She laid her forehead against the window to better take him in, but the movement caught his attention.
Sir set the paper down, and fixed her with a firm stare.
~oOo~
Bullet Therapy with Jayden
“Are you coming out or are you going to continue standing there spying on me?” Jayden called to Catherine with a teasing lilt in his tone. The paper landed on the table with a soft thud followed by his glasses while she stepped out onto the veranda and glided toward him – a vision of simplistic beauty. The soft sway of her tits with each step she took confirmed her lack of lingerie, and increased his eagerness to use the item hidden in the chair next to him.
It would either piss her off, guaranteeing her answer later would be “no”, or it would be a breakthrough for her, which he was expecting it to be, and she would be his.
First things first, he offered her breakfast from the assortment of pastries and fresh berries on the table. Small talk was made while she ate; simple questions along the lines of, “Do you like your room?” and, “Is the bed satisfactory?” to ease her into a talking mood.
When she was finished eating, Jayden had Catherine sit on the table and lie back. With a meticulous approach, he pushed the dress up her thighs, and pried her legs open. Reaching into the chair, he retrieved the remote controlled G-bullet and slid it into position with ease inside her. He gave her clit a few teasing taps, then straightened her dress back down and had her take a seat again.
Like the day before, Jayden began with the easier questions: asking her about her experience with him so far, and checking in to make sure she was enjoying their time as much as he had. All the while the bullet was set on low thrumming away inside of her. Then he took it up a notch by asking about her first Dom – the one that trained her.
Her breathing remained calm, though her skin began to glisten with perspiration.
He questioned.
She answered.
He listened, and absorbed every tidbit she gave him.
Catherine shared how she met Andrew Brenner her freshman year of college. He was a professor in the psychology department who often cruised campus for volunteers for assorted studies. Instead of going home to spend the summer with her father, she had gone with Andrew to his home. He’d opened her eyes to the world of Domination and submission after detecting her natural tendencies for it. When the school term started up again, she stayed on with him through her sophomore year, figuring she had no classes in the psychology wing.
She’d been a legal adult, but Catherine had hidden the relationship from her father, knowing he wouldn’t approve of his baby being sexually active, or involved with a man ten years her senior. Catherine had always been mature for her age and never had gotten on well with those in her age group. Andrew introduced her as trained and available to the BDSM community at the end of the summer just before her junior year had started, and Spencer scooped her up.
Catherine’s eyes had dulled when the topic changed to Spencer yet Jayden pressed, beginning to play with the settings on the remote. He wanted her honest answers, but he was attempting to aid her with the physical distraction and teach Catherine that her body could still experience pleasure even if his memory was in the proverbial room with her.
In the beginning, things hadn’t been bad. Spencer had been attentive and caring, but when Catherine thought back on it now, she could see the signs that she had overlooked. Spencer walked her to classes and would be right there waiting when she got out, and he always had plans for them if she wanted to do something with classmates. Over time, school became the only place she went outside of the house. Spencer wouldn’t even let her do the shopping; Catherine had to make do with whatever he brought home. The first time she questioned him and was back-handed across the kitchen, Catherine should have left. It was a week later that she discovered he was keeping her locked in, and it all went downhill from there.
For the next hour, Jayden shifted topics in the questioning. Sometimes his questions were in regards to Spencer, other times he asked about childhood memories. The whole time he monitored the bullet, watching her skin tone and breathing so he knew when it was getting to be too much or taking her too close to an orgasm.
Together they worked the first memory out of her. When she was done talking, her cheeks were tear soaked, and Jayden felt nauseous. Spencer had not been a Dom. He’d been an abuser, and Catherine had been nothing more than a worthless object to him. The time had come to welcome her back into the true meaning of the lifestyle; Jayden could wait no longer.
Jayden stood and freed the velvet box which contained the length of black pearls from his pocket. Attached near the clasp was a small charm engraved with a four-leaf clover for outer appearance while the back of the charm was etched with Jayden’s initials and a triskele – the emblem of their lifestyle.
“Catherine,” he said standing before her. “Will you allow me to collar you?”
There was nothing ritualistic about it, just straight to the point. Jayden wanted her; wanted to have a hand in her life full-time, even if they played just on the weekends. He was offering to be there when she was happy and when she was sick. Protection within the community would be provided by him. More than anything: he was stating that he wanted her.
Catherine met his gaze and smiled before she slipped from the chair to take a proper position on her knees for the occasion.
“Aye, Sir. To serve you will be divine,” she answered, and Jayden could tell her heart raced within her chest – much as his own.
He fastened the chain around her neck, allowing the pads of his fingertips to linger against her soft skin a moment longer than necessary, and then he kissed her lips.
“I’ve chosen black pearls for your collar because of all this particular treasure has to endure for its inner beauty to shine, and for its rarity. You are my pearl, my jewel, and you’re servitude will always be surreal.”
