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Old 08-29-2017, 10:38 PM   #51
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Samantha hesitated, heart pounding, as the heady scent of leather filled her senses. She had never set foot in a shop like this before. For the sake of protecting her reputation, and her secret, she'd never dared. It would be a death blow to her wholesome on-air image to be recognised in a place like this.

The few bondage toys she used to play with had all been discretely ordered online, and sent to an anonymous address, with the exception of a few gifts from Evie. Even online, she'd never spent much time exploring.

Samantha, as a general rule, did not particularly enjoy shopping. Most of the time, the Ice Queen knew exactly what she wanted and she got it. Or sent an assistant for it.

How many times had she sent Everett on a chase? Sent him to waste his time going store to store, or hours searching online, to find the specific jewelry or perfume or wine or shoes or whatever else she had decided she wanted? She shied away from that thought.

If she were to be truly honest with herself, too much time browsing those BDSM shopping sites she had made her purchases at left her… uncomfortable… stirred her arousal and her submissiveness, more than the cold, controlling side of her could stand. She'd rather avoid that. If she didn't look, she didn't have to face what she'd tried so hard to bury deep inside behind thick protective walls of icy disdain.

She took one tiny step, then another, eyes flicking wildly around the room, not sure she felt safe looking at any of it too closely, the hard, icy side of her raging at her to get out of there. This was too much, too deep. Escape. Protect yourself, before it's too late.

Everett squeezed her hand, tugging her forward, and Samantha drew a deep breath, pushing the panic away.

She walked forward, sliding her hand slowly over some heavy wooden stocks. The wood was smooth and cool and so solid. She'd played with self-bondage of course, but never anything like this. Her core turned molten with renewed longing. She could almost feel the thick heavy wood locking her in place… on display… inescapable. Her fingers trembled slightly, as she moved around the corner to the next display.

Anal plugs of every shape and size.

Samantha's ass clenched, an aching twinge reminding her sharply that Everett had fucked it hard last night. Before his thick cock had plowed her ass open, she'd never had anything inside it. Now, suddenly, she could imagine how it would feel to have her ass plugged. Her eyes roved over them… long ones, wide ones, inflatable ones, jewel-tipped… tails? She swallowed. Unicorn tails with long, rainbow tresses. Soft, furry foxtails. Fluffy, round bunnytails. Pink, curled pigtails. All attached to bulbous anal plugs.

She turned away, a fiery blush rising over her cheeks, moving quickly to the next display.

Masks. Lace masquerade masks, leather and feathers. A dark leather half mask, to cover the top of a submissive's head but leave the lower face open. Kitten ears graced the crown and inky lace covered the eye openings, making it somehow playful and seductive at the same time. Beside it, full hoods. Some with eye openings, some with only mouth openings. On the next peg hung a heavy black hood with zippers where eyes and mouth could be concealed or revealed.

Samantha felt her chest heaving, her throat tightening, imagining a hood close over her face. So confined… so vulnerable… her knees almost buckled. She clenched her fingers and moved on, as soon as she could walk steadily.

The scent of leather surrounded her again and she looked up to see a wall display full of riding crops, floggers and paddles. A vivid memory of Everett's belt striping her the night before flashed through her mind's eye. She could imagine the quick, whistling sting of a crop. She shifted her hips, pressing her thighs together.

She reached out hesitantly, not quite touching the floggers' braided leather hilts. So many to choose from. Wide, suede falls for a lovely, deep thud, or narrow, oiled leather tresses for the sharp sting. She could almost feel her backside burn.

She turned to the paddles, some wide and wooden, some leather wrapped. Her fingers stroked over several of them with letters carved into their surface, SLUT in sharp relief on one, BABY on another, imagining the welts they would leave behind.

Samantha swallowed hard and moved on, turning another corner to come upon a huge display of collars. She bit back a tiny gasp, trembling wildly as she stepped closer, unable to resist. Hesitant fingers inched slowly out, caressing the smooth leather here, the soft suede there.

Her eyes locked onto a wide collar of butter-soft red leather, clipped to a short chain lead with a matching red leather handle. A soft whimper of need breathed out without her even being aware of it. So intently focussed on what she was looking at, Samantha never noticed Everett step up behind her.
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Everett let her hand go at first as she began to gingerly step through the store looking at the various items. He could see there was an urge in her to run. He figured she had bought the toys in her little box online... perhaps even under an assumed identity to a fake address using a burn phone to call it in. She seemed so paranoid about that identity, but then again, her livlihood depended on it, so she had a right to be that way.

As she began to walk, he snatched up a shopping basket, then loosely followed around near her, so she didn't find herself alone, but didn't think he was hovering. He grinned as she played with the stock and thought about finding a way to get something that big home discreetly. He dismissed the idea quickly, however, did pick up a pair of thick red leather shackles with a matching pair of ankle shackles with it and slid it into the basket. He grinned as he picked up a pair of 6 small masterlocks and set them inside too. To his surprise, he found an leather arm sleeve that looked like the right size and slid it into the basket.

As she reached the anal plugs, he chuckled as he saw her clench her ass. He figured her mind raced to last night and his cock inside tight dark hole. He looked at a pair of 3 varied sizes of anal plugs and slid them into the basket as well. He glanced over and found a pair of nipples clamps and set them inside.

As she looked at the masks, he paid close heed to what she reached for. As she went to walk away, he picked up the zipper hood and hood that had open eyes holes and kitten ears. Sitting next to the hoods was a number of gags and bits. He glanced through them and found a ring gag and a penis gag with a 4" penis attachment and slipped them into the basket.

He watched her reach the floggers and smile as she perused them all. He selected a riding crop and a SLUT paddle and slipped them into his basket. He carefully took her dress bag and set it on top of the items to keep them secret from her.

She saw her make it to the collars and reach to the red one that was extremely pretty to look at, could feel her heat growing again. As he eased up beside her, he said, "That collar is very pretty. It would look amazing on you. Put it on."

She nearly jumped out of her skin as she recognized who it was next to her and saw her spin to face him. She let her eyes shift back to the collar and then to him. When he said nothing else, she reached to the collar and unclasped it before sliding it around her neck. He gently turned her around and fastened it to her neck. He pointed towards a mirror and watched her walk up and take a look at it, letting her hands touch it gently. A smile grew on her face.

He peeked over her shoulder and too the leather handle of the lead into his hand and said, "This is called a posture collar. It forces a slave to keep her head face front. Try to turn your head."

Everett smiled as she tried to do it and managed to get a partial move before settling with her eyes front. He said, "The taller the collar, the harder it is to turn your head. You picked one that is fairly narrow in relation to the vast majority out there."

He watched her eyes gaze on her collar for a few moments longer, before he unfastened it and slid it on top of the bag in their basket. He said, "There is something I want you to have. Come with me."

He led her past the anal plugs to the dildos and vibrators till they reached leather thong panties. each of these panties had a small device attached to them which was strategically positioned to touch the clit." He ran his fingers over them and finally found one he liked. He looked to her and said, "This is a wifi enabled thong. It means I can turn it on and off anytime I want, so long as you receive wifi. Anywhere in the world you are, I can control your clit."

HE saw her blush once again and then slid them into the basket before he turned back to the lingerie section and found himself staring at a variety of lingerie that teased in all the right areas. He settled on one particular outfit which was a latex garter that pushed her exposed breasts up and taunt. He checked the size and then slid it into the basket as well.

Everett turned to her and said, "Pet. Wait for me by the door." he leaned in and gave her a kiss on the lips before she turned and did as she was bade.

After his purchases were complete, he turned with his two large thick plastic shopping bags and headed to his pet and offered her one with the dress bag in it. He said, "Some things you know I bought... others you don't. Now. You will take me to your home now. You are going to try all the things I bought you before we go out again tonight."

He led her back up to the street and waved another cab, this happened to be the same one from when the two of them had a little encounter in the back seat. He opened the door and smiled to catch a hint of her sex and then slid her inside and nestled in next to her. He said, "You will not open these bags nor make any attempt to figure out what is inside. You will see soon enough. Give him your address."

Everett smiled with great pleasure as he watched her do as she was bid...
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Samantha shifted in the seat as the cab pulled away from the curb, turning herself slightly to the side and leaning back, settling more against Everett's chest than the seat in an attempt to protect her tattoo.

"C'mere, pet," Everett tapped at her legs, shifting her further until she was pulled completely across his lap, curled into his side. He kept one hand curled around the back of her neck, making occasional tiny strokes with his thumb against her nape. The other hand petted soft caresses against her bare thigh under her dress above the sheer silk of her hose.

She sighed softly, her lead lolling against his chest, more than a little surprised at how easy it was to just accept. She felt the occasional flare of icy disdain battering against her, urging her to take back her pride, her control, to kick Everett's ass. But somehow, the banked burn of her tattoo, or the gentle petting of Everett's hands, or the fiery heat of his kiss was always there to melt back the ice, give her the strength to push away the hard feelings and embrace Everett's control.

But the ice did not give up so easily. Maybe that's all part of his plan, it whispered in the back of her mind, maybe simply destroying your career is not enough. Maybe he is planning to make you complicit in it. Maybe he intends to show the world how you beg for it. How you squeal and moan and plead with him like a desperate, needy slut, begging to be allowed to cum.

Samantha squeezed her eyes shut against the cold voice, concentrating on the steady thump of Everett's heartbeat under her ear, the warm caress of his hands. He said forever. He wants forever.

He's lying.

He said I'm his.

His to destroy. His to expose to the world as a perverted, cum-craving slut who likes to tie herself up and be fucked by anyone who comes along.

NO. Not anyone. She attempted to swallow, throat squeezing shut around a lump of tears. Not anyone. Only Everett. She slid her hand inside his vest, clutching at his shirt and pressed herself closer, needing to not only hear the quiet thrum of Everett's heart but to feel its steady rhythm against her cheek.

Eventually, the cab pulled over to the curb, easing to a stop in front of one of the more exclusive high rises in the city.

Samantha blushed as she eased out of the cab, attempting to smooth down her skirt as the building doorman rushed over.

"Ms. Noelle," he nodded, offering his hand.

"Good afternoon, Douglas," she smiled.

"May I help you with your bags, ma'am?"

"No, thank you, Douglas. We've got them." She blushed again, hurrying toward the Penthouse elevator.

Samantha snuck a glance at Everett's reflection in the mirrored elevator doors, but could not read the expression on his face. She could guess what he thought of the extravagant building though. It was clearly expensive, and exclusive. In truth, while she couldn't exactly say she did not enjoy the luxury of it, she lived here for one reason, and one reason only. Her public image. As a celebrity, she wanted her privacy and she knew people expected her to maintain a certain lifestyle. Keep up certain appearances.

And so she lived in the huge penthouse apartment of one of the most exclusive buildings in town. Dozens of perfectly decorated rooms, filled with expensive art and furniture. Cold, austere, and immaculate.

