didn't see any reason for saying no."

Aaron took another deep breath, letting it out as a long almost inaudible sigh. "But you turned him down. I never found out exactly how it was done, thought I know you mentioned him seeking profession medical help. You were his last chance to get himself straightened out. So, the failure to become one of your students crushed him. I didn't think he would do what he did. I was quite angry with myself for allowing him to try and causing him to take the path that he did. I was also upset with you for how you released him, because that must have been the final straw.

"But Zac knew me, and in his final words he told me not to hurt you. Not to vent my anger on you. My brother's trust in me was enough to stay my hand, and remind me of who I am. But because of that, I wanted you to learn a valuable lesson, so something like this never happened again."

He slipped off the bed, and went to the attached bathroom to get Dominique some water. He returned to her side of the bed, keeping a polite distance while offer her the glass of water.

"I have made many mistakes, as I have said. I am trying to make up for those. I am doing my best to take care of you, Dominique, under the circumstances we are in. I know you have means of moving around here that I have yet to discover and neutralize effectively. I will take reasonable efforts to keep you from causing trouble." He placed the glass on the bedside table, well within her reach.

"You are still suffering from hypothermia, Dominique. There are two effective ways of dealing with it. The safest is to have you lie in bed, with another person to help keep you warm through shared body warmth. The other, is to submerse you in warm water. I would recommend the former, due to safety reasons. However, my physical proximity is causing you distress, which is impeding your recovery. In the interests of your health, I will let you decide which means of recovery you wish to have. If you choose the bath, I will remain close by to prevent any accidents."

He stood still, calmly looking at Dominique. He agreed completely with his brother, she was an extremely attractive woman, and Aaron would like nothing more than to know her better physically. He would only do that if she agreed to it, and not a moment earlier. It would be interesting to see if he ever got her to agreeing.

"So, Dominique, which method will you choose?"

“Fuck you and the woman that birthed you, you deluded spawn of hell I shall NEVER willingly submit to you.”

The moment the words left her mouth Dominique realized that she had made a big mistake! Aaron's demeanor abruptly changed and the mad man she had claimed him to be became physically real before her very eyes almost as if she had conjured him.

Suddenly unbelievably he was kneeling on the bed in what should have been a supplicant position. He towered over her fists clenched …. he was losing control!

Using strength she didn’t know she had left Dominique scooted backwards up the bed dragging what she could of the the sheet with her until her back made contact with the headboard. Nudity meant nothing to the young Mistress but in those precious moments she felt truly naked for the very first time in his presence. Naked, vulnerable and in supreme danger! For the first time also Dominique felt fear, she would die here, she did not want to die! Her eyes fixed to him she awaited the blows she was sure would come…

Huge Fists clenched at his sides his rage an almost palatable entity she watched astounded as he slowly reigned in his emotions, Aaron was a huge man kneeling almost facing her where she huddled, he looked every inch the Dominant even in his unorthodox position. Dominique slowed her breathing as she tried to make sense of this new development to get beyond her primal fear and to simply think! Had she had found his Achilles tendon, one more powerful than his brother…his mother perhaps? She filled this information away her wary eyes noting the position he had instinctively taken in his moment of anger. Had he like herself had some form of submissive training or did there lurk the heart of a submissive male buried somewhere beneath the tendons and sinuous of the powerful man who was still kneeling before her?

Her eyes darkened she could see clearly in her minds eye how perfectly a steel collar would look wrapped around his strong neck. He was a fine specimen of manhood, not muscle bound like one who over frequents a gym, he was toned and fit, chiseled male perfection...nice. Her inquisitive gaze automatically lowered to the place between his corded thighs to be immediately raised again to a spot somewhere in the middle of his strong chest. Dominique could feel herself flushing slightly and struggled to control her physical responses. Pull yourself together, this is neither the place nor time, she chided herself firmly. It was a pity they hadn't met under other circumstances. shhhh Domminique shhhh!

Time seemed to be suspended as she watched from carefully beneath her lowered lashes as he knelt before her immobile and seemingly to be deep in thought.

Dominique didn’t think she could stand it anymore, she had begun to tremble slightly as she clung to the edges of the blanket with fingers now turned white with stress. Suddenly however he changed his position on the bed until he was lying half reclined on the pillows beside her. Aaron moved with an ease and grace she had not expected of this huge specimen of manhood. She hadn't stood side by side with him but he must have been well over 6 feet she had surmised.

Dominique’s jumped startled at his sudden and unexpected motion dropping her hold on the blanket before grabbing it immediately once more to huddle lower turning slightly to face him thankful that this time he had keep a small modicum of distance between them. Unbeknown to Dominique she looked not unlike a small frightened child, blankets pulled up to her chin, eyes wide with emotion as she huddled beside him on the pillows at the head of the huge opulent bed. For the moment gone was the Dominant, gone even was the seductive woman. Her normally sumptuous completion had been replaced, she looked almost child-like, pale and ethereal as she listened to his next impassioned words.

