A Debt Paid

[RainingHeat]

She was breathing deeply, desperately trying to keep calm.

She heard him approach, but did not turn to look in his direction.

But, as she heard him halt, his footsteps going silent, it was the sound of the flogger rustling that caught her attention. She stiffened, her breath catching. She bit her lower lips, fighting the fear that suddenly gripped her.

"Move your arms out of the way, Beauty. You're not kneeling properly. Knees apart, remember."

She screamed when the flogger hit her. Her back already burned, ached, this only made it all the worse. And, she didn't have to count to know, it was 10 times. 10 FUCKING TIMES!!! She had fallen forward as he punished her, her screams having melted into a deep sobbing. When it finally ceased, she was panting. Jess sat back quickly tho as he came around the front of her, trembling. She parted her legs, and when he toed them apart a bit further using his foot, she complied. She dared not.

Then he came down to one knee in front of her.

"Beauty, you need to remember what is required of you. They are simple things for someone like you to remember. I know how smart you are, and you are more than capable of doing all of this. Just calm down, and focus on what you need to do."

She wished he would not hold her as he was. She found herself leaning into him, seeking his comfort. Her body shaking as she tried to fight back the tears that flowed. Why was he doing this? She was sooo confused, she could not wrap her mind around it quite yet.

Calm down..

He was right, she needed to calm down.

"Here, drink all of this. It has everything your body will need. After that, drink about a quarter to a third of the bottle of water."

She nodded, taking the bottle. Whatever that sludge was, it tasted awful. But she dared not refuse. Dared not even tell him how disgusting it tasted. The water, on the other hand, that tasted more than divine and she downed almost half actually. She did not even realize how thirsty she was until the water was given to her.

"Today, you will be learning a few things you will need to do on a regular basis, just like how you kneel. I am sure, Beauty, that you do have questions that you are almost dying to ask. Part of being polite is seeking permission to speak, and then when you have that permission, asking politely. Now, while you are having your breakfast, I will answer four questions. There may be questions you ask that I will refuse to answer, if that is the case, you may ask another in its place."

She listened to his words, her mind seeming to dissect each and every one. What stood out as important...
"seek permission to speak"
"I will answer four questions"

Jess struggled to keep her voice steady, to keep her fear at bay.

"May... " she paused.. "May I speak... Sir?"

She waited for his permission, which was given.

Jess did not speak right away. She thought about her questions. She was not about to blurt out meaningless questions. And she was trying to not let her fear show thru in what she would ask. She had so many questions running thru her mind.

Where was her father? What did he really want with her? What was he talking about when he said her father was no longer part of her life? How was this her home now? And punishment and rewards? She was not a dog to fetch a ball for a pat on the head. What the fuck was he talking about? What about her job, her friends, and Josh? Why HER?

"Why.... have you done this?" was her first voiced question

"Why me? I never did anything to you. I was nothing but polite to you, always"

"Can I please, please talk to my father?"

"I don't .... understand what you want from me... please... I just want to go home.. please"

 

[marauder13]

As always, Beauty remained obedient immediately after a punishment. He could tell she was confused by the way he held her and comforted her after he struck her, but that would soon change. Once her training commenced, she would see more signs of appreciation from him, as well as comfort when it was called for.

All she saw was someone terrible and horrible. She didn't see the man who loved her and cared for her deeply. She needed what he was doing to her. In time, she would see it and thank him for it. But it was too early.

She had her breakfast, but she didn't like the taste. Darren didn't care, for that was her entire menu for the foreseeable future. She half emptied the bottle of water, washing away the taste most probably. But then she listened, intently. She took in every word, dissecting each sentence carefully to make sure that her understanding was correct.

"May... May I speak... Sir?"

Darren nodded. He waited patiently as Jess sorted through her list to find those questions that were most important to her to ask him. He wasn't goinf to rush her.

"Why.... have you done this?

"Why me? I never did anything to you. I was nothing but polite to you, always

"Can I please, please talk to my father?

"I don't .... understand what you want from me... please... I just want to go home.. please"

"You have asked three questions which I will answer in the order you asked them.

"'Why.... have I done this?' I have done this because I am able to do it, and for me to achieve the goal I was after, this was my only viable choice. This leads into your next question.

"'Why you?' Because since you were about sixteen years old, you have captivated me. I have wanted you as a partner, and I have tried, ever so politely, to win you over. I was willing to up the ante until you found yourself a beau. At that time, I had to take a different approach.

"You see, I saw in you something that most other people have failed to see. You are a submissive at heart. You need someone to take control over you to bring you the fullest sense of fulfillment. You're a nurse. A very respectable career. It requires intelligence, willpower, courage, stamina, compassion, just to name a few strengths. But you're an emergency nurse. So, you have put yourself in an environment where you are called on to respond to orders from doctors and other superiors immediately, without question. Where your actions are dictated by others. And what of your times with Josh? I gather you like it best when he is rather commanding, takes the lead and directs you. I'm sure that he respects whatever limits you've placed, but within those, you melt when he does do that.