Given the choice, she'd rather live in a little house with a fenced in yard full of flowers and colour and warmth and laughter. A house like her grandparents had before they'd passed. A home full of smiles and hugs and unconditional love. Samantha had lost them when she was barely five years old and that was the last time she'd felt safe or loved. The last time she'd felt she had someone who cared about her, or wanted to take care of her.

That's when she learned that this world was a cold, harsh place and you could only rely on yourself.

The elevator bounced slightly, stopping on the penthouse floor and the doors slid open with a soft whoosh.

Samantha stepped out into the vestibule, digging into her purse for her keys, Everett following close behind. She unlocked the door and walked into her foyer, dropping her keys and purse on the table next to the door as he followed, the snick of the closing door thunderous in the sudden silence.
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Everett already felt a growing uneasiness as they reached her building and found her door being opened by a man in a black tuxedo-ish suit. He was in his mid-60's and seemed perfectly charming to her as he offered his hand to help her out of the cab. That was as far as his courtesy extended though as he found himself having to get out himself and walking around the cab to catch up to her. The greeter, apparently named Douglas' turned his eye towards him and arched an eyebrow at him as Sammy turned and walked into the building.

He tipped his head and gave a friendly grin, only to recieve an even higher eyebrow raise, a sign just short of being unwelcomed. Everett said, "Never mind old boy. I'll get my own door."

The executive walked inside the massive Foyer with black and white tile flooring and followed her to a smaller elevator just off to the side of the main elevators. It was unmarked by but required a code to be put into a panel, which she promptly did. The doors opened smoothly and they both stepped inside. It was clear that his nervousness was growing as he looked at the control panel and saw only 6 buttons, E1 through E6. There were at least 100 floors on in the building and not a single button for any of them. When she hit E6, the doors closed and immediately felt the vessel lift into the sky.

Stepping out, he walked into a foyer area and looked about. His eyes bulged as there were only two doors, one that had a 1 over it and one that had a 2. Clearly, this floor only held two apartments or condos or whatever they called them. He stood their getting antsy as she opened the door and offered him access into the place.

He stepped in and his jaw dropped. He couldn't believe what he was looking at! The place was MASSIVE! Absolutely MASSIVE!!! He glanced at her a moment as she stood there and held the two bags and looked a bit uncertain herself. He had sensed that with her since he had commanded her to take him to her home. Was it the ice Queen coming back?

The entryway was tiled in similar black and white patterning and held a large mahogony table with a large vase of fresh cut flowers sitting in the middle of it. He glanced up and noticed a security camera in the corner of the room. There were four passageways out of the entryhall, one to the left and right and two going further into the apartments.

He glanced back at her and without asking permission, turned and headed into the corridor to the right. He felt her follow him as they made it into a large formal dining room with a banquet table that could easily serve 12. Large dark mahogony chairs with red seats surrounded the table and looked as if they had rarely if ever got used. A massive china cabinet lined one entire wall of the dining area and held rare pieces of porcelien and clay dishware that seemed to come from everywhere around the globe sat on display. He could see by the delicate artistry of the pottery that each one was quite valuable.

Everett walked through the dining room through a pair of double doors into one of the largest personal kitchens he had ever seen! Granite cabinetry, chrome appliances, and black and chrome cabinets highlighted the room. There was a central island in the kitchen with a built in butcher block on it, large baskets of fresh fruit and low calorie treats, and more flowers. There was a small door off to the side which looked like some kind of private employee entrance.

He turned and walked through a corridor to the left of the kitchen and wound up in a breakfast room with a smaller round table a few chairs, and some family pictures of an older couple who were probably her parents or grandparents. This room felt so much more different than the dining hall, as it held furniture he would happily have in his own place. There was a window to the outside in this room which showed nothing by the skyline. He had a feeling she spent a lot of time in this room.

He walked through another set of doors into could be nothing other than... some kind of trophy room for herself. Dozens of awards, trophies and plaques hung on the walls or stood within glass displays. Each glittered of gold, silver, or glass. Photos of herself with various sports, political, business or economic leaders she had interview also lined her walls. More photos of people and places she had visited in her various field assignments caught his attention as well. It made him remember some of the great events of recent history that she had been able to report on like the hurricanes, the elections, the great trials and sports victories. She had seen so much in her young life and made him feel that much more guilty for what he was doing to her with the photos. He hadn't done a tenth of what she had done though she was only 4 years older than him and yet, he somehow thought he had earned the right to have a position in front of the camera like she did? He hadn't scratched the surface of the accomplishments that she had. She had earned her right to the big chair... not him. He looked down and started to turn away when he caught something else that got his attention. It was a hand drawing from a child of what looked like a little girl and four adults, two of them older standing in front of a house. He took a step towards it and smiled as he saw the name in the bottom corner of who drew it... Sammy.

He smiled warmly and thought about how fantastic her life must have been to have such a warm supportive family who nurtured her all the way too adulthood, giving her the tools she needed to become the superstar that she was today. He walked towards her and caressed her cheek and whispered, "Of all the things in this room, that drawing... is my favorite pet."

Everett walked into the living area and immediately wanted to get out of the room. It looked like some kind of show piece with Victorian style furniture, wall hangings, tables and even more fresh flowers. How much money did she spend on flowers in this place? He headed to a door opposite of the breakfast room door and opened it. He smiled to see her home office.

This was a room where she lived. A large black desk filled the bulk of the room, with a half dozen monitors mounted to the walls, three computers, cameras, a bookshelf with manuals and other reading material on it. Stacks of papers put in various corners of the room showing a much more 'lived in' look than every room he had seen thus far. He noticed a green background on the back wall and realized that this must be where she cuts some of her more personal pieces for air. He had wondered where she had gone too.

He turned to the left once again and found himself in a large long hallway. Four doors lined the left side of the corridor while a glass wall revealed a fantastic balcony lined the right. He stepped through the glass door to the right and was greeted with the warm sunshine, the distant sounds of traffic far below. Everett walked to the edge of the balcony and glanced over the edge and instantly regretted it as his vertigo kicked in slightly and he backed away. He wouldn't do that again soon. The balcony was filled with flowers and potted plants, lawn furniture, a small covered spa, an older gliding rocker that was stragetically positioned to watch planes coming in for a landing. This swing reminded him of the furniture in the breakfast room. It didn't fit the apartment, but it fit her. He suspected a backstory with these pieces.

The executive turned and saw Sammy watching him, silently studying him. He was learning more and more about her with each room he uncovered in this mansion like home. He took her free hand in his and headed back inside the corridor to the four bedrooms. The furthest door opened into a massive master bedroom with a canopy style bed as it's centerpiece, wardrobes and dressers of the most expensive tastes lined the walls. He found a closet door to the right which opened into a large walk in closet that was lined with nothing but her dresses and clothing for work. He noticed instantly that there was something missing and that was shoes. He didn't see a single shoe, slipper or boot in the closet which he thought odd.

He walked into the master bath which had a huge walk in shower, a jacuzzi tub big enough for 6, dual sinks. It was beautiful... one of the most beautiful bathrooms he had ever seen, but it wasn't her. Not really.

He turned back into the Master bedroom, then reached to her packages and set them on the thick mattresses of the bed. He looked along it's frame and smiled. Whether she knew it or not, she had the perfect bed for his needs. He noticed another door which was closed. If the mental map of this place were right, it would lead into the next bedroom. He walked to it and felt her tug back slightly, then opened the door. He stepped into the room large enough to be a twin to the room he had just left. It was lined... wall to wall, with shoes. Heels, boots, stilettos, loafers, flats, and sneakers. Each pair was sitting on a display rack that surrounded the room floor to ceiling with two more rows of display cases with even more footware on them. Everett couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Women and their shoes...". He turned and headed out the side door, which spilled back into the corridor opposite the balcony.

Turning right, he walked to the two remaining doors and peeked inside. The first was another bedroom, a guest room so to speak which hardly ever looked used. The last room was the main bathroom. Flowers lined each room, each hallway and corridor.

As he finished his tour, he had a pretty good feel about her. There were things in this home that she treasured that didn't go with the house, but with her. There was other things that went with the house... but not her. He could see conflict in her own designs. He looked at her and said, "Your home is lovely. Very extravegant. But... other than the breakfast room, your office, and that swing outside on the balcony, it ain't you. That... is a shame."

He turned and headed back to the bedroom, walked to the bed with her packages, seperated the dress bag from the rest and then turned and looked at her and said, "My dear. Where are your toys? You have toys in your office, but I didn't see any here. Please get them out for me."
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Samantha had been watching Everett closely as she trailed him through her home. She'd seen the uneasiness growing in him, could see hints of his discomfort with the luxurious surroundings, as if he were feeling out of place, out of his element.

She very rarely invited anyone to her home, but those rooms where guests were welcome were designed to do exactly that. Her home was all about reminding those who were allowed to enter exactly who she was and they were not.

She was Samantha Noelle, media darling. Her home screamed privilege, power and icy control.

She could see that, even if only at a subconscious level, Everett was reading that message. And she could feel that message seeping back into her own mind as well, cool calm steeling her spine as she straightened.

"My dear. Where are your toys? You have toys in your office, but I didn't see any here. Please get them out for me."

Samantha bit back a smirk, eyes downcast. The dark commanding tone that had filled Everett's voice earlier was almost completely gone. If she played this carefully she would have him back under her thumb before the weekend was through.

Her chest clenched and for a moment she almost couldn't draw a breath. Damn it, suck it up! There is only one way this goes. You're going to save yourself and destroy this little shit. No one fucks with Samantha Noelle and gets away with it. She clenched her fists, fighting back the sting of tears. What did you think? That Everett will want to keep you? That you'll be his little pet? Happily ever after?

The world doesn't work like that, Sammy. The nickname dripped with icy scorn. You can't rely on anyone but yourself.

She looked up at Everett, letting a small smile grace her lips. Turning, she walked back into her walk-in closet, to a large locked armoire nestled in the farthest corner. She pulled open the armoire doors to reveal its contents. On hooks along the back hung several coils of rope in different lengths and thickness, several sets of leather cuffs and hogtie straps. Drawers along the right hand side contained a small collection of vibrators, clit and nipple stimulators and a large Magic Wand.

"All the toys I have are here… Sir," she murmured with a small smile.
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Everett had to admit, this place was way WAY over his league. Like... to the extreme over his league. The problem was, it didn't intimidate him being in this place. It pissed him off. Everett had to bite his tongue as he thought about how little he was paid and what kind of a dump he had to find in order to him to keep his bills down enough. He knew that he paid by FoxNews themselves, but she dictated what that salary would be with her evals.

He thought of his little dumpy 2 bedroom apartment with 6 locks on the front door, a bathroom with a faucet that didn't work, and with about 2 minutes of hot water in the shower. He had searched for months when he first came into the area to find something he could afford on the budget he had to work with. To make matters worse, she kept him on such an erratic schedule with NO overtime pay because he was salaried, that he couldn't pick up a second job just to cover the expenses.

