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[monique_minx]

The lights started to brighten, Tameka was already awake and curled her knees up to her chest as she waited hopefully for them to illuminate the room completely. She waited in a tense state, hoping Nicholas would walk through that door any moment and be alright. It was the longest time of her life, like a kid trying to get to sleep on Christmas Eve or waiting to open presents the next morning; it just dragged on. Finally the door swung open and without so much as glancing at her; Nicholas strode clean across the room. At first she was relieved and she moved to her knees, hoping some kind of explanation was forthcoming.

"Good morning, Tameka. It should please you immensely to know that your Master is an important man. He was needed elsewhere yesterday, and He had no time for his slave. Now, Tameka, if you had been better behaved, your time here yesterday would have been much more pleasant for you. Of course, the sooner you accept for fate, and learn what you need to learn, the quicker you will be released from the confines of this room. That's right, Tameka, you will be permitted to move beyond these walls when you prove yourself worthy."

Her anger started to rise then, he hadn’t been punishing her, he’d been called away somewhere and just forgotten about his little basement prize that was helpless without him in her locked up condition. He wasn’t explaining jack shit about yesterday either, he was just trying to make it sound like it was her fault that it was so awful when it shouldn’t have happened at all. Now? Now Tameka was truly getting pissed off.

She said nothing, not even a simple ‘Hello Master’, she was angry enough to break something. He brought that metal cup to her and she took it; avoiding eye contact and trying not to look at him beyond his hands. She was hungry as hell after the last twenty four hours and she brought the cup to her lips, drinking deeply of its contents before she could say anything to jeopardize the chance to fill her stomach. She watched him move across the room and dropped the half empty cup down again in confusion. He tossed the pillow across to her.

"Kneel on that, Tameka, while you finish your breakfast."

She shuffled forward onto it and settled, drinking again and trying to think of something to distract herself from the impending outburst. As much as she was trying to behave, she couldn’t quell her emotional outrage that he would leave her here like that. He soon proved that he could distract her though.

"Tameka, once you have finished your breakfast, you will suck your Master's cock until He comes in your mouth. Naturally, you will swallow all of it because that will please your Master greatly."

She snorted into the cup and dropped it in shock, the remains of the cup spilt out onto the floor; about a tenth of the cup. She gave him an incredulous look like he had just told her he believed in little green men from Mars and the tooth fairy was real after watching that Kirstie Alley movie.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! You left me alone all day! I didn’t even know how long I was here in the dark! Anything could’ve happened, I can’t get out and you know it, you created this shit hole so you should fucking know it! I was afraid you asshole! And now you walk in here like nothing is wrong and expect me to be one hundred percent o-fucking-kay with it and just move on? You don’t even take responsibility for it, you don’t give a shit about me at all.” She shook her head and took a breath, anger and accusation clear in her glare and her tone.

“And then…” She snorted and mocked him by laughing, “…you come in here and tell me to suck your fucking dick?! I’d bite it off first you grade A prick!” She spat the last three words viciously, telling him exactly what she thought of his command; she wasn’t going to fear retribution this time, he’d shaken her up in a whole new way and then acted as if it was okay; it wasn’t. Not in the least.

 

[marauder13]

Nicholas saw Tameka drop the cup with her breakfast in it. What was worse was the look she was giving him. His disappointment in her grew, only to be brushed away by the reaction to her outburst. His anger grew more so as she continued her venomous monologue. He gritted his teeth and tried to calm himself through taking deep breaths.

"...you grade A prick!" His frustration and anger toward Tameka boiled over, breaking free of the restraints he was placing on it.

"Are you finished, Tameka?!? You just don't seem to understand what's going on here, do you? If you just fucking behaved, you would have been in a far better condition to control what happened in here. Also, Tameka, you're my fucking slave here, and there will be times when I will leave you alone because I have a fucking life outside these walls, just like how you will when you start learning and stop fucking fighting me!"

He grabbed her arms just below the shoulders. His rage manifested in his grip. His fingers compressed her flesh hard and his arms vibrated with the desire to shake her violently. Instead, he lifted her to her feet, then roughly pinned her against the wall. The texture of the wall covering pressing into her naked back as he pushed against her with his body.

"You don't get it, do you? I have spent a huge amount of time, effort and money getting this room ready for you, Tameka. Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING in here has been made, selected and configured just for you. Those chains on the wall are just the right length to get YOU in the right pose. All of the toys have been selected just for YOU.

"You are not the centre of my universe, Tameka. There are things that will happen that will disrupt what happens. Live with it. Secondly, I am your Master, your Dominant. Your wishes and desires will run second to mine. Why? Because that is what you desire. You want to serve, you want to be dominated, you want to know what it is really like. Here is the reality of it.

"This shithole as you call it is your entire universe for now. There are ways to gain greater control over it, Tameka. And that is to do as I command you." He stepped back from her suddenly. "Fine, you were left in the dark because I got called away for work. I didn't have the time to make your day more comfortable. Well, Tameka, my slave, there are some things that take a higher priority than you in the short term. Believe it or not, you are not the centre of my universe. You might be a large feature, I'll say that."

The fury generated by her continual resistance and the bad work day previously burned itself out in his words. The tension was gone. His hands no longer flexed into fists. His breathing became more regular and less laboured.

"Tameka, you need to realize that I have other tasks that don't involve you. Yes, there will be times that you will be abandoned by me. But you need to learn to deal with it. The more you submit to my will, the more you do as you are commanded, the better your life will get."

Nicholas stood there, looking at Tameka from head to toe. He was once more caught by her physical beauty. She was a remarkable woman in appearance. But that was merely a shadow compared to who was within that body. Who she was made her sexy. The knowledge of her he gained through hours of chatting, talking before the webcam came into play. He found out so much about her, her wants, desires, the things she liked. A myriad of details that made her into the unique person she was. A person that he took a shine to. Someone he liked and cared about more than anyone else. Those thoughts about the woman standing in front of him started to arouse him again. A woman who he felt was his. And felt that she knew that too, more than she was willing to admit.

His hand reached out, cupping her cheek. He caressed the side of her face with his palm and thumb, his fingers massaging her scalp under her hair. He gently, but firmly, took a hold of her hair. Using the handful of hair, he guided Tameka back to the pillow on the floor, forcing her kneel there once more. He tilted her head back so she was looking up at him.

"I am feeling generous, Tameka. You can have a day where you please, and are pleased by, your Master, or you can spend the rest of the day in total darkness. What shall your choice be, My slave?"

 

[monique_minx]

"Are you finished, Tameka?!? You just don't seem to understand what's going on here, do you? If you just fucking behaved, you would have been in a far better condition to control what happened in here. Also, Tameka, you're my fucking slave here, and there will be times when I will leave you alone because I have a fucking life outside these walls, just like how you will when you start learning and stop fucking fighting me!"

Tameka cringed where she knelt, her fear of Nicholas quickly overcame her anger as he stalked towards her and she shuffled backwards far too slowly. His grip closed around her upper arms painfully and he lifted her to her feet; they scraped on the floor uselessly as he pushed her back against the wall and effectively winded her. Tameka managed to protect her head from the slam by dropping it and then lifting her chin after he’d pressed her bare flesh into the brick. She gasped for air as Nicholas continued his angry retort.

"You don't get it, do you? I have spent a huge amount of time, effort and money getting this room ready for you, Tameka. Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING in here has been made, selected and configured just for you. Those chains on the wall are just the right length to get YOU in the right pose. All of the toys have been selected just for YOU.

"You are not the centre of my universe, Tameka. There are things that will happen that will disrupt what happens. Live with it. Secondly, I am your Master, your Dominant. You wishes and desires will run second to mine. Why? Because that is what you desire. You want to serve, you want to be dominated, you want to know what it is really like. Here is the reality of it.”

"This shithole as you call it is your entire universe for now. There are ways to gain greater control over it, Tameka. And that is to do as I command you." Nicholas finished his rant and released her, stepping back as she felt solid floor beneath her feet.

Tameka’s hands gripped the wall, her lungs having reinflated now but she still had obvious terror in her eyes as she watched Nicholas warily. He could kill her if he wanted to, she realized this as well now and even in that moment; it still seemed unlikely to her. She couldn’t deny her feelings for Nicholas, not in her moments of fear and not in her moments of doubt. She didn’t agree with him, he was wrong and he must have known it too but even Tameka knew that a submissive would never speak to her Master like that. She was still struggling to embrace it but he had pierced a hole in all the progress she had made and she couldn’t forgive him for it. She was utterly dependent upon him for everything and he had ensured it but then Tameka felt a stab of guilt as he’d spoken about her behaviour. It might have seemed irrational and foolish to her weeks beforehand and she’d have berated herself for the feeling. Now? Now she felt all wrong, turned upside down by everything.

"Fine, you were left in the dark because I got called away for work. I didn't have the time to make your day more comfortable. Well, Tameka, my slave, there are some things that take a higher priority than you in the short term. Believe it or not, you are not the centre of my universe. You might be a large feature, I'll say that."

Tameka dropped her eyes to the ground, she wished he’d just stop talking! A small swell of pride at being a large feature of his universe followed the guilt she’d been experiencing and she was suddenly conflicted by all of it. She didn’t know if she should scream at him again or not but as he pressed on, she fidgeted and prayed he’d just finish.

"Tameka, you need to realize that I have other tasks that don't involve you. Yes, there will be times that you will be abandoned by me. But you need to learn to deal with it. The more you submit to my will, the more you do as you are commanded, the better your life will get."

