by Paul Preston
“Are you comfortable?” I asked.
“Very comfortable,” she said.
I squeezed her body tightly with my arms.
“I’m glad you didn’t leave me,” I said. “If it were up to me, you would be chained on this bed for the rest of your life.”
“Mmmm,” she moaned, followed by a sleepy yawn.
We fell asleep in that position, my submissive bound to my bed.
Unfortunately, I woke up only a few hours later, panicked that Cassandra had somehow escaped into the night, and couldn’t fall back to sleep. It was 3:30 in the morning. My mouth was dry. I should’ve had a glass of water but poured myself a Scotch instead, sipping it while watching Cassandra sleep. One Scotch became two. Ordinarily I was a light drinker, but I felt emotionally distraught about her leaving me. I sat staring at her and drinking.
As if in the blink of an eye it was 7AM. I had a headache from the Scotch and I wanted to call in sick, but there was a mandatory staff meeting I absolutely had to attend if I wanted to keep my miserable sales job. I quickly showered and brushed my teeth to kill the smell of alcohol on my breath. Feeling strung out from the booze and the lack of sleep, and afraid my submissive would escape, I kept her car keys and took away her sweater, coat, jeans and purse while she slept. I turned up the heat in the house so she would be warm. I ran out to her car, got her laptop from the trunk and brought it back inside so she could work, but locked up the clothes she wore last night in her car’s trunk. I released her from the handcuffs, kissed her forehead and she turned over to go back to sleep. After making a pot of coffee, I took a cup to go and rushed off to work.
Chapter Eight
Cassandra’s Diary, Entry Two
The Diary of Eloise Madsen
Sept. 3, 2013
Master C, you are such a bad boy. I woke up this morning and discovered you had left me in your apartment without my car keys, my purse or even a stitch of clothing to cover my nakedness in your home. Since you are not here, Charles, I can’t even ask your permission to shut the curtains, I have left them open, despite my embarrassment. I’ve noticed one of your neighbors is continually staring at me from his window and has an unobstructed view of my naked body as I walk around your apartment, wearing nothing but my slave collar. I assume this was your wish for me to be exhibited like this, My Lord. When I caught the gentleman gawking at my breasts and ass, I knew he felt uncomfortable, since he immediately cast his eyes downward. I stood still at the window until he looked up again. I made eye contact with him, smiled and waved to put him at ease. I will allow this man or any other men who sees me to stare at me as long as they want, if it pleases you. I am your property, Sire, and if you wish me to be displayed in this manner, I will do so without shame or decorum.
You were very kind to unchain me from your bed, however it was not necessary. As it is in your sensitive nature, Mr. Anderson, you always consider my needs above your own. I could not ask for a more caring and compassionate Dom to serve for these four special days of my life. I can’t believe it is almost over, but I prefer not to dwell on that because it makes me feel sad. I guess all good things must sooner or later come to an end. You mustn’t be so selfless, Mr. Anderson, on our last day and night together. If it is your wish, my limbs will remain chained, handcuffed or bound by rope for the duration of the short time we have remaining.
I remember on our first day together you cut my bra and panties from my body with scissors and have progressively dressed me in less and less clothes, in private and in public. If it is amenable with you, Sir, I will only wear the lovely body jewelry you purchased for me during our last fleeting moments together as Dom and sub. I have attached the blue teardrop-shaped jewels to my nipples and clipped on the matching crystals to the lips of my vagina for you. I’m looking at myself in the mirror right now and the four blue pendants dangle quite enticingly from my breasts and labium. If you wish to show me off tonight in this manner at our favorite club, I would not refuse you, I would be proud to accompany you on your arm into and out of Hell, if need be. For the final day of my contract, I am releasing the shame that binds me and has held me back my entire life. You may keep my breasts and vagina uncovered if you wish, Sire, I no longer care. I believe you have set me free to go on with my life on Wednesday without regrets. I will never be able to repay you for this small moment of freedom you’ve given me. Now that I’ve fulfilled the pent up fantasies that have plagued and tormented me my whole life, I am finally at peace. I have looked the Devil squarely in the eyes and I am no longer afraid of Him, because of you, Charles. Giving in to the sensual experiences with you and Mr. Jefferson has made me happy for the first time in my life. When you come home from work, please grant me one more night at Obsessions. Please let me have one more experience with Mr. Jefferson this evening, as I will never be able to see him or you again for the rest of my life, My Lord, allow me unlimited access to your sweet penis. Please let me to suck and swallow the precious nectar inside you over and over and over for one more glorious night, Sire. That’s all I ask before I must walk out of the shadows and back into the light. If you allow this Mr. Anderson, I will finally be able to move on with my life without regrets.