All the while, his boss sat in baths filled with champagne and his entire years salary just on keeping flowers in this manor she called home. He loved certain parts of this place, the parts that felt like Sammy, but hated everything about this place, particularly the rubbing it in of the difference in her standard of living and his own.

He said nothing for a long time as he began to pull items of the bags and laid them on the bed one next to the other. He felt more anger as he realized he had paid for these things, spent a few hundred bucks on things which he should have spent the money on buying food or something. He should have made her pay for these things! What the fuck was he thinking?!?!

He laid out the arm sleeve first, then the two hoods, the four cuffs, the six locks, the wifi panties, the nipple clamps, the ring gag, the penis gag, the posture collar, the riding crop, and the SLUT paddle all next to each other letting her gaze on the things that he was going to use on her. 'Calm down man. Calm down. You did, after all, force her to let you in here?' he thought to himself as she looked down at the items and stared at them intently.

She had a wicked grin appear on her face and he noted that her smile only reached her lips and not her eyes. The Ice Queen was out again. Why not though? This was her nest, her domicile that he was invading wasn't he? This was her safe haven so why wouldn't she come out to play. He wondered if she was sensing his apprehension and misreading it as something other than anger?

Everett then turned, not meeting her gaze, and walked into her closet to the wardrobe where he looked at the items she had inside it. The various ropes, the dildos and vibrators, the hogtie devices and what not were all of the highest quality. A thought just occurred to him... and a smile grew on his face... a dark smile from a dark corner of his mind.

He turned and walked out of the closet to find her standing by the bed, staring at him. The smile faded just a little as he said, "Why don't you self bondage here? There is no body that could catch you except maybe the staff."

The Ice Queen's expression grew carefully neutral. He was definitely on to something. His grin grew and said, "Being tied up in the safety of your own home isn't enough. I thought how foolish it was to tie yourself up in the office but... that is where the excitement is... isn't it? It's not being bound up tightly that turns you on... is knowing you could get caught. Knowing... the danger."

He watched her face grow flush and he walked up behind her and whispered into her ear, "The restraints... are just the means... but the end is the risk of being caught. It makes sense now. You being so high profile and all and knowing how much was at risk. It makes so much more sense to do those things here... apparently since you have a safe number that you cal..."

Everett's expression changed again and then he said, "You didn't mean to call me at all. I was so caught up in the ... moment, that I never occurred to me that you had meant to call someone else? Someone... who knows your little secret." He grinned wide and said, "You thrive on humiliation, not the restraint alone. What is this safety net's name Sammy?"

He stared into her eyes, unblinking and cold. He could see there was some kind of battle going on in her head as she started to speak then bite her lip... then start to speak again and stop. He grabbed her by the neck hard, then he pulled her to him and said, "Who is your friend you meant to call?"

"E... Evie..." He heard her say and actually saw fear in her eyes. He let her neck go and wondered if it was the Ice Queen who was afraid or Sammy?

"Get out of that dress and bra and turn around... Now... my little pet Sammy. Get out of that dress now." Everett stared at her, a ball of anger and demand. He walked to the bed and picked up the arm sleeve and stared at her as she argued with herself again.
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Samantha's heart raced wildly, her mind skittering in near panic. Everett knew. He couldn't know. Backpedal. Now. Salvage this before it's too late. "Humiliation? Hardly." She forced a small chuckle, as though the idea were too ridiculous to consider.

"But risk? Oh yes. Doesn't a little risk make everything more intense?" She concentrated on keeping her smile soft, let her tongue dart out to lick her lips, as though she had not intended to share so much. She felt sure the truth of that would be easy to read. After all it was the truth. Risk did heighten the anticipation, the pleasure.

She just needed to keep his focus there. On the risk.

The rest was her dark, dirty little secret. No one was allowed in on that secret. Not even Evie. Samantha barely acknowledged it herself… pushed it to the deepest, darkest core of her being, that craving that Everett had unknowingly stumbled upon last night in her office. The memory alone of last night's humiliation had been enough to keep her arousal on a slow burn ever since.

Time to bury it again. Encase it in the thick wall of ice that she used to hide it away.

"Get out of that dress and bra and turn around... Now... my little pet Sammy. Get out of that dress now."

The dark commanding tone was back. Samantha could feel the anger, the determination. She inched back, a flash of Everett's face as he promised punishment back at the mall. Was that what he was planning? Was it time to face the private punishment?

Her eyes dropped to the paddle on the bed. A spanking she could handle, even enjoy. Though she knew better than to let him know that. Let him think a spanking was actually punishment.

And make sure he had too much fun to remember the promise of a public punishment.

Samantha's pussy throbbed and she clutched her dress in her fists, hiding her reaction in the fabric as she pulled it over her head. A jagged crack exploded down the center of her ice wall, exposing her core and she hastened to patch it up again, pushing the potential humiliation from her mind.

Focus, damn it. Focus on getting through this. Focus on Everett. Risk only. Not hu—nothing else.

She laid the dress onto the bed, lowering her eyes, hoping the flush she could feel burning her cheeks would be taken for shy embarrassment. Though there was an element of that, she knew it was arousal more than anything else.

She arched her breasts up, reached slowly behind her back to unclasp the bra, then shimmied the straps down her arms, jiggling her tits just a little more than was necessary. She dropped the bra onto the bed with the dress and crossed her arms in front of herself, cupping and lifting as much as hiding her nipples. As though Everett hadn't already seen them, played with them, tortured them.

She could feel his eyes boring into her, studying her… could feel the control, the banked anger in that hard gaze. Her knees trembled fainting, wanting to buckle and she fought desperately to remain upright, to strap icy steel to her spine and keep herself standing.

Deep behind that wall of ice, the little pet inside her wailed, scrabbling against the frozen barrier, wanting desperately to throw herself at Everett's feet, to wrap herself around him and feel his arms close around her, warming her, gentling her, as he had so many times today.

Samantha stood still, a flash of white gauze on her back caught her eye in her vanity mirror, but she looked away, determined to ignore the image. She turned to look at Everett, dropping her gaze to the leather sleeve her was holding. Her eyes flew up to his and she swallowed sharply at the dark grin growing across his face.
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As Everett watched Samantha 'Fucking' Noelle strip from her clothes, an idea crept into his head on how to punish her. Oh she wouldn't see this one coming. He watched her strip, loving the look of her body. He couldn't wait till he broke this part of her into unfix-able pieces. She stood there though, not turning around so he said again in his dark menacing tone, "I said... turn the fuck around."

He wanted to claim a victory as he watched her take a step back right one of the four canopy poles of her bed, which held up the supports of the canopy. He took her shoulder and forced her to turn around. He saw the white patch on her back being one of the few things she had left on her body, other than her nude thigh highs and heels. God she looked like an angellic little slut for him!!!

He positioned her arms behind her back and slid them into the leather arm sleeve, before sliding the supports up over her shoulders and securing it in place with the buckle that rested on her breast bone. He further cinched the sleeve so it was snug in place. By the time he was finished, her arms were useless to her.

He leaned in and whispered, "Before I put this hood on you, would you want something to drink?"

He caught her eye shift to him and then nod slowly. He took the collar from the bed, slid it around her neck and secured it with the masterlock. Using a small length of rope, he hooped one of the collar hoops and strung it loosely to the canopy railing just above her, locking it into a knot as well. He then said, "Don't go no where now."

He left her in the room for a few minutes as he made his way to the kitchen. He found some bottles of cold water in the refrigerator and grabbed up three bottles. He returned and set two bottles down before watching her intently in this position she was in. She was hooked by the collar to the bed and unable to do a thing but wait. It was so fucking worth it!

He popped the lid off the bottled water and said, "Here, drink up. You may be in the hood for a while." He guided the water to her lips and let her drink. After a half a bottle, he said, "Careful now... you'll give yourself a tummy ache. He set the water aside.

He walked around her to the bed and picked up the hood and walked back to face her. Everett reached to her hair, pulling it into a thin bundle, then ran it through a hole in the top of the hood, before he slid the mask over her face and head. He left all the eye holes and mouth holes. He glanced at her and said, "Oh you see yourself... " he picked up the water and gave her another sip.

He set it down and headed to her 'shoe room and looked about for the tallest heels that she had and found none of them were as tall as the ones she wore so he returned empty handed. Everett picked up the ankle cuffs and knelt before her, locking them on her delicate ankles with the masterlocks. He took a small hobbler chain of about 12 inches and locked them onto her ankle cuffs, preventing her from taking more than a 12" step everywhere she went.

Everett looked up at her as she watched what he was doing to her between her full round breasts. He could see that she was at war with what was happening to her. He slowly stood up and reached to the blindfold of the hood and slid it over her eyes pitching her into complete and utter darkness.

He leaned into her ear and whispered, "Finish the bottle slut." he gently poured the remaining 1/4 of the bottle of water into her lips as she drank as she was supposed to. He then whispered, "No more water for you, but this will help keep your mouth busy."

Everett picked up the cock gag and slid it into her mouth ensuring all four inches went inside. He strapped it tightly to her head. When that was done, he picked up the nipple clamps... licked each nipple and gently locked them into place nice and firmly, giving each a pull to make sure they didn't come off.

He reached up and untied her from the canopy railing and pulled the collar. He then took a longer length of rope, doubled it, then hooped it around her waist once, then ran it between the back of her ass cheeks, right on top of her clit, then up between the nipple chain and breast bone and let the rest fall gently over the nipple chain.

He picked up his camera and snapped more pictures of this glorious site! He smiled because he also saw her knees clamp slightly. Could it be happening so fast?

Everett took the extra length of rope, coiled it in his hand, leaned into her ear and said, "Humiliation is what does it for you. How about we let your neighbors get a chance to see you... Perhaps a walk on the balcony?"

Oh that got reaction as she pulled back from him, only to find the rope, which was secured onto her pulled on her nipple clamps hard and rubbed the clit at the same time! He chuckled and said, "Definitely think it is time for a walk... pet."

Everett turned his back on her, then pulled on the rope, causing a yelp from the tugging it did. She took a step the length her hobbler would let her. Slowly, he pulled her closer and closer to the door to the balcony and wondered how long it would be before the real punishment began? How long before that extra water turned into something she needed to get rid of? How long before she had another urge she had to right and what would she do get that relief... he grinned as he opened the door and forced her into the cool night air!
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Samantha bit back a gasp as Everett growled at her, spinning her forcefully away from him. She felt the leather sleeve sliding up her arms and swallowed tightly, her eyes drifting closed. The scent of the leather filled her nostrils as the gentle tugging and clink of buckles eased the leather more snuggly around her arms, encasing them, immobilizing them, leaving her infinitely more helpless than she could ever manage on her own.

