Feb 282014
 

The majority of her wounds healed and soreness dissipated. He believed it was a bruised rib that was the main issue. The rest were bruises, scratches, and cuts. He put them there. He examined and tended to each one, gently. He helped her get into a warm bath. There weren’t many words exchanged between them. She faltered, breaking-in words like “Sir” and “Master.”

She preferred the shower. He allowed her to shave. He watched her. She returned the razor to him when she was finished. He would sit silently on the toilet, his head lolling from one side to the other in appreciation. He took the razor. She closed the curtain and finished bathing. He left the bathroom to go back to whatever he was doing. She caught him, once. He was standing with his back to the doorjamb, listening. She was singing in the shower.

Dressing was a game. He gave her first choice. A sharp “stop!” from the doorway … and she knew her outfit for the day was chosen, even if she only had on parts of it.  There were days when she wasn’t allowed clothes at all. The weather was warm enough that bare flesh and lite materials were not an issue. But the evenings…

He initiated the walks. She wore a collar. It’s soft, black leather didn’t make up for its heaviness around her neck. At least it didn’t rub her horribly. She had trouble keeping up with his pace. His leash was short. Heavy chain looped through the thick O-ring on her collar. She wanted to wander. He wanted her right by his side. He was anxious about letting her out. She was anxious about being out.

The collar and chains kicked up a puff of dirt when they fell from her neck. They walked in the house with the sun setting behind them. She felt the eggshells she walked on would give into the burden of what to say next.

Thank you, for taking me with you… on the walk, Sir.” She shivered while she moved around, using the lamps to bring the room to a warm glow.

You’re welcome, pet.” He freed his feet of his boots at the door and smiled on his way to take up the length of the couch.

It’s a little chilly, Master. Would you make a fire?” She gave him a hopeful smile.

No. I’m warm. It would make sense that if you want to be warm, you would be over here next to me.” She didn’t know how to say ‘no’ to him without riling him up. She stayed on the floor, in silence.

He looped through the channels until he found something he liked. She chuckled at the show. He playfully poked her with a sock’ed toe. Inside jokes from the days when they were a “real” couple riddled their time together. Those moments caught them off guard and confused his new order of operations.

Well into the night, the breeze that trickled through the open windows in the home got the best of her. She scooted herself closer to the couch, inching towards warmth.

You going to hide down there when December comes, pet?” He chuckled. Eggshells, again. Some things were so familiar. Some things scared her to speak about.

Hopefully you’ll give me a blanket by then, Sir.” She couldn’t imagine being kept on this property, being his little pet, until winter.

I believe I just gave you my answer on that one.” He reached down and twirled a lock of her hair around his finger. His touch could quickly go from good to bad, from bad to worse.

Were you not listening?” He let the lock of her hair slip through his fingers and fall back down to her shoulders. She turned around to look at him.

To be honest, Sir… I need to go home. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t bite my tongue. I can’t snuggle and call you ‘Master.’ It’s not true. You know I don’t feel that way. I’m scared of being here. I’m scared of you hurting me. I don’t feel the same about you.” She was pouring on a thin layer of confidence. Trying to control that much apprehension left her visibly shaking.

He turned his head to look at her.

You’re not going home. You’ll snuggle and be glad I let you. You’ll call me Master because I own you. Trust me, you’ve got plenty of time to get comfortable with it. You best make sure that I know you’re comfortable with it, too. I expect you to make progress. You might not have feelings for me like before, but you will. You’ll submit again. It’ll be easier this time.” He reached out and tugged at a lock of her hair, playfully.

Smile, pet. No need to fight a battle you can’t win.” He went back to his television show.

She was speechless. Her attention drifted towards the television, too.

elust

Oct 162013
 

He slung her across the quaint living room. She was received into his stone fireplace like a naked wrecking ball. Her fear was immeasurable. She was inside now, with him. Bruises, cuts, and much more were hushed by adrenalin.  Hyperventilation was never more than a moment away. She shook.

