0 comments/ 15033 views/ 0 favorites Subjugated By: Xesevoli His package had arrived UPS to her door eight days ago and she'd followed the instructions inside to the letter. She'd washed and cleaned his clothes and put them away. She'd opened the package he'd included for her and then placed the item on the inside doorknob of her front door. She'd left the package marked private on the side of the bed as she'd been directed and it had not been opened. The next day she'd done the shopping he demanded. A new set of crisp, soft white sheets had been washed and dried exactly once and placed on the table. Six large white beach towels and six new white washcloths were treated the same way and fluff dried to soften them. As directed she'd purchased the washbasins and the skimpy black leather skirt and nearly transparent low-cut sleeveless red blouse and transparent bra with support straps that fit wide on her shoulders. She'd stocked his selection of favorite foods except the fresh things he'd wanted. She cleaned the apartment immaculately. She'd let her hair down and brushed it two hundred and fifty times each night for a week just as he'd said. She'd practiced in her four inch black heels all week at home. This morning, per direction, she'd made the bed with the new white sheets and no blankets. She'd set the thermostat for exactly seventy four degrees and then gone to the shower. She shaved and checked and reshaved her entire pussy area three times to make certain there was no stubble and then repeated the procedure on her legs. She applied no makeup and used no scents except the natural scent of the toothpaste and soap. She dried herself and in the bedroom she put on the bra and made certain that it was not too tight as directed and then dressed in the blouse. The bra and blouse straps overlapped perfectly. She placed the two small washbasins on the bathroom counter and six new white washcloths next to them. Next she put on the skirt and tucked it in. She wore no panties or bra as he'd demanded. Next, she brushed her hair and put on the black heels before checking herself in the mirror. She thought she looked cheap and she felt cheap dressed this way for work, but he'd demanded it and she'd felt the excitement now as she prepared to leave for work. As she left, she remembered to put the key out so that he could get into the apartment. She didn't know when he would arrive but was already wet from thinking about it. In the car she pulled the shirt skirt a little higher and turned the fan on high to dry herself as she drove to work. Everybody she passed, including the ladies and her friends, stared at her as she went to her desk, sat down and began work. She'd always been extremely conservative in her dress and demeanor at work and this was a complete shift in everything she'd ever been and done. She'd never felt overly beautiful or overly endowed and her legs were short and she felt them too fat, but every guy in the place and many of the ladies stopped by her desk this morning and talked. The guys were all so obvious and some of the gals were, too. People asked if she'd changed her hair style and it was obvious that she had. One guy volunteered to check where her computer got the wall power, but she turned him down politely. She was wet with anticipation and all this attention just increased the flow. She'd had to secretly wipe herself from a Kleenex box several times already and had to find a way to get the used tissue to the restroom for flushing. The clock seemed to drag as she worked and waited. At breakfast and now at lunch she ate nothing as he'd told her. At quitting time a throng of people walked her to her car and the guys arranged themselves at the door to watch her sit down in the skirt. The leather slid gently up and exposed a lot more than she'd wanted as she sat with legs closed and then lifted them together and placed them under the steering wheel and shut the door. Now guys were trying to stick their heads in through the window in hopes of looking down her blouse as she started the car and drove away leaving them drooling. This was a new life! She made a stop at the grocery for the fresh produce he'd wanted and then at the chinese food place and picked up everything he'd ordered and then drove home. When she arrived there was no sign that he'd been there and she felt disappointed as she opened the door. The door swung open and again she followed his directions precisely. She placed the bags of produce and chinese inside the door and then she stood in the doorway without closing the door and carefully removed the shoes, blouse and bra before lowering her hands to the skirt and sliding it to the floor. She picked them all up and folded them and placed them next to the food and stood again. Slowly she rotated in the open doorway, pausing when she was facing outside again and noticed two different neighbors watching her. She smiled and almost panicked before regaining control. She bent from the waist and spread her feet wide and waited for three minutes before settling to the floor on her knees. She continued to face outside, not permitted to turn, and then backed into the room and shut the front door. Because it was summer and still bright outside she hadn't been able to see into the darkened room as she unclothed. She reached for the food and black leather neck strap