Thank you for making the coffee, My Lord. It was nice to have it when I woke up, freshly brewed. You are a considerate host. I was hungry so I took some toast and fruit. The refrigerator is so full of food.
I have done a little bit of work for my job, but I can’t seem to concentrate on it. I am suddenly sleepy, so I will take a nap and rest up for the festivities on our final night together. I hope you are OK at work, Charles. I miss you and can’t wait for your return. Always your submissive, Cassandra
Chapter Nine
The Final Day with Cassandra
I made it on time for work, leaving my submissive trapped naked and helpless in my apartment. I stopped into the rest room and splashed water on my face before I went into the meeting. I needed a shave, my hair was a mess, and my eyes were red with a crazed look in them. My head was pounding. I wish I’d taken a few aspirin before I left home. I grabbed a cup of rancid coffee from the employee lounge and went into the conference room. I tried not to talk or make eye contact with anyone at work.
When the meeting started, I pretended to listen to the various department heads talk about the sales results from last month and what to expect next month from accounts receivables. I began to feel dizzy and my forehead was perspiring. I tried to pay attention while the management team spoke of sales goals, marketing strategies, identifying the target audience for the various radio stations on our accounts and how the sales staff needed to match the advertising account to the right target audience. While the managers spoke, I patted my forehead with a tissue and started to feel more nauseous. Everyone droned on until lunch break. Since I’ve always been one of the top sellers, luckily no one asked me any questions at the meeting. Along with feeling queasy, I suddenly felt depressed. My job, my very existence, seemed completely meaningless now.
“This is my life,” I thought to myself. “This is what my life will be like on Wednesday after Cassandra leaves me, devoid of meaning, beauty, sensuality.”
I wasn’t in the mood to go back to my cubicle, get on the phone and make cold calls to pitch radio spots to a lot of poor business owners trying to make ends meet. I wondered what was wrong with me. I never had a problem focusing on my job in the past. Maybe it was just low blood sugar. If I had a bite, I thought perhaps I’d feel better.
I went into the break room for lunch, bought a tuna fish sandwich from the vending machine, took a small bite and vomited in front of several fellow employees in the middle of the floor. Someone commented that I didn’t look well and got the manager. I was told to go home for the rest of the day. If that’s all it took to get out of my job for the rest of the day, I was thankful to have retched in front of the staff. I left immediately.
I entered my apartment. Everything was quiet. My heart started pounding and my anxiety of losing her returned.
I thought she somehow escaped naked into the street, then I discovered my beauty asleep in my bed. Though I knew it was inappropriate, I carefully pulled back the bed sheet to have a look at her. She looked lovely, completely naked, and adorned by the four blue jeweled pendants dangling from the pink swollen flesh of her nipples and labium. My mouth watered, staring at her. I put the sheet back over her, showered, and brushed my teeth. Then I cuddled up next to Cassandra’s warm body and fell asleep.