Tameka flinched as his hand reached out to her and cupped her chin, lifting her face up again. As his palm and thumb stroked her cheek, her eyes brimmed with tears of confusion; she’d always felt a sense of belonging with Nicholas and to Nicholas. She thought it was a passing fancy at first and brushed it off as such but it only grew stronger and though she tried to put space between them; it was always going to be a failed plan on her end.

His hand moved up and reached into her hair, grasping a firm chunk of it and tugging her back to the pillow. She couldn’t even feign surprise at his actions but she groaned at the pressure he placed upon her; forcing her to her knees again. His hand moved back into her hair and she tilted her head up involuntarily to look at his face. She’d never felt more vulnerable or subservient than she did in that moment, the act itself was graceful, smooth, gentle and forceful at the same time. She felt hopelessly lost to her emotions and then Nicholas spoke again, this time he’d snap her from her thoughts.

"I am feeling generous, Tameka. You can have a day where you please, and are pleased by, your Master, or you can spend the rest of the day in total darkness. What shall your choice be, My slave?"

A lump instantly formed in her throat, she swallowed it and spoke without a thought, “To please, Master…”

She dropped her eyes though she had no option on her head at that point, she had no desire to spend anymore time in the dark. The very idea was becoming something more than just a pet hate of hers, she had grown to genuinely loathe the time spent in the pitch black of that room.

When she lifted her eyes at last; they were spilling salty tears, “I’m sorry Master…I was…I was afraid…” She sniffed, “I didn’t know what had happened or how long you were gone and I got scared that you weren’t coming back.”

She knew she could say more, she had done this in thousands of scenes between them where her character would beg forgiveness for some indiscretion but she was not her character and hadn’t reached anywhere near that level of submission yet. Her pride was retained and though she knew her characters were proud creatures; she couldn’t figure out how to do it and preserve her dignity just yet.

 

[marauder13]

Nicholas spent the time after his explosion calming down. It served a good purpose, to a degree. His frustrations had finally been dealt with, allowing him to regain some control over himself. He was not totally calm, but he was a lot closer than he was moments before.

Tameka's reaction to his question eased it a little further,as she responded in the way he hoped she would. He had little idea of how much she hated the darkness, but he knew that his offer would be preferable to it. He was confident that despite her objections, she was enjoying their sex. And the less she fought, and the more she took part, the better it would get for them both.

She looked away from him as best she could. Her eyes returned their gaze at him, he could see the tears forming. Nicholas felt a small lurch in his stomach at the sight. She looked so helpless gazing up at him. He knew she was his. He had to take care of her. He was trying his best, but even deep down he knew that there was more he could do to make it better.

“I’m sorry Master…I was…I was afraid… I didn’t know what had happened or how long you were gone and I got scared that you weren’t coming back.”

Nicholas was surprised, caught completely off guard by her words. This woman kneeling before him had fascinated him for months. She was like no other person he had ever met. He lusted after her badly from the moment they started writing their erotic scenes, and that moved onto something more significant after he got to know her. He cared about her. He wanted to help her whenever she spoke to him about her issues. He wanted to give her the taste of those things that she desired. There were even times he wanted to hold her and tell her that it was all OK. Hearing her say that made him want to hold her, and comfort her. But he was her Master, he had to be strong. He had to be stern and demanding.

His expression softened as other memories kicked in on material he read in preparation. He was doing all of this because he cared about her. He had said so many times. Had she seen that care from him? Seen it beyond reasonable doubt? He wasn't entirely sure, but he thought she might be developing feelings for him. Positive ones. Ones that needed nurturing.

He squatted down in front of her, guiding her head to remain looking at him. He let go of her, caressing her face again. He then took Tameka into his embrace, holding her in a comforting way.

"I am sorry, Tameka. I didn't mean to abandon you, nor to frighten you like that. I'm... I'm happy that you were worried about me. You are special to me, very special. I want to help you, and this is the only way that I can do that. Please, Tameka, let me help you get to know yourself better." He softly kissed her cheek, and continued to hold her, letting his warmth carry over to her.

After what felt like an eon, Nicholas released Tameka, and moved back a little. There was a shy smile on his face as his eyes flickered, letting him look on her entire face.

"Tameka, I have no choice but to punish you for not obeying me earlier when I gave you a command. I know how much you enjoy taking a cock into your mouth. I listened to all those times when you told me how it felt. That is why I chose that as your next task. We're not ready to start testing your boundaries just yet.

"Tameka, you will rest on your shoulders and knees. You will use the pillow to cushion your head, shoulders and chest while you maintain that position. You will hold your hands behind your back until you have been given permission to let go. You will be spanked twenty times for your failure to obey your Master. Assume the position now, Tameka."

Nicholas stood up and moved back, allowing her the room to get herself into position. When they role played, Tameka was spanked regularly. He wondered how she would react this time, to the real thing.

 

[monique_minx]

Tameka was shocked when Nicholas squatted down in front of her, she almost looked away just to hide her vulnerable expression but he wouldn’t allow it, his hand assured her eyes remained locked with his. His hand caressed her cheek and then he surprised her further by taking her into his arms. Tameka forced herself to stop crying even though it was the only thing she wanted to do. She felt the need to harden up, she had cried far too much in the last few days; it wasn’t normal for her.

"I am sorry, Tameka. I didn't mean to abandon you, nor to frighten you like that. I'm... I'm happy that you were worried about me. You are special to me, very special. I want to help you, and this is the only way that I can do that. Please, Tameka, let me help you get to know yourself better."

He pressed a kiss to her cheek before she could think to respond, she felt warmed by his lips and suddenly a reply didn’t seem necessary. He held her for a long time and she allowed the silence to linger while she calmed down, she was nervous about all of this but she was determined not to let it overcome her. She was a strong, young woman and she would remain one. Finally Nicholas released her and Tameka caught a hint of what may have been guilt in his face, a small almost embarrassed smile tainted his lips.

"Tameka, I have no choice but to punish you for not obeying me earlier when I gave you a command. I know how much you enjoy taking a cock into your mouth. I listened to all those times when you told me how it felt. That is why I chose that as your next task. We're not ready to start testing your boundaries just yet.

"Tameka, you will rest on your shoulders and knees. You will use the pillow to cushion your head, shoulders and chest while you maintain that position. You will hold your hands behind your back until you have been given permission to let go. You will be spanked twenty times for your failure to obey your Master. Assume the position now, Tameka."

Tameka opened her mouth to retort to his statement about punishing her but nothing would come out and he ensured she didn’t do anything but turn red as he continued. He spoke about how she enjoyed oral and Tameka held her silence; it was true. She loved the exchange of power when she was on her knees and as Samantha of Sex and the City once said, ‘you may be on your knees but you have him by the balls’. Tameka had run that through her mind over and over, she felt incredibly submissive when she was giving a blow job but the truth in that statement could not be denied. She was both in control and not.

Tameka listened carefully as he outlined the position he wanted her to take, her teeth slid over her lower lip nervously as she pictured it. She had never been spanked more than playfully before and even as hard as Ben had been willing to hit her, he’d never done it more than five times in one sitting. It was tolerable and easy to get through. Twenty times? She was wondering how much strength Nicholas would hit her with.

He told her to assume the position and she shuffled backwards off of the pillow. Tameka picked it up and dropped it a little further away. She leaned down and moved her knees until she was comfortably resting on her cheek. She was supposed to do something with her hands…oh! Tameka blushed a little and clasped her hands behind her, letting them rest above her ass which was now held high in the air. She held her breath for a moment but released it and tried to remember she was supposed to focus on her breathing; she’d worked that much out when it came to pain at least.

“I’m…ready Master.” She said nervously, wondering if she could really maintain this position and keep her hands where they were. She knew she’d tried to move her hands to protect herself from one of Ben’s harder spanks, he had stopped then and allowed her to get up. Tameka knew that Nicholas would not and he wouldn’t appreciate the movement either.

 

[marauder13]

Nicholas watched Tameka get into position. He enjoyed how the position showed her off so magnificently. All he thought of doing was taking her as she was, and giving her a good hard fucking. He held himself in check, smiling. 'The fucking will come later. But first, there are other things that need to occur first.' Nicholas walked around Tameka, looking at how the posture showed off different parts of her body. The gentle curve of her back under her arms. The definition of her legs and ass. Even her partially obscured face looked appealing. His steps came to a halt on the side she was not facing. He squatted down, observing the place that would soon be red from the impact of his hand.

"Tameka, I am not angry with you, but I am rather disappointed with you. For this specific event, I am not taking any pleasure in it. Remember, this is because you failed to obey your Master."

Nicholas started rubbing the buttock closest to him. The slow, firm action generated some friction, warming the area slightly. Without warning, he raised and lowered his hand with a firm swat. Nicholas held back most of his strength from the blow, but it was not a light tap either. Once the blow was delivered, he returned to rubbing, massaging and caressing the buttock. Again, without warning, his hand swatted her buttock, only to resume the rubbing once more. With varied timing, the next eight blows were delivered at irregular intervals and on different areas of her buttock. By the time he completed the tenth blow, one side of her rear was a distinctive shade of red.

Nicolas stood up and moved over to the other side, squatting down again. He looked over at Tameka, knowing what he had done was causing her an uncomfortable amount of pain. He caressed some of her hair away from her face, delicately running his fingers along her forehead and cheek.

"You are doing so well, Tameka, taking your punishment as you are. Thank you. I hope you are learning that it isn't wise to disobey me, Tameka. There is so much you can gain. If you are good." His hand left her face with one last gentle touch to her cheek. before he commenced to rub the other buttock in preparation for the remainder of her punishment.