she'd put on the doorknob a week ago. She dressed in the neck strap, the only thing she was allowed to wear in the apartment, and then slowly backed to the table in front of the sofa and placed the food on the table. She heard a muffled sound and then felt a sharp slap across her ass. He was here and the sharpness of pain was erotic and she almost climaxed. He demanded that she unfold two white towels and spread them on the table and then crawl across the rug into the bathroom and return with the basins filled as directed with warm water and soap and a clean towel for drying. Next he demanded that she stand and slowly turn so that he could inspect her. As she finished the turn he directed her to take the washcloths and wash herself thoroughly with special attention to her breasts, navel and pubic areas while he watched. She was to insure that she was clean and all soap had been removed before drying herself. She was not allowed to talk or ask questions unless given permission and was required to follow every instruction without hesitation. He told her to open the chinese food containers and place them on each side of her and she did. Next he told her to sit on the table and pleasure herself in front of him with no assistance from him... she was told to be certain that she was thoroughly wet from the pleasuring and then to lie down on the table, and spread her legs. She was told to cover her pussy with sweet and sour pork or chicken with lots of sweet and sour sauce running through her wet pussy. She was to cover her nipples with Chow Mein and hand him a spoon. He served himself with the spoon and she was told to keep serving... replacing diminished items as necessary... she was allowed to change the main entree' as she wished... without informing her he would stop when satisfied. She was then to use the spoon and finish everything he'd left on her body, but add nothing more. She was to insure the spoon thoroughly cleaned every part of herself and discard nothing. When finished she was ordered to wash her body again in front of him and then change the water and return. She climaxed several times through his meal and he'd complimented her on the sweetness of the sweet and sour sauce. The feel of the spoon on her body was delicious and she wanted to urge him on, and at her turn to clean she lingered with the spoon before each bite. He had been sitting in the chair watching and was dressed only in a cock sleeve and ball pouch of black leather. Her neck band matched the leather he wore. She wanted to have him right there. She wanted to taste him and feel him enter her and she longed for his attention. She climaxed again. She was now ordered to thoroughly clean him with the soap, water and cloth and then dry him. She was careful and thorough as she stroked him with the cloth and then washed and examined each spot. Again she had climaxed at touching him and being so close. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting him... but she was denied and didn't ask. Next she was told to get a small saucer plate or dessert plate and sit on the floor in front of him. She was ordered to remove his leather and carefully place it on the floor where she sat and then place his cock and balls on the saucer. She was told to dish her own meal one item at a time over him and everything she ate was to first be served atop him on that saucer and she was to eat from the saucer with the same spoon. When her meal was complete... the washing ritual was repeated. Now he stood, took her neck by the collar and led her into the bedroom. He examined the room and then sat on the bed and directed her to turn on the computer and access the net. He gave her a site address and name and she entered them. He ordered her to type a greeting and when she entered there was a messenger response and immediately a request to open the camera. He answered the request and made her sit at his feet. A beautiful woman come on screen and she was as totally nude as he was. They exchanged a few terms of endearment and then he began commanding her to pleasure herself. The woman did as he commanded and between fingers and toys the woman was moaning in no time. She noticed his cock hardening and then he looked at her and told her to pleasure him... with her mouth only. She descended on him and began licking and tasting as his cock swelled more and his head throbbed under her tongue. She closed her iaround him as he watched the screen and she climaxed. It was a moment before she realized that she'd stopped working on him and his hands were now in her hair and demanding her to continue. The woman on the screen was screaming with emotion and he continued talking to the screen while viewing her. She closed her lips tightly around his head and massaged him with them without sucking and his hands became more urgent. She toyed and licked a few more minutes and felt how wet she'd gotten when suddenly she felt a small whip across her back and he forced her head down around his hardness. The pain again sharpened her pleasure and she was aware as his cock expanded the muscles at the back of her throat and enter deep. He must have enjoyed the feeling too as she heard him moan. Now two voices filled the room as the other woman was ordered once again. The woman was crying for release and he would not give it to her as his own excitement increased