She panted softly, nerves and a frission of excitement buzzing through her. She licked her lips, mouth suddenly parched. The cracks in her ice wall were splitting, growing. A tiny niggling doubt over her ability to withstand Everett's games began to tease at the back of her mind but she ruthlessly pushed it aside.

"Before I put this hood on you, would you want something to drink?" Everett's warm breath teased her nape, ruffling the hair around her ear.

She licked her parched lips again, blinking at him a moment. Her mouth was so dry. Did he expect her to beg? Did he assume she would be embarrassed to accept a drink from him since she could not hold a bottle herself with her arms bound as they were? If so, he was sadly mistaken. She nodded slowly watching his reaction from under lowered lashes.

He didn't say a word, just wrapped the red posture collar that she had so admired around her throat and locked it in place before securing her to the bed frame with a length of rope tied between her collar and the canopy railing. Then he turned and left the room without a word.

Samantha stepped back, tugging lightly against the collar, testing, but it held strong. She twisted her arms a fraction, but they were secure, completely immobile. The nerves, twined with excitement, spiralled higher. Her soft panting breaths sped up.

Where was he? It didn't take that long to get to the kitchen and back… did it? Had he left her? Left her to be discovered by her housekeeper on Monday morning? She licked her lips. To be found naked and bound to her bed. Arousal spiked through her core, leaving her pussy slick and throbbing.

Then Everett was back, opening a bottle of water and lifting it to her lips. She whimpered her gratitude, as the cool water slid over her tongue, soothing her parched throat. Before she was ready to stop, he pulled the bottle away. He turned to pick up the hood from where it lay on the bed, carefully arranging her hair and working the hood over her face.

Samantha bit her lip, fighting to keep in the moan that pushed at her throat. She never would have believed how the hood felt. It did not immobilise or restrict her in any way and yet it somehow made the bondage she was already in so much more intense.

She was barely aware of the bottle tipping to pour more sweet water into her mouth, but she swallowed automatically, taking it all in until Everett moved away again.

Her eyes locked onto the mirror, to the woman standing bound to her bed, in sleeve and hood, unable to look away. So helpless. So exposed.

Everett appeared in the reflection. Leather slid snug around her ankles, locked in place. She shifted, her ankles tugged closer together as he secured a short chain between the cuffs.

He stood slowly, reaching up toward the hood.

Samantha shook, the collar preventing her from turning her head away. She started to step back but the hobbler chain limited her movement. Her eyes locked onto Everett's, but the blindfold slid down cutting her off completely.

"Finish the bottle slut." Everett's command whispered to her, and she opened her mouth, obediently finishing the water.

"No more water for you, but this will help keep your mouth busy."

Samantha strained to hear what Everett was doing. Something nudged at her lips and she felt a thick rubber cock push deep into her mouth. She pushed against it with her tongue, but it was buckled tight, almost gagging her as she panted for breath.

Everett moved away again and Samantha stilled, desperate to track his movements.

Without warning, a rough tongue licked at her nipple, and she jumped, shuddering moan turning into a sharp cry as a clamp bit down hard on the same puckered nub. Even expecting it, the same treatment to her other nipple caught her offguard.

She shifted, pressing her thighs together, her clit throbbing in time with her aching nipples.

Everett stood close, without touching her, then Samantha felt a tug on her collar. She hesitated, and felt a loop of rope placed around her waist, twist between her legs like some kind of rope thong rubbing hard against her pulsing clit before pulling up her belly. She felt a small tug on her nipples and Everett moved away again.

She listened carefully, but did not hear him leave the room. Was he just watching her? Was that the click of his camera? He was taking more pictures? She panted, need thrumming through her clit, each tiny shift of her body twisting the rope against it.

Slowly, Samantha became aware of a new sensation pressing on her, and she realised she hadn't had a chance to pee since before she left to meet Everett this morning. And since then she'd had her own espresso, the last of his latte, water at the tattoo parlour and at lunch, and another bottle of water just now. She shifted again, pressing her knees together. She was going to need a bathroom break the second he released her.

"Humiliation is what does it for you. How about we let your neighbors get a chance to see you... Perhaps a walk on the balcony?"

Samantha whimpered, pulling back, but a sharp tug on rope and her nipple clamps halted the movement. Outside? Like this? She couldn't possibly… His dark chuckle filled her ears.

"Definitely think it is time for a walk... pet."

Samantha yelped around the gag as another sharp tug dragged across her nipples and clit. She hesitantly stepped forward, blind and hobbled. She felt off balance, precarious. With her arms secured in the sleeve she had no way to catch herself if she fell.

She whimpered again, small steps following Everett's lead on the rope. The soft whoosh of cool night air billowed over her as he swung the balcony door open. She shivered, grateful for the blindfold that hid the world from her sight, and at the same time hating the blindfold for hiding it. How many neighbour were out there? How many eyes were watching her from the safety of their own buildings? How many people were pointing and staring at the woman encased in leather and rope, being led around her balcony like a dog? Did any of them know exactly whose balcony this was? Her pussy was throbbing in time with her heartbeat, the rope soaking up her juices.

The cool air prickled along her skin and she shuddered again, the need to empty her bladder intensifying. She whimpered louder, pressing her legs together. Gagged, bound and blindfolded, she had no effective way to communicate her need with Everett, and she was not going to be able to hold it much longer.

She braced herself for the pull on her nipples and stopped walking, pulling back from Everett. When the pull on the rope eased, she hoped that meant he had turned to look at her. She whined softly, clenching her thighs together, crossing her legs with a little bounce, desperate as any toddler who needs the potty, praying he understood what she needed before it was too late.
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Everett took the lead and led her onto the balcony, where he found a railing that he secured the lead too. He glanced about the night time skyline and didn't see anyone. It didn't matter, because with her masked up and him not, the only one at real risk was him. He pulled out his camera and snapped a few pictures again for his collection! It was a growing glorious collection of images.

He chuckled as she clamped her knees together tightly, starting to stamp about a bit. It was clear she need something. Oh the time for punishment was at hand. He reached to her nipple chain and pulled on it, bringing her one step closer to him and he slid the mask off her eyes so she could see what was going on. He backed up and took another three more pictures.

Her eyes looked desperate as she tried to make some kind of sound to him. He knew what she wanted and he was not going to grant it to her.. yet. He turned and noticed that there was a small drain in the middle of the balcony and realized it was for the overflow when the plants were watered, the excess water would safely be drained away. It was perfect.

Everett grinned and said, "You look like you have something you want to ask me." She nodded vigorously and he said, "Well, it can wait for now." She stamped her ankle hard in frustration.

He chuckled and took her lead again and guided her to the spa which sat next to the drain in the floor, then turned her so her bottom rested on the spa. He pressed gently into her lower abdomen which he suspected only added immense pressure to the need! She could see her eyeballs looked like their were turning yellow with pressure. He whispered, "In the changing room at the mall, you came without permission and I told you that you would receive private punishment for this. The time is at hand cunt."

He grabbed her hair that stuck out the top of the hood, pulled back on it till she realized he was forcing her to squat directly over the drain. Adjusting the lead to the hand rail of the spa, she wouldn't be able to stand up on her own either. He pulled his belt off his waist, then wrapped it around her left leg and thigh, securing it with the buckle, locking her into a squatting position in a second way. Next, he pulled the rope from between her lags and off her waist. He reached down and loosened the cock gag from her mouth and said, "I have a feeling you need to pee... pretty damn back."

He reached to her mask and lifted it up, exposing her face to him but not taking it completely off. He glanced about and found a wooden adrionback chair and walked it over and put it about 3 feet in front of her, then sat down, his camera in hand. He said, "Pee. You have my permission to pee... right here... right now."

The look in her eyes of shock ... was priceless and forever caught on his camera as he sat there, watched and waited. The beautiful thing was... he didn't find the act of urinating a turn on in any way... but the act of utter humiliation that grew on her face... made him want to fuck her senseless.

As she stared at him in shock, he said, "Oh... wait. One more thing..." he got up and turned the faucet to the spa on a slow steady stream of water which quickly went down the drain. He sat back down and said, "that should help..."
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Pure shock stole Samantha's voice, pushing the submissive arousal that had been teasing on the edge of her awareness aside completely. If she had not been so completely bound in position, so utterly helpless to leave, she would have done exactly that. She would have stood up, knocked the fucking smirk off his face and walked out, consequences be damned.

Maybe shoved that fucking camera up his ass while I was at it.

Or tossed it off the balcony.

Drowned Everett and his fucking camera in the fucking spa.

Am I a damned dog now? Make sure you take the little pet for a walk so she doesn't pee on the fucking carpet?

Samantha could feel the blush growing across her cheeks, even as the pressure in her bladder built.

As if I would give the little bastard the fucking satisfaction!

She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing back the tears threatening to overflow. Unwilling to look at Everett, but held nearly immobile by the posture collar, unable to turn away. The relentless trickling of water from the faucet behind her battered her ears and she clenched tightly, teeth gritting against the urge to release.

"Fine," she burst out. "You win. I'm begging. You've had your fun, we've played your little game." She drew in a breath, pressure almost beyond her ability to hold. "please… sir…" She could feel the heat in her face extending down her throat, knew that in the next few moments she would either spontaneously combust or piss herself. "please… let me go… I'm begging you… I can't hold it… please…"

She looked up, knowing that the desperation she was feeling would be obvious in her pleading gaze.

Everett didn't budge. He didn't speak, didn't shift an inch, just continued to hold up his phone, clearly recording her begging.

"no, please…" she whimpered, realisation dawning. "please don't do this… don't make me do this…" She twisted, struggling futilely against the sleeve, tugging against the rope on her collar, embarrassment and shame rising up to overwhelm her.

"please…" tears flooded down her cheeks, "no… no… noooooo!" The first tiny trickle released the floodgates and Samantha could no longer hold it in. Steam and the strong scent of urine teased the cool evening air as a long, golden stream arced, Samantha's sobs drowning out any other sound.
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There was a moment in the wait... a long moment in which Everett questioned his own actions. Was he going too far with her? Did he cross the line? What if this was literally too much for her to handle? The urge to leap up, release her and let her run to the restroom grew as intense in him as her urge for relief.

Yet, not a muscle moved on him... not a single finger. If anything, his cock teased a bulge in his pants as he watched her demeanor change from arrogant confidence, to wavering confidence, to fear, to desperation, and finally to ultimate surrender in the form of wailing tears. The process of the transitions from one phase into another intrigued his curiosity in an almost clinical way. If this is how she reacted with the simple need to go to the bathroom, then what else could create this kind of reaction? What if the next time, the shock of what happened was less intense? Would he need to do something even more shocking to her?

As his camera recorded, he barely noticed the sound of the urination, nor the acrid smell, as he focused on her face with such an intensity that nothing else really mattered. It was only after the stream had ended and her tear stained eyes finally turned towards him, with her muttering something about hate, did he finally snap out of his trance. What was that about hate?

