by Vera Roberts
Sanora’s villa was a mansion. It was big, and spread over two acres and boasted of many rooms. There was a wine cellar in the basement filled with wines from all over the world. A full-service gym was located on the one of the wings along with a steam room. Her villa was fully staffed with a 24-hour chef, butler, and a maid. She lived right above the Mediterranean Sea on a cliff and her neighbors were celebrity darlings and other rich and powerful.
“Make yourself at home and relax a little. Everything will be at your disposal.” Sanora walked over to the dining room and opened the French doors leading to the balcony. “For now, just relax. You’re home.”
Scott followed Sanora outside to the balcony. There was a slight breeze and it felt good blowing through his hair. He dropped his shoulders and finally relaxed. Sanora explained to him there were no TVs, phones, or any other form of outside communication inside her villa. It was a place to get away, not to stay connected. “I love it already.”
“As you should.” Sanora lifted her chin and let the sun kiss her face. “As you should, Scott.”
“So what are your plans for me?” Scott asked. He had to know.
“You’re going to go through probably the most intense life training you’ve ever had in your entire existence.” Sanora lifted her hands and felt the breeze flow through her fingers. “It’ll hurt, it’ll feel great, it’ll feel like the highest of the highs.”
“And the lowest of the lows?” Scott added.
Sanora turned towards him. “You’ve already experienced that. There’s no need to repeat it.”
Scott remembered why Sanora was pushing him to trust her. She was going to open him to some things he might not be ready for. But She also knew he wasn’t going to say no and hop on the next flight back to Los Angeles. He knew what was waiting for him there. He wasn’t ready to face it. “When does this training begin?”
“Whenever you’re ready for it,” One of Sanora’s subs brought over wine glasses for Her and Scott, “no rush.”
Scott took a sip of the wine. It was sweet and tasted of summer and hopeful dreams. “What’s involved in the training?”
“A little bit of this, a little bit of that. A whole bunch of everything.” Sanora’s lips curled up into a smile. “It’ll be fun.”
Scott knew Sanora was being intentionally vague. It was something he would eventually get used to. “For who?” Scott questioned.
Sanora sipped her wine. “All of us.”
****
After dinner, Scott went into his bedroom and laid down on the bed. Scott undressed and climbed into bed. Sanora promised him something intense and life-changing. He hoped she was right.
He stared up at the ceiling and wondered what his life had become. When he graduated from USC, he only hoped to score a good position at great company. Maybe if he met the right one, he would settle down, have the house with the picket fence, and the 2.5 kids like everyone else. It was his goal in life to blend in, not stand out.
Caprina killed that dream for him. No matter where he went from that moment on, he would always be known as the guy who was dumped by Caprina Waters. Fucking cunt.
The sadness and despair he once had was soon replaced with fury and disgust. If Caprina was a man, he would sock her. But she wasn’t a man and worst yet, she had a lot of connections. Jeff encouraged Scott to sell his story to the highest bidder but Scott refused. He wanted to forget her and make everything – including Caprina – go away.
One day, his wish would be fulfilled.
****
Scott woke up to the sounds of grunting and slapping. He sat up in bed and tried to listen more what was going on. It wasn’t ongoing and pretty sporadic. He briefly thought it was someone having sex and laid back down in bed. But a sudden yelp from outside his room told him it wasn’t sex. Something more sinister was going on.
Scott quickly got up and put on a pair of pants. He rushed out of his bedroom and searched for the mysterious sounds. He finally traced it back to the master bedroom – Sanora’s room. Her door was opened and the room was lit by the cackling fire. Scott walked closer to Sanora’s bedroom and stood by the entryway. He was confused by what he saw.
Sanora was wearing a tight purple corset with black lace panties. She wore leather thigh-high boots. Her back was facing Scott and one of Her subs was tied down to a long table. It seemed if Sanora’s hands were moving in a rapid fashion from left to right as the sub twisted and twitched his body on the table. Sanora’s other two subs were sitting in chairs, watching.
“Are we disturbing you, Scott?” Sanora yelled out to him. She remained focused on the task at hand.
“I heard a noise and wanted to check it out, Mistress,” he replied.
Sanora stopped moving Her hands and turned to face hew newest sub. “Come closer,” She beckoned.
Scott walked over and joined the Mistress. He looked down at the sub before him. He was only wearing a collar around his neck and black briefs. His arms were over his head and his legs were spread and bounded down. He waited until Sanora spoke first before he asked any questions. He knew the protocol.“What do you think I’m doing to him?”
“I have no idea, Mistress,” Scott admitted.
“I’m torturing my sweet baby boy,” Sanora purred. She ran her fingers up and down the young sub’s body. The sub once again twisted and jerked his body but it was to no avail. It didn’t take Scott long to figure out what was going on. Sanora was tickling the young man. He was surprisingly fascinated by what he saw. “He loves it when his Mistress tortures him, don’t you, Eduardo?” Sanora laughed as she kept tickling him.