and he thrust harder and deeper. Finally he ordered the woman to cum and as it happened he filled her throat and then mouth with the creamy release she'd been wanting. He was momentarily satisfied and the knowledge caused her to commit also. She drenched a spot on the rug at his feet and was still shaking when he was ordering her to clean him. She started to withdraw when he stopped her and told her that he meant first to use her tongue and lips. Again she was ordered to fetch the basins and wash him and then herself. As she finished he made her assume a position of all fours with her hips at the edge of the mattress. He walked behind her and teased her anus and then her pussy by massaging them with his head. He talked all the time but she heard nothing while her senses reeled. After a few moments of lubrication he entered her slowly and demanded her to seat him slowly at her own pace. She did and when he was fully inserted she tightened her muscles and began to massage him. As he realized her movement was intended to satisfy, he began to fuck her ass hard and then harder and he ordered her how to move and what to do to please him. His excitement built and once again she felt the warmth of his flow as he filled her again and again. When he had exhausted himself she was told once again to clean him and now she realized that the other girl had been watching the full time. He commanded her to turn off the computer and then to lie at his feet as he dozed off. Subjugation I *noticed* Altair. Oh yes, I did. I didn't know what was wrong with me, noticing him, a man, in the way I did, those sharp cheekbones, long legs, that straight back, and the way the curly hair fell across his eyes. Those blue-gray eyes, that saw through everything, that seemed to see right through me when he looked at me with his cool gaze. That brain! He put everyone I knew to shame. The first time he caught my eye I put it down to the heat of the moment and fascination with Altair's power. After all, hadn't I just seen him cast a shield powerful enough to deflect an iron bull's charge? We killed it together, mage and warrior, but the charge that had flung me off my feet to land dazed, thirty feet away, simply bounced off Altair's magic shield. Altair looked like something frightening and alien then, his hair flying in the breeze, hands up, maintaining the shield, teeth gritted. I could feel the power coming off him in waves. We had no mages in our family, and no mages on my isle. Ever. In two hundred and fifty years of history. I'd never seen such a thing. People were always a little afraid and timid of mages, but I wanted to see more. I wanted to learn more. The second time I caught myself looking at Altair too long and with too much feeling was the time Altair cast a whirlpool portal on the water. How did he do this? By walking on the water himself. I stared in fascination and some awe as Altair drew patterns on the water, and then easily levitated himself onto the deck. Even in the middle of the raging maelstrom, Altair's expression never changed. A cold fish, that one. It wasn't like Altair did anything to encourage my interest. He was brusque and rude and standoffish and sometimes I felt I would like to do nothing better than to bring him down a notch. It was impossible, however – he never bent enough to get a lever in. I could no longer deny my fascination, however, when Altair turned a golem that had been attacking us. Actually made it turn around and attack its owners. I hadn't even known people could do that. I'd never had so much interest in another man, and in time I could no longer deny that I felt strongly about Altair, loved the *idea* of Altair. But I told myself it was the power that made my mouth go dry. I craved that power with a hunger. But it was platonic. I just was platonically fascinated with him. That happened all the time. Right? I knew I liked women, after all. I certainly had no other thoughts about him. Still, I thought my feelings were hidden from Altair, or more likely, ignored. I mean, he knew I admired him, but that meant next to nothing – that was normal and I knew Altair thought of it as his due. He expected it, in a way. That and fear, which was the most common reaction to him, but I felt very little fear. Just a little. But one day it all came to a head. It was after a major battle at the keep, and I, who had been warring in the courtyard, had seen yet another demonstration of Altair's power. Our enemy Miriam Laurentis had attacked the keep in three waves. First had been skeletons, rising from their very own graves. The fight had gone for some time, but eventually Altair, casting from his tower, had imbued all of the skeletons with an ethereal pale glow which helped to find them and locate them, and, about ten minutes after that, had detonated them, one after another. Then, she had begun to cast lightning bolts. Guided, huge lightning bolts, which came down one after another and struck people, killing them. I had gotten myself and my personal guard undercover. We were weary already from the skeleton fight, but there was no way to fight lightning bolts. But she had only killed three people when Altair retaliated. The next lightning bolt came down, actually stopped around eighteen feet off the ground, and then turned at a right angle and zoomed off. The next one, same thing. He