"But is it enough for you? Don't you wish he'd do that little more? Go that little harder, or little rougher? Ever found yourself on the verge of asking him for something that scared you and excited you at the same time?

"'Can you please, please talk to your father?' No. Even if I allowed it, he wouldn't talk to you. Like myself, he is a man of his word. Oh yes, Beauty, he knows what has happened to you. If he is clever, he has already explained your disappearance as a sudden need to get away for personal time. After going through all the trouble of saving his business, and his employees and several other businesses and their employees, he wouldn't want it to all fall apart by being found guilty of selling you into slavery, would he?"

Darren got up onto one knee in front of Jess, outside the circle. "You have one more question you may ask before your training session starts. If you behave well, I may reward you with the ability to ask more questions. We will see. But you only have a few minutes to ask."

 

[RainingHeat]

"'Why you?' Because since you were about sixteen years old, you have captivated me. I have wanted you as a partner, and I have tried, ever so politely, to win you over. I was willing to up the ante until you found yourself a beau. At that time, I had to take a different approach.

You see, I saw in you something that most other people have failed to see. You are a submissive at heart. You need someone to take control over you to bring you the fullest sense of fulfillment. You're a nurse. A very respectable career. It requires intelligence, willpower, courage, stamina, compassion, just to name a few strengths. But you're an emergency nurse. So, you have put yourself in an environment where you are called on to respond to orders from doctors and other superiors immediately, without question. Where your actions are dictated by others. And what of your times with Josh? I gather you like it best when he is rather commanding, takes the lead and directs you. I'm sure that he respects whatever limits you've placed, but within those, you melt when he does do that.

But is it enough for you? Don't you wish he'd do that little more? Go that little harder, or little rougher? Ever found yourself on the verge of asking him for something that scared you and excited you at the same time?"

Jess could only stare back at him. His words scared the hell out of her. She had not equated what he had done to her so far, with anything that had crossed her mind when it came to how she felt, her job, Josh, or her......................... submissive tendencies.

Yes, she knew what being submissive was. No, she had not gone so far, in her thoughts and fantasies about it, to consider all the aspects. Kneeling, Punishment, Master, Slave, Helpless, Submit, Collar, Serving........ her only thoughts in reality were related to the fact that she very much did respond well when given a specific order, when she was not in control. Being an ER nurse had fed that "response" quite well. She did exactly what she was told, what she had been taught, and she did not vary, nor did she question. And Josh. How had he known about Josh? Sure, she remembered mentioning that she had just started dating someone back a year ago when he had asked her out, but she never mentioned a name. Yet she got the distinct feeling he knew all about Josh... and... what rocked her to her very core was, he was absolutely right about her feelings about Josh and the bedroom and taking control.

Her mind went back to her ER Nurse training. If she could use that same mentality to get thru this. Learn, and not question, then maybe, maybe she would find that moment when he was not there, not watching, she was not locked in a room, to get the hell out of here.

But it was his next statement that made her go completely cold.

"'Can you please, please talk to your father?' No. Even if I allowed it, he wouldn't talk to you. Like myself, he is a man of his word. Oh yes, Beauty, he knows what has happened to you. If he is clever, he has already explained your disappearance as a sudden need to get away for personal time. After going through all the trouble of saving his business, and his employees and several other businesses and their employees, he wouldn't want it to all fall apart by being found guilty of selling you into slavery, would he?"

Jess felt as if her heart stopped at that moment.

Her father...... KNEW...

He was not, at this moment, calling the police. He was not, at this moment, frantically wondering where she was. He was not, at this moment, calling her apartment and leaving messages, calling Josh or her best friend Amy to see if they knew where she was. He was not calling work to see if she were there. In fact, was he calling Josh, Amy, work and telling them this lie? That she had left to deal with some personal issues. That she was fine, to not worry, and oh, Josh, by the way, she never loved you?????

Any and all color drained from her face. This was a hard fact to face, and she suddenly thought she would just break down into tears. How.. how had her father done this to her??

"You have one more question you may ask before your training session starts. If you behave well, I may reward you with the ability to ask more questions. We will see. But you only have a few minutes to ask."

She barely heard him, but the words did finally get past the wall of emotion she was suddenly fighting.

"no" her voice came out as defeated. "I have no other questions.... Sir" Her mind was blank, still trying to deal with the fact that her father.. HER FATHER... had been a part of this. Her own Father.

Inside her, the despair at knowing that fact, now mingled with an anger, a rage, that he would DO this to HER, his only daughter.

Wait, she did have a question. She did.

"Wait, I'm sorry, I do have one more question. And I want the truth, please. Why, why would my father do this, sell me... sell......... me..... to you.... Sir?"

Did she want to know? Would it make a difference in the all consuming shock and sadness she felt, in the anger and rage that even now began to bubble under the surface?