~~~Chapter 10~~~
Dr. Jayden, Not So Much
It was hard to believe a month had already passed since Jayden had collared Catherine. She had blossomed under his attentions in that time. Where she’d been beautiful before – resembling the roses he had delivered to her apartment every Monday – she was now more regal, rarer in his eyes, and thus priceless. He could liken her to a Rothschild’s Slipper Orchid: graceful yet fragile, and requiring kid gloves to handle her. Jayden was catching on that with proper dedication to her needs; she returned his affections tenfold, making her a worthy investment of his time.
He’d never had a better submissive.
The brush therapy became a part of their routine along with diligence in journaling. On Friday nights when Catherine presented herself in the playroom, she brought the journal which Jayden would read at some point during the weekend and make sure she had it back when she left on Sunday. Each Saturday evening, he would have her shower and bring the brush to him. She was doing splendid with opening up and talking, but each therapy session still ended with Catherine over his lap absolving herself through her tears.
Jayden had hoped there would be less by now.
Sunday mornings always found Catherine looking refreshed while Jayden would be haggard having been unable to sleep after hearing her tales of Spencer’s idea of a BDSM relationship. He scoffed at himself now for his initial questioning of her behavior. Jayden had no doubts she’d been beyond perfect for Spencer.
The man had been a case-closed nut job who had no concept of consensual or safe. What Jayden knew as bondage and discipline – an elaborate exchange of trust between two people – had been nothing more than shackling and beating in Spencer’s world. He’d managed to give even Sadism a bad rap. There was part of Catherine that was masochistic and craved being edged into pleasure through pain; it was unfortunate that she had discovered too late that Spencer wasn’t offering pleasure, but was simply inflicting pain.
Jayden’s stomach churned and his blood pressure rose with each recounting.
Having see
n the cigarette burns already, the story of how they’d come to be was the first she’d shared; a large boulder removed from her elaborate mental wall. Jayden held her while she shook and her voice trembled while she let the words go.
He listened with an aching sympathy for her while she described the way Spencer had pulled her into his playroom — which from Catherine’s description had been nothing more than a filthy basement — and in a drunken state had raped her mouth, and then tried to force her to share an ‘after-sex cigarette.’ All she had done was attempt to decline and he had burned her in multiple areas.
Jayden didn’t miss that the common factor in each of her memories was that Spencer was always drunk. Some of the stories had been so awful that he’d been wary of leaving her to sleep alone, fearing she would wake up screaming from nightmares. Against his better judgment, or perhaps because of it, he’d left Catherine in her room. If she needed his help, she knew to ask.
It confused Jayden that he had the forethought to put so much effort into the decision of where she should sleep. From the outside, one might think he was developing romantic feelings for Catherine. He knew the truth: he was just her concerned Dom, nothing more.
Well, nothing more than human.
The very idea that she could have, and without a doubt, would have ended up crippled or worse at Spencer’s hands made Jayden ill. It also made him determined. Catherine belonged in this life, thrived in it even, and he would make sure she could experience it in a safe setting until she desired it no more.
The more Catherine revealed to him of the horrors she’d undergone, the more he became concerned that she hadn’t sought professional counseling before. He was elated that she was sharing with him, but decided he needed to push her more for her own good. Erotic paddlings were only going to go so far toward healing her. Jayden knew he wasn’t a professional therapist and had begun questioning if he was helping her. He worried that he might be doing something wrong considering how deep her demons went.
The final influencing factor of Jayden’s decision had come from their recap the previous weekend. Catherine had expressed an interest in acting out a rape fantasy. While he desired for them to explore all of their fantasies together that was one he couldn’t in good conscience even think to entertain at the current point in their arrangement. He was willing to file it away for later to be revisited at a future date when her mind was in a healthier place, and he’d told her as much.
Jayden wasn’t the therapist Landon Michaels was.
Landon was a longtime friend of Jayden’s who happened to be a psychiatrist. He was also a fellow Dom. A sense of ease washed over him when the idea occurred to give Landon a call on Monday. If his hunches regarding Catherine were correct, he was going to ask if Landon would be willing to take Catherine on as a patient. At the very least, Jayden needed to talk to Landon for his own ease of mind. If Landon agreed with him, then next weekend he would inform her of his request when they had their usual Sunday talk – where they recapped the weekend, coordinated their calendars for the next week, and made any needed adjustments to their limits lists.
Knowing their next weekend was going to be more intense than normal, Jayden was going to forgo the therapy session this weekend in lieu of something more sensual for their playtime. With a final check of his preparations, he reclined in the dim, flickering light to wait for Micah to deliver Catherine to him.
~oOo~
Earning Catherine’s Trust
Catherine was still stunned. Had she hoped to be collared by her Sir? Yes. Had she expected him to offer so soon? Not a chance in hell. Could she trust him? After the past weekend, she was confident she could.
Restless and fidgety, Catherine was perched in the backseat wishing Micah would drive faster. After a week filled with one bad thing after another, she had hit her mental limit, and she was desperate to see her Master so she could forget everything else.