As his story unfolded her ire increased within her and with it her sense of the gross injustice she was being forced to undergo at his hands; slowly the young girl-child receded to be replaced by the strong woman she had become.The Domme claimed her rightful place determined to fight this wrong... at the very least to make him pay dearly.

“When Zac became a teenager, we noticed that he was ill. Mentally ill”

Mentally ill? On the one hand his story moved her the image of her poor Zachary his smile his willingness to please came to mind causing small tears to well up at the corners of her beautiful eyes she pushed it forcefully aside she would not be swayed. They had lied on his application and now he had the audacity to blame her for the fall out. Aaron had taken her freedom, would force her to summit to him and likely take her very life before this charade would be over. He had been mentally ill before he had come to her, he…they… had lied on his application Zachary had even fooled her psychologist! That he had lied to her hadn’t come as a surprise …still. What am I to do? again she pushed down her sense of panic forcing herself to digest his every word somewhere in his words there might lie another clue.

Trust or believe him…never!

As he continued to speak Dominique became increasingly astounded at the extent to which they had researched her while leaving out their own crucial information about Zachary. Information that could have saved his life! If they has come to her explained his situation she might have taken him and only him on as a special project. If they had researched her thoroughly as Aaron said he had Aaron would have known that she would have considered it. Dominique like her mother before her had a big heart and rarely turned away those in real need.

Her eyes sought out his, things could have turned out so differently…

Aaron was indeed deluded!

“I was quite angry with myself for allowing him to try and causing him to take the path that he did.”

Angry at himself? he should be bloody furious, he alone had been responsible for his brother’s death going along with the depth of subterfuge it had taken to even get him accepted into her program in the first place. I wonder how much it cost him to pay off their shrinks!Aaron just hadn’t faced the truth as yet he was in denial…he alone was responsible for his brother’s untimely death!She would help him see the truth if it was the last thing she did before she left this earth!


“My brother's trust in me was enough to stay my hand, and remind me of whom I am. But because of that, I wanted you to learn a valuable lesson, so something like this never happened again."


Oh yes a lesson needed to be learned but it wasn’t her who needed to learn it! Thankfully just then Aaron removed his odious presence from her bed for she has been very tempted to spit in his face, she might have had her throat not been so parched! Her eyes followed him warily as he moved off the bed surprised when he returned with a glass of water, even helping her sit up and arranging the fluffy pillows behind her head as if she were an invited guest. She endured his ministrations and began to sip the water grateful for the tepid liquid as he continued.

"I have made many mistakes, as I have said. I am trying to make up for those. I am doing my best to take care of you,"

The only way of making up for his many mistakes would be to release her and they both knew at this point this was not an option such an action would not go well for him kidnapping was a federal offense.

"I know you have means of moving around here that I have yet to discover and neutralize effectively."

Good he hadn’t figured that out yet and probably wouldn’t as long as she was careful. She needed to get well... she needed time..she needed a plan of action. Think Girl ...think!

As Aaron outlined her treatment options; him as a hot water bottle, him watching her naked in a tub she grimaced inwardly.[I} Such wonderful choices [/I], she thought sarcastically, logical certainly but both equally repulsive to her. Aaron did have a valid point she did need to get well. She desperately needed to become stronger; she needed both her strength and a clear mind to escape his clutches.[/I]

Dominique had not spoken since her original outburst she had simply listened , digesting, filtering, mastering her volatile emotions as his implausible but very real tale unfolded.

His physical proximity was causing her distress? Lord he had no concept! The very last thing she wanted was him pressed against her flesh to flesh no mater what the reason, yet she had no wish to leave the sanctuary of her bed either or to lie naked while he sat and watched. Idly she wondered if her found her attractive? Again she mentally shushed herself as her mind wandered into waters best not visited. it must be lack of food, she told herself firmly.

"So, Dominique, which method will you choose?"

Dominique took her time putting down her empty glass before slowly meeting his somber gaze.

“I don’t suppose you would consider simply turning on the electric blanket would you?”

Her expressive eyes were twinkling mischievously as she finally spoke affording him a brief glimpse of her inner-self.

Her naturally sultry voice was low and melodic. Her grip firm on her blanket...

Aaron observed Dominique closely as she drank her water. She was masking herself well, but he caught the edges of something behind it. But he could not tell with any certainty what it was she was trying to hide or suppress. In time, he would be able to read her better, just as she would read him better. Dominants, good dominants at least, were skilled at that. They knew what they submissives needed, and listened not to the words, but to the body.

She drank the water slowly, carefully and mindfully. Even the placement of the glass on the bedside table was a considered move. She turned her rich, brown eyes his way, catching him slightly off guard at just how physically beautiful the woman was.

“I don’t suppose you would consider simply turning on the electric blanket would you?”

It was then that she showed a little of herself. She was one who loved life, and enjoyed it when she could. The look in her eye, and the way her voice filled the room comfortably were all too natural to be faked. He was starting to see why so many men were smitten with her, after they got past her physical nature.