 

[marauder13]

In business circles, Darren was known as 'The Beast'. Because he was an utter bastard when doing deals. He screwed people over left right and centre when given a chance. He was brutally honest, never lied, nor tried to sugar coat anything. Plus, he stuck to his word once the agreement was reached. He could have put the boot in many times, and really done more damage to the other party during or after the implementation of the agreement, but he never did. Neither was he sadistic about it. He got what he wanted with minimum of fuss and bother. If that option caused the other party less suffering than it being done another way, half their luck.

So, when Beauty asked, he answered to the best of his knowledge without undue embellishment. Just the same as with her training. He gave her instructions, and there were consequences. She did what she was told, she got the rewards. She failed, she got the consequences.

He felt a little saddened that she looked poleaxed by the answers she received. He was fairly certain that the one concerning her father was the one that hit her hardest. They were close, as father-daughter relationships went, but having this happen would have been totally unexpected for her. Darren knew she was going to be quite vulnerable, and he was going to start filling the two main missing male figures in her life; the father-authority figure, and the lover. Given that Beauty was a submissive at heart, that was going to be a simple blend to achieve.

"no. I have no other questions.... Sir"

Darren nodded at the dull, flat tone of voice that carried the words. He was not going to force her to ask a question, not when she felt crushed. He would instead get her mobile, focused on positions, drilling her until there was nothing else in her mind but the words and the associated ways to hold her body.

"Wait, I'm sorry, I do have one more question. And I want the truth, please. Why, why would my father do this, sell me... sell......... me..... to you.... Sir?"

Darren gave her a cold look that he held for a long time.

"Beauty, there is one thing you will know. I will not lie to you. There is nothing for me to gain from doing that. Just like there is nothing for you to gain from lying to me. Everything I have spoken to you, EVERYTHING, has been the truth. Do not every think to assume otherwise, lest you be punished.

"Why did your father sell you to me? He was restructuring his company, and it was a difficult and risky maneuver. But he planned it out quite well, but not well enough. He got into more trouble than he could handle. Before he could get himself out of that trouble, I bought out every single creditor of his, so he owed me, and me only.

"So, I gave him a choice, Beauty. I was going to call in all of his outstanding debts, thereby killing his company. Due to the nature of what he did, his employees would have lost everything entitled to them - they outstanding wages, leave, the lot. There are several firms that exist now that supply only his company, and they would go out of business too. Quite possibly a few other companies would go under or be in very dire straights for a long time too. Of course, your father would be ruined, and you would have been caught in the backlash too, given how you have some strong financial ties with your father's company that would have left you close to bankrupt.

"Or, he could give me you, and I would wipe out everything. His company would be saved, and actually come out ahead, in a stronger position than it would have been if he had to work it the hard way. Thousands of people's lives would go on unaffected.

"You father was rather concerned about your well being while you were with me. I told him that you would be cared for, that I would look after you properly as I have a great deal of affection towards you, and I would make sure that ultimately you would be happy.

"Like you, he can't see how that will ever happen, but I have proven multiple times that I stick to the spirit as well as the letter of the agreements I make."

Darren looked down at the floor for a moment, before looking back at Jess. "Beauty, you are hear because your father saw this as the lesser of two rather nasty evils. I put him on a spot that he wished he would never want to be. He had to ruin his own life, and maybe a thousand others, plus damage your own as well, to keep you free from me, or give you to me and not ruin all those other peoples lives knowing that while you will still be somewhat better off, you'd be somewhere that you wouldn't like. Well, not to start with."

Darren stood up, and took two steps back.

"But now, you are in a place where you will learn to embrace the submissive side of yourself. To make it a more integral part of yourself, and come to enjoy and flourish as a submissive under the hands of a Dominant who can nurture you, tutor you, guide you and love you as you become that person you are meant to be.

"You know what to do, Beauty, you've been doing it for a long time now with other people. Just do it with me, and all will go smoothly. Do you understand?"

 

[RainingHeat]

Jess listened carefully, intently, to every word he said. Every word.

"So, I gave him a choice, Beauty. I was going to call in all of his outstanding debts, thereby killing his company."

"Or, he could give me you, and I would wipe out everything. His company would be saved"

Jess felt a heated ball of anger begin to churn in her belly. She was nothing more than a pawn. A pawn in the twisted bargain of business. Her father, who she had loved and adored and admired, had simply sold her, SOLD HER, like a piece of furniture, like a new car, like she was nothing more than a possession to be passed from one person to another, to save his own skin, to save his reputation, to save himself and his Company. Jess did not see it the way, apparently both her father and Darren here did. Companies went under all the time. People loss their jobs. They managed. They survived. They would recover. At least they were still FREE. Not kneeling, naked, trembling, with their back still stinging from the strike of a leather flogger. At least they still could hold their loved ones. But, her father, had not thought of that. He had simply SOLD her to save his own ass, and the lives of strangers. Never mind what would happen to the life of his own daughter.

