by Jesse Jordan
It's the biggest reason I've been so unsure about which side I'm on. It's all well and good to talk about being one of the good guys when you're in a nice antiseptic classroom in Quantico and you've got some stoolie who used to be the man before he got his ass in a sling and came running to Uncle Sam telling you about how bad the bad guys are. It's something else when you know that at least ten of the motherfuckers who voted on the appropriations bill that paid for your paycheck are customers of the same bad guys. Tough on crime my ass, they're tough on the criminals who won't play ball with them, that's all. Soon as you demand that Senators start paying retail for their sins, your ass is in a sling.
But now... I don't know. Being with Jessica, I've started to wonder. Sure, keeping her as my 'slave' for sure means that I'm a full fledged criminal now, I mean slavery is kinda against the fucking Constitution. But she makes me wonder about what the hell I've been doing. I have to figure out something, and I guess it's easier that Jessica's gone. I'll need the time to think, to plan, and to prepare myself for what most likely will end up with someone, or more than one someone, dead.
I drive back to my villa, hitting the remote control on the front gate, grateful at least that Jessica closed the door behind her when she left. I go up the stairs, each step feeling like a thousand pounds, and before I open the door I look out over the hills, where I'm sure she is now. “Good luck, Jessica. You were... you were worth every euro.”
I unlock and open my door, shocked by what I see. Instead of an empty, ransacked house, Jessica's dressed in my newest outfit for her, a light tan billowy skirt of unbleached cotton and a pale gray sleeveless blouse, standing over the stove in her bare feet, frying something. “Jessica?”
She turns, a smile coming to her face as she takes the pan off the fire and I smell the scent of herbs, olive oil, and toast. “Welcome home Master. How was your business?”
I close my door, taking two tries to put my keys back in my pocket, still blinking in shock. “What... what are you doing here?”
“Making lunch Master,” Jessica says, pouring the pan of toasted chunks of bread onto a sheet tray and putting them in the oven. “I'm sorry, I thought I'd have this done before you got home, but the bread needed more toasting. Would you like something besides panzanella?”
“No... no, that's just fine,” I reply wonderingly. “Thank you.”
Jessica gulps, then lowers her eyes. “I'm sorry Master, but I don't deserve your thanks. I left my room without your permission and... well, you can see the bag on the table.”
I go into the dining room, where I see my duffel bag in the middle of the table, a silent confession to what Jessica nearly did. I unzip the top and look inside, a knot working itself into a ball in my chest before loosening. She stayed. She stayed!
I take the bag to Jessica's room and set it on her bed, then go to the kitchen where she's still cooking, slicing up tomatoes with one of the kitchen knives that I'd previously not let her use. I cross my arms, forcing myself to put on a stern look. “Jessica. Set the knife down and look at me.”
She sets the knife down immediately and turns, her gray eyes swimming with doubt as I look at her. “Yes, Master?”
“When I left, you were in your room, yes?”
“Yes, Master.”
I nod, then let a whisper of a smile come onto my face. “And you passed my test. You didn't leave, you were a good slave.”
“I nearly did, Master,” Jessica says. “I'm sorry.”
I nod, and go over, grabbing a handful of her hair and forcing her head back before kissing her hard, our tongues clashing and wrapping around each other. She moans into my mouth, and I know that I was more correct than ever. She's unique, one of a kind. Two hundred and fifty thousand euro was a bargain for this woman.
“You still need to be punished, you know,” I growl when I let go of her hair and step back. “You left your room to nearly run away, you touched the knives I haven't let you use... and you took my money.”
“I know, Master.”
I watch her, warmth growing in my chest. I purse my lips, lifting an eyebrow. “So just how should I punish you?”
Jessica holds herself perfectly still, her eyes gleaming in fear and happiness as I think. Finally, I smirk. “I have a few ideas. First, you lose the right to clothing, other than your outdoor sandals, for the next twenty four hours. So go take off that dress, put it and the rest of the items in the bag away, and come back. We'll have lunch, and then we'll take care of the rest of your punishment. Understood?”