 

[monique_minx]

Under inspection - those would be the two words she’d use to describe Nicholas’ eyes on her in that position years later. His gaze swept her form and practically burned into her skin as he crouched down behind her; getting a lascivious view of her sex. Of course ‘under inspection’ would never quite cover just how defenceless she felt, how very exposed to him she’d allowed herself to be. Still if she had refused the position then she knew undoubtedly that she would either have found herself in the pitch black again or Nicholas would have pulled her violently and restricted her movement. The knowledge of this made a difference but the mere thought of Nicholas wielding such power over her as to make her fear reprisal for her actions was enough to get her juices flowing which in turn sent a tinge of pink to her face.

Though she couldn’t see Nicholas squatting at her side, she heard the rustle of his pants and knew it must be so. His presence wasn’t something she was ever likely to become unaware of after living in this basement. She allowed her thoughts to drift to the outside world for a moment; what was happening there? Had the government changed hands? Had they found a cure for cancer during her short stint in hell? She wondered in silence before Nicholas broke into her thoughts.

"Tameka, I am not angry with you, but I am rather disappointed with you. For this specific event, I am not taking any pleasure in it. Remember, this is because you failed to obey your Master."

Tameka bit her bottom lip to suppress the tiny utterance of anxiety that wanted to slip through the cracks and said softly, “Yes Master.”

His hand began to rub her behind slowly but whether it was the pressure or the fear; Tameka shut her eyes. There was no warning but for the removal of his hand; the first blow landed soundly on her ass and Tameka issued a noisy exhale as she bit back the cry. Her body jumped with it though; Ben had never thought to rub her derriere but that would have been his hardest strike to her ass. Nicholas continued to switch between rubbing and striking her ass until the last three blows caused a flood of tears to spring free and small body wracking sobs freed themselves from her tear ducts. She was determined to suppress the cries but unable to stem the tears.

Nicholas seemed to have finished and Tameka’s hands twitched nervously; she couldn’t remember how many times she’d been hit but the last few made it seem like more than 20. She soon realized it had only been ten when he crouched down on the opposite side where she could see his face; she knew it, just knew how many had already landed. His hand swept her cheek and brushed the hair from her eyes as she buried herself into the pillow in embarrassment.

"You are doing so well, Tameka, taking your punishment as you are. Thank you. I hope you are learning that it isn't wise to disobey me, Tameka. There is so much you can gain. If you are good."

She whimpered as his hand slid from her cheek slowly and moved to rub her bottom again. Tameka could feel the flooding to her warm dark velvety entrance even as Nicholas spoke; she was stunned by how aroused this pain was making her! The burn in her ass was akin to flames licking her bottom and yet; she was sexually excited beyond imagination. She felt a blush rise in her cheeks as she thought of Nicholas seeing this though; the thought that she might very well drip down her thigh or onto the cement beneath her was enough humiliation to make her want to move but this thought was making her that much wetter. What was wrong with her?!

She swallowed and sniffed before responding to Nicholas, “I’ll be good Sir…”

Part of her wanted to beg him for mercy, to plead with him to stop and let it just be enough but she kept her silence. Tameka wanted to know just how far she could be pushed and how much she could truly take. She had no idea why she wanted to test the limits of her body and of her mind but that tiny little voice told her it was all to do with a curiosity Ben could never quite answer to. She tried so hard to keep still for Nicholas but the rough ground forced her to shift her knees a little; the pain digging into them was becoming worse than her burning ass. Tameka knew all pain was not a turn on then, she’d never become aroused simply because she’d had to hold a position long enough for it to hurt; no, it was not as simplistic as it might seem.

 

[marauder13]

Nicholas watched the little shuffle of her knees on the concrete floor. He shook his head at forgetting to make her knees comfortable during her punishment. He filed it away in his memory for future reference. But while he was rubbing her, he caught the aroma of her arousal coming to him rather strongly.

'She said that the thought of being spanked appealed to her. This is more than just appealing to her. I'll have to go get something from upstairs once this is finished.'

Nicholas was starting to get aroused by his slave. The fact that she was clearly getting aroused by the spanking was getting him thinking of how to best make use of her current state. His mind wandered further into scenes of what they could do, but he dragged himself back to finish the current task at hand.

Which felt very, very good as he moved it around over the yet to be struck surface. He continued to rub the surface, this time more of a caress than an actual massage style rub. He took more notice of the tone of the flesh under his hand. He let his hand move all over the surface, even to the point where his fingertips confirmed that she was indeed wet. His damp finger tips lightly brushed the puckered skin of her anus as he continued his caress of her rear.

“I’ll be good Sir…”

"Of course you will, Tameka."

His hand flashed through the air, delivering the first of the next round of spankings. He maintained the same strength, as well as the rubbing in between the varying timed strikes. He saw how each of the strikes were turning parts of her buttock red, lighting it up just like the other one. Nicholas wondered if this was getting her more worked up or not. It would be a fun activity to test out in the future, to see if some playful swatting of her arse would make her more receptive of a good fucking.

The echoes of the last swat died in the room. Nicholas was proud of Tameka's efforts in taking her punishment. But he was still surprised at the other effect it had on her. He removed his hand from her sore rear, once more brushing her cheek gently and tenderly.

"Tameka, your punishment is complete. What has been done is now fully forgiven, and a thing of the past. You will maintain this position while I go upstairs to fetch something." He leant down and kissed her cheek softly before leaving the room. He took the stairs two at a time as he dashed for the storage room. He quickly found the rolled up mat, and returned to Tameka's room. He rolled out the deep blue exercise mat roughly where Tameka's bed would have been. He walked over and carefully scooped up Tameka, and carried her to the mat. He laid her down on her side, being careful of her ass. Once she was settled, he sat himself down, placing her head in his lap. He casually ran his fingers through her hair, brushing it away from her face.

"Now, Tameka, once you have had some time to relax a little, we will continue where we were before it was interrupted. But before that happens, Tameka, you will tell me about what you felt, and what you thought, during your punishment. You will speak openly and honestly about it. Your Master wants to know what it was like for you."

 

[monique_minx]

"Of course you will, Tameka."

With that, his hand landed soundly on her ass and Tameka began to jolt and clench her teeth all over again. The tears didn’t start to roll again until his last smack landed and her derriere was in true pain, still she couldn’t deny the extreme arousal that had grown between her legs as the masochist was brought to bear. It hurt and she couldn’t lie about that, the tears spoke volumes but the arousal was unexpected even by her. She had fantasised about it and gotten off on the idea but the actual pain was more than the idea of it could ever be. Tameka hadn’t expected her body’s reaction to it. Nicholas’ hand moved to her cheek then and she knew it was over at last.

"Tameka, your punishment is complete. What has been done is now fully forgiven, and a thing of the past. You will maintain this position while I go upstairs to fetch something."

His order left no room for argument and even though Tameka wanted to collapse, she knew she would hold it and obey him the moment his lips pressed her cheek in a swift kiss. He left her with her shoulders still pressed to the pillow as the last of her tears sunk into the fabric and she shifted a little to alleviate the pain in her knees again. Nicholas wasn’t gone long, Tameka heard the door again and his shuffling feet in the room while she wondered what he was doing but didn’t dare to lift her head to see. The pain in her ass was dying to a dull throbbing ache now but she was still well aware of it.

She groaned as he lifted her up and moved her to the blue mat, she was quite careful not to move when he placed her on her side. He sat down and lifted her head into his lap, his fingers brushing through her head had a gentle, soothing effect on her and her eyes threatened to close when he finally spoke.

"Now, Tameka, once you have had some time to relax a little, we will continue where we were before it was interrupted. But before that happens, Tameka, you will tell me about what you felt, and what you thought, during your punishment. You will speak openly and honestly about it. Your Master wants to know what it was like for you."

Tameka swallowed and wondered if he knew her dirty little secret in that moment, she couldn’t tell him! Her mind swirled as she thought of how she could skirt it and still answer his question.

“It…hurt Master, it started as a sting but then it ended as a burn, like a candle only not. I thought of how my hands might slip and how I might move to protect myself…out of instinct, I guess. I thought of Ben…how he tried it…I compared you to him. Very different.” Tameka murmured, “I thought of begging you to stop but then I wondered how much my body could take and I guess I kinda wanted the challenge of it. Just to see if I could really stand it. I think I managed that much.”

Tameka took a deep, wavering breath and looked down at her hands, her index and middle fingers were a hot red colour and hurt a little because of her constant squeezing of them to hold her hands in place, “It was hard Master. I wanted to drop my hands and if not protect myself then just to grab the pillow. I wanted to…do well, prove to us both that I could…” Tameka blushed and fell silent, wondering how he’d take that.

 

[marauder13]

Nicholas' hand continued to lazily move through Tameka's hair, before expanding to include her neck and shoulder. As he listened to her reply, he aimed to help calm her, and show her that he did actually care about her. Though the spankings clearly aroused her, which in turn aroused him, he gained no pleasure in actually punishing her. He wondered about how he would truly feel about spanking her as a form of foreplay, or sexual play itself, if Tameka did actually like that. But just having her lie with him, being caressed, was something Nicholas was enjoying a great deal. He felt himself connecting with her more through that gentle interaction than he had through any other prior to it.

“It was hard Master. I wanted to drop my hands and if not protect myself then just to grab the pillow. I wanted to…do well, prove to us both that I could…”

Nicholas smiled as her final words were spoken. "And you proved it very well, Tameka. I am proud of you and how you handled it. I am sorry for not having enough padding for your knees while that was happening." He let his hands continue to caress Tameka, enjoying the silence and the plain contact some more.

"Today, Tameka, I want us to enjoy the time we have together. I know you have been enjoying the sex we've had, as have I. But there are other ways for us to enjoy each other's company. Like this. I am enjoying this, Tameka, and I am looking forward to us spending time like this together. Talking, touching, being together.