“Yes, Mistress,” the young man replied as he tried to escape Her fingers.
“He likes this?” Scott asked.
“Well, of course he does,” Sanora smiled as She continued to tickle Her sub. “Don’t you, sweetie?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Eduardo breathed.
Scott was dumbfounded. He had been tortured by Caprina but it was never anything pleasant. Sanora was giving Her sub pleasure. “Fascinating,” he said under baited breath.
“I think so,” Sanora agreed.
Scott looked over at the other subs who were watching. “Do they like being tortured as well?”
“It depends. Dominic likes pain so I go really hard on him,” She pointed to the young brunette sitting on the left. “And Jay likes it when we wax play.” She motioned to the young blond sitting beside Dominic. “Come to mention it, I kinda like the wax play, myself.”
“Wax play?” Scott was unfamiliar with the terminology.
“You’ll learn about it later,” Sanora promised. She stopped tickling Eduardo and smiled at Scott. “Did you want to practice?”
“Um, no thank you, Mistress,” Scott politely declined. “I should be heading back to bed. It was a long flight.”
“Very well,” Sanora resumed tickling Eduardo. “Sweet dreams, Scott.”
“Sweet dreams, Mistress,” Scott slightly bowed to her and headed back to his room.
“Mistress?” Dominic asked Sanora.
“Yes, baby?”
“What do you plan on doing with Scott here?”
Sanora stopped tickling Eduardo long enough to formulate her thoughts. “I’m going to turn him into a Dom.”
Chapter Three
Caprina yawned for the umpteenth time as the makeup artist worked on her face. The party went much longer than she thought it would but it was also much more entertaining than she thought it would be. She danced, drank, and snorted. That pretty much summed up every party she went to. It wasn’t unlike her. She was known to going in for makeup being hungover, drugged out, or simply passed out. This time was different, though. Her eyes were dead. There was no life to them.
Things between her and Elliott were not faring any better. Elliott was more interested in her bank account and lifestyle than he was in her. She occasionally thought all the talk of her being a goddess and filling her head with more bullshit was just a ploy to get in between her
legs and access to her bank account. And any BDSM play was not going to happen. Not with Elliott. Not ever.
Whatever was going on in Caprina’s life was reflecting on her craft. She was no longer the world’s leading supermodel. Fresher and younger faces were taking her spot. But that wasn’t the only problem. Caprina’s reputation had taken a serious hit after her breakup from Scott. She was set to make millions if the wedding went through and even more if it didn’t. Caprina was on the cover of every gossip rag the weeks following the would-be wedding and gave an exclusive interview to the highest bidder. The worldwide consensus thought she planned and hyped the wedding for financial gain and business purposes. That’s bullshit, Caprina rolled her eyes, if I wanted a business deal, I would’ve married Scott.
Caprina briefly wondered about Scott. How was he doing? What he was up to? She loved him – at least she thought she did – and thought ending the engagement was the best course of action. Of course how she did it wasn’t right, Caprina admitted. But she reasoned it was better to end an engagement than to start a divorce.
She thought she did Scott a favor when she jilted him at the altar. She did but at the cost of her reputation. The headlines of “Whore!” and “Hurricane Caprina!” were constant reminders of her behavior. She granted a few interviews to share her side of the story but it made matters worse. The world as she knew it was Team Scott.
“Rough night?” Caprina’s Elite agent, Rebecca Curritt, approached her at the shoot.
“I’m fine, Rebecca.” Caprina said curtly. “What do you want?”
“You’re going on a mandatory vacation,” Rebecca told her. “The heads at Elite think you need some time off.”
“Time off?” Caprina brushed her off. “I’m fine.”
“Your reputation has taken a hit and it’s bad for our business.” Rebecca sat across from Caprina. “Your vacation officially starts now.”
“Since when did Elite care what I do outside of modeling?” Caprina asked.
“When your actions cause people to boycott you. We’ve had a few companies outright refuse to work with Elite because you’re attached to us,” Rebecca handed Caprina a letter from Elite.
Caprina took the letter and ripped it in front of Rebecca. “Elite isn’t the only name in town, you know?“She threatened.
“You’re right,” Rebecca agreed, “we’re the only one that matters. Have a nice sabbatical.”
****
“Elliott? I’m home.” Caprina called out as she entered the Manhattan penthouse. “Elliott?” She walked through the rooms until she found the bedroom. She stood by the entryway and watched him play videogames. He didn’t look like he even moved from that position since she left him hours prior. He was unshaven, wearing the same boxer briefs and white tank top. His hair was unkempt and Caprina swore she could smell him from where she was standing, a good 50 feet away.