“Yes Master,” Jessica says, a wide, joyful smile lighting up her face as she gleefully prepares to accept her 'punishment.' Seriously, there's no other woman in the world like her.
“Good. You have five minutes, or else your bread's going to burn. Now go.”
I strip the fold down bed, Jessica swallowing nervously when I fold up the sheets and point. “Get on. On your knees, hands behind your back, wrists crossed.”
Jessica nods, I told her at lunch that once we came in here she wasn't allowed to speak except to answer a question, and she obeys perfectly. Kneeling, she's scared and nervous as I go over to my cabinet and take the ropes off the wall. They're kinder than what some people use, silk instead of harsh jute or manila, but useless pain is not my goal here. The goal is restriction, taking away her freedom of movement and to teach her control of her body.
I start with her wrists, looping the rope around slowly, each layer binding her tighter, tighter. I don't have the time for intricate weaving patterns, but I still make sure that Jessica is bound securely before I take her hair and tie a short cord into it before pulling her head back and then fastening it to her wrists. If she bends her head forward, she'll pull on her shoulders. If she keeps her wrists down, her neck will be stretched. Uncomfortable, but not injurious.
I keep going, binding her legs next using the eyelets on my wall and at the corners of the bed to keep her perfectly in the middle, her ass up, her pussy already gleaming and dripping down the inside of her thigh as I strip all the way and come around to her head. “Look at me, slave.”
She turns her head carefully, hissing when her wrists are pulled, but I was careful. When she's looking at me I nod. “You will not have a safe word for this. But, if you are truly injured, you are to tell me. The ropes will hold you, but if your legs or hands go painfully numb, you are ordered to tell me. Understand?”
“Yes Master,” she says, her eyes roaming over my body.
“Look forward,” I order, and she obeys while I go over to the tool rack, taking off my cat o' nine tails. The first lash is the hardest to make her jump, but I've whipped too many people to actually injure her. The skin on her back and ass redden, but I control the lashes just right, not letting them cut her at all. With each strike she hisses, but I can see her pussy, and I watch her face carefully, she's being driven wild by it.
“You may speak, slave.” I command as I put the cat away. Her entire back from her shoulder blades to her ass is pinkish red, and my cock is aching, hard and stiff in front of me as I look at her beautiful figure. “You took that well.”
“Please Master... punish me more,” Jessica half moans, half sobs. “Please.”
“You have no idea,” I growl, getting on the bed behind her. I reach for the emergency scissors and cut the cord holding her hair to her wrists, I want her to be able to look if she wants to.
Jessica howls in lust and a little bit of pain as I grab her waist and slam my cock into her, all the way to my base in one hard stroke. Her pussy is something I've never thought possible, we've fucked at least fifty times or more since she submitted to me, but her pussy is perfect. She wraps her body around me as I thrust, with just the right amount of tightness that it's heaven with each and every stroke, and best of all, she loves it no matter how fast or slow, how hard or teasingly soft I go. Jessica cries out again with my second thrust, looking back over her shoulder with tears in her eyes. “Yes Master! Fuck me!”
“Take it, slave,�
�� I grunt, not slowing down. I thrust hard and fast, driving my cock as deep and as hard as I can into her heavenly body, my hands gripping tightly at her waist. A thought, a desire comes to me and I slow down, pulling back but keeping my cock still inside her as I stop.
“Master?” she asks, her body galvanizing when she feels my thumb rub over the puckered ring of her asshole. A soul deep moan rumbles in her chest, and I can feel her try to push back, but she can't because of the ropes. “Ohhhhh, Master.....”
I push my thumb in at the same time I slide my cock deeper inside her pussy, Jessica's eyes rolling up in her head as she feels the dual invasions. Using the grip that her ass gives me I fuck her hard again, finding that pace that I want. The training room fills with the sound of our hips slapping together, the sound of our quickening breath, and the sound of my cock being sucked in and out of her sopping wet pussy.