He crinkled his nose at the smell that finally reached his brain and let his eyes shoot down to the drain. It was apparent that she was a good shot at least and it had all gone down it. He turned off the camera, cocked his head to one side and said, "You need to be cleaned up now."

Everett turned and walked back inside, leaving her absolutely helpless, fully exposed, and available for anyone to see. When he returned, he heard the sounds of a distant voice and glanced off a few blocks to another skyscraper garden and saw what appeared to be some kind of social gathering. Dozens of men and women in what looked like suits and sequin dresses laughed and clinked champagne glasses talking to themselves. They were so far off though, that it was difficult to see more than that. He grinned as more than one or two of them glanced in their direction. He waved at them and they in turn waved back.

Fortunately, the way his pet was squatted down, she was mostly blocked from view save the top of her head and the top knot of her hair. He turned his attention back to her as she stared shocked at the ground in front of her. She looked as if she had just suffered some great loss in her life when she took a whiz in front of him. He walked up to the spa and squatted next to her. He said, "Your punishment in private is over." He leaned in with the tissue, and wiped her vaginal lips thoroughly before tossing the tissue in a wastebasket by the spa. She barely even seemed to react.

A warning light raised in his mind though as he reached to her chin and forced her to turn her head to him. She kept her eyes down and he said, "Hey. Look at me."

When she failed to obey, he slapped her face lightly to shock her again and he said, "I said look at me." Her red swollen eyes turned towards him. She looked as if she was going to break again. He had a feeling he had gone too far with her. He needed to backpedal a little bit.

He removed the belt from her leg and took her lead, lifting her to her feet. He wanted to gloat to her. He wanted to point out that she had pissed herself outside less than 2 blocks from a high society elite dinner that she probably would have fit right in with. He bit his tongue as he said, "Come inside."

He watched her carefully as she shuffled back into the hallway and led her to the living room where he set her on the couch as comfortably as he could arrange her with the arm sleeve still in place. He reached up to her hood and slid it back over her head, leaving only her eyes and mouth exposed. He saw her eyes shift past him to something behind him. He turned his head and saw it was her reflection in the window. She just kept staring at herself in the window and he would have given his left nut to read her mind.

Everett leaned down, took her nipple chains in hand and finally he gave a tug which caused her to wince before saying, "Focus on me. Now. That's it. Talk to me. Let me hear what you are thinking." Her swollen red eyes slowly turned towards him and her mouth opened...
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Samantha was too lost in her confusing swirl of thoughts and emotions to notice that Everett had turned off the camera and walked away.

I fucking hate not being in control! Tears threatened again, but she gritted her teeth, fighting them back. He took it away so easily. How could he do that to me? And why do I suddenly sound like a damned 5 year old?

When was the last time anyone dared to even try to punish her for anything?

Samantha had a sudden clear memory of her grandfather spanking her bottom hard. Poppy. Tears glimmered again in her eyes as she remembered the sadness and disappointment in Poppy's face as he set her back on her feet afterward, the heat of his hand as he so gently lifted her chin to look into her tear-stained face.

"Do you have something to say, miss?" he asked her in his soft, gruff voice.

"I'm sorry, Poppy," she mumbled.

"And?"

"I won't do it no more."

"Good girl. Then we won't need to speak of this again." And then those big strong hands pulled her close, into a tight hug. "Now, who loves you?"

"You do, Poppy."

A soft kiss landed on the top of her head. "That's right. And who's my good girl?"

"I am!" And tears were replaced with tickles and giggles and raspberry kisses.

Samantha sighed, ignoring the tightness in her chest. That was a long time ago. Poppy's gone. Long gone. No one's cared enough about my behaviour to punish me since.

Everett did.

He didn't punish me because he cared. He only wants to control me… to destroy me. Why did that thought squeeze at her heart? Why did she care? Didn't she have every intention of turning the tables on him as soon as she could?

She didn't raise her eyes when she heard him return, not sure what she feared more… him seeing what was in her eyes, or her seeing what was in his.

"Your punishment in private is over."

Samantha felt the heat rise in her cheeks again as Everett gently wiped her clean and tossed the tissue away. She had not had to rely on anyone else for anything in more years that she could remember. Don't need anyone taking care of me.

No, you don't trust anyone to take care of you. That's not the same thing at all. And you do need him to do this for you, because your hands are otherwise occupied in case you've forgotten.

"Hey. Look at me."

Samantha kept her eyes locked on the floor.

"I said look at me."

She slowly raised her eyes, aching to feel Poppy's arms wrapping around her, hear his gruff voice telling her she was his good girl. Longing for the comfort that had always followed her punishment when she was a child.

But Everett only studied her a moment as he quietly freed her from her crouching position and led her inside, finally settling her onto a couch and sliding the hood back down over her face.

Samantha stared past him at her reflection in the dark glass of the window.

She might claim to hate not being in control but that woman, the one in the glass, she clearly loved it. That woman arched her back, not because the arm sleeve forced her into it, but because she knew it thrust her tits up, showing them off. That woman craved the smell of the leather, the snug pressure of it cocooning her flesh. That woman felt the heat of Everett's eyes on her like a caress, felt the heat curling in her core.

That woman wanted to be Everett's good girl.

A sharp tug on her nipple chain drew her attention away from her reflection. "Focus on me. Now. That's it. Talk to me. Let me hear what you are thinking."

Samantha lifted her eyes to meet his, tears threatening again. She opened her mouth to speak, and hesitated, closing it again. Part of her wanted to scream at him, to demand an end to the games. She wanted to tell him to take the damn pictures and show them to the world because she was fucking done!

Her eyes flicked to the woman reflected in the window for a moment, and then quickly back to Everett. "I… " she looked down at Everett's hands, "I'm s-sorry…" she couldn't remember the last time she'd apologised for anything, but choked out the words. "I'm… sorry… for c-cumming without permission… sir."
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Everett had to admit, her apologizing was not exactly what he had in mind when she spoke. He expected her to tell him to take those photos and shove them up his ass. He had figured she had crossed over to the point that she would not care if he exposed her to the world. He had expected her to scream and yell and make some kind of scene to alert others around to the events playing out in her own home.

He slowly turned back to look at the image in the window which was of her staring at him in an almost... dreamlike state. His heckles stood on end, but he wasn't sure if it was because she might be lulling him into a false sense of security or the Ice Queen really was falling away. He let his eyes turn back to her and another voice entered his head...

Nearly a year ago, when he had visited a local dungeon, he had found himself standing next to a Dominatrix who watched as her male slave was strapped to a St. Andrews cross by another Master at her permission, the had stickers planted all over his back. He had watched the scene with great interest and his eyes bulged when the Master planted the last 4 stickes, right on his bottom and then walked to a large black duffle and pulled out a single tail whip and began to snap the stickers off the slaveboy with it. He had felt increasingly uncomfortable at the scene and observiing Mistress recognized it and asked him if he was okay. As the whip ripped another sticker off, he had looked to her and said, "Why are you doing this to him? Do you want to break him?"

The Mistress had laughed playfully at him, touched his shoulder and whispered into his ear, "I never break my toys, nor do I let others break them. I am freeing my toy to enjoy the bliss of his pain... and then I will love him back into my arms." He hadn't understood what she had meant though until they had dragged him down from the cross, his back riddled with red streaks and droplets of blood and laid him on the ground. The Mistress of the slave then walked to him, laid down next to him, gave him water and some crackers and whispered how proud she was of him. He rememberd see that slave later that day and he swore the slave had been euphoric even with this marks on his back. She have loved him into her arms.

His eyes locked onto Sammy and he smiled, slide onto the couch next to her and whispered, "It was already forgiven pet. When you disobey, I forgive immediately, but I will always punish that disobedience. I don't even remember why you were punished in private now. All is forgiven love."

He wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her to him and said, "You are my good little girl now. You will always be my good little girl. He felt her head rest on his shoulders and she began cry again. He didn't fully understand it but he did feel that the Ice Queen was in full retreat at the moment. He let his fingers caress her back and hips.

Despite all this, he couldn't stop the bulge in his pants from pressing into her side. God he wanted her. He wanted all of her. Not just the body, but her mind and her heart too. He wanted it all. The doubt crept back in when he realized he was sitting on a $15,000 couch. He couldn't provide for her the way she would need. He simply couldn't.

The anger he felt for the pay situation sat in the back on a slow simmer. He didn't want to touch that at thsi moment. He finally lifted her head up, turning her to face him. He cupped his hand on her breast, massaging her aerola as his lips kissed hers, slowly, then ever more passionately! He let his tongue explore the inside of her mouth while she explored his!

His heart raced as he slid off the couch a moment, then laid her on the cushions as he quickly tore off his pants and boxers! With a moment of manipulation, he had wrapped her legs around his waist, the leg shackles resting on the small of his back as he leaned down and kissed her again! No matter what would happen, she couldn't stop him from having her right then with her arms pinned bahind her helpless and her legs forced to wrap around his waist!

His cock found her wet slit and pushed in only so deep as the head. He grinned as he stopped advancing. He felt her hips push down trying to force him deeper inside her and countered with backing up the distance of her advance, keeping his head perfectly locked inside her.

"Please ... please daddy... please...". He heard her whisper when her actions failed to draw him in. He reached up to her mask and slid it over her face, then reached to the cock gag and slid it into her mouth, strapping it in place too.

He leaned next to her ear and said, "This body is mine. I want it all! I want ever part of you. He felt her head turn and rest onto his, her body writhing under him in need. He said, "You... are... MINE...". He plunged all the way inside her and felt her scream out under the gag and mask!

He pulled from her and plunged in again, slowly at first, causing her to groan and grunt, breathing harder through her nose holes of the mask! He let his mouth move down to her breasts, licking, lapping, tugging on the aerolas and the chains. He took the chain by the teeth and pulled his head back... further and further, her nipples lifting into the air against their will! She moaned and cried out as he pounded her body with his rod!

The clips snapped off one at at time, first the right, then the left on! He tossed his head to the side and tossed the chains on the floor! She cried out in pain, only to cry out louder as he took her nipples in his teeth and bit on them, all the while his tool continued driving into her! Her felt her tunnel seize on his rod and she screamed in immense pleasure!

The beautiful thing about where he was at that moment, was he had already cum twice in her since the day started so his endurance was at the maximum. He wasn't going to cum for a long time to come. He pulsed inside her, grinding, piercing and wrenching orgasm after orgasm from her extremely sensitive and blind body!!!
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"You are my good little girl now. You will always be my good little girl."

The praise washed over Samantha as Everett sat beside her and pulled her close. She let her head drop onto his shoulder, silent tears soaking his shirt. This was what she'd ached for, what she needed deep in her core. Warmth. Comfort. The firm control of someone who cared enough about her to check her behaviour and correct it. Someone who would still forgive, and… love? Did he say… love?