did it six times before she finally decided there was no further point in this exercise. Lastly, she cast Shades to attack people and draw out their souls. We fought, but it was clear we had no way of killing them except with magical weapons, and only a handful of my men had one. My own sword was enchanted, but I could not be everywhere. At this, Altair left his tower. Standing on the parapet, casting spells, he was an impressive figure, dark and mysterious, the wind billowing his robes around him. He not only halted the Shades but also forced them to return the souls they had taken that day. And now the battle was over. I knew there was no way we would have triumphed without him. We might have fought the skeletons and even the Shades but we'd have been destroyed at the lightning bolts. I had bathed and changed and directed what needed to be done for tonight, but I was exhausted. Almost too exhausted to sleep, I decided to go up and see Altair and see what damage had been wrought on his tower. As an afterthought I grabbed a bottle of the brandy I knew he liked. I knocked on the door to the tower I had let Altair have the use of as long as he served me. "Enter," came Altair's smooth baritone. I plodded up the stairs. Normally I would take these two at a time, but today I was far too tired. Behind him, the door shut gently and locked. "Altair!" I called, entering the main room – and then I stopped. The main room of Altair's tower was a mess. Books and papers were strewn everywhere. The couch was overturned. His enchantment table was on his side. And in the middle of this, sat Altair, on the floor, more relaxed than I had ever seen him. He was actually slouched, and there was blood on his forehead, but he looked content. "Altair, what happened? You're hurt." "She decided a direct attack was in order," he said, gesturing to his cabinet, which was ripped open, the door off its hinges. "She sent a Death Knight." "To your armoire?" "Yes." He arched an eyebrow and looked at me. "Is there something wrong with that?" I laughed. "No, it was just surprising. Of all things to attack through. Here, let me take a look at that wound." "It will be fine," but he allowed me to look at it, and bandage it up. It wasn't bad, but scalp wounds did tend to bleed a lot. "Here, I've brought some brandy. I figured we could have a little celebration." "Oh?" said he. "Shouldn't you be celebrating with your own people?" I clicked my tongue in mild annoyance. "I will celebrate with them. I just wanted to check on you first. Believe it or not, I like talking to you. I always learn things. "I poured out two shots of the brandy. "Here, it's the stuff you like." "Indeed. Thank you." Sometimes he could be excessively polite, that one. We sat and drank for a few moments, in silence. I spoke first. "That was pretty amazing, what you did down there. Deflecting those spells and all." "Oh?" "Yes. It is, quite frankly, amazing, watching you deflect her spells. She must be furious." He laughed in his customary way – just a short, sharp retort. "What's so funny?" "You. Everyone tells you to stay away from me. Even the Mage's Guild. They all warn you about me. And here you still are." "I know. I can't help it. It's foolish and probably stupid-" "-It is." I should have been hurt, but I was used to his abruptness. "Well, I can go if you like." Silence stretched between us for a long moment, and I was just deciding he wasn't in the mood to chat, and was going to leave, when he spoke. "Why?" "Why what? Why will I leave? I believe the last time I was in here, you told me I was 'casting a shadow'. I can tell when I'm not wanted." This last with sarcasm. "No. Why do you stay? Why do you insist on talking to me?" "Oh." I sat back and thought. "I don't know. I like spending time with you. It's fascinating." "Ah yes. You are...intrigued...by my idiosyncrasies." I felt my skin grow hot. Was I blushing? I was 26, I didn't blush. But it was the way he'd said it. His voice was silky smooth and slightly amused, and very knowing. He'd noticed me watching him...? I glanced up and found he was looking directly at me, those cold eyes, now blue, now gray, meeting my own. Our gaze held for a long moment. I felt his gaze penetrate my skull, and as always, perhaps more than ever, I felt all of my secrets were revealed to him. I felt heat down the back of my neck. I felt I needed to say something. "Well...I...I guess so. It's more fascination, really. I mean, you do such amazing things...the magic, and the power," I stuttered to a halt, realizing I was babbling. There was silence for a long moment, and then Altair moved to within a few inches of me, holding my gaze steady. Try as I might, I could not look away. There was a look in his eyes that had never been there before. It still had the same quality of detached interest as always, but there was also a sort of direct intensity and knowing to the gaze that was new. "You really admire me, don't you?" "Uh..." I breathed out softly. My whole body was tense. I didn't know what to say. "You think I haven't noticed? You think I've been that blind? I, who notice everything? Even I am human, Acastus." I felt a little fear grow in me. " I don't mean anything by it." "Oh? Pity. I do." And before I knew what to do, before I knew how to react, his mouth was on mine. I inhaled sharply as I felt those thin