“You like it, don't you?” I growl, pulling my thumb out of Jessica's ass with an audible plop and grabbing the ponytail of her hair. “Whose slave are you?”
“Master's,” Jessica moans, trembling on the edge as my cock pounds her perfect pussy.
“By your own choice?” I demand, letting a question from my own deeper emotions in. Jessica nods, and I pull her hair tighter. “Say it!”
“I choose you, Master. Only you,” she moans, her eyes showing me something that both scares and elates me. No way can this be happening, not now, but I'll take it.
“And you're going to be a good slave from now on, right?”
“Yes Master,” Jessica whines, her body trembling on overload. “Please Master... please, let me come....”
“After I come,” I order, shoving her head away and seizing her hips, abandoning myself to fucking her as hard as I can. She's otherworldly, the body that was made to take everything I have to give, and I'm caught up in pure bliss as my cock is massaged and gripped by her body. I pour myself into her, closing my eyes and feeling myself for the first time in my life totally comfortable with a partner. Jessica takes my pounding and takes me for who I am, not asking anything more.
“Soon,” I promise her as I feel my cock swell, my balls aching for release. Still, I discipline myself by focusing on listening for Jessica's breathing, listening to her cries as my eyes close... and I'm there. I come, feeling hot jets of my cream fill her body as I empty myself totally to her. I realize that after having so much sex that there's a chance that she could get pregnant from all this... but for the first time in my life, that doesn't seem like such a bad thing.
Jessica gasps, moaning deeply as I feel her pussy tighten around my cock as she starts to come, and I relish the feeling of her caught helpless in her own orgasm as the ropes hold her totally immobile. She tosses her head though, crying out my name in reverence as I hold myself inside her before she sobs, putting her head on the mattress and her back heaving. I pull out, rubbing her back as I stretch out on the bed next to her, watching her carefully as she trembles and cries.
“It's okay, Jessica. I'm here, and I'm going to take care of you.”
“I know,” she finally whispers, turning to look at me. “Thank you, Master. For everything. For punishing me for being bad. For taking me in, for giving me so much. For teaching me so much. Thank you.”
I smile and lean in, kissing her bewitching lips before pulling back, grinning evilly. “Who says that your punishment's over yet?”
I climb off the bed and go over to my shelf, thinking before I pick up the small remote controlled vibrator and the lockable 'chastity belt.' I carry it over and slide the small electric green egg inside before wrapping the leather belt around Jessica and locking it closed. I hold up the remote, Jessica's eyes going wide as I hit the button and the device turns on low for a moment before I turn it back off and reach for the first knot on her upper body, starting the slow process of freeing her. “Now... now we can do your real punishment. Let's say... four hours? Until after dinner?”
Jessica smiles, nodding. “Thank you Master.”
“And you better not soil my harness. Or else.”
“Yes Master. I'll be a good slave,” Jessica says, smiling happily.
I smile back, stroking her sweaty, sex blushed cheek. “I know you will.”
Jessica
“Would you like to start doing work outside?” Rodrigo asks as he finishes tying his shoes. I stop, setting down the cloth that I'm using to dust the living room table, shocked.
“You mean it, Master?” I ask, my heart catching. “You want me to leave the house without you?”
Rodrigo nods, patting the cushion on the couch next to him, smiling. He smiles more now, and as I greet nearly close to three months since I came to his house, I'm finding myself looking forward to that smile more and more. It's not his seductive smile, or the smile he gives me while we're training together. It's his smile, the one that says that he's actually pleased and happy with me. I get up and settle down next to him, where he puts a warm, protective arm around me. “You've been here a while, yes?”
“Yes Master. About two and a half months.”
Rodrigo nods, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “And you've shown yourself to be trustworthy. You've earned it, and you said that you wanted to have a chance to make a little garden, right? So, yesterday when I was out I stopped by a farming supply shop and talked to the owner. I didn't buy anything, but I want to discuss that with you. If you want, maybe we'll go get the supplies this afternoon. Go, get your outdoor shoes, and I'll meet you outside.”