We both slept until the early evening and woke up at the same time. I told her how attractive she looked, adorned in the body jewelry. Cassandra smiled and kneeled in front of me to read her last diary entry to me. Her words of devotion were extremely sexy, but she was only mildly unhappy about our time coming to an end. To her, the end of the contract seemed like nothing more than a thrilling vacation from her normal life. To me, it was devastating. She would not be staying with me after tomorrow morning. No matter how hard I had tried to fulfill her fantasies and prove to her I was more suitable for her than her boyfriend, it was to no avail. She was going back to him, just as she promised. My plans had failed. The makeover into a blond, the sexy clothes, the whips and chains, even sharing her with Jefferson, nothing brought her closer to me in the end.
I decided to light a match to my self-deluded dreams of a relationship with the woman I loved and watch them all implode. I would give her one last night of sexual freedom that she would remember for the rest of her life. Just as she wished in her diary, from now until the end of our contract, Cassandra would no longer wear clothes around me in private as well as in public. The only items I would allow her to wear were the body jewelry, her slave collar and her high heels. I would set the Christian caged bird free, completely free.
“Please shower and apply your sexiest makeup, submissive. We are going out this evening,” I said to her in a rather aloof and cavalier manner.
“To Obsessions?” she exclaimed with genuine excitement.
“That is correct. To Obsessions.”
Cassandra gave me a big hug and kiss.
“Charles, you’re the best Dom ever!”
The best Dom ever.
She jumped out of bed and into the shower. I poured myself a Scotch and sipped it, listening to the running water. She came out and sat at the vanity table to apply her makeup. I watched every move she made, trying to soak in each moment for posterity, her fresh smell, her innocent smile, her flirtatiously wink in the reflection of the mirror, her pursed mouth when she applied the deep red of the lipstick.
“There. You look perfect, Cassandra. You’re going to break some hearts tonight. Let me give you my coat to keep you warm out there and we’ll be on our way.”
I linked the end of the leash to her collar and escorted her out of my apartment and to my car, wrapped in my warm coat. I turned the heater on high and drove to Obsessions. Cassandra appeared slightly nervous to be taken out into public completely nude. As soon as we entered the front door of the club, I took my coat off of Cassandra and she stood shivering, naked and bejeweled in the entranceway. A crowd of well-dressed men immediately circled her to admire her lovely body. I kissed her cheek, released the leash from her collar and walked to the bar to order a Scotch. Within a moment, I noticed Jefferson came out and break up the crowd. He put his jacket around her shoulders and escorted Cassandra back to his office. I turned back to my Scotch, forcing myself to let her go.
I finished the first drink and ordered a second. Around thirty minutes passed. Finally, I stood up and walked back to Jefferson’s office in a slightly weaving gait. I knocked once and went right in, fully expecting to interrupt their sexual encounter. To my surprise and relief, they were sitting on the couch and talking together rather innocently. Cassandra’s eyes were red and puffy. It was obvious to me she had just been crying in front of him. It was painful to me that Cassandra had opened up emotionally and became vulnerable with Jefferson. I would much rather her have shared her body with him, than her feelings. It put me in a foul mood again. I noticed that Jefferson had covered Cassandra with a blanket.
“Why is my submissive covered with that blanket?” I asked.
“I’m sorry, My Lord. I was chilled and Mr. Jefferson gave me it to me to warm up.”
“Stand up!” I said in a sharp voice.
Cassandra stood up meekly, her eyes downcast.
“Remove the blanket and approach!” I said.
Eloise took the blanket from her body, folding it into a neat square and placed it upon the table. She walked slowly and carefully across the office to me. I reattached the leash to the clasp on the front of the leather collar. Then I addressed Jefferson directly.
“I request a private room for the evening.”
“Why?” Jefferson countered.
“I intend to have my sub disciplined in public, by myself, by you if you wish, or any of your guests who would like to participate in her training session,” I said.
“I’m sorry but there are no private rooms currently available,” Jefferson said.
I offered to pay twice the rental price.
“Both rooms have already been rented out in advance,” Jefferson said.
“Then my sub will be chained in Area 3 for the rest of the evening, for her education and for the entertainment of your patrons.”
“I’m sorry but I can’t allow that, Mr. Anderson.”