The hard cock pressing into her side barely registered as Samantha's mind whirled in shock. Did he mean…? He couldn't possibly… She shifted position, immediately grateful for the leather sleeve binding her so tightly, removing any need for her to decide whether she wanted to pull him closer or push him away.

One lean hand curled around her breast as the other tilted her chin up. She could only stare, wide-eyed as Everett slowly leaned in closer, taking her lips in a slow, tender kiss. Heat and passion slowly built as the kiss became more demanding and Samantha began to return the kiss, avidly chasing his tongue with her own, sucking and nipping at his lips.

Pull him closer. She knew now, she wanted to pull him closer. She could only clench her fists inside the sleeve and moan into his kisses.

Then he pulled away, and she wanted to cry out, beg him not to go, but she bit back all but the tiniest whimper. He laid her down gently and stood back to quickly strip off his pants and boxers. Stepping inside the loop of her hobble-chain, Everett lifted her legs to his waist and leaned in to kiss her again.

Samantha felt his wide cock head tease at her passage and she moaned, writhing, bucking her hips as much as she was able, desperate for more, aching to feel his cock plow into her depths.

"Please ... please daddy... please..." She wrapped her legs tight, trying to pull him closer.

Everett reached up, slipping the blinders back over her eyes, cutting off her vision. She felt the cock gag pushed back into place and buckled tight. She whimpered, no longer able to beg with her words or her eyes, left only to clench her legs and lift her hips in a mute plea for more.

"This body is mine. I want it all! I want every part of you." The words were a gravelly whisper in her darkness. She was a nameless, faceless, living toy. A doll to be used for his pleasure. A body to be fucked. To be owned. "You... are... MINE..."

His thick rod slammed into her, stretching her wide, filling her deep and Samantha could only scream behind the gag as waves of pleasure washed over her all bound together by his cock pounding into her and his claim echoing in her ears.

She wanted to tear off the sleeve and wrap her arms around him, tangle her fingers through his hair and dig them into his back, drag him closer and closer. She wanted to beg and plead and scream his name.

She thrashed under him, the chains on her nipples pulling harder and harder, pain shooting from her tits down to her toes, twisting and blending with the bolts of pure pleasure tingling over the same nerve endings with every pounding thrust of his cock.

A bright flash of pain and one breast bounced free, followed quickly by the second. Samantha cried out around the gag, arching her back, writhing as Everett's lips and teeth locked onto her tormented nipples in turn, working them over as he continued to rock his hips, pounding into her, pushing her higher and higher, closer and closer to the crest of pleasure.

Samantha moaned, tossing her head, squeezing her legs around his waist, clenching her pussy walls, milking every thrust. She wanted to feel his climax, wanted to know that he was satisfied with her. She needed to show him that she wanted to be his good girl, his pet, his toy. His anything, as long as it was his.

Just his.

She tried to hold back her orgasm, to wait for him to cum with her. But the relentless pounding pushed her over the edge and back up again, over and over. She was blind, lost in the darkness, nothing but panting moans and grunted groans, nothing but the heady scent of heat and cum, nothing but questing fingers teasing nipples and clit and a hard cock endlessly, relentlessly fucking her pushing her over the cliff again and again until with a final, muffled scream, she surrendered to the darkness, slipping blissfully into unconsciousness.
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Everett felt a moment of panic fill him as his little pet suddenly fell limp after a muffled scream and a seizing of her body onto his cock so hard he feared she would snap him right off in her. The tension in her body let up and she was held up exclusively by him, his cock pierced into her like a granite shaft.

He reached up and pulled off the mask and popped the gag out of her mouth and could feel breathing. That was the first sign of relief as he was afraid she might have smothered in the hood somehow. He felt her breath shallow and hot on his neck as he checked her pulse and found it spiked high.

Everett slid out of her and laid her on the couch, on her side and unbuckled the sleeve from her arms, taking them out. He rolled her to her back, laid a pillow under her head and finally peeled the sweaty mask off her head, tossing it onto the table. He stood there and watched her for a long time then saw goose bumps on her entire body so he picked up a blanket out of the linen closet and laid it over her otherwise naked body.

He looked down at his cock and said, "Old boy, you have done me proud today. This is a first." He felt himself softening as he turned, slipped his briefs and pants on and headed to the kitchen.

After a little exploring, he found a skillet, some hamburger meat and onions, a few potatoes, and bags if fresh mixed vegetables. It had been a long time since he cooked a real meal and for some reason he had the hankering to do it. He peeked in frequently on Sammy as she turned onto her side and slept while he browned the meat and onions and drained the grease into a bowl.

He took the potatoes, peeled them, and boiled them up, before draining the water, mashing them by hand with some butter, salt and pepper. He walked back into the room and would her her bare ass sticking off the edge of the couch and chuckled before returning to the kitchen and mixing the meat with the mixed veggies, the pouring the mixture into a casserole dish and topping it with the mashed potatoes. Finally, he sprinkled a heavy dose of cheese on it before sliding it into the oven for 30 minutes. He grabbed a bottle of water and set it on the table next to her.

He returned to living room and checked on her again but chose not to wake her. He felt his own ego growing as he realized her had fucked her into oblivion and she was on her way back.

The scent of the casserole began to roll into the living room and when the timer went off, he noticed she was starting to come around. He got up once again and went to the kitchen and pulled out the casserole. He found a large plate and spooned out a large portion onto a plate and slid it next to one counter chair.

He heard her opening her water and taking a sip from it and walked into the room to find her seated and holding the drink. Her eyes shifted to him and he said, "I hope you are hungry. I made us dinner." He walked to her and offered his arm to her, trying to ignore for a time that she sat the completely naked, save that magnificant collar.
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An annoying buzz poked at Samantha's awareness, along with a tantalizing scent that prodded at her belly, bringing its hollowness to her attention as she drifted to wakefulness.

Lassitude flooded her and she stretched gently, mid-motion before the realization that she was no longer bound to prevent it hit her. She lay still a moment, taking stock. She was laying naked on the sitting room couch, a pillow under her head and a blanket tucked around her. The tightness in her shoulders reminded her sharply that until sometime very recently she had been restrained, bound and helpless.

She bit back a tiny moan at the thought, shifting her hips at the fresh jolts of electricity sparking through her. A new, deep ache brought a flash of memories, a thick cock pounding endlessly into her, orgasm after orgasm flooding over her as she was helpless to do anything but wrap her legs around the pistoning hips and enjoy the ride.

She had no memory of Everett finishing, releasing her, removing the hood or restraints, but obviously he had. Did she fall asleep on him? Oh god. Her cheeks burned. How pathetic was she? Granted she hadn't been sleeping well for quite a while, and her nerves after last night definitely didn't allow much rest, but to fall asleep in the middle of the best sex she'd ever had?

Admittedly, she felt better rested than she had in months. Years maybe.

Everett was better than any sleeping pill she'd ever tried. She smiled softly, stretching again. Maybe she just needed a nightly dose of…

Don't even go there! That's so not going to happen. Forget the fantasy and let's come back to reality now, shall we?

Samantha sat up, letting the blanket drift down. She drew a deep breath, her mouth suddenly parched. Where was this terror coming from that gripped her every time she thought about wanting Everett? Trusting him. Caring for him. Letting him care for her. And why was that the most terrifying of all?

She could hear him in the kitchen. Hear the oven opening and closing. Suddenly the mouth-watering aromas got stronger.

She blinked, drawing in a deep breath.

He'd cooked? For her?

Her hand drifted hesitantly up to her throat, fingers smoothing over the soft leather collar locked there. A sense of peace began to flower, the tiniest bud of feeling that all was right, was exactly as it should be in that moment.

She picked up the bottle of water he'd left on the table for her with a soft smile, twisting off the cap and taking several swallows to ease her parched throat.

"I hope you are hungry. I made us dinner."

Samantha looked up, watching Everett walk slowly towards her and extend his arm. She felt a gnawing in her belly and realised she was quite hungry.

"I am, Sir," she answered softly. "Thank you." She reached up, curling her fingers hesitantly around his arm as she stood to follow.

The delicious aroma grew stronger as he led her into the kitchen. Samantha saw a single place setting was laid out with one large plateful of food. She hesitated in the doorway.

Only yesterday she would have assumed that the meal was for her, and would have dismissed Everett without a thought. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the echo of her still fresh mark on her back and the kiss of leather still locked around her throat.

Today… right now… she wanted to be better than that inconsiderate bitch. She wanted to think of someone else first for a change. To focus on what someone else wanted, what he needed.

She squeezed her fingers around his arm and stepped into the kitchen, ready to follow Everett's lead.
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Everett felt a momentary hesitation in the doorway as he led her inside and glanced sideways to her before he led her in. He felt a certain sense of rightness about this whole thing with her, naked save for her collar and him dressed and protected. The vulnerability, the exposure, of this woman was positively intoxicating. He wanted this woman so badly it hurt, but ... there were always buts...

If she really wanted to, she could end this little thing he is doing with her right that second. She may pay a price for it, but it would be over. If he had demanded she murder someone or he could give away her little secrets, chanced are she would have told him to give up the secrets. The demand was too great for the price she would pay so it would have been easier to pay the debt than to do the task.

What he demanded of her was great, perhaps nearly bordering that of requesting she murder someone in some ways, but she did it anyways. She did it because this was who she was inside. The war between Ms. Noelle and Sammy had been taking place long before she had even hired him to work for her much less when he gained leverage over her last night.

As he reached the blanket, he pointed to the ground and said, "Nadu please." He watched her look at him a moment and then quietly... meekly... she dropped to her knees and assumed the position she was taught. He grinned and gave a nod and said, "That's good my pet."

Everett walked around the counter and poured up a couple of glasses of tea, then put the twist of lemon into her and a packet of sweetener into his own. He set them next to his plate, then he walked back to the chair and sat down facing her as she knelt, eye level with his flat stomach.

He said, "When I was a kid, one of my favorite dishes my grandma would make was something called Sheppard's Pie. This is usually made with ground up lamb meat, but I used regular hamburger instead." As he spoke, he spooned up a bite, blew on it once, and then offered it to her.

He watched her as she took the bite and chewed on it. The assistant had gotten hundreds of meals for her in the past and never did a single one of those meals include a casserole product. He wondered if she had ever had a casserole of any kind before? He watched her swallow the bite and look up at him and smile.

He said, "Looks like you might like it. It's my grandma's own personal recipe and something I memorized as a kid. Mom would make it for me as a kid too before..." he hesitated a moment and reached up and picked up her tea and offered the glass to her to drink. He took a drink of his own and then a bite for himself. He closed his eyes and for a moment got lost in the memories around the dish.

One of his earliest memories he had as a child was of this dish. His grandma would make it on the first day of the trip and would make so much of it that it usually took the majority of his week long visits with her to finish it. He felt a grin grow on his cheeks and a blush on his face when he looked at Sammy and saw her loving eyes looking up at him. There was absolutely NO Ms. Noelle in those eyes. This was the woman that he was in love with.