Then, then there was Darren, the man before her, who had so far, beaten her several times with that damned flogger. Who stated that he had desired her, and decided, because so many people with the money and means thought they could, that he would circumvent what SHE wanted, and the law for that matter, and blackmail her father into selling her to him. So in the end, he was perfectly willing to either watch a business go under, thereby causing many to suffer, or to enslave her, and Jess now knew that was what this was, and watch her suffer, as he forced his will upon her, taking away her life, her desires, her dreams.

And she, was the innocent, caught in the middle.

"But now, you are in a place where you will learn to embrace the submissive side of yourself. To make it a more integral part of yourself, and come to enjoy and flourish as a submissive under the hands of a Dominant who can nurture you, tutor you, guide you and love you as you become that person you are meant to be. You know what to do, Beauty, you've been doing it for a long time now with other people. Just do it with me, and all will go smoothly. Do you understand?"

Jess lifted her gaze to him. Her eyes were filled with pure hatred. Gone was the fear, at least for the moment. That did not mean she would not feel terror, fear, again. But now, she understood. She had just needed it explained to her, and he had done just that.

"I understand.... Sir... that I am nothing more than the pawn in this little game. And that both you and my father are fucking Bastards"

She said that, with the full knowledge that she would feel that flogger again, and this time, she did not care. Let him punish her. Because this time, she was determined to NOT scream, to not give him the satisfaction. Jess was PISSED OFF, and it showed in her eyes, on her face, and it certainly dripped from her lips when she spoke.

 

[marauder13]

Darren watched the subtle transformation take place as his final answer settled within Beauty's mind. Her eyes shifted slightly, the light growing brighter, fiercer. He could see her tensing as well. He had managed to ignite a great roaring fire of anger within her with his answer.

It was a reaction that he should have planned for, but it was an emotion easily dealt with if it ever arose. He slipped the flogger's loop back over his wrist as he stepped up to Beauty.

"I understand.... Sir... that I am nothing more than the pawn in this little game. And that both you and my father are fucking Bastards"

The same hand clamped around her throat just below the jaw, the flogger swinging and brushing her body between her breasts. Darren locked his jaw as his face took on a stern, unhappy expression and hauled her to her feet. His dark eyes glittered menacingly as he looked into hers.

"Why are you so angry, Beauty? That you think this is some little game? Or that you're just a lowly pawn? Hmmm?

"You are the highly coveted piece that I have worked years to get. I have admired you for the past six years, Beauty. I have tried, politely, courteously and in a very gentlemanly way to convince you to the benefits of linking your life with mine, for our mutual benefit. When you rejected those, and took up with someone who had all the Dominant qualities of a wet paper bag, then I made my move to make sure that I could save you from the suffering you'd go through.

"Did I exploit a well known weakness of your father's to get this? My word I did. But even then, I had my doubts that he would agree. If it makes you feel any better, he had less than five seconds remaining to make a choice before I called in the debts before he decided. Oddly enough, he thought your being with me would be better than the fallout of him being ruined and the knock on effects for you.

"Did I do this, knowing you wouldn't agree with it? Of course I did. You've knocked me back openly, and took up a relationship with another man who is not suitable for you. Now, had you managed to find a dominant partner, that would have been a different matter. I would have let the other dominant win fair and square.

"You are not some little innocent pawn in some game between callous businessmen. No, you are the prize sought by a cunning, somewhat ruthless businessman who is going to treasure you, refine you, love, adore and cherish you for many years to come. I am going to show you the joys of your true nature, Beauty, and help you find the magnificent person trapped within.

"All you have seen so far is the ugly side. Pain, terror, hurt and anger. That is because you are still fighting and not accepting that you are in a new environment with new rules. Stop fighting, accept the rules and you'll be surprised at how quickly the ugliness passes, and the prettier side appears."

Darren released his grip on her throat, easing her into a relaxed standing position. His other hand gently combed hair away from her face, his fingertips gently caressing her skin as he went.

"You are a beautiful woman. So full of potential. Yet, you have not embraced who you really are. No one has shown you what a real submissive is like. They are not simpering fools who simply obey someone else. They are courageous people who place immense amounts of trust in the hands of one other person, to allow that person to take them to the very edge of their personal boundaries, and push them that little further. They recognize they need to grow, and need someone to nurture that growth. As well as be pleased in ways that ordinary folk don't understand."

He caressed her face with his fingers, tracing her cheeks, jaw and chin while he looked at her face, absorbing all of the details. He had seen Albert's wife before she died, thinking of how lucky he had been to woo such a lovely looking woman. More than that, she was a wonderful person too. He felt Albert's pain on her passing. Darren also knew how hard is was for Albert to have made the choice he did. He knew Albert was in pain, loathing himself for making the wrong choice, But then, Albert would be going through that regardless of his choice.

"For what it's worth, Beauty, I am very fond of you. I hold a great deal of affection for you, possibly even love you. Yes, possibly love you. I do think that over time, there will be a love for you, but not at this very moment. You may be imprisoned here, but I will be taking excellent care of you, within reason.