lips on my own, surprisingly warm for who he was, and his hand moved to my head, gripping it tightly. He wasn't gentle as he forced my mouth open, and I felt his tongue penetrate my mouth. It was silky, and wet, and warm... I yanked my head away. "Altair!" "Acastus." First time since I had known him I saw passion in his eyes, and a fire lit deep inside of them. And I was afraid there was a corresponding flame in my eyes, too. But I still tried to deny it. I was breathless and unsure. "But...we're both men." He looked at me impatiently. "Does that really mean anything to you? When you look at me, is that the first thing that comes to mind?" "No...no, it isn't." I hung his head. "But it's wrong. I mean, we're not supposed to..." "Yes, because I obey rules all the time." He rolled his eyes and I thought again how smoky they were. "Besides, I know how to handle this. Acastus?" "Yes?" "Shut. Up." And his mouth covered mine again, demanding and hot, and I hesitantly responded. Altair kissed me, still not gently, until I just couldn't fight anymore. His hands entered my hair, silky soft and blond, so different from his own dark curly hair, and I slowly began to give in. My mind was in a frenzy. What if someone caught us? What would they say? What would they think? What was I doing with a man's mouth on my own, anyway? But all thoughts slowly began to scatter under Altair's expert kisses. And expert they were. Tender for a moment, his warm mouth brushed over my lips, my mustache, my beard. Altair was clean-shaven to the point of obsessive ness and that smooth skin against mine was so enticing. My breath was coming in short gasps. I felt Altair shift his body and soon that long lanky body was pressing against me, and I could feel that he was hard, and I could feel his need. "Do you not think I'm human, Acastus? Simply because I never show weakness?" He was biting the hollow of my neck now, as I moaned. Did I moan? Did I mean to moan? "I see the way you look at me. I see the hunger in your eyes that you don't even acknowledge to yourself." He was pushing me back now, until I was lying on the floor, in the mess of papers and I somehow couldn't fight him. If I wanted to, I was strong enough to push him off me without effort. I was going to do just that. I was. In a minute. I was now flat on my back and Altair climbed on top of me, and his mouth sought mine out again. He gave no quarter and gave me no time to think about it. He bit my bottom lip, pulling at it, and just then I felt him shift until I felt his hard cock directly against my own. Which was hard as a rock, I realized for the first time. Our cocks rubbed together with maddening friction through the layers of cloth and it lit me aflame, I tell you. I don't know if it was the physical aspect or finally the realization and acceptance that Altair made me hard, Altair made me want him, to possess him or to be possessed by him, but either way, I finally understood it wasn't platonic. My hands came up of their own accord and clutched his head and tried to pull him even closer. Our teeth knocked together – when had I ever been so clumsy? – as I grabbed two handfuls of his curly hair. "I know what you want, Acastus, and I am going to give it to you in every manner you can dream of," he growled to me. Awkwardly he began to take off his shirt, and I helped him, half tearing it. In a few minutes we were both divested of our shirts, and he sat up, straddling me, looking down at me. I looked up at him, unsure. I couldn't help but admire his beautiful body. He was lithe and slim, without an inch of fat anywhere; it was all tight muscle and smooth skin. I was on the other hand much bigger, probably stronger in the long run. Still, I saw his eyes flick over my body admiringly and I was pleased. "Still nervous, are we, Acastus?" I swallowed. "Very." "Hmm. Shall I make it easier for you?" He made a gesture with his fingers, and suddenly I was pinned to the floor. I tried to move my arms but could not. "Altair!" "Oh yes. Now you don't have to think about it at all." He slid down my body, making sure to grind his hips against my erect cock as he went by, making me yelp and arch my back helplessly. "This tells me you haven't abated in your interest at all." His eyes never left mine and I too could not look away as he undid my pants, slowly and deliberately. I tried to struggle but in truth I was even more turned on, being held down just by magic. I felt his slim hand slip inside the opening to my breeches and go right past the undershorts I was wearing. When I first felt his dexterous fingers on me I positively moaned. He wrapped them around me, and began to work me, in slow, sharp jerks. "Isn't this what you wanted, Acastus? Master Altair, at your service, serving you?" His voice had dropped to a low cadence, matching his strokes. I shut my eyes desperately. "Didn't you dream of this?" I found my voice somewhere. "Of course I did, Altair. I never knew." "Mmm," he chuckled. "I'll tell you what else you wanted. But first..." and he slipped his other hand inside my pants, too, cupping my balls, which had drawn up tight against my body in anticipation and desire. "Open your eyes and look at me," he commanded, and I obeyed. His blue eyes never left my own and I could not look away either. The whole thing had taken on a dream-like quality for me. I felt his