She wasn’t scared of the likelihood that she would forever be locked away in his mountain forest of snares. She was scared because there was no likelihood. Her new station was unequivocal. He would not have done this unless he was completely prepared. She was terrified because she believed him. No one would find her.

She’d suffered him before, but with slipped absolutes and excessive beatings. There was no closure to their prior relationship. She broke free of it. The mental abuse took longer to shake. Now she imagined him, limitless and with no accountability. It was fearfully inconceivable.

She saw a future of torture, masquerading as punishment and lessons. He had unlimited access to who he would decide to mold her into. Her silence was a mixture of how blindingly certain her fate was, and her slow descent into a hole of lost hope. His ability to destroy her mind was starting. She was afraid of it as much as the beatings. Once he was in her head, he was everywhere.  He would own every part of her. He wouldn’t let her go. She pleaded to God and Anyone Listening. He would kill her. He would destroy her mind.

He saw the harsh realization, even in her body. Her eyes became more vacant. She flinched at his touch. He wanted to comfort her. He didn’t want to go through a period of her hating him. He hoped he wouldn’t have to teach her about flinching again. Those were long, hard lessons for her. He hoped that she’d remember some of her time with him. He wanted her to be a good girl for him. She was always such a good girl, but she left him. She ran. They were going to deal with that punishment later.

He wrapped his arms around her. He needed to support her. He knew that she need to process this information and come to comprehend how it would change her future.

He tightened his arms around her. She was shaking. Absorbing the fear and reality, she finally started to cry. She whispered…

“Get the fuck off me.”

He punched her in the face.

Oct 012013
 

Her car wasn’t made for camping. A past Master was also attending the event and offered to meet for directions once GPS hit the country, dirt road. He was already there when she pulled up. Camping was more his thing.

She got out and gave him a quick hug. He made small talk about the road to the property being rough. She thought he seemed aloof. His behavior was an underplayed ruse, set up for the pivotal introduction of the chemically-kissed rag to her face.

He let her slip down into his hands, and then boosted her right into his trunk. He unlocked her car and took everything from it, packing it into his. Her car would be in the river and they would be two hundred miles away, deep in the woods.

A rough bump leading up to the property roused her enough to question her own whereabouts. She was packed in a trunk like luggage. Her head hurt. He opened the trunk and dragged out a huge duffle. It landed with a *thunk* and kicked up its weight in dust.  He grabbed her hair and towed her from the trunk onto the patchy, dusty yard.

He released her in the same fashion as the duffle; and she rolled over, coughing.

“What is this!?”

She was dazed and needed fresh air.  She stood slowly and looked around to see a small camping lodge, the vehicle she came out of, and a boundless forest that surrounded it all. The thick walls of trees felt suffocating. Or maybe it was the situation.

His eyes fell to her, and his hand settled at his waist. He knew she’d be scared. He didn’t know how long it would take for it to sink in. He started watching her movements. He knew that she was having trouble processing this. He understood that.

He spoke calmly. Everything from his tone and body read complete honesty.

“Listen, pet. There were some things that didn’t quite play out the way they should have those few years back. So… You’re not leaving here. You understand? I’m you’re Master, again. There are no boundaries. No safewords. Those are gone. You’re my property. It’s up to you how long you fight it.”

She stood in stunned silence. He took a deep breath and continued on.

“I fixed the fences. You won’t make it that far, but if you did, the jolt would kill you. The wolves in the woods would take you if you got out of the house at night, if the cold didn’t first. For safety reasons, running isn’t a good idea. Besides…  I’ll hunt you. I’ll track you…  The punishment would not be worth it.”

The word “punishment,” made her buckle. That voice. That word. Fat sobs stuck in her throat. She couldn’t be there. She could not.  He moved to her with purpose, and she could not physically stop him.

He stripped her. Any attempt to block him, and he’d hit her. He yanked at her hair, manipulating her body, until she wailed in pain.