"But, now you have a choice. You can choose to fight against what is happening, which will be painful, futile and prolong the inevitable. Or, you can choose to accept what is happening, gain from it, be rewarded for it and start reaping the benefits of it sooner. I do hope you choose the second, because I sincerely hate punishing you and causing you pain like that."

Darren stood before the raw submissive he had been wanting for the last six years. He had watched her grow into the striking woman that was standing before him, one that fueled many night time fantasies. Every thing he told her was the truth. He saw her need for a dominant, he wanted it to be him. He was on the border of loving her, and when she was getting serious with someone who had not a drop of Dominant personality in him, he took her for his own.

The past didn't matter any more. Beauty was now his, and she would grow into her potential, and they both would reap the rewards.

 

[RainingHeat]

"I understand.... Sir... that I am nothing more than the pawn in this little game. And that both you and my father are fucking Bastards"

Her breath hissed in when he claimed her throat, his large hand easily tightening, depriving her of the air she so needed to breathe. He did not take all her life giving air, but enough that she knew, he could, he would, that he was ultimately in control and it was a lesson she had best learn and learn fast.

"Why are you so angry, Beauty? That you think this is some little game? Or that you're just a lowly pawn? Hmmm?"

Of course that was exactly what she thought. But then again, what she thought, what she wanted, what she desired, what she dreamed, and perhaps even what she needed, no longer mattered, not to him, not to her father. It only mattered to her. It was then that she made the decision. She would do whatever she had to, to once more attain those goals. To be back in control of what SHE wanted, what SHE needed, what SHE desired, of her OWN thoughts, dreams, life. She would do whatever she had to. She would prove, to both Darren and her Father, that she was worth more than this. And... that she was stronger than this.

She listened intently as he spoke. Spoke about admiring her for the last years, spoke about how he approached her and she rebuffed him. He calling her a prize that he sought after, again Jess equated that with possession, he possessing her as he did now. His comments about Josh, and dominance. His observance of her being submissive, and wanting to nurture that within her.

"All you have seen so far is the ugly side. Pain, terror, hurt and anger. That is because you are still fighting and not accepting that you are in a new environment with new rules. Stop fighting, accept the rules and you'll be surprised at how quickly the ugliness passes, and the prettier side appears."

Pretty? Being enslaved, being punished, left naked, kneeling, scared, not allowed her own desires, thoughts, needs, anything. And there was a pretty side to this? And to be honest, Jess was not stupid. She fully expected to be raped. It was a thought that had come to her in the darkness that night prior, a thought she had not wanted to address, not wanted to process, not wanted to deal with. Her mind was dealing with too much as it was, rape, sex, and the fact that she was a virgin was not something she could even begin to deal with at this moment.

He had released his grasp of her throat, allowing her a deep breath again.

"You are a beautiful woman. So full of potential. Yet, you have not embraced who you really are. No one has shown you what a real submissive is like. They are not simpering fools who simply obey someone else. They are courageous people who place immense amounts of trust in the hands of one other person, to allow that person to take them to the very edge of their personal boundaries, and push them that little further."

To allow.... yet Jess was not being allowed anything. She had not chosen to be in this position. She had not chosen to trust him. She had not chosen to allow him to take her anywhere near any edge of any boundaries. She had not chosen any of this.

The only choice he had just given her was to either fight, or accept. Neither of which she wanted to do. Yet, those were her only choices.

"this... has nothing to do with submission" she whispered, still holding his gaze within her own. "nothing at all with submission, so don't feed me that line... this has everything to do with possession, and enslavement. You speak as if I was given a choice to submit. I ..was .. not given any such choice" .. she stopped there. She was going to have to learn to keep her mouth shut. This was not going to help her.

"I'm sorry" she apologized. She hated doing it, hated apologizing to him, but she did not want to feel that flogger again. Nor did she want to fear him strangling her to death right then and there, and Jess knew, she could push him to the point of breaking, she was more than sure of that, she had to stop, she had to stay quiet. Her only way out of this was to learn what he wanted, and have patience. She was going to have to learn to do alot of things that she HATED. She would cling to the thought of getting free. Of someday watching HIM suffer.

And she had to prepare for when he would rape her. That thought made her go cold. But she knew he would do it. There was no other reason he had gone to all this trouble, kidnapping, imprisoning her. If she could get thru that, she could get thru anything.

"I will do what you want... Sir"

This was by no means a submission by her. That was more than obvious. She was not even "defeated" yet. It was defiant. A challenge almost. That she would do what he wanted, but not because she was choosing to, not because she wanted to, but because all choice had been taken from her, and to survive, she would do what she had to.

 

[marauder13]

The fire still burned behind her eyes. It no longer flared, now it was burning low, controlled, tempered on hold until it was needed again. He was certain he would feel its heat again before they parted company.