That was the man she left Scott for. Every so often, she wondered why on Earth didn’t she choose someone else? “Did you even attempt to do anything productive today?” She said exasperatedly.
“I reached a new level in Halo,” Elliott’s eyes didn’t move from the big screen TV.
Caprina walked over to the XBOX console and unplugged it. Elliott shot up and faced her. His angry grey eyes didn’t blink once. “Was that necessary?”
“I leave to go work and you’re here all day not doing shit!” Caprina yelled. “You could’ve at least made the damn bed!”
“Work? ‘Work?’” Elliott made the quotation marks with his hands. “What you do is “work”? Since when do strutting around on some catwalk and photo shoot considered to be work?”
“Don’t you dare demean what I do for a living,” Caprina snapped, “I’m the only one making any income around here.”
“You say that like I give a fuck,” Elliott snapped back. His tone surprised Caprina. “This is what you wanted, remember? I’m not that pussy-whipped motherfucker you dated before, sweetheart. Get used to it.”
“I don’t have to get used to shit!” Caprina went to slap Elliott but he caught her hand. He threw her against the wall, banging her head against it. She slid down to the floor and held her head in her hands.
Elliott walked over to Caprina and kneeled in front of her. “The next time you pull a stunt like that, I won’t be as nice about it.”
Chapter Four
Sunlight crept through the curtain and crawled on Scott’s face, waking him up from a deep slumber. It was beautiful, bright, and the start of a new day. A new beginning. He slept wonderfully, the best he’d slept in weeks. He was away from the stress and drama back in the States. He was free.
Scott sat up in bed and thought about everything that lay ahead of him. Sanora promised him intensive training and he wondered what She meant by that. He had many questions about what She was doing, about who She was, but he would ask those at a later time. For now, he was going to enjoy his holiday.
“I take it that you slept well last night? Sanora asked. She stood by the doorway.
Scott was startled to see Sanora there. He wondered how long She had been there. “I slept well. Thank you, Mistress.”
“You’re welcome,” She approached him and sat next to him on the large bed. “Today starts your training.”
“What am I being trained in?”
“Everything,” Sanora was intentionally vague once again, “but you’re in control. If it’s too much, we’ll stop.”
It had been too much since Sanora surprised him at his home. Too many questions and not enough answers. “And what happens when we stop?”
“That’s it. I’ll send you home and we’ll part ways.” Sanora brushed a lock behind an ear.
Scott read more into what Sanora said. It was what She wasn’t saying that made Scott pay attention. “You don’t expect I’ll say no.” It wasn’t a question.
Sanora admired her manicure. “I don’t expect you to do anything but be Scott,” She replied. “Go shower and be ready for training in two hours. Breakfast is already waiting for you in the nook.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I’ll see you later, Scott.” She left his bedroom.
Scott remained on his bed for a long while. He remembered Sanora’s words from earlier. You’re getting the makeover of a lifetime.
He wondered exactly what she meant by that. He would soon find out.
****
Sanora walked to her office and closed the door behind her. She immediately got on the phone and made an important phone call. There were many people she could’ve called but only one mattered. “He’s here and he’s safe. Now is the real test. You know that project I told you about that would take a couple of months? Well, you only have a couple of weeks to complete it. I’ll pay you double. I just want it done by the time he gets back.”
“And what about the other situation?” The voice on the other end asked.
Caprina. The name made the hair on Sanora’s head stand up. Not only did she disrespect her and Scott, but she also disrespected BDSM as a whole. It was something Sanora had a serious issue with.
“Don’t worry about her now,” Sanora purred, “I got something for her.”
****
After Scott finished breakfast, he took a self-imposed tour in the home. There was a play room with pool tables, a bar, and a foosball table. The backyard boasted of an Olympic-sized swimming pool and a patio with a fireplace, another bar, and dining area. The bedrooms, except Sanora’s and Scott’s, were surprising plain and simple and only contained a bed and drawer.
As his tour of the house drew to a close, Scott ended up in the gym. He walked around the gym equipment, spacing out as he thought about his future. He briefly wondered if he would find love again. Would he able to trust another woman with his heart? Scott shook his head to relieve such silly thoughts. He would never put himself through the mess he had experienced with Caprina. He was going to be a bachelor for life.
“Oh good, you’re already in here,” Dominic walked towards Scott. He was
already in workout gear.
Scott was startled to see Dominic behind him. He was ghostly quiet. “Yes?”
“Your training starts now,” Dominic threw some clothing towards him. He walked to a cabinet and pulled out some athletic shoes and socks. “You’re a size 13 shoe?” Scott slowly nodded, the words stuck in his mouth. “Good,” Dominic gave him the shoes. “Hurry up. We’re going to be late for the first session.”
****
If Caprina was in need of an image rehabilitation, she was going to do it right.