"Now, Tameka, kneel. On this padding." Nicholas waited for Tameka to take up the required position. He wondered if he would ever tire of looking at her, particularly in her natural splendour. He could hardly find fault with her, except for her unnatural hair colour, but that would correct itself in time. He changed his positioning so he too was kneeling, which would allow him better mobility for his later actions. He looked directly into her eyes, as if he was reading her soul. He was deciding on whether to continue with his original course of action, trying to make it a truly enjoyable day for them both, or be strict and punish her again for not being open and honest.

Both hands reached out, softly brushing Tameka's damp cheeks before finally cupping her face. His slow and deliberate closing the gap between them was the only warning Tameka received, or needed. Nicholas' lips lightly touched hers. Little more than the tips touching before breaking off. The next was a little firmer, with more of their lips making contact. He paused a little longer before he took her lips fully. He moaned softly as he started to relax into the kiss. His tongue brushed her lips in prelude to it seeking out hers. He enticed her to join him in the delights he was experiencing. He didn't demand, but he guided her. There was no rush of passion, but a slow passage of something deeper and stronger. His heart beat was more powerful with each beat, but not any faster. When he finished their kiss, he was breathing deeply.

"That, Tameka, was very nice."

He rocked back onto his feet, standing up with something far from grace and equally far from clumsiness. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the track pants, quickly sending them to the floor, leaving himself naked before his slave. His partial erection started to firm up as his thoughts of what was about to occur filled his mind. He looked down at Tameka, his expression a mix of friendliness and desire.

"Now, Tameka, as I said to you before. You will suck my cock until I cum in your mouth. You will swallow it all. If you do this, I will let you keep this mat to sleep on. If you continue to behave through this day, you may have your bed back, as well as some other rewards. Now, Tameka, you know what to do." His hand reached out, brushing the side of her head gently.

 

[monique_minx]

"And you proved it very well, Tameka. I am proud of you and how you handled it. I am sorry for not having enough padding for your knees while that was happening."

Tameka smiled, pleasantly surprised that Nicholas had noticed her discomfort and her inner turmoil was silent for a moment. Her face was streaked with dried tears but his stroking hand was of great reassurance to her and she relaxed for the first time since she’d been in the basement.

"Today, Tameka, I want us to enjoy the time we have together. I know you have been enjoying the sex we've had, as have I. But there are other ways for us to enjoy each other's company. Like this. I am enjoying this, Tameka, and I am looking forward to us spending time like this together. Talking, touching, being together. Now, Tameka, kneel. On this padding."

She nodded as he spoke, trying to show that she actually did appreciate this. She didn’t feel forced to argue the morality of it or struggle with admitting her enjoyment of this because it might be embarrassing, she could even forget she was naked in this moment. The vulnerability seemed to melt away beneath his hands, she was so content that she made herself suppress the impending sigh when he commanded her to kneel.

She lifted herself from his lap rather reluctantly, knowing that when she got into position; all that inner conflict would come flooding back to bite her right in the-

“Ow!” She hissed and winced, completely forgetting how tender and sore her behind was. Tameka tenderly repositioned her legs so that her ass wouldn’t touch the mat nor her feet but be held aloft by mere inches. She then clasped her hands at the small of her back, biting her bottom lip uncertainly as Nicholas moved to kneel in front of her; she hadn’t expected him to do that.

His eyes stared deep into hers and she wavered, feeling a sudden and unreasonable compulsion to glance down at the floor; Tameka held his gaze if only barely. His hands reached out and took her face gently, cupping it with care as he slowly inched nearer to her. She knew what he was about to do and she also knew that she wasn’t about to stop him. His lips pressed hers lightly and Tameka felt the strangest desire to close her eyes, she fought it off by snapping her eyes wide quickly but briefly. Her eyelids settled to their original half mast but she was still fearful to be overwhelmed, so many small things…and yet she just couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop it.

His mouth took hers in slow motion, it was not so passionate as to be animalistic but Tameka felt a stab of guilt for sharing a lover’s kiss with Nicholas. At the same time, the desire kept flaring and her eyes darted continuously as they fought against the impulses. She was far more surprised when she started to kiss him back and thought began to melt away from it after Nicholas moaned. His yearning to kiss her sent a thrill through her body, she didn’t have any time to question it so she let herself slide right into his taste, his touch, his lips…

"That, Tameka, was very nice."

Her eyes opened quickly as he spoke, her chest was heaving and an adrenaline rush unlike any other had surged through her body to make her heart pound like thunder in her chest. Instantly the mask slid into place and she tried to hide it though her mouth had twitched into a soft smile that came too fast to hide. She lifted her eyes to his face as Nicholas stood up and swallowed as he dragged his pants down.

Tameka’s heartbeat thrummed in her ears louder still as she struggled to both keep her eyes on his face and not drop them to the floor but at the same time; resist the urge to drop them to look at his cock.

"Now, Tameka, as I said to you before. You will suck my cock until I cum in your mouth. You will swallow it all. If you do this, I will let you keep this mat to sleep on. If you continue to behave through this day, you may have your bed back, as well as some other rewards. Now, Tameka, you know what to do."

His hand smoothed over her hair and she fought to still the growing quiver deep inside her. She swallowed in near disbelief of what she was about to do. It was true that she enjoyed giving oral more than receiving but when she’d told Nicholas that, she’d not been held captive by a manacle in a soundproof basement…of his house. Finally she was out of other options, unable to think of being shackled to that wall again and knowing her derriere was far too raw for her to take much more, her eyes drifted down to his semi-hard length.

Tameka took a deep breath and leaned forward, lifting up as her tongue lashed over her lips to moisten them. She then twirled the tiny pink muscle around the head of his shaft experimentally, parting her lips once it was coated in her saliva; she took the first two inches into her mouth. The soft whimper came as a surprise to her and escaped before she could stop it, her eyes flickering up to gauge Nicholas’ reaction as she worked her mouth further down on his cock. Her tongue swirling around his girth while she sucked and bobbed slowly to get him fully erect.

Finally she started to suck harder and bob faster, her head twisting side to side every so often as she tried different angles to become accustomed to him. Her hands had dropped forgotten at her sides and her eyes slipped to half lids as she decided to overlook who she was sucking and just do the task at hand. Her eyes now cast down to focus on the slick sheen of saliva she left over his member.

 

[marauder13]

Nicholas watched Tameka. He tried to observe her reactions calmly, to see how she reacted to the instructions given. But the greater part of him was looking on with growing excitement . Tameka was not fighting it. She wasn't arguing. He found himself to be holding his breath as she lifted herself higher on her knees. She was clearly looking at his cock. Nicholas couldn't believe what he was seeing.

A slow release of his breath followed the action of her wetting her lips. The passage of her tongue over the red flesh of her lips excited him no end. The light touch of her tongue on the tip of his cock sent tremors through his body. He sighed as he saw Tameka's mouth starting to surround his cock. His eyes fluttered closed as he felt her warmth encompassing him. He opened his eyes, looking down at Tameka, his breaths short and sharp. He heard the soft whimper from her, which made him smile briefly before the ecstasy of her oral attentions hit him again.

He let her go, not interfering with her actions. He wanted to know how good she was just by her self. The desire to grab her head, guide it or hold it steady while he fucked her face was strong. But she was doing it, herself, without him imposing some physical restraints on her to comply. That she appeared to be willing was arousing, almost intoxicating for Nicholas.

"Ohhh... Tameka," he groaned through loud inhales and exhales. He willingness to change her angles or other aspects were happily accepted. He didn't care if it added or removed from the overall experience because it was so great the small variations were lost. "That's... oh fuck... Tameka..."

All ability to speak was lost. The continued feel of her mouth working his manhood was propelling him higher than the times when they fucked. He watched in awe as the woman he had fantasized about for months was sucking his cock better than he ever thought she would. He wanted to hold out longer, enjoy this occasion more fully, but he was far too gone to stop what was going to happen. He felt the tightening low in his body just before the almost painful eruption that he loosed in her mouth. He panted as he watched his stomach shudder in time to each jet he shot into Tameka's waiting mouth. Groans and whimpers escaped his mouth amidst the deep breathing. His eyes closed as the pinnacle was reached. He felt all the tensed muscles start to relax in the aftermath of her oral attentions.

"Tameka... that was... fantastic. Tonight... you'll be sleeping on your bed again. Assuming that you don't get creative with it again." He waited, enjoying the final moments of her sucking his then deflating cock. He watched her, with a genuine smile on his face."Tell me, Tameka, was that so bad?"

He stepped back off the mat, his eyes roaming all over her naked form. He remembered how she finally kissed him, not resisting and actually engaged in it. Even then, that thought sparked a warmth that spread throughout him. Then the way she didn't resist giving him head. There was something there that he needed to understand. The key was there somewhere. Something he did, or said, or even both brought her to a point where she didn't fight him. If he could trust her enough to ask her, and get an honest answer. One day, she would. He shook his head briefly to snap him back to where he was.

"Lie down on the mat, Tameka. On your belly in a manner that is comfortable for you."

 

[monique_minx]

She sucked him hungrily, relishing his responses to her attentions and while her eyes flitted upward occasionally to see that she was actually getting somewhere; Tameka mostly kept her gaze downcast because she didn’t like the guilty stabs she occasionally felt over doing this. It was true, she had some deep feelings for Nicholas but she wasn’t quite ready to admit them and even less so since she’d woken up in the depths of his basement.