"this... has nothing to do with submission. nothing at all with submission, so don't feed me that line... this has everything to do with possession, and enslavement. You speak as if I was given a choice to submit. I ..was .. not given any such choice ..

"I'm sorry"

Her soft words hit him hard, as if she shouted them. There was one word in particular that hit him hard, sparking his anger. He flipped the flogger into his grip, starting to move it back to strike her for her accusation, but he stopped himself. He wouldn't do that to her. That was a word that would flow off him like water off a duck's back.

"I will do what you want... Sir"

He stood a little straighter, catching the slight hint of iron in her voice in her last declaration.

"Will you? After how long, Beauty?" He took a step closer, looking as directly into her eyes as he could.

"Were you given a choice in coming here? No, you weren't. Was that fair on you? No, it wasn't. All things being fair and proper, this would have been a meeting of mutual consent, but it hasn't turned out that way.

"But have you been enslaved? Not on your fucking life, Beauty. If you had, I would have put a band of cold metal around your neck and chained you to a wall. You would have been raped multiple times by now. Any time I came to see you would have been to get sexual release using your body, then I would have departed afterward without a fucking care in the world for how you were. That, and you would have disappeared without a trace, even your father would be turning the world upside down looking for you rather than saying you've taking some time off for some soul searching.

"Plus, you're right in a way, I haven't given you a choice on whether or not you'll submit. If you chose a Dominant of your own, you would submit to them. Your choice would be in selecting who. If you didn't want to submit, then of course you wouldn't pick one.

"Your choice is one of submitting sooner or later. Life is like that at times, Beauty. We get given choices we don't like, but we have to choice one, or one gets chosen for us. So now you have just two choices, both of them you hate. You need to figure out which one you hate the least, or you can live with better."

His free hand reached out, caressing her face tenderly. "And why are you apologizing? For speaking the truth? Never apologize for speaking the truth to me, Beauty. That is one thing you will never be punished for doing.

"Now, you say you would do what I want. Somehow, I think you have that confused with you will do what I say. Then, I may be wrong, and you may do what I want. We shall see."

He took his hand away from her, and took the step back. He took a deep breath, and he became more stern, commanding and authoritative in his posture.

"Beauty, this first lesson will focus on two positions. Stand and Kneel. The standing position is your default position whenever upright and not in motion. The same applies to the kneeling position if you are told to go to the floor, ground or generally wait while not standing.

"The standing pose is with your feet shoulder width apart, your hands behind your back, crossed at the wrist, hands open, fingers together, thumb pressed to the side of the hand. Stand with your back straight, shoulders slightly back, facing forward and looking straight ahead. Do not follow nor track any movement within your line of sight, and do not react to any noises or any movements. If you are moved, you will correct your stance as soon as possible wherever you finish up standing, within the bounds of self preservation, and prior instructions.

"Right, Beauty, now just relax your pose. That's it. Good. Now... Stand." Darren walked around her, adjusting her pose with firm, gentle hands until it was right. "Good, remember that. Once again, relax your pose. Good. Now... Stand."

Darren repeated the process several times, even after Beauty got the pose correct. Whenever she did, he complimented her sincerely on her achievement, and allowed her a little longer rest before starting the next check of the pose. The continued for an hour when he called for a stop.

"Beauty, you did marvelously. Well done." His smile shone as he closed and gave her a warm hug and a tender kiss on the cheek. "See, you're a natural submissive in the hands of a reasonable Dominant. I'll grab you some water. Sit down and relax."

Darren was pleased at how well she was doing as he got her water, bring it over to her. He handed it to her, holding it well within range for her to pickup from him without standing nor moving. He gave her a nod and smile of reassurance while he sat down nearby. Even though she was naked, when he was close enough to talk to her, he rarely looked at her body, his focus mainly on her face. There would be time enough to gaze on her body later.

 

[RainingHeat]

"I will do what you want... Sir"

He stood a little straighter, catching the slight hint of iron in her voice in her last declaration.

"Will you? After how long, Beauty?" He took a step closer, looking as directly into her eyes as he could.

"Were you given a choice in coming here? No, you weren't. Was that fair on you? No, it wasn't. All things being fair and proper, this would have been a meeting of mutual consent, but it hasn't turned out that way. But have you been enslaved? Not on your fucking life, Beauty. If you had, I would have put a band of cold metal around your neck and chained you to a wall. You would have been raped multiple times by now. Any time I came to see you would have been to get sexual release using your body, then I would have departed afterward without a fucking care in the world for how you were. That, and you would have disappeared without a trace, even your father would be turning the world upside down looking for you rather than saying you've taking some time off for some soul searching."

It took all the strength she had to not recoil back from him as he spoke. To not outwardly tremble at his words. Did he really believe that what he was doing to her was not enslavement? What about when he did rape her? Then what was it? His words were cold, were cruel, and for a minute showed a darkness that he held inside. Had he had a slave before and done just that to her? Did he even have one now? But she managed to stay still as he spoke. It was a fight with her body, and with the fear that still churned, cold, chilling, inside her. But if she showed any more weakness, would she perhaps end up exactly as he just stated? People only had so much patience, and she was good at pushing buttons, pushing people. Even the Doctors at the ER, she was known to push them if she thought they may have missed something.