fingers slipping over the sensitive glans, down the length of me, gripping me, then back up to the tip. "Altair, you are driving me crazy," I whispered. He smirked at me and began to up his pressure and his speed. I didn't think I would be able to hold out much longer. I tried to move and realized he was no longer holding me to the floor, and I half sat up, enough to reach his mouth with my own. He met me back without hesitation, and even while we kissed, he never stopped doing what he was doing. His hands felt wonderful, and I felt myself begin to lose control. It had been so long, with the battles and everything; I hadn't even stopped for a woman at any point, though I could have. But still...I rebelled at the thought that he could have me so easily. Was I that easy? I pushed him away. "Stop," I protested, though it was weak and I knew it was a lie. I didn't want him to stop. He only gave me a smug look. "Still resisting. Is that the case?" In one fluid moment, he stood, in front of me, and cast a spell. I felt my body go immobile again. I struggled. I was a very strong man and could not move at all. "I can see what you want. You don't want gentleness. You want me to dominate you." He crooked a finger, and I felt myself arch, forced to move from a sitting position to kneeling in front of him. His hands went to his pants, as I watched, unbuttoning them and then slowly letting them slide down his body. He was erect, fully, not inches from my face. His penis had a slight curve to it that I'd never seen before. Not that I had looked at too many naked, erect men. "Now you will listen to me." He stepped out of his pants smoothly and walked right up to me. I would have had to lean back slightly to avoid him, but I found I could not move at all, and was less than an inch away from him. His hand snaked out and caught a handful of my hair and I grunted. "Open your mouth, Acastus, or I'll open it for you." I shut it tight and looked up at him. He smirked again in evident pleasure at my resistance, and I felt my heart beat faster. "Very well." He flicked his hand again and I felt my jaw go slack. The man totally controlled me with magic, and I felt my cock surge again with arousal. I was lost in a sea of lust. "If I feel your teeth even once, there'll be hell to pay." And without further adieu, he forced his cock forward, into my mouth. I'd never had a cock in my mouth before, and now I didn't seem to have much choice in it. His hands were in my hair, both of them now, gripping two handfuls, and while he began gently, I guessed I wouldn't have much time to acclimate myself. I tried to relax...seeing I suddenly had control of my mouth again...and he helped me by tilting my head back. I looked up into those stormy eyes and I saw something almost akin to affection and fondness, before he narrowed his eyes and began to move faster. He held my head almost gently and his eyes bore into my own as he plunged into my mouth over and over again, using me. Slowly, unexpectedly, I saw him begin to do something I'd never seen before - lose control. His eyes softened and began to glaze over, and I felt his control of my own body loosen. I reached down and gripped my own erect cock; it was almost painful as I began to jerk myself in time to his thrusts. He tasted salty and sweet at the same time, the length of him going in and out of my mouth, but what nearly drove me wild was the look in his eyes, the look of mastery and control and submission, all at the same time. I was long since under his spell, but I was reaching the end of my endurance. Without warning he grabbed my head and pulled it all the way down the length of me, until my forehead was touching his belly. He held me there for a full second and then I felt him spurt into me, groaning. I was totally not expecting it and nearly choked. A man's come, in my mouth! If I wanted to breathe there was no place for it to go but for me to swallow it, and I did, desperately, scrabbling at him, until he finally let me go, sliding out of my mouth. I coughed, and some of it came out, and I knew it was on my face and on my chin. I looked up at him, panting, dirty, covered in his come. "You look good," he murmured, and knelt with me. Again there was that surprising tenderness as he leaned forward and kissed me, without hesitation, tasting his own come on my mouth, his tongue sliding inside, tasting me, and his hand wrapped around my cock. It took one, two, three pumps, and I lost all control. I came, shaking, and moaning, all over his hands and probably all over his belly and legs, crying out into his mouth. He kissed my mouth gently and sat back on his haunches. I realized I'd never even fully taken my pants off; they were just down around my knees. All in all I probably made a rather undignified sight, half-dressed, mouth freshly fucked, leaning over onto my hands, and hair askew...and I knew I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I found I couldn't look him in the eyes, and he chuckled. "And now, Acastus, you are mine. Are you not? Answer me now and call me Master when you do!" This last was said sharply and he put his hand on my chin and raised my head. Subjugation "Yes...Master Altair. Yes, I am." My response was weak. "Good. Come with me." And he helped me rise to my feet, shucking my pants on the way, and led me upstairs, to his bedroom.