Rodrigo gives me a kiss on the temple and pats my butt as I go, thrilling me as much as the promise of a trip outside the walls of the villa. I hurry back to my room, changing my socks and grabbing my outdoor shoes which are very useful when the rains come through. I hurry to the stairs and sit down, putting them as Rodrigo watches with a bemused expression as he stands in the middle of the parking area between the warehouse and the house, the sun shining down on his jet black hair and broad shoulders like an entertained demigod. “Saving yourself some work for later?”
I laugh, nodding. “Of course. I might enjoy keeping you happy, but that doesn't mean I like doing the mopping more than I have to!”
I hurry down the steps to meet Rodrigo in the courtyard, where he and I walk. “I wanted you outside for another reason,” he says as we go around the walled area. “In addition to working outside, I wanted to ask you if you're willing to accept more privileges.”
“With new responsibilities?” I ask, and Rodrigo nods. “I'm interested, Master.”
Rodrigo grins, and reaches into his pocket, taking out an inch wide metal choker, either in steel or silver I'm not sure. It looks like wire mesh, but it's decorated, the holes in the mesh bunching together in places to form designs. He pulls it through, and I can see one of the decorations, it's his initials. “This... I've had this for a few years now. The person I was with at the time, I thought she was strong enough to accept this. She wasn't. It's the first big step for me, Jessica. I've called you my slave, I've called you my pet. But this.... this is truly real to me, play time is in some ways over. If you accept this, there's a promise of a bond that's going to form between us. And a promise that you have to make me.”
“What's that, Master?” I ask, and Rodrigo takes my hand.
“Jessica, if you accept this, it marks you as mine, totally and fully to the whole world. This collar, it doesn't come off except when I remove it to wash your neck. And no matter what the order, no matter what I request you to do, you promise to do it. No restrictions on any order I give you.”
“Including your promises not to lend me out or have me become a whore or a killer?” I ask nervously, and Rodrigo nods.
“You've trusted me with your body, now you have to trust me with your dignity,” Rodrigo says. “If you do, here's what you get in return. Total and complete freedom to move within the walls of the villa, and the ability to go outside the walls as long as I escort you until you have learned enough Italian so that you don't stick out like a tourist. I wi
ll take you at your word on this.”
I blink, a million thoughts running through my brain all at the same time. The fact is, since my scourging, I've never been happier, or more confused, in my entire life. Each day is a focused haze, waking up with only the thought of serving my Master on my mind, seeing what I can do to make him smile, to please him... and yes, to feel his almost divine cock somewhere on my body. To feel him fucking me, to see the pleasure on his face as he comes and to feel the release as he lets me come too. He's a good Master, always letting me come too, sometimes more often than he does even. The outside world is just sort of some sort of secondary, almost imaginary world. Politics, religion, prime time television, even my now abandoned doctorate... it just doesn't matter as much as Rodrigo. It's nothing like what I thought my life would be like when I got on the plane in Newark to start my 'European adventure,' but... but I'm happy.
“I have a question, Master. What about my room? Is that still a safe space?”
Rodrigo shakes his head. “No, Jessica. If you take this, if I give this to you, this means total, complete submission. The only safe area you will have is in your safe word within our training room. With complete submission has to come complete trust. I won't make that mistake again.”
Part of me wonders what he means, but then I realize... it doesn't fucking matter. What matters is the collar, and what Rodrigo is trusting me with. I nod, pulling my hair up and exposing my throat. “I'm yours, Master. I swear it before any and all if you want me to.”
I can feel a slight tremor in Rodrigo's hands as he puts the collar around my neck, and the click as the lock attaches. It's not heavy, but still the weight of it is strangely lightening to my heart and in a fit of giddiness, I put my arms around Rodrigo's neck and kiss him softly. His hands rest on my hips for a moment before pulling me to him, and I melt into the power of his charisma. “On your knees.”