by Paul Preston
“Hello, what can I do for you, Officers?” I said in my calmest voice.
“This is Officer Willis and I’m Officer Wagner. We received a call about loud slapping sounds and voices coming from this unit. Is there a domestic disturbance in this apartment?” the female officer asked.
“I’m sorry. A what?”
“What’s your name, sir?
“Charles Anderson.”
“Have you been fighting with someone in here, Mr. Anderson? A woman perhaps?”
“No, I was asleep.”
“Is there another individual currently in your unit with you?”
“Yes.”
“May we come inside and make sure everyone is safe in here?” the female officer asked.
“Well, it is kind of late, Officer,” I said.
“Step away from the entrance, Mr. Anderson, so we can find out what’s going on,” the police officer said.
I stepped aside and the two officers entered my small living room even though I didn’t exactly give them permission to enter.
“Where is this other individual in your apartment, sir?” the female officer said.
“Oh. She’s in the bedroom. Do you want me to get her?”
I took a move toward the bedroom and the younger officer stopped me rather forcefully with his arm.
“No. Stay where you are, Mr. Anderson,” the younger officer said.
The female officer made a move to walk toward my bedroom while the younger officer kept an eye on me. I called after the older officer.
“Excuse me, Officer Wagner. My girlfriend is back there and she may not be dressed.”
“All right. I’ll take that into account. Officer Willis, why don’t you have a little chat with Mr. Anderson while I interview the girlfriend.”
Officer Wagner disappeared into my bedroom and the other police officer let go of my arm. I heard the voices of Cassandra and Officer Wagner talking softly behind my bedroom door. Officer Willis got out a pencil and a small notebook. He looked at me with a serious face. Suddenly I panicked about the white fluffy bathrobe cord I had used to tie Cassandra’s wrists and arms to the bed frame. I forgot whether I had left it tied to the bedpost or not. At least the police officer wouldn’t find Cassandra still tied up on her stomach. After looking me over, the young cop spoke up.
“Do you have some ID, Mr. Anderson?
“Yes, it’s on the kitchen table. Do you mind if I—”
The officer nodded. I walked four steps over to my kitchen, got out my driver’s license and handed it to the officer. He looked at the license, looked back up at my face and then wrote down a few things in his notebook. I became anxious that there would be some kind of police report filed on me now.
“OK, Mr. Anderson,” the officer said, handing me back my license. “Approximately forty five minutes ago we got a call about a domestic disturbance coming from this domicile. Did you and your girlfriend have some sort of fight?”
I felt nervous and queasy inside, answering the police officer’s questions. I wondered what story Cassandra was telling the officer and if I should lie about what Cassandra and I were doing an hour ago.
“No. Not at all,” I said
“The neighbor reported hearing raised voices, moans and loud slapping sounds.”
“Which neighbor was it that reported the noises?”
“Please answer my question, Mr. Anderson. I’ll ask you one more time. Were you and your girlfriend having a fight in your apartment?”
“No, we weren’t fighting.”
“Did you have anything to drink tonight?”
“Just one glass of wine. Several hours ago, around 9 or 9:30.”
“Only one glass? Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
He jotted something down in his little notebook. I felt extremely uncomfortable, standing in my robe in front of him. Without the cord, my bathrobe kept flopping open, giving the officer a view of my pale legs. At least I didn’t have an erection anymore, thank God. Cassandra took good care of that.
“Tell me exactly what happened here this evening, after you drank the glass of wine? Don’t leave out any details,” the young officer said.
“Well, I went to the late movie with my girlfriend. It was my birthday last night,” I said with a smile.
I felt a little embarrassed telling the officer it was my birthday. I guess I was feeling very happy about hitting it off with Cassandra and I wanted to share the good news with someone, anyone. I waited, half hoping the officer would say something back to me, but he just gave me a blank stare. I don’t know why I expected him to give a shit that it was my special day. After he didn’t say, “Happy Birthday,” I went on with my story.
“So after the movie, we got back home a little after 1AM.”
At that moment Officer Wagner came back into the living room.
“Let’s go,” Officer Wagner said.
“What’d she say?” the younger officer asked.
“Well, our mild-mannered Mr. Anderson is into rough sex. I wouldn’t have guessed it by looking at him. He was giving the girl in there quite a spanking, apparently. It woke up half the building,” Officer Wagner said with a smirk.
“Is the girl alright?” the young officer asked.
“She appears to be fine. It was consensual,” Officer Wagner said.
Officer Willis looked at me, rolled his eyes in a condescending manner and closed his little notebook. The two officers surrounded me, their bulky bodies filling my petite living room. They stood a little too close for my comfort. With all the stories of police brutality in the news lately, the officers made me feel extremely nervous. I wrapped my bathrobe around my waist, holding it tight.
“So,” Officer Wagner began, crossing her arms across her chest. “Do you get off on spanking women on the ass, Anderson? Do you enjoy mistreating women? What kind of pervert are you?”
“No, Officer. It wasn’t like that. Not at all. I wasn’t mistreating her. Let me explain,”
The two officers looked at me like I had just crawled out from under some rock. Luckily, just at that moment, Officer Wagner got some sort of police call on her phone. I couldn’t help but listen to her end of the conversation.