Finally when her jaw was starting to ache in protest, she felt his cock pulsing in the warm wet reaches of her mouth and she took him almost painfully deep to ensure she’d swallow. It didn’t bother her so much because she normally swallowed; this time she felt there wasn’t an option to spit though and the feeling that created within her was shoved aside quickly; she wasn’t ready to truly feel the extent of Nicholas’ ownership. She wasn’t a submissive anymore, she didn’t have a safe word or options like that, Tameka felt her slavery in those few moments as she swallowed down the bitter jets of seed that erupted from his shaft. She felt the butterflies in her stomach over it but was unwilling to acknowledge them fully just yet, the warmth of it spread to her toes and turned her on in a way she couldn’t understand…and she didn’t really want to.

"Tameka... that was... fantastic. Tonight... you'll be sleeping on your bed again. Assuming that you don't get creative with it again. Tell me, Tameka, was that so bad?"

She sucked him clean and dry as he deflated between her lips, finally sliding from her mouth and giving her the chance to respond, “No Sir…thank you Sir.” She mumbled, a light red tinging her cheeks again as she felt a strange kind of pride for hearing his praise.

His own response to it was not lost on her, she’d seen more than lust and gratification in his eyes during that oral experience. What was that? She wondered thoughtfully, it almost appeared to be adoration of some kind but she just couldn’t be sure. A fleeting moment passed where she considered love but shook it off hurriedly, no way could Nicholas really love her like that.

"Lie down on the mat, Tameka. On your belly in a manner that is comfortable for you."

She snapped back to reality with that and nodded, “Yes Master.” She spoke softly, her throat coated with his sticky juices which made it more difficult to be less than creaky in her responses.

Tameka shuffled back across the mat and shifted her body to face the top of it, she laid herself down with tentative care and crossed her arms beneath her head, facing towards Nicholas’ side of her obediently. She wondered what he had in mind for her now and hoped that her stupid mindless pussy had stopped gushing its arousal, it felt rather strange to be so turned on by all these events, she just wanted it to stop.

 

[marauder13]

Nicholas waited patiently as Tameka lay down on the mat. His gaze was drawn to the slowly dulling red skin on her arse. He was very sure that she had learned a lesson from that, and he was willing to apply it again if the need arose. He was also longing to test her again with a spanking. To see if that really aroused her or not.

Once she settled, Nicholas knelt down beside her, on the side she was facing. He dropped a hand onto her leg, letting it rest there. He definitely liked the feel of her leg, but was sure that it would be even better than it currently was.

"Tameka, even if you are a slave, there are things I can do for you that will be for your pleasure. Sometimes, I will do these things because they bring me pleasure. This is merely a taste of what your Master is willing to do for his slave. Because a happy slave does make for a happy Master."

Nicholas proceeded to massage the leg closest to him. It was a slow, sensual movement that loosened the muscles gently, between soft passes of his hands that just stimulated the skin. He deliberately avoided the inflamed areas of her buttocks, but kept his actions to just her legs. He easily felt parts of her muscles that were knotted up, but that was not the time for him to remove those. His aim was one of simple relaxation and enjoyment. A demonstration of his power without causing her pain or discomfort.

His eyes were half closed. The breathing was firm, steady and unlaboured. Nicholas was slowly loosing himself in the routine of the movements over Tameka's legs. He hoped that she would see that he was not a complete monster. That there were times where he was considerate of her, and her needs. That he held affection for her that was shown at all times within what they did together.

"How does that feel Tameka?" He stood up, moving to the other side before kneeling down and doing exactly the same with her other leg. Once more he lost himself in the movements, the tone and texture of her leg and just the deep sense of doing something nice for someone special. He was doing it because he chose to. He didn't have to, and he was sure that Tameka was aware of that.

He finished rubbing her legs, feeling more at peace with himself for his actions. Again he stood up, without any word he left the room to fetch the tools he would need to restore Tameka's bed. He went about his work, putting back together the place where she would sleep. Sleep in far more comfort than the floor she was recently subjected too.

It took him 20 minutes to restore her bed to where it had been, along with the manchester that went along with it. The tools were placed on the bench, along with all his other possessions. Again, without further word, he went over and lay down on the bed. He rested on his side, with his back to the wall.

"Come and join your Master on the bed, Tameka. I wish to enjoy your company some more."

 

[monique_minx]

Tameka watched Nicholas drop to his knees beside her on the mat, her skin tingled as his hand dropped to rest on her leg and she had to fight the sudden desire to shake him free of her.

"Tameka, even if you are a slave, there are things I can do for you that will be for your pleasure. Sometimes, I will do these things because they bring me pleasure. This is merely a taste of what your Master is willing to do for his slave. Because a happy slave does make for a happy Master."

She didn’t really understand but she supposed it was something similar to morale in the workplace wherein a happy worker is a better worker. She guessed a happy slave was much the same and worked harder to please her Master.

Nicholas proceeded to massage her leg with tender and soothing movements, it wasn’t an effective massage but a relaxing one. Tameka was incredibly tense beneath his hands, she felt that if she let her guard down for even a second and allowed her inner self to become as vulnerable as her body that she would be permitting Nicholas an entry far deeper than skin.

Instead, Tameka chose to watch him as he worked on her legs, he seemed so tranquil; as though he was truly enjoying the sensation of her skin and muscle beneath his fingertips. She’d never had a man spend time on her like that, never had a man massage her beyond a minute or two though she’d done it time and again for many men; Ben especially.

"How does that feel Tameka?”

She blinked as Nicholas moved to the other side of her body and started on her left leg, “Umm good Master.” She said softly, feeling a strange guilty stab for being the one on the mat beneath his hands.

He spent roughly the same amount of time on that leg; to Tameka’s best estimation and then he moved off without a word. She lifted her head to watch him disappear out the door and contemplated moving though he’d not told her to. She was finding that much of being a slave was your best guesswork. He’d not told her to move but he also hadn’t said she wasn’t allowed to. Tameka decided it was best not to focus on either of those two, better safe than sorry as always and Tameka remained on the mat; figuring he couldn’t punish her for not moving.

She watched him return and begin to piece her bed back together as he’d promised, she was starting to learn reward and consequence; things were clearly structured where Nicholas was concerned and Tameka couldn’t deny that she enjoyed the configuration of clarity he’d built between them. Soon enough he was done putting the bed together and the linen was on it again, Tameka promised herself silently that she wouldn’t use the bed to break anymore of his rules; it simply wasn’t worth the concrete she’d been forced to sleep on.

"Come and join your Master on the bed, Tameka. I wish to enjoy your company some more."

His voice startled her from her thoughts, “Yes Master.” She murmured out of near habit to let him know she’d heard his wishes as she pushed herself up from the mat.

She sauntered over to the bed and carefully eased herself down onto her shoulder beside him. Tameka almost sighed in relief of the cushioning that met her side, it seemed so…luxurious as to very nearly make her forget that it was just an ordinary bed. Her eyes looked up at him questioningly; she wanted to know what he’d meant by enjoying her company this time. Things were often confusing where this guessing game was concerned.

 

[marauder13]

Nicholas rejoiced at the fact that Tameka had not resisted, nor fought his request to join him on the bed. His eyes once more took in her delightful naked form, causing him to harden again. He so wanted to fuck her again, to claim her as his slave and to bring them both to a loud, joyous climax. But her abused ass was not up to whatever action their having sex would bring.

But there was more to enjoying Tameka than the classical sexual acts. He could enjoy her being close, as he planned when he called her to the bed with him.

She eased herself onto the bed with him, looking relaxed momentarily as she settled. But he then saw the moment pass as she looked him in the eye, some unspoken question being asked in her gaze. He leaned over, kissing her tenderly, before he started to comb her hair with his fingers. Anytime he hit a knot, he slowly and as gently as possible worked it out of her hair. At random intervals, he would massage her scalp. He adored the idea of giving something to Tameka. Something pleasant and gentle. He enjoyed the feel of her under his hand as well. He also hoped that she was enjoying what he was doing for her.

He let his hand start to wander over her upper back as well, caressing her in what he felt was a soothing manner. As long as she behaved, he would continue to have quiet time like that with her. A way to enjoy her that would not be taking on her, and that would be just as rewarding to them both.

He just lay with her, continuing to caress Tameka with the gentle touch of his hand on her face, scalp, back and shoulder. He would pause occasionally to give his lovely slave a kiss. There was little sexual in his actions. He was trying to connect to the woman who was lying across from him. He looked at her face, trying to read her mood from her expression.

"What are you thinking, Tameka? You seem to be deep in thought. You can trust me, Tameka. You can speak to me. I want to be able to help you, but I can't if I don't know what you are thinking or feeling." He paused, before he removed his hand from her. He thought back to the argument they had. He had made a mistake, and had hurt Tameka deeply. He would even go as far as thinking that he might have caused the timetable to slip further.

A Master was confident enough to admit his failures, and to make amends. To do so, as He designed and desired, was not a sign of weakness, but a show of strength. He needed to trust her, and she to trust him. He was starting to see that Tameka could be trusted, but he wasn't so sure that she trusted him. Without that trust, things would progress slowly and painfully for them both.

"I guess I shouldn't be too surprised that you don't want to tell me stuff, or relax with me. But we need to be able to trust each other, Tameka. Tell me, honestly, what one thing could your Master do to demonstrate He is worthy of your trust, Tameka."

 

[monique_minx]

Nicholas shifted forward and answered her silent question with a gentle kiss, Tameka wanted to shake the mist from herself, she felt completely out of it and not at all normal. He started to comb his fingers through her hair and untangle knots where he found them and while she was relaxed, Tameka realized she was also very much withdrawn from Nicholas. She didn’t feel warm as she had before, in fact she didn’t feel anything. Not angry or sad, not happy or beholden to him. She couldn’t shake the very off and distant feelings she had in this moment and her mind started to flick through endless pages, things she’d read or heard about prior to this moment without actually knowing why.