He blinked a couple of times and then scooped up another bite and said, "I have a lot of good memories about this dish." Everett fed her a bite and he said, "And Peach Cobbler. If you had had peaches in here, I would have made one of those too. Unfortunately, the only peach you had in the pantry was yogurt."

Everett saw her giggle and he said, "I have so many warm memories of my grandparents. My grandpa passed when I was younger, but my grandma not till I was an adult. She taught me a way of catfishing called... noodling if you believe it."

Her face shifted from joy to something less than that and was afraid he was hitting too close to home for her. He wanted to change the subject a bit and he said, "We would wade into the lake where big catfish were and when we found their holes where the catfish lived, you would thrust your hand inside, wait for them to bite your arm and pull them out."

He set his fork down and pulled up his sleeve and under the arm sleeve tattoo of an American flag and USMC printed on it, he had scars around his upper arm. He said, "Sometimes they would not let go very easy. When I would pull it out, she would hit it with a broom stick until it let go." he chuckled to himself as he let the sleeve of his shirt down. He offered her another bite and said, "I sure miss her."

He looked down at the fork and realized she hadn't bitten into yet and her face seemed distant. Everett set the fork back on the plate, then leaned down, gently caressed her cheek and said, "You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, but, I am here if you want to talk. You are not alone anymore."

Her eyes shifted to him and the most puzzling look on her face ever appeared.
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Samantha stared at the forkful of casserole, eyes unfocussed, unseeing.

He had cooked. For her. His grandmother's recipe.

Home cooking. Comfort food. Caring. Poppy.

All gone. Gone and never coming back.

"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, but, I am here if you want to talk. You are not alone anymore."

She blinked, looking up into Everett's eyes. "You don't have to say that," she whispered. Please don't say that. Don't lie to me. Don't make me believe you.

"Sammy?"

She pulled back, all the pain and loss and fear she'd denied herself welling up, bursting out in hoarse cry, "DON'T SAY THAT!!" Samantha scrambled away, and ran. Ran from the pain, ran from the promise of comfort and caring before Everett could take it all away again.

Phone.

She grabbed her purse on the way past, not daring to look back and ran for the second bedroom, scrambling past the racks of shoes, flinging open the closet and slamming the door behind her. The locks clanged into place and only then did Samantha collapse, sobbing, panting for breath, alone and safe in the small panic room.

She sat up, took a deep shuddering breath and another, digging into her purse for her phone and dialling with shaky hands.

"Hello?'

"Evie?"

"Sam?"

"I can't do this," she whispered, voice thick and shaking.

"Sam, what's wrong? Where are you? Talk to me! Samantha!"

"I'm… ok. I'm locked in the panic room. Alone. Safe."

"Sam! Did you call the police? Do you need help?"

"NO!" Samantha clutched at the phone. "I just… can't…"

"Is he still there, Sam? What's he doing?"

"Yes… no… I don't…" Samantha wrapped her arms around herself, hugging tight.

"Don't you have the cameras on?" Evie's voice gentled. "Turn them on, honey. Maybe he's run already."

Samantha hesitated, afraid. Afraid that he's gone? Or that he's still here? She had no answer, but switched the power to the surveillance system, a bank of video screens flickering to life. Everett sat where she had left him, running his hands through his hair, slapping one palm against his thigh.

"Is he still there? What's he doing?" Evie's voice jumped at her.

"He's here. He's upset."

"Angry? Raging? I'm calling the police!"

"No, don't!" Samantha watched the screens. "He looks… worried." He looked disappointed. Pained. "He's… he's cleaning the kitchen."

"Cleaning the kitchen?" Evie squawked.

"He made us dinner. He's putting it away."

"He made you dinner?" Samantha had heard that thoughtful tone in Evie's voice before. "I think you need to talk to him, Sam. I think you need to listen to what he has to say."

"Evie, I can't…"

"I know you, Samantha Noelle. You only fight yourself this hard when you're afraid of what you are feeling. Talk to him." The call ended.

Samantha wiped at her cheeks, dropping the phone into her purse. As it tipped to the side, the small memory stick he had given her tumbled out.

Reaching out a hesitant trembling hand, she picked up the stick, turning it over in her fingers for a few minutes before resolutely plugging it into the computer running the surveillance system.

She slowly scrolled through the photos, watched the videos. Images of herself, bound, covered in cum, in an obvious orgasmic stupor flashed past. Arousal built in her core. She waited for the cold anger, the haughty derision, the desire for revenge on the man who was using her, toying with her, fucking her, to override the arousal, but it didn't come.

She thought about today. About the things there were no pictures of… Everett holding her hand, cradling her in his arms. Gentle caresses and heated kisses. Comfort food and caring.

Even if she lost it all tomorrow, if he took it all away again, it would be worth it. He couldn't take her memories away. He couldn't take her mark. At least she would always have today.

If she hadn't just ruined it all. If he hadn't already gone. She closed the pictures, desperately going through the surveillance camera feeds, searching…

There he was, sitting on the bed on the other side of this locked door, elbows on his knees, head buried in his hands. Still here. Still here.

Samantha flicked off the power to the feeds and turned to unlock the panic room door, swinging it slowly open and stepping through.

"Everett?" she whispered, "Sir?"
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Seeing Samantha run away, he felt his own heart begin to race, panick filling his mind! Was the gig up? Where was she going?!?! He got up and walked back down the corridor and saw she her raced into the ... closet? he stepped up to it and found it was locked from the inside. He didn't try to mess with it as he realized what it was. It was a panick room.

"Well... that's an adequate name." He scoffed, turned away and looked at the items on the bed he had not used yet. He glanced back at the door and said, "Fine. You want to run. You want to hide. I will fucking destroy you if you bring a single cop into this... fuck you!" His heart didn't feel a bit of the words he softly spat from his lips.

He turned and headed to the door, making a bolt for it, put his hand on the doorknob and hesitated. He stared at the door for a long time. Shouldn't the building security guards have already beat down the door by now? He suspected they trained for this kind of thing... He heard a elevator door slide open and a ping from out in the hallway and closed his eyes. Here they come. He peeked out the peephole.

An older couple in their 60's stepped out of the elevator, her arm wrapped in his. He held a walking stick with a slight stoop in his structure and she wore a red dress and held a small sack of groceries with celery stiicking out the top of the bag. He watched as they stepped out, turned right and headed to the other door on the floor. He stole a peek at the elevator and it still had no one else coming out, nor was it racing back down. Glancing back at the older couple, he watched the man opened the door for his lady and even politely give a stately bow as she giggled, teasingly touched his shoulder, whispered something into his ear and stepped inside their home. His eyes went wide and he nodded playfully, then scurried in after her, his fingers reaching for her bottom as she giggled and pulled the door closed.

Everett sighed and waited, staring at the elevator panels and numbers. Nothing happened. It didn't move. Surely the police would have been there by now.

He turned and stared at the camera in the entryway with confusion, then turned and walked into the kitchen. Thoughts of that frisky elderly couple filled his mind as he walked to the sink, gathering up the dishes he had messed up earlier and started washing them down, carefully laying them in a drying rack off to the side as he finished them. He leaned under the sink, pulled out some cleaners and an extra rag and then wiped down the surfaces of the kitchen counters, before putting them away too.

The police still hadn't shown up yet. He was half convinced she hadn't called them. But... what about the autosensors? If the panick room is triggered, wouldn't it like auto connect to the police or building security? Still... nothing. He walked over to the living room and gathered up all the toys that he had used on her, including the sleeve, gag, and hood, then walked into the bedroom and slid them into the black bags they had picked up from the store.

Thoughts of that older couple filled his brain. They had looked so happy. He knew it was all temporary in time, one would pass and leave the other behind, but... during that time... for that time... they had each other and he wished to god he had Sammy. He went to her restroom and took care of his personal business as he wondered about the couple's history. If they were in their 60's then they were around during the 1970's and 1980's. He wondered what kind of experiences they shared together? Did they come from different lifestyles? Did her parents disapprove of him at first? Did she ever submit to him or him to her?

He hesitated as he felt a tear cross his eye. He had probably lost Sammy, the one he wanted and he didn't really understand it. That picture he had seen earlier seemed came to mind and he walked out of the bedroom and to her trophy room and glanced at it once again. It was hand drawn on plain wide-ruled notebook paper in crayon. The picture had been folded up so much the creases were seperating. The name 'Sammy' in the cornere drew him the most. What had she been like before Ms. Samantha 'fucking' Noelle came into the picture? What had happened... really happened to her to change her from the little girl that drew the picture into the woman she was today?

He turned to leave and noticed another picture frame which held four clippings from a newspaper. Obituaries. Things started to come together. Her Grandfather had passed when she was 9, her grandmother shortly after that. Her other grandfather and grandmother passed when she was 12. That had to be a lot to carry as a child going from 4 grandparents to none in 3 short years.

Another article on the wall caught her eye. It was an article about a small cesna plane crashing in '97. The occupents had been... her father and mother. No survivors. He stared at a picture placed just beneath it of her parents with Sammy as a little girl.

He stepped back, his legs brushing up on a table. His vision seemed blurry and reached up and wiped tears away from them. Her family hadn't been in her life for at least 20 years now. Her parents had died as best as he could guess when she was 15 or 16. No grandparents left. Did she had any uncles or aunts? Brothers or sisters? Did she actually have anyone?

He reached up and took down the two picture frames and held them in his hands with reverence as he turned and headed back to her room. That was why she reacted the way she did? She had been alone for so long... It could explain why she was the way she was too... keeping people away from her so she didn't have to experience that kind of loss again.

Everett set the picture frames with the articles on the dresser, propped up so there would be no way she could miss them. He sat down on the bed, dropped his head into his hands and fought the urge to cry. He had held leverage over her for only a day, yet, with what she had experienced in her life, she didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve what he was doing to her... no matter how badly he thought different just yesterday.

"Everett. Sir?"

Her voice broke through his pain for her that he shot his head up and stared at her, wiping away tears that had fallen for her. Her eyes were locked on the two picture frames on the dresser.

Everett waited as she stared at them for the longest time, then slowly shifted her eyes to him, tear filled. He simply said, "I... think I finally understand you now. I am sorry for the pain you have had to go through."
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Eyes locked onto the picture frames Everett had placed on the dresser, Samantha walked slowly into the room. She had kept those clippings framed on her wall as a constant reminder that no matter how much you loved them, no one stayed. You couldn't count on anyone but yourself.

Everyone who'd ever loved her. Everyone she had ever loved. They all left her. Left her lost and scared. Left her alone.

She'd spent two decades building walls against that pain. Burying the girl who lost the center of her world. Who lost her home, her anchor, her soft place to fall. Twenty years spent telling herself that she was happy alone. That she didn't need anyone else. That she didn't need the family she'd lost.