“Did she positively ID him? Where is he now? No, don’t bring him down to the station yet. Keep him in the squad car. I want to have a little talk with him. ETA, seven minutes. Come on, Officer Willis.”
Just as the two officers were about to leave, Officer Wagner turned and faced me with her hands on her thick black police belt.
“Looks like this must be you’re lucky night, Anderson. We got another call to attend to. So if we get a complaint against you, we’re going to take you down to the station. There are some fellow officers at our precinct that would love to get you alone in a room and talk to you about mistreating women. I don’t think you’re going to want us to do that, do you?”
“No,” I said cautiously.
“So keep it down, no excessive noise after 10PM. And cut out the kinky shit. There are kids in the building.”
“Yes. OK. Sorry, Officer,” I said, opening the door for them.
The officers left and I heard their siren start up and fade away as they sped off into the distance. I went back into my bedroom and found Cassandra sitting up in bed with the sheet still pulled up to her neck. I got back into bed and looked at her. Just as when we were almost caught having oral sex in the movie theater, we both started laughing hysterically at the same moment. We rolled around on the mattress laughing so hard and trying not to let the sound out that tears filled our eyes and rolled down our cheeks. It was so late, after three in the morning. I hadn’t remembered being up at that hour since I was a kid on Christmas Eve. I had only known her for a few hours, but it was at that moment I realized I didn’t just like Eloise Madsen, AKA, my lovely submissive/slave Cassandra, I was falling for her. Hard.
After we finally stopped laughing and rolling around on the bed, we whispered frantically to each other in
the dead of night, like two rowdy kids at a sleepover.
“I nearly got arrested!” I exclaimed.
“I know, Mr. Anderson, I know. I’m so sorry,” Cassandra said, making apologetic pouty lips.
“Can you get thrown in jail for giving someone a spanking?” I asked.
“I’m not a lawyer, but I don’t think so. Not if the other person asked you to do it,” Cassandra said.
“I don’t see my bathrobe cord.”
“It’s still tied to the bed. I hid it under the sheets.”
“That was smart, Cassandra. Hide the evidence. So what did you tell the officer? Did you actually tell her what happened?”
“I didn’t know what else to do! I said it was your birthday.”
“Which was true.”
“And I told her, I let you give me a spanking.”
“What? Oh, great. Now there’s a police file somewhere with my name on it: Charles Anderson, 211 23rd Street, Apartment 219, Chicago, Illinois: pervert!”
Cassandra covered her face with her hands to keep from laughing and looked at me through her fingers.
“Really, Charles. I’m so sorry for causing all these problems.”
“Hey, wait a minute. You let me give you a spanking? Let’s get the facts straight. As I recall, this was all your crazy idea, Cassandra.”
“It’s true. I was just too embarrassed to admit it. I’m so sorry for getting you in trouble with the police. Will you ever forgive me?”
“Oh, I don’t care really. It doesn’t matter. So, did the Officer ask to see your… where you were slapped?”
“Lord no! I was so scared of the police lady I kept myself covered up with the sheets the whole time. She just took my word for it that I wasn’t injured. Even if she did make me show her, it isn’t red anymore. I checked.”
“Oh my God, what a crazy night!” I exclaimed, shaking my head and smiling broadly.
“I bet you didn’t think the police would be coming to your house on the night of your twenty ninth birthday.”
“Cassandra, before I met you at the store today, my life was totally boring. You have just given me the most fun and memorable birthday ever.”
That’s when I impulsively made my decision. Why not? Why the hell not?
“You know what, Cassandra? Where did you leave that contract?”
Surprised and excited, Cassandra dropped the sheet covering her upper body. She sat up quickly in bed, her wondrous curvy breasts jiggling in response.
“Charles? Do you mean it? Do you really mean it?” she asked, with wide eyes.
I jumped out of bed, went into the living room where we left the contract, picked it up along with a pen, and then returned to bed. When she saw me holding the contract, she smiled. Tears filled her eyes.
“There’s no reason to wait anymore. I’ve decided. I’m in. Your mine, at least until Wednesday.”
Cassandra’s lower lip quivered and she bit it.
“Charles…”
I signed my name and handed the papers to Cassandra. I looked down and watched the object of my obsession sign her legal name to the document, Eloise Madsen. I felt the thrill of my upcoming week of bacchanalian delights. By contract, Cassandra was now my property, my sexual servant, and the sky was the limit of what escapades I could have with her. On paper Cassandra may have been my slave, but in reality it was I who had become enslaved, body, mind and soul to this bewitching woman. I held out a vain hope that she would become emotionally attached to me over the next few days and would eventually see how much more compatible I was to her than her conservative, Christian boyfriend.
After we both signed the contract, I impulsively tossed the pages up in the air. We smiled and laughed as the papers swayed above our heads to and fro, drifting to a soft landing on the floor and at the foot of my bed. I slipped back under the sheets and took her in my arms, cuddling up with her. I pressed my cheek to hers and noticed it was wet from her tears.
“I’m so happy, Mr. Anderson,” she said.