His hands continued to roam but she could just barely feel it now, so lost in her own thoughts that Nicholas hardly seemed a factor in her little world. She was blank and showed no kind of response to his actions, even when he kissed her there was barely a twitch; she felt very strange indeed and it seemed she wasn’t the only one to notice it.

"What are you thinking, Tameka? You seem to be deep in thought. You can trust me, Tameka. You can speak to me. I want to be able to help you, but I can't if I don't know what you are thinking or feeling."

She didn’t know how to answer, she couldn’t even tell herself what was wrong but she felt a little relieved and disheartened at the same time when Nicholas withdrew his hand. Tameka suddenly remembered something she had read about online and the thought caused her to bring her knees up and tucked them under her chin. This time she wasn’t sad or trying to hide from Nicholas, she needed to feel safe and Nicholas seemed to understand the movement in some roundabout way.

"I guess I shouldn't be too surprised that you don't want to tell me stuff, or relax with me. But we need to be able to trust each other, Tameka. Tell me, honestly, what one thing could your Master do to demonstrate He is worthy of your trust, Tameka."

Tameka swallowed back the desire her cynical brain wanted to blurt out, well…you could try not kidnapping me and chaining me to your creepy basement with the fucked up lighting system…oh wait…

Tameka had to stop herself from giggling over her own thoughts, she felt very weird and let the silence linger awhile between them before she finally answered, “One thing? Stop making me feel helpless…” She mumbled and rocked back and forth a little, dropping her head to stem a sudden flow of tears.

“Oh what the…?” She sniffed, stopping herself short of swearing as she wiped her eyes furiously, angry at herself for simply bursting into unreasonable tears.

No, they weren’t in fact unreasonable, she knew the reason for them but she didn’t know if she wanted to share this information with Nicholas. In spite of her vehement rubbing, her eyes did not stop spilling tears although she did not even feel particularly sad.

“Dropping…” She muttered, wiping further tears, “I didn’t think it could happen to me, it’s not supposed to be real!” She wailed angrily.

“They all contested it in, a million BDSM chat rooms and asking questions and doing reading…and I am and I feel nothing at all!” She stomped her feet on the mattress in self frustration, “Sub dropping…” Tameka breathed out, “Is that what it is?”

She swallowed and looked at Nicholas slowly, her red rimmed eyes seemed lost and vulnerable and above all; afraid of how she’d started to feel, “Is that what this is?” She managed to choke out the whispered question to him.

 

[marauder13]

Nicholas saw the way Tameka was pulling herself into a ball, and looking somewhat distraught. Nicholas wracked his mind as to what could be going on. He was genuinely surprised at the way she looked, and the perceived way she felt. While she laid on the mat, she seemed a little distant. He started to question the wisdom of getting the bed ready and not remaining focused on Tameka.

He heard her words, enough to take them in and remember them as he frantically tried to solve the mystery before him. Tameka was crying, and further more she seemed angry or frustrated. He wasn't sure about the source of those emotions. They could be focused on either of them, or possibly both. Her hand wiped away the tears, as if they were offensive or maybe painful.

“Dropping…”

Nicholas swore internally at himself. He broke contact with her, not supporting or caring for her when she needed it. He didn't think that she was in such a strong need of that degree of aftercare. He had totally misread their earlier play, not seeing how strongly it effected her. Twice in two days he had failed her as her Master. He was not impressed with himself.

Again, her words were captured in his mind, this time he was more focused on her; what she was doing and saying. Problem solving could wait.

“I didn’t think it could happen to me, it’s not supposed to be real!”

“They all contested it in, a million BDSM chat rooms and asking questions and doing reading…and I am and I feel nothing at all!”

“Sub dropping… Is that what it is?”

Nicholas didn't say a word. He pulled Tameka's head closer to where he lay, resting her head on his arm like a pillow. He brought his knees up, using them to leverage her knees down. As he did so, he reached over and grabbed her backside and pulled her closer. Once she was almost in full body contact, he wrapped the other arm around her and held her tight.

"Tameka, I am sorry for failing you again." He kissed her forehead. He listened to the loud swallowing, and she looked up towards him. The woman who looked at him was nothing like the one he had been with not half an hour before. It was hard to tell what she was feeling, but what ever it was, it was not good for her.

“Is that what this is?”

"I think so, Tameka. In a strange way, I think it means you are adjusting quicker than I thought. You must of invested a lot of energy, and positive emotions into the play we had. More than I thought you would have." Nicholas sighed. "I didn't read you well enough, Tameka. If I had known, I would have stayed with you and put the bed together later. You must have reached quite a high, Tameka, to fall this hard. And I was not around to catch you."

Nicholas bent the short distance to bring his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle, caring and tender. He felt some relief as he kissed her, hoping that the genuine show of affection would help bring back some of her spark. When their lips parted, he started to caress her back, and rock her gently as a parent would a frightened child.

"You said that it was not supposed to be real, Tameka. But it is. A part of you truly believes it. Plus, it is real." He paused for a moment to catch his breath. "You will probably go through the same again in future. Together, we will make you reach great heights of pleasure. Afterward, I will be there to help you calm down safely. Because I don't want you to get hurt like this.

"I need you to trust me, Tameka. To tell me when I am doing something that you find enjoyable. Something that makes you feel cared for. I care about you, Tameka. I want you to explore what you are. To find out what makes you feel wonderful. But I can't do that without your help. Without you telling me how you feel. Whether you love something, hate it, or are just iffy about it."

He gently cupped her chin, guiding her to look at him. "Please, Tameka. I am asking you to help me to help you. If you do, it will be so much more wonderful for you."

 

[monique_minx]

Nicholas’ actions would normally have taken her by surprise but Tameka simply felt numb. He touched her and kissed her and held her and yet, she felt nothing. It was frustrating but she couldn’t muster the strength to care enough. Which left what? Tears streaming endlessly from her eyes and a blank expression of a woman who just couldn’t understand what was happening to her. He answered her question quickly but Tameka was shocked that he would admit failure and to say he was failing her for the second time. The apology was almost too much and brought more tears to her eyes, she sobbed out this tumult of feelings like the end of the world was at hand and she could not wipe them away fast enough.

"I think so, Tameka. In a strange way, I think it means you are adjusting quicker than I thought. You must of invested a lot of energy, and positive emotions into the play we had. More than I thought you would have. I didn't read you well enough, Tameka. If I had known, I would have stayed with you and put the bed together later. You must have reached quite a high, Tameka, to fall this hard. And I was not around to catch you."

“I just…” She said softly and he never let her finish, pressing his lips against hers in a gentle kiss which she accepted. There was no sparks for this kiss but Tameka found a thrill of another kind in it; something filled with warmth and comfort. The kind of kiss that tells you when you’re needed, to return, a kind of desperation that only comes with a fervent desire to make another feel better.

Their whisper of a kiss broke and Tameka felt some tension relieved in her shoulders as Nicholas stroked her back and allowed her to lean into the crook of his arm. To take strength in him. She needed that.

"You said that it was not supposed to be real, Tameka. But it is. A part of you truly believes it. Plus, it is real. You will probably go through the same again in future. Together, we will make you reach great heights of pleasure. Afterward, I will be there to help you calm down safely. Because I don't want you to get hurt like this.”

Tameka sobbed quietly, starting to feel the flow of the tears stem as she listened to his voice. It didn’t seem to matter what he said, it was just the fact that he was there; his hard body pressed against hers and the lilt of his voice soothing her tired and tense muscles one by one.

"I need you to trust me, Tameka. To tell me when I am doing something that you find enjoyable. Something that makes you feel cared for. I care about you, Tameka. I want you to explore what you are. To find out what makes you feel wonderful. But I can't do that without your help. Without you telling me how you feel. Whether you love something, hate it, or are just iffy about it."

Tameka nodded and he took her chin in his hand, guiding her to look at his face with her red rimmed eyes, she sniffed like a child post temper tantrum would with that innocent expression pasted on her visage.

"Please, Tameka. I am asking you to help me to help you. If you do, it will be so much more wonderful for you."

“I…” She searched his face and then dropped her eyes as she mumbled, “I enjoyed it. I didn’t want you to know. My…my body enjoyed the…the spanking and I-I’m…I mean I was, still am…embarrassed about it. I don’t know why I liked it, I mean my…why my body liked it. Got…turned on, aroused…I…” She trailed off, unsure of how wise it was to tell Nicholas all of this.

“I didn’t specifically, it still hurt like crazy but I…reacted to the pain, I guess. I still wanted to scream and cry and move away…but I just…I felt it…and it became a burn after the sting and I mean…I got really hot and then I just felt…flooded…down there.” She spoke as though it was bad and felt ridiculously humiliated as she stared into her lap.

Tameka couldn’t even call her own private parts by name in front of Nicholas, she’d always struggled to do that because it was something humiliating for her to say dirty words. Her stupid cunt didn’t get the message though, it had stopped for awhile but now it throbbed and reminded her of how unfulfilled she’d felt before. It forced her to squeeze her thighs together tightly and a bright red hue lit up her cheeks, she couldn’t meet his eyes then, she was too aware of herself and perhaps far more than she had ever been before.

Did Nicholas know that? She wondered silently, pleading for him to say something that would make this okay.

 

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Nicholas waited, just holding Tameka and caressing her gently. He knew she needed the aftercare, more so because of his earlier misjudgment. He found himself to be enjoying that part of their relationship as much as the other more physical parts. He could feel her starting to relax, to let the stress flow out of her. That made him feel even better, more of a Dominant.

Then came her words in response to his request. She was having trouble with it. He kept silent, rejoicing in how she was sharing that information with him. She explained how she felt, what it did for her. Nicholas listened openly, letting Tameka be aware that he was interested in not just what she was saying, but in how she was saying it too. He sincerely wanted her to feel comfortable telling him this, to make it easier for her to do it again later, when he asked her about anything.