I grasped Eloise by her upper arms.
“You see! You see how he’s trying to protect you, to hold you back!” I exclaimed.
“Please be reasonable, Mr. Anderson. Your sub is completely exposed here. I’m concerned for her well-being—”
“It’s what my Dom wants, James. And it’s what I want too,” Eloise said, interrupting Jefferson with a soft voice.
“I believe you’re being forced to—” Jefferson said.
“Mr. Anderson isn’t forcing me in the slightest, James. He’s been the perfect Dom to me. It’s completely my decision.”
“Still, I can’t permit it, Ms. Madsen. Not in Area 3. Not in your current vulnerable state. I won’t allow it,” he said.
“Do you see, Cassandra? He doesn’t want you to have this experience, but I do! I’m the only one who knows what you want, what you need. Certainly not your religious boyfriend! And not this club owner! Me! It’s me! I’m the only one who knows you Cassandra. I am the only one who will ever love you and accept you just as you are.”
“You have been good to me, Mr. Anderson, these past few days. I’ll cherish the memory of our time together. I will, Charles. I’ll think about you often,” Cassandra said quietly, before looking down at the floor.
When I heard Cassandra already speak of our relationship in the past tense, especially in front of Jefferson, something broke in me. I just looked down at the floor. I didn’t care what happened anymore.
Finally, Cassandra convinced Jefferson to allow her to be chained in Area 3. I led her out of the office by the leash and up to the platform. Several men took seats to watch me stretch her arms up over her head and attached her wrists to the chains dangling from the ceiling. She spread her legs apart for me in a wide V shape and I cuffed her ankles to the floor. I gave Cassandra one long last look, kissed her tenderly and backed away to the shadows of the bar and ordered a Scotch. I looked over my shoulder and watched the show.
Eloise was quickly surrounded and the men of the club began pawing at her, squeezing her ass and fondling her breasts. Two men dropped to their knees in front of her and began licking her aroused sex, between the two crystal pendants. A Dom held her limp body in his arms while the other men of Obsessions, kissed, stroked, and touched her intimately. Several fingers slipped in and out of her opening and pawed at her ass. One man squeezed a bottle of lubricant in his hand and slid his fingers delicately into the heart-shaped cleavage between her hips. When her narrow passageway was penetrated by the stranger’s finger, Eloise tilted her head back and parted her lips in response. She appeared happy. I turned away when the bartender set my drink down, un
able to watch any further.
When I took my first sip I heard a loud fire alarm go off. A moment later, the overhead sprinkler system sprayed water over the club. I rubbed my eyes when water spraying down from the ceiling dripped into them. Jefferson appeared at the bar and made an announcement for everyone to leave the club in an orderly fashion. I took another leisurely drink of my Scotch as the water drenched my clothes. I slowly got up and inched through the crowd to Cassandra. Jefferson had gotten there first and had wrapped her up in a blanket. I looked at Jefferson once more, took Cassandra by the waist and walked out of Obsessions with her. When we got in the car, I turned the heater up high and Cassandra used the blanket to dry her hair. It was cold at first, but the car warmed up quickly. The cold water had sobered me up.
“What happened?” I asked.
“Someone pulled the fire alarm,” she said.
“I’m sorry I took you out without clothes. I don’t know what I was thinking. Are you cold?”
“That’s OK, Charles. I’m quite warm now. I wasn’t wearing any clothes to get wet, so now that I’m dry, I feel fine,” she said, smiling. “You’re clothes are soaked. Are you cold?”
“No, it’s warm in here.”
I felt close again to Cassandra on the drive home. She rested her hand once more on my thigh and petted me over my wet clothes. I pulled off at the rest stop and parked away from all the trucks and cars. She lay down in my lap and unzipped my pants. Even though she fondled me and kissed the tip of my penis, to my embarrassment, I was not getting aroused. Suddenly tears began to leak out of my eyes and fall down my cheeks. When Cassandra noticed I was crying, she placed her hand on my cheek.