“Me too,” I said.
I handed her a tissue from the table and she dried her eyes and cheeks.
“Oh boy, my makeup’s a mess.”
I cupped my palms over her soft luscious breasts and squeezed them.
“Do you mind if I call you my little slave girl now?”
“I don’t mind at all. In fact, I don’t want to be called anything else, My Lord.”
After all the excitement of the police visit and the signing of the contract we relaxed, both of us breathing deeply in and out in unison, as if we were one pair of lungs now, one being at rest. We were quiet and content in each other’s arms. Words no longer seemed necessary. She yawned. Suddenly, she squirmed in my grip.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I forgot to say my prayers, Master C.”
“Your prayers?”
“Yes.”
“You pray?”
“I try to, every night, Sir.
I released her and watched her breasts bounce in a cute way as she slipped out of the sheets to kneel on the cold hard floor by the bed. I sat up to get a better view of her. She shut her eyes and put her hands together against her chest in the shape of a church steeple, pointing upward, her lips moving slightly. It was such an overwhelmingly sensual experience to watch her, naked on the floor, invoking the name of God, her perfect breasts just inches away from me as evidence of His Creation, the tiny gold cross nestled in her cleavage. I watched her every movement, realizing that no matter what she did now, I would have an intense visceral reaction to it. Her very presence at the floor of my bed gripped me at the core of my being. As she prayed fervently, I kept picturing her in front on me in the movie theater earlier in the evening in that exact position, her knees folded in devotion under her, her shimmering face, mouth and hands at work in supplication of quite a different kind. If I hadn’t felt sated by just exploding an hour earlier within her womb, I would’ve taken her again before her prayers were over.
She opened her eyes and smiled sweetly up at me. I held the sheet back and she slipped in beside me. I put my arms around her.
“Thank you. I can go to bed now, Mr. Anderson.”
We kissed tenderly. She turned on her side. I cuddled up to her, grasping her breasts and fondling them.
“Your body is so soft and warm,” I said.
“Would you like to know what I prayed about, My Lord?” she asked.
“Isn’t that private, Cassandra?”
“As my Dom you are entitled to know.”
“OK.”
“I thanked God for bringing you into my life and allowing me to offer this gift to you.”
“Which gift?”
“My gift of my submission to you.”
She pressed my hands closer over her breasts and a moment later we were asleep.
Chapter Five
The Transformation of Cassandra
I slept peacefully until early the next afternoon. When I woke up Cassandra wasn’t there. My first thought was that she had changed her mind about our arrangement and had left me in the middle of the night. Without her near, it felt like the walls of my small bedroom were closing in upon me. I started to panic. My breathing became shallow and my heart began pounding in my chest. Then I heard noises coming from the kitchen and smelled food cooking.
“Cassandra?” I shouted.
“Are you awake?” she called out.
A visceral wave of relief washed over me when I heard her voice. She hadn’t left me. I breathed out and relaxed.
“I just woke up!” I called back.
As I sat up in bed, a disturbing thought crept into my consciousness. “I’ll tie her to the bed at night so I’ll know where she is in the morning.”
I immediately dismissed the crazy idea and took another deep breath to compose myself. Cassandra came in carrying a breakfast tray with scrambled eggs, toast, jam and two cups of coffee. She was still dressed in the sheer white lingerie from last night.
“You
look so pretty this morning, Cassandra.”
“Thank you, Sire. I’ve brought some breakfast for you.”
I started to get out of bed to help her with the tray.
“Please don’t get up, My Lord. I can manage.”
She set the breakfast tray down on my lap.
“Breakfast in bed? You’re going to spoil me for any other woman.”
“Well, it’s my honor to serve you.”
“Thank you, Cassandra, but you really don’t have to do this.”
“I know, but I just wanted to do something nice for you after all the trouble I caused.”
“You mean the police? The cops come to my apartment every weekend,” I joked.
“You’re funny,” she said, leaning over to give me a kiss.
I smelled the feminine scent of her perfume.
“You smell so nice.”
“I took a shower to make myself clean for you. I would’ve asked your permission to use your bathroom, but I didn’t wish to wake you.”
“You can use the shower anytime you want, Cassandra. You don’t have to ask me. Please. Make yourself at home in my apartment.”
“OK. I will. Thank you, Mr. Anderson.”
She appeared happier and more relaxed since we signed the contract, not as conflicted as she was yesterday. I breathed in the aroma of the warm food and coffee.
“Where’s your plate? Have you eaten already?” I asked.
“No, Sire. I would never eat before you,” she said.
“Are you hungry? There’s plenty of food here. I’ll go grab a plate for you.”
“That’s very kind of you but don’t trouble yourself, Sir. I’ll kneel here on the floor beside the bed and wait until my Master is finished eating.”
“Your Master?”
“Then I’ll take whatever is left over on your plate. You may feed me the scraps by hand, if you’d like, Sir.”
Cassandra knelt beside the bed with her hands in her lap and her eyes cast downward.
“What? Come on, don’t be silly, Cassandra. That’s nonsense. Sit here beside me.”
“But Sir, the contract I signed states—”