“A fight would kill you, pet. Settle down.”

Once she was naked, he commenced with the fevered pursuit of dragging her into his small home. Her unheard screams were louder and more intense than they had ever been. He grabbed hold of her throat and slammed the door shut behind them

“It’s ok to be afraid, girl. I would be too.”

 

May 232013
 

He was parked across the street for thirty minutes. For as long as I’ve been doing this, I’m going to take a guess that he was early and she was late.

A mood, this one was; a stumble and a cuss; a grin and a flush.

They sat in the back. Voices traveled a bit. She was naturally loud. He said “No,” a lot.

I laughed at her. Good heels and nice nails weren’t getting her very far with this guy. At some point, I don’t think she had sweet smile left in her.

When I thought she was going to give in and order a drink in, I’m guessing he shot that down too. My happy hour was starting to straggle in, presented with their liquid gold without need of request. After about an hour, I glanced up and they were leaving. He gave me an easy smile and a wave. It was her, though. She looked like she’d been through the wringer. Mascara smeared with a blinded effort to keep it in it’s carefully applied position, her hair had lost it’s bounce and there was none of the blow-job red that had curled with the trace of her lips.

But she was smiling.

 

Jan 072013
 

MonsterI don’t have a call. I don’t have a sign. There is not a moonlight reminder. Monsters come when they come. And you know this is more then you can take.

Still – His scent can’t be ignored. Tiptoe if you don’t want them to notice. ‘Cause they know. You always want what you’re running from. They love they way you cry. They love the way you want to. For them.

If you wander across a Monster, and you decide to dance, then a little cut will turn his head. A Monster loves his prey. He will eat you. He will break you. He will take you. Apart. Do you love it? Do you want it? Do you need it? Does  it make it impossible to tiptoe?

Sultry Saturday

Nov 192012
 

He’s so possessive.

Mine – he says. His.

He likes it when I say the word when we’re fucking.

Even when we’re not. I don’t forget.

He’ll beat parts of me red and raw so that I’ll remember.

My tears and promises swear that I will.

His. All of it. All of me.

My panties are always wet.

Mar 102010
 

Trust that whatever I find, I will not scoff at. I will not turn my back on. I will never walk away. You are my only focus. I have wished for this over flames of many colors.

I can say without a shadow of a doubt that you will never be alone with yourself again. Do not be afraid to show me anything. I will not turn my head. I will not close my eyes. I am here to see you. I accept you. I forgive you. I will take you inside me.

Your pain is my pain, and I won’t hurt for this. I won’t allow it to touch you again. I will take it and wear it until it dissipates, heals, with no scar, only memories of contentment and sated demons. I want you left with a feeling of accomplishments and motivation towards goals which are larger and would once be looked at as intimidating but now are just challenges used as stepping-stones towards more of what you want.

Oh, what I am going to do for you. Your path is going to be clear as your eyes, nothing in this world to stand in your way. Come with me. Trust me.

Mar 082010
 

Take me in, and see me for the broken girl I am. Protect me from myself. Hold me. Stroke me. Open me up, and sort me out. Enjoy me. Dig inside me until the tears and the begging threatens to push me over the edge, my eyes frantically searching yours, for my own salvation. At that moment do not show me kindness, only strength of your will. Take mine, and show me how you hold it in your hand, taking ownership of it, and then eat it. Gone until you decide to give it back. You have that power. I’ve taken that one opportunity that I had, and I gave it to you. Yes, I want this.

No more opportunities for you, little girl.

Daddy’s little girl answers to someone else now.

This show is live.

Enjoy it.

Mar 032010
 

“To be completely woman you need a Master, and in him, a compass for your life. You need a man you can look up to and respect. If you dethrone him, it is no wonder that you are discontented, and discontented women are not loved for long.” ~Marlene Dietrich

He said we were going for a walk.

He lied.

I floated.