"Now, you say you would do what I want. Somehow, I think you have that confused with you will do what I say. Then, I may be wrong, and you may do what I want. We shall see."

She continued to stay silent, saying nothing to that, but she replayed what he said in her mind for a moment. Do what I want... Do what I say... Were they not the same thing? Why would he tell her to do something that he did not ... want... her to do?

She was obviously having these thoughts and this confusion because she was untrained, and quite unfamiliar with what being submissive really meant. She would learn, learn that a true submissive knew, almost instinctively, what her Master wanted, desired, expected, and acted accordingly, without a word being spoken. That a true submissive yearned, in the depths of her soul, to always do what he desired, to almost be "one step ahead" in knowing her Master, and in pleasing him. But that only comes once she has submitted, once she has begged to be his. Training can accomplish so much, then one must step back and see if said training has awoken that submissive.

But these were all things that Jess knew nothing about, at least not on the conscious level.

She would do what he commanded, it was that simple.

"Beauty, this first lesson will focus on two positions. Stand and Kneel. The standing position is your default position whenever upright and not in motion. The same applies to the kneeling position if you are told to go to the floor, ground or generally wait while not standing."

She did exactly as he asked, and she found that this was easy, in reality. When working in the ER, if a nurse was not needed at the moment, they were to stand back, but stay alert, in case called for. This was alot like that. Stand back and stay alert, until called for. In the ER, you paid attention to everything, and this was the case here, she realized that right away. She had to pay attention to him, not that she wanted to. But to get out of this, she would have to play along, that was what she told herself. Until the moment came, and a moment would come, she was sure of that.

"Beauty, you did marvelously. Well done." His smile shone as he closed and gave her a warm hug and a tender kiss on the cheek. "See, you're a natural submissive in the hands of a reasonable Dominant. I'll grab you some water. Sit down and relax."

She just saw it as, she was smart enough to follow instructions.

Did he even notice that she snapped tight, taut, tensed when he touched her, when he hugged her, when he kissed her even if it was just on the cheek. She really did not want him near her, but she was not sure how to convey that without angering him, not that he would care anyways. And again, she knew the inevitable would come. That made her go cold once again. Could she get out of here before he forced that issue?

He had said she could sit. So sit she did.

Now, again, if she were a trained submissive, sitting would equate to the kneeling position, which would be relaxing to her anyway, unless she were on display, which was a whole other training session. But Jess was not trained. He said she could sit. She sat, on the floor, drawing her legs up to herself and wrapping her arms about them, the only way she could keep some modesty, and shield her nakedness.

She took the water he offered, taking a long drink. It was cool and refreshing. "Thank you" she quietly said.

As she sat there, she felt so very alone. More than likely Josh was frantic wondering where she was, as were her friends. But her father, not so much. He was more than likely sitting in his office, drinking his coffee, and treating the day just like any other. Knowing what he had done to her, his own daughter. And just that thought made her feel so alone. She looked away from him... sighing softly.

 

[marauder13]

Darren felt a pang of hurt when he felt Beauty tense up when he hugged her and kissed her cheek. But he carried on as if he hadn't noticed it.

'Of course she's still very upset with me over what I have done. She still doesn't understand what it is I have done for her. I just need to remember it will take her time to come around and see what's happening. Then things will be much better.'

But as he handed her the water, she replied to him, softly, but she had made yet another error. His smile faded into a look of disappointment. He turned himself around to face her, while she had turned her head to look away from him.

"Beauty, put the bottle down, and get up onto your knees, resting back on your feet, knees together." He paced around her, while watching her assume the position he commanded of her. "Now, arms straight, hands down on the floor, palms flat, in front of your knees. Now move them out slightly so the gap between your hands is as wide as your knees are."

When Beauty had got herself into that position, Darren finished pacing.

"This, Beauty, is the kneeling variant of the Punishment position. If you are ever low to the floor, and I tell you 'Punishment', this is the position you will take." He took a deep breath, letting it out as a sigh. When you took the bottle of water from me, and you thanked me, you didn't address me properly. So, you will be punished for that breach of the rules. Also, Beauty, you will count each blow. If you miss one, then we will start again from one.

"And remember to say 'Sir' after each count, Beauty."

Darren shook out the flogger. He wasn't doing it for sadistic reasons, which she may have thought. He was doing to make sure that each of the lashes was not tangled, and wouldn't mark her skin more than it otherwise would. The flogger was designed to leave the minimum of marks on the skin, while giving the most pain possible. He raised his arm in readiness to strike.

"Ready, Beauty?"

The first of the ten blows, descended on her back.

 

[RainingHeat]

"Ready, Beauty?"

NO.. NO NO NO..... She was not ready. She was not NEAR ready.. and her screams betrayed that.