When she spoke of her arousal, he saw the way her cheeks brightened. He wondered if that was a sign of her arousal, remembering how it felt and getting her body reacting, or if it was a sign of embarrassment. He left the room silent for a few seconds after Tameka finished speaking. He ceased caressing her to once more cup her chin, and guide her into a soft kiss.

"Tameka, thank you for sharing that with me. I felt that you had a difficult time telling me, but you managed to do so. I am proud of you, Tameka, for being able to overcome it." His fingertips gently brushed her cheek as his hand returned to her back, resuming his caressing.

"There is no reason for you to be embarrassed when talking about what we do together. One of the main reasons for you being here is to find out what you really like, what arouses you, and how best to use that knowledge. I want to know these things, Tameka. Actually I need to know them. I need to know them so I can make you cum. To know how to get you truly in the mood to enjoy what your body can do.

"Now that I know you get aroused by spanking, within a few days, we will do some erotic spanking. Where the intent is not to punish, but to arouse and enjoy."

Nicholas kissed her forehead, letting his words settle in Tameka's mind. All the while, he was pleased that she told him about the spanking. He wondered what it had done to her, and knowing that it got her hot and wet, he was looking forward to applying that knowledge to their mutual benefit. Images of Tameka being fired up after a spanking session, and how she would please him afterward started taking hold in his mind. That, in turn, made him harden, pressing against Tameka's body. Nicholas continued with his ministrations, while outwardly ignoring the biological reaction.

"Has there been anything else that effected you in a positive manner? Anything else that stirred your blood?

"But, to be fair, I should tell you about something that pleased me greatly. When you sucked my cock, Tameka. That was marvelous. No one has made me feel as you did then. I will definitely make good use of that talent in future. I can't even imagine what it will be like when you know how to do that for me when you know my likes."

Nicholas let his hand roam further down Tameka's body, gently caressing her buttock, feeling how it was after the spanking. He was also trying to gauge what reactions he would get from her. Seeing if it was still sensitive to erotic stimulus.

 

[monique_minx]

Nicholas brought his fingertips beneath her chin and gently guided her eyes up to look at him again. Her own eyes had dulled in the wake of her tears, she felt physically exhausted and mentally defeated by this so called ‘sub drop’ and she found herself wondering whether sub space was truly all the chat room submissives had built it up to be if this was the other half of the coin. It no longer sounded like such a great thing to Tameka.

"Tameka, thank you for sharing that with me. I felt that you had a difficult time telling me, but you managed to do so. I am proud of you, Tameka, for being able to overcome it."

A wrinkle of a smile appeared on her mouth and flitted away just as quickly when Nicholas shifted his hand to her back and resumed his tender caresses.

"There is no reason for you to be embarrassed when talking about what we do together. One of the main reasons for you being here is to find out what you really like, what arouses you, and how best to use that knowledge. I want to know these things, Tameka. Actually I need to know them. I need to know them so I can make you cum. To know how to get you truly in the mood to enjoy what your body can do.

"Now that I know you get aroused by spanking, within a few days, we will do some erotic spanking. Where the intent is not to punish, but to arouse and enjoy."

“Erotic spanking?…” She murmured curiously if not a little fearfully, unsure of the differences there. It was not nearly loud enough for Nicholas to hear as he leaned to press a kiss to her forehead and missed her muttered musing, in a way; Tameka was grateful because she didn’t think she could handle the answer just yet.

"Has there been anything else that effected you in a positive manner? Anything else that stirred your blood?”

Tameka shook her head to tell him she couldn’t think of anything at that moment. She had been surprised by her reaction to pain but absolutely floored by her reactions to objectification and humiliation. She wasn’t ready to share that with Nicholas and she doubted that she would ever be ready to tell him or anyone else.

"But, to be fair, I should tell you about something that pleased me greatly. When you sucked my cock, Tameka. That was marvellous. No one has made me feel as you did then. I will definitely make good use of that talent in future. I can't even imagine what it will be like when you know how to do that for me when you know my likes."

Tameka blushed brightly at the bold way Nicholas told her that, no man had ever been so forthcoming with his estimation of her sexual talents and while she couldn’t help but glow in light of such a compliment, she also felt embarrassed. She had always loved to give head and had worked up the courage to try many different tricks on Ben, he’d enjoyed being her guinea pig for things she’d thought up in her head or seen in various porn flicks; BDSM ones for the most part of course. She’d longed to live in those movies and looked over at Ben many times while they watched together, she knew then as she knew now that Ben would never measure up to her estimation of a Dominant. He was far too easily manipulated, never pushed her to try harder when she was afraid and was always relenting to her wishes. Tameka saw a clear picture of what she wanted and now, she had it in Nicholas and feared it so much that she ran from it. Well, she wasn’t running anymore…

His fingers brought her from her thoughts as they travelled down to her raw bottom, the welts were now swollen and an angry shade of crimson as Nicholas’ fingers sought them out.

“Thank you…for the compliment…Sir.” She mumbled and bit her bottom lip nervously, his fingers weren’t pressing hard enough to cause any pain but it was unnerving to have him search her ass in this way, so very personally.

Tameka dropped her eyes away from Nicholas for fear of stirring tears again and she felt her body become very leaden and weighed down. The exertion it took to survive the spanking has been mentally draining and now she was really starting to feel how it had worn her body out as well. She slowly leaned into Nicholas and relaxed a little as his heartbeat pressed to her ear, she had never wanted to just shut her eyes and sleep more in her life. Ben had certainly never worn her out like this before.

“Sorry Master…I feel so…tired…” She blushed, Tameka felt like a small child who’d stayed up an hour later than she should have. Her eyes continuously shut and reopened as she tried to stay awake in Nicholas’ arms.

 

[marauder13]

Nicholas was enjoying the way that Tameka's face brightened when he complimented her. She deserved every word he told her about how she pleased him orally. When added to the smile that she overlooked, she looked wonderful to Nicholas. It also helped stir his cock into life again, making it stand firmer.

“Thank you…for the compliment…Sir.”

"Well, you earned it, my lovely slave."

He let his eyes drift closed, focusing on Tameka's scent. The smell of her hair was strong, and he caught some of her skin's fragrance as well. Without the distractions of his eyes, he could also catch traces of Tameka's excitement wafting from between her legs. The knowledge of what he was doing with her was exciting her filled Nicholas with joy. There were so many things that they did in play that he longed for them to do for real. He was so confident that Tameka would enjoy a majority of it without any real effort on his part, and the rest he could safely assist her in pushing her limits.

“Sorry Master…I feel so…tired…”

Nicholas smiled warmly, leaving another kiss on her forehead. His fingertips traced swirling patterns over the skin of her forehead and cheek.

"Well, I suppose I should let you sleep a little then. But there is something else you need to do before that happens, Tameka."

He rolled her onto her back, then slide between her legs, but sitting up on his knees rather than lying over her. He grabbed her ankles, and lifted her legs up so her feet were resting against his chest. Before she had much time to react, he pushed himself forward, pushing her feet up closer to her head. He came to rest on his hands, his arms locking her legs in position. He paused as her ass was lifted off the bed, aligning himself with Tameka's pussy.

"I said that you would please me, Tameka, and I desire to be pleased again before you rest."

He thrust himself deep into her, feeling the top of his cock rubbing her hard as he plunged into her. Due to the angle, he also went deeper than he had before. Nicholas allowed himself to enjoy the way she gripped him with her hot, wet tunnel. He gave her a few moments to adjust to the new position, before he launched himself into a thorough fucking. His hips lifted and dropped, driving his hard, fleshy rod into Tameka. His breath was loud, in sync with his movements. He was lost in a sea of lust as he took his pleasure with her pinned beneath him. His confidence grew that he could see how much Tameka was enjoying being submissive to him. It magnified the whirlpool of sensations rushing about him, carrying him into the vortex of true pleasure.

Nicholas was only aware of hitting his peak when he felt the initial passage of his cum through his cock. He opened his eyes, looking down on Tameka as he fought to retain his vision. The heights he struck made everything blur, and his ears fill with a roaring sound that defied any further categorization. When the blurring passed, he was smiling from ear to ear. Without any consideration for Tameka, he leant down and kissed her roughly, and passionately. The kiss demanded that she take part, and he wasn't taking no for an answer. His lips pressed cruelly against hers, as his tongue sort hers out.

As quickly he started the kiss, he stopped it. He pulled back enough to let her breath without too much difficulty, staring at her with undisguised lust. He disentangled them, dropping back onto the bed beside Tameka. He gathered her up in his arms, enjoying feeling her hot, sweaty body pressed against his.

"Sleep well, Tameka. You have pleased your Master greatly."

 

[monique_minx]

Tameka didn’t have to open her eyes to see his smile, as she felt his lips press to her forehead, she started to relax even more with the idea of a comfortable night’s sleep. If in fact, it was actually night. Tameka didn’t know anymore but she cared a lot less than she had days ago. She felt his fingertips on her cheek and forehead, it felt…nice, soothing almost and Tameka felt a slight smile cross her lips for a moment.

"Well, I suppose I should let you sleep a little then. But there is something else you need to do before that happens, Tameka."

“Mmm?” Tameka made the tired little questioning sound as Nicholas rolled her off him and onto her back.

She felt him slide away without a word but her eyes remained closed until she felt him move her legs up and against his chest. Her eyes slowly opened as Nicholas thrust her legs forward, her knees bending as her spine curved and her ass lifted off the bed with the angle. Tameka found herself suddenly wide awake and quite trapped beneath Nicholas as his arms locked her legs into place. Tameka whimpered softly, looking up into his eyes questioningly as he focused on aligning himself with her soaked entrance. His answer to her silent question finally came.