The central heating unit in her apartment hadn’t responded to the winterizing protocol attempted by maintenance, leaving her with no air for the last two days – hot or cold. The secretary job she’d thought was going to be offered to her fell through when the lady Catherine had been covering changed her mind about coming back to work, meaning Catherine was still at the mercy of the temp agency for income. To top it all off, she also hadn’t been feeling great; but with no health insurance, she wasn’t going to spend money to go in and complain about needing to pee and an aching back. Perhaps it was her clouded head, but just as she didn’t feel right spending her own money on something so trivial she didn’t think it was necessary for Master to do either.
Catherine was convinced she just needed a weekend with her Master. He would take her into the playroom and make all her stress go away through his impeccable knowledge of all things sex. Then she would sleep better, and her health would resolve itself.
The last month had been indescribable to Catherine. She’d been concerned about holding up her end of the bargain regarding ‘therapy,’ but Master had found a way around her fears. His tactics relaxed her, and helped her feel safe enough to talk. More than anything they had done thus far; her therapy sessions each week had built the most trust in her heart toward her Master.
Master. The word still sent a thrill through her.
Now, if Micah would drive just a little bit faster, she could be on her way to feeling Master’s healing touch that much sooner.
The moment the Town Car slipped through the now familiar iron gates with the decorative steel shaped into curling tendrils like the beckoning fingers of a lover, Catherine pulled her copy of the house key from her purse and held it in a firm grip. Master had entrusted her with it just last weekend, telling her that from now on she was to let herself in, visit her room for any last minute grooming needs, and then proceed to the playroom with her journal to strip and kneel.
Inhaling a deep breath and closing her emerald eyes, she let the air out to a count of ten while waiting for the cessation of movement. Her eyes opened with the soft click of the door. Micah tipped his head when she passed, wishing her a pleasurable weekend with a longing look.
Closing the distance to the front door, Catherine wondered when, or if, Master would include Micah in their playtime. She was a tad surprised to find her body responding in a positive fashion to the idea, warmth spreading outward from her stomach. Of course, it could also have been the fact that she now had the key in the lock and was entering her private world; her personal escape where nothing else mattered but pleasing her Master.
Inside Catherine traversed the curved staircase, the metalwork of the banister still delighting her with new hidden discoveries each time she looked at it. She placed her purse on the bed, and then stepped into the bathroom to strip off everything except her pearl collar, which never came off by her hand, and used the toilet. Washed, and with a final check that her wavy, red locks were still tight in their neat braid, she slipped into a sheer robe for the short trek to the bottom floor, and snatched the book from her purse.
Humming softly under her breath, Catherine crossed the threshold of the playroom door, tugging off her robe at the same time. Stretching her body, she hung the robe.
Catherine’s arms came to her side, and then clasped the journal in front of her. Her nipples were already pebbling from the unusual coolness of the room, but when she turned and noticed the bank of lit candles adjacent to the leather padded table, they contracted with a sharpness that elicited the hint of a whimper from her.
“Does the atmosphere excite you, slut?”
Master’s voice was just above a whisper, yet it surrounded Catherine, and cocooned her with his practiced control while startling her at the same time. She hadn’t expected him to be there waiting, but it was a nice surprise that they were going to get into it straight away. Master would be strong for her – she didn’t have to be anymore.
Catherine fell to her knees in supplication, she laid the journal on the ground, and her eyes dropped to the floor in relief. Didn’t he
know that it was him that excited her? Without Master’s permission to speak, she waited to answer him with her service. He didn’t make her wait long.
“So pretty to look at. Come to me, Catherine. I want to see your tits swing as you crawl,” he commanded, and she obeyed.
The polished wood was cold and hard beneath Catherine’s hands and knees, keeping her grounded and letting her know she wasn’t dreaming. Under the veil of dim lighting, she felt exposed. It excited her not knowing if she and Master were alone in the shadows while she crawled forward.
When she reached him she stilled, and awaited his next command.
Master’s hand reached out to stroke her head following the length of her ruby braid until he closed around the end. With a firm tug, he pulled her head back. His lips found hers, and she fought to hold herself in check while he explored them, licking and biting until he slipped his tongue between her puffy lips, kissing her with a depth that made her toes tingle. When his grip on her hair tightened, forcing her to gasp, he devoured even more of her mouth, plunging his tongue even deeper.
Panting, he pulled back with an abruptness that startled them both.
“Fucking hell, Catherine!”
For the briefest of seconds, she thought he might be upset with her, but then he flopped back against the chair and his engorged cock came into view; glistening steel calling to her.
His chuckle was almost sinister. “Does my pet want a treat? You may answer.”
“This girl would truly appreciate whatever her Master feels she is deserving of,” she answered. Her voice was husky and laden with need.
“We are going to try something new this evening, Jewel. I think it is time to begin expanding your horizons.”
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