But, she learned quick..

"You will count each blow. If you miss one, then we will start again from one."

"And remember to say 'Sir' after each count, Beauty."

The count numbered 13.. when it was over. Lucky.. NO.. Unlucky number 13.

God, he hated him.

That... had been some days ago. How many days had it been? Jess had honestly lost count. She had tried to mark each day as it passed, but she had not seen the outside, the sun, the moon, day or night, in what felt like forever. She knew only the one room, really. Her ventures from that room had been limited. But, she knew it had been 4 days since she had felt the bite of the flogger. She guessed it was 7 days or there abouts, since he had taken her captive.

Yes, that was how she saw herself still, as his captive. That, would not change.

Lessons were taught and lessons were learned. She hated every second, but she employed a mentality of learn, remember, and wait for that one time when he would not be looking to get the hell out of here, if possible. She had been an exceptional student in school, both high school and nursing school. She was good at learning, she just had to keep the fear at bay.

The one thing that shocked the hell out of her so far was, he had not touched her.... "that way".... yet.

Yet....

This particular morning, she was where she was supposed to be when he entered the room. In the mid, on her knees, naked, and in the proper position. Her smooth, supple thighs parted, back straight, hands resting upon that soft flesh of thighs, her head up but eyes lowered. She had asked, no, perhaps one could see it as begged, for 2 things, an alarm clock, to awaken her when required, and some hair accessories. Her long crimson mane was so unruly at times. This particular morning, she had pulled the silken red strands back into a long pony tail. He had said, that for now, she was allowed to wear her hair as she wished, that if he desired something different than what she chose, he would direct her to change it.

She did not look up when the door opened, but did greet him as he wished.

"Good morning... Sir"...

She felt her belly churn in anger, as it always did when she felt that he had won again... and he held all the cards, for the moment.

 

[marauder13]

Darren was please with Beauty's progress with mundane matters like responding to simple commands and general obedience. Unlike others, he didn't want her to blindly respond to all of his commands like she was programmed. He wanted her to use her natural intelligence when she was told to do something.

It had been four days without her feeling the kiss of the flogger, which had really pleased Darren a lot. Now, he was going to advance her training and bring her submissive tendencies to the fore. During the night before, he had packed his back with everything he would need for the worse case scenario concerning what he was planning on doing with her. He smiled, knowing she was probably going to be reluctant, if not resistant, to what he had planned. Of course, if she was either, she would be flogged, and he would take measures to ensure her compliance, and the end result would be the same.

He entered the room, pleased to see Beauty waiting for him in the proper position. Due to her excellent behaviour, he had given her a forest green scrunchie to hold her hair back in a pony tail. Of course, when he took her to get a shower, she was permitted to use the brush in the bathroom to groom herself and deal with the tangles in her hair. But he had not allowed her the privilege of having a brush in 'her' room just yet. Neither had she earned the alarm clock that she had begged for. There were reasons for her not having that yet, but he was going to see how much she really desire that clock soon enough.

"Good morning... Sir"

"Good morning, Beauty." He placed the bag down on the floor about ten paces behind him then approached her with her breakfast and bottle of water. He placed them on the floor near where she waited, then soot up straight again.

"Stand up, Beauty." He waited for her to rise to her feet before him. "I want a kiss. A nice, passionate kiss from my lovely submissive." Before she could do or say anything, one hand went to behind her head, pulling her forward so her lips met his. His other hand went to the middle of her back, bringing her body into his, pressing them together title while he laid claim to her mouth. His tongue ran along the crevice of her lips, pushing through to find her teeth. He felt her breasts mashed against his chest, as well as her belly firmly molded against his lower body.

He let go of her without warning, gazing at her from crown to toes. "Barely adequate, Beauty. A kiss is enjoyable. It is a showing of how we feel for each other, of what we offer to each other. What you need to show, Beauty, is totally different to what you have just shown. Hands and knees, Beauty."

She had been educated to go to the circular mat by default, which was where he found her that morning. It was designed to be gentle on hands, knees, feet, and any other body part that made contact with the floor, rather than the concrete. Plus, it retained heat better than the concrete did.

"Knees apart." Darren helped guide her knees apart so he had enough space for his hand to get the access he desired. He got down onto one knee beside her, cupping the warmth between the apex of her legs. Even if not aroused, that part of the woman's body was a little warmer than the rest of her. He felt her physical reaction to his touching her there, which brought a slight smile.

He applied a little pressure on the general area, and slowly rubbed it in a circular manner. He was gentle and tender with his movements. The only change he made was with his fingertips applying more pressure around where he knew her clit to be. But he watched Beauty as he manually aroused her, looking at all the ways her body changed to what he was doing. The way her skin changed. How much sweat developed. How much heat and moisture he felt again his hand.

After twenty minutes, he called out. "Stand up, Beauty. Face me." He pulled his hand away, and got to his feet. Once she was standing and facing him, he looked her in the eyes again. "Kiss me."