Tears filled her eyes. What would Poppy say?

He'd tell her she was letting fear rule her life. That's no way to live, Sammy-girl. She could almost hear Poppy's gruff voice washing over her. Life is precious. Love is precious. And you, Sammy-girl, are wasting both.

He'd tell her she'd spent far too much time dwelling on their loss, and not nearly enough remembering the time they had together.

He'd tell her he was disappointed in her. Fresh tears flooded her eyes, her chest tightening. You didn't die, Sammy-girl, we did. It's time you faced your fear and start living again.

She shifted her eyes to Everett.

"I... think I finally understand you now. I am sorry for the pain you have had to go through."

She drew in a deep breath and took the last few steps separating them, dropping to her knees at his feet, her eyes locked on his hands.

"I d-don't want anything to happen to you b-because of m-…" Everyone I love dies! She swallowed against the fear squeezing her throat, "but please don't leave me yet… please… just a little bit longer and then I'll let you go." You'll be safe and I'll have my memories. "please…"
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For several long moment, he simply stared at her, his mind a whirl with thoughts and feelings he didn't know he had! He turned his head slowly to the framed articles and photos, before saying, "Is that what you really think? You were going to say because of me... weren't you? You think those people in those photos died somehow because of you? That's it ... isn't it?"

Her executive assistant said, "Can you be so arrogant and self centered that you actually think death gives a flying fig about you?"

The dominoes were falling now... all at once. He said, "That's why you act like you do? You don't push your coworkers away because you are a condescending bitch. You push them away because you think if they get too close, they will die. That's it... You see yourself as some kind of self sacrificing hero forced to spend the rest of their days alone? Like in that book you have on the nightstand over there... don't you?"

Everett spun back and faced her and said, "I got news for you sweetheart, we are all going to die. Each of us owes a death the moment we are born! Your family was destined to die and it had NOTHING what so ever to do with you."

His mind spun as more of the pieces fell in place. He felt any anger that was starting to build fade to pity as he said, "You really believed that as a kid too. God... the pressure you must have endured trying to live alone to keep everyone around you safe. You must have been so fucking lonely! My heart hurts to think that about you."

He could see her getting more and more upset and said nothing. She needed to hear this. It was when she starting to pull away and try to stand up, the he finally said, "What are you doing? I didn't tell you to move slave. Last I remember, even while hiding in that little panic room, you wore my mark and my collar. That still makes you mine. That means you do what I tell you to do and you will remain on your knees... slave. That is... unless something inside you has changed since you entered that room."

He saw the struggle in her eyes but finally, she knelt back to her knees as he ordered her. She was learning to control Ms. Noelle. He reached to her chin and made her look up at him. He said, "I am relieved that nothing has changed slave. Now, here is another piece of news that you are going to have to deal with. Three pieces actually. The first is I am going to die... one day... hopefully naked in bed with a beautiful naked woman in my arms." He let his eyes wander down her naked body a moment and to his relief saw her smile the smallest bit.

He said, "Two. It doesn't matter about death. We will all pay the toll one day. What matters is how you live till you die. I refuse to live in fear of death. I expect you to do the same starting today and that is NOT a request."

He let his hands move to either side of her face and said, "Three, if you think you have the privilege of pushing me away, you forget yourself. I am not going anywhere... not for a good LONG time."


Everett looked down at her and said, "I am your Master. I am your Daddy. I am your Owner. I want to be more than that someday." He saw her eyes look to him as he wiped away her tears. He said, "When I said that you are mine... I mean every fucking word of it. Until death do us part, you are MINE, like it or not."
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"You push them away because you think if they get too close, they will die. That's it... You see yourself as some kind of self sacrificing hero forced to spend the rest of their days alone?"

Samantha shook. That wasn't what she was doing… was it? She was protecting herself from the pain. Choosing not to allow herself to rely on anyone else. Yes, but… She wasn't… She didn't…

She didn't really believe that god or the fate or the universe or whatever was somehow bent on making sure that Samantha Noelle stayed alone and destroying anyone who got in the way of that… did she?

She was not that arrogant.

Aren't you?

No!

You were a child when Poppy died. Nanna told you he never wanted to leave. That he loved you more than anything. Samantha felt the pain of that loss fill her, expanding, growing. And if it wasn't his fault, then it was…

Mine. A child's logic. I decided then that it was mine.

And then you lost Nanna, too. And Grandpa Jack and Grandma Rose. And…

Mom and Dad.

Everett was speaking, but Samantha's attention was all in the past.

By the time of her parent's accident, she realised, that child's conviction had frozen deep in her core. Somehow she was to blame. She was not a good enough girl. She didn't deserve to have a family. She was unworthy of love.

Without even being conscious of it, she had decided then that if no one could love her, then she would not allow herself to care for anyone else. She pushed all her focus into being the best, the top of her chosen profession. To proving she was worthy.

And in the process kept herself as alone and unloved as that child had ever feared being.

Away. Need to run. Samantha began to pull back.

"What are you doing? I didn't tell you to move slave. Last I remember, even while hiding in that little panic room, you wore my mark and my collar. That still makes you mine. That means you do what I tell you to do and you will remain on your knees... slave. That is... unless something inside you has changed since you entered that room."

Her eyes flew to Everett's, trembling fingers lifting to the leather still locked around her neck. His? She panted, chest rising and falling in rapid gulps as she struggled for air, for oxygen. Not alone? But what if…?

No. No more childish arrogance, she reminded herself sharply. Time for trust.

Samantha eased back on her knees, settling into position.

Everett's fingers lifted her chin. "I am relieved that nothing has changed slave."

She bit back a wild giggle. Nothing had changed. And everything had.

"Now, here is another piece of news that you are going to have to deal with. Three pieces actually. The first is I am going to die... one day... hopefully naked in bed with a beautiful naked woman in my arms."

Samantha shied away from the thought of Everett dying, not ready to push her new resolve. Instead she focussed on the heat in his eyes as they roved over her naked body, so slow and intent. Almost a physical caress.

She straightened slightly, spreading her knees a tiny bit wider, lifting her chest a fraction higher, feeling suddenly more attractive, more desirable. She smiled slightly. Everett's eyes on her pushed away the past, filled the future with potential, with hope… made her feel almost… worthy of it.

"Two. It doesn't matter about death. We will all pay the toll one day. What matters is how you live till you die. I refuse to live in fear of death. I expect you to do the same starting today and that is NOT a request."

Living her life without fear. Setting aside the pain and convictions of the last two decades of her life. Opening up her heart and soul to the possibilities of more pain, perhaps, but also the possibility of pure happiness, of love. It would not be easy, but Samantha was no stranger to hard work. Years in the business had taught her that nothing worthwhile ever came easy, but she knew with this, the rewards would be worth it.

Everett cradled her face in his hands, his thumbs tenderly brushing her cheeks. She let her eyes drift closed with a smile. The possibility of Everett was worth anything.

"Three, if you think you have the privilege of pushing me away, you forget yourself. I am not going anywhere... not for a good LONG time."

Samantha nuzzled into his strong fingers, daring to hope for his words to be truth.

His eyes locked onto hers, focussed, intent. "I am your Master. I am your Daddy. I am your Owner. I want to be more than that someday."

She blinked rapidly, feeling his thumbs swiping at the tears trickling down her cheeks.

"When I said that you are mine... I mean every fucking word of it. Until death do us part, you are MINE, like it or not."

Samantha felt a wave of peace swell up, filling her. She made no attempt to mask her feelings, hoping instead that they radiated from her eyes, her wide smile as she kept her eyes locked onto his.

"I am your slave. I am your submissive. I am your pet." She turned and pressed a small kiss against each palm as he still cradled her face. "I am yours, Master," she dared to whisper, "and I like it."
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Everett missed that last little statement. He wanted to ask her again what she had said but he didn't want to ruin this moment. She said she was his now. The most powerful woman on TV living on Park Avernue in Manhatten knelt naked, collared, and marked with his tattoo was telling him she was his.

He knew she was risking her neck to have thsi relationship. It wasn't her career or even her reputation she risked even though it certainly was part of it. She risked her psyche. She was breaking from that mentality of being afraid all the time to trying to be happy and it was with him she was trying this with. Now he had to make sure her risk payed out big time.

He leaned down, taking her chin and pulling her gently towards him. She scooted on her knees until her breasts brushed against the side of the bed as he leaned down and kissed her. His let his lips explore hers, his tongue explore the inside of her mouth and played with her tongue as well.

"LUKE.... I Am your Father... F... fa... fa... father!" Darth Vader said, then the Star Wars theme began to blare from his pocket.

He felt her back away, looking at his hip. His face went brilliant red and he scrambled for his phone and picked it up, shutting the alarm off. He looked at her as she hid a smile and he said, "What can I say... umm... alarm. I know it is a bit nerdy but... Okay I like Star Wars. Even got my ticket to see Last Jedi. Don't judge me." He began to smile as she broke out laughing.

The executive assistant felt her pleasure and chuckled himself and was glad to it had been that tone, rather than sexy woman tone telling stud to wake up. He needed to change that ring tone when got a moment. He pulled himself to his feet after helping her scoot back a few paces and then leaned into her ear and said, "My dear. I hope you know that alarm doesn't bode well for you though." He kissed her ear as her laughter faded and he said, "It is time for your public punishment."

Everett found it most gratifying when the laughter faded completely and she looked up to him. He said, "Your not off the hook yet pet. Just because you have staked your claim with me, doesn't make it any easier. Nadu."

He waited for her as she struggled with what he had just commanded and when it fully processed and she took the instructed pose, he said, "I will be right back."

He walked into her shoe room and rummaged around for a few minutes, coming out with a different pair of black high heels, these with an ankle strap around them which looked conveniently like a leather ankle cuff. He sat them on the bed, the headed to her wardrobe and rummaged through her closet, sparing only a few moments to step into her panic room and glance about it some before closing the door to it and pulling out one of his favorite dresses he had seen her in, which was blue, reasonable cut, and just long enough to reach her knees. It was a very conservative dress in the long run. He came out and hung it on the canopy railing.

He walked to the dresser and opened the various drawers, glancing at her as she snuck peeks at what he was doing and he said, "Eyes down pet. You have put your faith in me. Trust I am doing what is best for you." He looked in one of the smaller drawers and pulled out a satiny bra, a roll of black thigh highs and a garter belt. He turned and laid them on the bed as well.

Finally, he walked to the adult toy store bag and rummaged through it, till he found the remote control panties and a 6 foot length of rope. He sat them on the bed as well.

Everett looked down at his slave who looked increasingly more concerned as he pulled items out and said, "This is your outfit for the night. I want you to wear a pair of your earrings as well that you purchased today. You may stand up now pet. This is the order you will dress. First, your thigh highs and garter belt, then your heels. Your panties will go on next. Please begin."
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