"I said that you would please me, Tameka, and I desire to be pleased again before you rest."

Tameka didn’t have much time to argue, complain or respond at all before Nicholas thrust deep into her and knocked the air from her lungs in one smooth motion. A loud gasp was her utterance, she was in shock of the act and how deep he plunged into her. Tameka’s cunt muscles spasmed and gripped the intruder tightly, she felt truly used this time and the blood rushed to her cheeks in embarrassment over her own arousal. No one had ever really fucked her unprepared or when she had been sleepy, Ben wouldn’t have dared but Nicholas didn’t seem to care in the slightest. He didn’t wait for her to say yes or even open her eyes! At the same time, she was annoyed with him for taking full advantage of her exhausted condition, she wanted to hit him or push him away, do something proactive but the idea of sleeping on concrete after this was just unbearable for her.

Nicholas finally started to move inside her, pulling back and driving deep enough to knock the wind out of her. She hated that he could force moans from her as he fucked her, the angle he hit her on had him rubbing her g spot every time and Tameka started out trying to hold back the moans but soon found herself giving it up as it became too much.

It would turn out to be her undoing as her climax built high as the first jet of Nicholas’ seed splashed against her inner walls and he slowed instantly, her cunt began to throb around his shaft, the sensation ran up to her chest and into her brain. She felt that she had a heartbeat pounding in her ears and Tameka released a soft whimper. She was forced to forget it as Nicholas placed further pressure on her legs by leaning forward, her muscles screamed in pain as his lips crushed to hers and Tameka hardly kissed him back at all. She wanted nothing more than to push him away and curl up in a protective ball, she felt violated and abused. The fact that it aroused her further? Only angered her more, she wasn’t sure if she was more angry with him or herself however.

He, thankfully, didn’t let the kiss last too long and Tameka took a deep breath as he pulled back and her legs were relieved of the agonizing position. Nicholas was staring at her in a way that would ordinarily make her blush or flaunt herself but in this case, she couldn’t find the will to care. He finally freed her of the position entirely and dropped beside her, pulling her sweating body close to his in a tight embrace. Tameka was just breathing heavily, in shock of everything that had just occurred so quickly as she struggled to come to grips with it mentally.

"Sleep well, Tameka. You have pleased your Master greatly."

Sleep? Tameka just stared into space against his chest, slumped in his arms having completely forgotten that she was tired at all. Her eyes closed and she found herself reliving the entire sex scene all over again, hearing her own moans and seeing Nicholas’ lustful gaze lingering on her skin. She felt the throbbing between her legs and their mingling juices slipping down her inner thigh, Tameka finally just decided she would be better off asleep and started counting sheep jumping fences, they all turned into her; naked and jumping fences for Nicholas. Tameka’s eyes screwed up and she fell into a light slumber, filled with gratuitous and indecent imagery that made little sense at all.

 

[marauder13]

Nicholas relaxed his tight grip on Tameka, but still held her in a more comforting manner. He allowed himself to relax with her, not to let his arousal get the better of him. The knowledge that she was there, naked and more than willing to let him enjoy her sexually was a very difficult thought to counter. But this was new and exciting for him. To finally have her with him, obeying him, learning to be his slave.

'No, learning to accept the true submissive in herself. She is being my slave as part of her training.'

He allowed himself to calm down, relax as he felt Tameka do the same. Exhaustion finally claimed her, and she slept in his arms. He softly stroked her hair, soothing her as she slept and dreamed. He shut his own mind down, focusing on recovering his own energy, and making Tameka feel comforted and protected during her sleep.

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Nicholas snapped himself back to a state of full consciousness. He was confused initially as to where he was, and what had happened. He quickly realized that he had fallen asleep too, and he had no idea how long the two of them had slept. Nicholas smiled as his head returned to the mattress. Together, they were both comfortable enough with each other to allow them to sleep. He definitely enjoyed the feel of Tameka beside him, using him for warmth, comfort and a pillow.

He decided that it was time for Tameka to wake up as well. But he wanted to enjoy her in the process. He let his free hand softly explore her body. With his palm and fingers in contact with her, his hand roamed whatever parts of her body he could reach. His hand slid lightly over her contours, getting to know the shape of her body better. He also loved the feel of her skin. It was smooth for the most part, and the occasion little mole or other blemish that would make a unique addition to her lovely terrain.

He continued to explore her body, with a slightly varied pressure of touch as his hand shifted over her naked body. The places where she was firm and well toned contrasted wonderfully against those places where she was softer; her body showing more give to pressure, being more malleable to the touch. He never sought out specific, more sexual places, but if such a place fell within his reach, he explored it as well, though not penetrating anywhere.

When she finally stirred, and was coherent enough to register, Nicholas kissed her forehead, then gently tilted her head back and claimed her lips in a gentle caress of his lips. He felt his heart flutter a little as he kissed her tenderly, as new lovers normally would engage in such a kiss. His long held desire for her as a lover was gaining strength, and he tried his best to harness those emotions to better aid in the training he was giving her. Not even his raging lust for the sexy woman sharing the bed could stop his taking delight in the quiet time together, or the gentle activities he had thought of doing with her after she had eaten.

"Good afternoon, sleeping beauty. Are you feeling nicely refreshed after your sleep?" Nicholas kept his voice natural, which was helped by his honest asking of the question. "If you continue to be a good slave for the remainder of the day, Tameka, I will reward you with the ability to shower whenever you desire it."

He remained silent, letting her think it over while he revised his plans for the rest of the day. He would make sure that if she was rewarded as he said, that she earned it fully.

 

[monique_minx]

The first few moments were hazy for Tameka, she stumbled through a house she didn’t recognize and saw shadows everywhere. When the dream shifted scenarios, she was being chased through dark hallways by someone she didn’t or couldn’t see. She ended up on grass, the greenest grass she’d ever seen and laid down on it; struggling to catch her breath as she rolled from side to side. Outside of her mind, her body was doing something similar as she moaned softly where Nicholas’ hand roamed and her limb stretched or fell sideways, lifted or tingled beneath his touch.

“Nnnehhh…” Tameka mumbled as her eyes attempted to open, her mind unwilling to tear from the dream as a kiss was pressed to her forehead and her lashes fluttered open. Her neck was tilted at an angle and the moment her eyes opened, Nicholas’ lips pressed to her own in a tender kiss. Tameka allowed it and then returned it while her mind struggled to catch up to her body.

Nicholas broke off to speak to her then, "Good afternoon, sleeping beauty. Are you feeling nicely refreshed after your sleep?"

Tameka nodded slightly in his arms and murmured a soft reply, “Yes Sir.”

"If you continue to be a good slave for the remainder of the day, Tameka, I will reward you with the ability to shower whenever you desire it."

Tameka bit into her bottom lip nervously, there was nothing up to this point that hadn’t been earned or taken as a consequence and she knew without doubt that simply being good wouldn’t suffice; this would involve something challenging for Tameka. She couldn’t help but think of earlier, before she had slept and she looked down at her legs which were splayed in a clumsy array. The inside of her thigh had a line of dried cum which had obviously leaked from between her legs, she blushed slightly and looked down at the sheets of the bed beneath her; she could really use a shower.

Tameka disliked the waiting that Nicholas put her through, she had been there for days and in that time; he’d only allowed her to shower once. Her legs were becoming prickly and there was an overwhelming feeling of simple disgust with the knowledge that she hadn’t showered in some time.

At the same time, she felt a roar of anger welling up inside her over the way he’d taken her before she’d slept. Tameka remembered being extremely tired and he had used her for his own gratification. At that point, Tameka shifted her legs and winced in agony, her bottom was bruised beyond imagination and the muscles in her calves were stiff and protested violently against the movement. Tameka’s eyes drifted down to the manacle and further across to the padlock binding it to her foot; she was no locksmith but even she knew that would be near impossible to pick and Tameka had only ever tried it once with paperclips on a very simple diary lock. Tameka’s eyes locked onto the steel of the manacle, she wondered if it could be cut through or if at least, the bindings of the padlock could somehow be sawed through…

‘Or, I could cooperate with Nicholas until he trusts me enough to free me from this room and this chain’, Tameka thought to herself.

‘Oh yeah? And you’re gonna control your anger how exactly? You’ve never been a good liar Tameka and you’ve never been able to hold that one emotion back. Not anger, of all things. Even you knew that you’d never make a good submissive unless someone would drag you into line continuously, you’ve never self disciplined like that before and if you weren’t trying to act so much then Nicholas would have had to beat you red raw five times over by now…per day!’ The voice told her smugly.

‘I…I can…I mean, I will…I could…’ Tameka’s response came back feeble and weak, ‘I can do it…’

‘You’re adapting Tameka, we’re melding, Aly’s weaknesses…my weaknesses…and your submissive strength? We’re almost like one whole now and Aly can’t, you’re not real, I am…you’re just a name in this. I’m not capable of it yet, I’m not like you, I’ve never had to discipline myself.’ The voice told her in return, it was true, Alyria had never had to so much as diet because her metabolism worked so fast. Therefore, she‘d never had to discipline herself to exercise or diet, to cut back or even pray every night. Alyria never had a routine before Nicholas started to enforce one on her. The voice continued, ‘I can’t do it and if I can’t, then we can’t. I’ll…I’ll make an outburst soon, I won’t be able to help it…I’m sorry.’ Alyria’s voice whispered inside her head sadly.

“I’ll do my best, Master.” Tameka said softly, wiping away a tear from her eye discreetly and then looking up at Nicholas’ face.