But he also saw the grip of the blanket. She felt the need for a shield, or for some modesty. He didn't care which, because the blanket served a proper purpose with regards to improving her health.

"I will consider it, but not right now. Dehydration is a much greater risk with the electric blanket running. However, if you remain in bed, and not try anything silly, I may use it later. But first, you need more water, as well as another application of the cream to your neck and shoulders." Aaron walked to get the glass, taking it into the bathroom to fill it up, as well as grabbing the medicine for Dominique.

After the glass was placed on the bedside table, Aaron sat down beside Dominique. He adjusted the blanket so it was under her arms, and covering her chest, leaving her shoulders and neck exposed. All of his actions were slow, functional and delivered in a manner meant to ease. Aaron started applying the cream to the front of Dominique's throat. His touch was light. Again he was functional in his actions. He touched the effected areas, and a little of the skin around them to ensure he missed nothing. His gaze was fixed on those places he was treating. He had injured her, and his was responsible for the healing of those injuries.

"I am not sure how quickly this works for you, Dominique, but I can see definite improvements. There does not appear to be any signs of lingering marks, or scarring." He closed up the container of the cream, placing it on the bedside table near her water. He stood up, and moved to the end of the bed, sitting down facing her.

"Dominique, when was the last time you ate? When you have eaten, we will need to talk some more."

Dominique hadn’t really expected him to allow use of the blanket as it was obvious that he had barely a clue what he was doing. She was mildly amused when he once again donned his Dom mantel using it like a shield to hide his emotions. She had been correct in her earlier assumption’s that role of dominant was simply a game he played. Obviously at some point he had been submissive that was obvious by the instinctively supplicant position he had assumed on the bed when he has almost lost his temper. Perhaps being submissive was not to his liking, perhaps he liked the control that he thought being in a more dominant role would afford him? He was a big overgrown bully nothing more. Yes she found him sexually attractive that she could freely admit, nevertheless she wouldn’t choose him as a student for her program anymore than she would choose him for her dominant.

The man held steadfast to his mistaken beliefs about his brother even though in his heart he must know they were invalid. A good dominant listened…he simply did not. A closed mind was a dangerous thing, as was having ones judgement clouded by emotion. Dominique knew firsthand how loss of a family member could affect one, she had lost both of her parents, it had taken all of her inner strength to go down the pathway expected of her when all she had wanted to do was lay down and die.

All of these thoughts were running through Dominique mind as Aaron steadfastly applied the salve to her neck and shoulders. His incessant stream of words making little imprint on her conscious mind. She started to pay attention again only when his hands left her flesh and his weight caused her position to move as it was removed from the bed as he moved to stand at the end of her bed to speak once more.

"Dominique, when was the last time you ate? When you have eaten, we will need to talk some more."

Talk some more, did this man never shut up?

Dominique raised her gold flecked eyes to his searching his face for some glimmer of hope; she found none. Her nightmare was truly just beginning. The young dominant was a fighter but she wasn’t sure if this was a fight she wanted to undertake especially not with his deluded man, it would end badly she was sure of it. Don’t even think of it Dominique a stern inner voice told her, do not give up, fight him with all you have…perhaps you can help him. It was the last part of the unsolicited advice which gave her solace, perhaps she could help him where she had failed his brother.

Taking a calming cleansing breath she straightened her slender shoulders and replied. “I have lost track of time. I eat a very light breakfast on the day you abducted me, fresh fruit and freshly squeezed orange juice I think.”

Aaron was settling back into his proper mode of thinking and outlook. Dominique was going to resist, which he knew she would. If the roles were reversed, he would resist as well for as long as he could. He was a submissive once, but he was not any more. Not even for Dominique. No matter how sexy she looked, and how strong her will was.

She gave him a long look, her eyes flickering before he saw her guard come up again. The deep breath and the straightening of her shoulders spoke to Aaron very clearly; she was still trying to maintain control over as much of the situation as she could. It warmed him inside seeing her so that. He started to see more and more the reasons Zac wanted her to be his Domme.

“I have lost track of time. I eat a very light breakfast on the day you abducted me, fresh fruit and freshly squeezed orange juice I think.”

Aaron nodded, signally he heard and understood her. He stood and walked to her wardrobe. He was impressed at the selection of clothing she had, and he could easily picture her in many of them. But he quickly found what he was looking for. He grabbed the silk scarves and walked back to the bedside.

"Now, Dominique, I will go and make you some lunch and bring it back here for you. However, since you have show a tendency to try and remove yourself from my company, I will have to restrain you for the time I am gone. I would prefer that you be polite, and help out with this, otherwise I will use what force I need to in order to get the task done. At least helping ensures that the chance of being hurt is nil, which is something I cannot guarantee would occur if you resist."

Aaron kept his entire demeanor matter of fact. He was not making any threats, neither was he pleading. He could sense that she still didn't trust him, but he was going to demonstrate by his actions that he could be trusted a little. That her health and safety were important to him, and he had been learning from his previous errors.

"Will you help, Dominique?"

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