****** Ice Queen Chapter 3 by Jennistoy ******
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Ice Queen Chapter 3


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Ice Queen

Chapter 3

"Wake up, you need to wake up now." I woke from the dream to find myself
staring into the children's eyes. Those were the funniest eyes; they looked as
if someone had placed little shards of Merlin's power in them. When my head
cleared, I realized that Scott was sitting on the side of the bed. Michael and
Sherri were with him, standing over his shoulders and watching me worriedly.

"What do you want? Go away!"

"Nope we're not gonna do it. Christa called Michael as soon as she got to
John's place. She was hysterical. She said you kicked her out, threw money at
her and she said you were crying. We haven't seen you in four days although we
did hear you. You are getting up NOW." The last was said with force. I shrugged
off his hands and burrowed back under the covers.

"Trish this is not open for debate. You need to get up now."

"Fuck off."

"You need a shower first before I do that. Come on get up." I scrunched my eyes
shut and held on to the covers for dear life. "Trish, I am going to treat you
like a child if you don't get up." I mumbled into my pillow,

"Fuck you, go away, leave me alone. I don't need you people. I don't need
anyone. I am a self-sufficient woman. I can do it all. I don't need love. I
don't need happiness. All I need is a purpose." Just then I felt the covers
ripped away and my body being lifted. Scott had me in his arms; I snuggled
deeper into his arms, ready to sleep again. He stepped into the cold spray of
the shower with me.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph. What the hell? Have you lost your mind?" He laughed as
he brought me out and set me down on my feet. I almost collapsed and he caught
me. Sherri brought a robe and wrapped it around me. Her large brown eyes were
full of tears. Once she had it secure around me she hugged me and held on to me
tightly.

"What were you doing Trish? You scared me to death!" I looked at her with
wonder in my eyes. Michael stood in the doorway watching and looking like his
dog had just died. I lowered my head and stood there shivering. Michael took
Sherri's hand and led her out. As I watched them go, I mumbled,

"Now there goes a good couple." Scott turned to me and said,

"What do you know, it speaks with out swearing." I glared up at him. He messed
with the controls on the shower and said, "Now it's warm, go take a shower." I
stood up held his eyes and threw off my robe. I stepped into the shower and
leaned against the wall.

"I don't hear water hitting anything but the floor of the shower. You don't
want me to come in there after you." I stepped into the spray and stuck out my
tongue at where his voice was coming from while reaching for the shampoo. By
the time I was done, I was shaved and neatly trimmed, my hair and body were
clean and I was looking forward to brushing my teeth, having a smoke and
drinking some coffee. A hand appeared in the curtain with a toothbrush and I
snatched it from him. It actually felt kind of fun to spit on the floor of the
shower. When I was clean from head to toe I turned off the water and the same
hand held out a towel. I wrapped it around my hair and stepped out of the
shower. Scott leaned against the sink appraising me up and down.

"That was meant for your body."

"Oh well next time you wait on me make that a little more clear will you?" I
stalked passed him into the living area and started looking for my smokes.

"You're not going to find them. I already broke them and threw them away."

"Excuse me? You did what?"

"I threw all your cigarettes away. You don't need them and right now all they
are going to remind you of is bad stuff."

"Those were mine! How dare you go through my personal things!"

"Just doing what needs to be done. Since we're going to have a relationship,
you need to know that I don't tolerate crutches." I actually heard my jaw hit
the floor. I was sure I looked like one of those cartoons.

"Relationship? What ever gave you the idea I want a relationship, much less one
with you?" He smiled, and said,

"Because I grow on people and soon you are going to wonder how you ever got on
without me in your life." I stared at him in disbelief. I couldn't believe what
I was hearing.

"What is this "snag a rich chick" week?" Scott grabbed me by my arms and shook
me slightly.

"Don't ever say that. I don't need your money." His eyes raked up and down my
body and suddenly I found my lips mashed by his. His arms gripped me so tight
that I couldn't move. He was hurting me! Right as that thought entered my mind,
his lips changed. He started caressing mine, using his tongue to flick against
mine. His hand sneaked around to my neck and his thumb caressed my cheek. The
world ground to a stop again, time stood still and I stood in the eye of the
storm that raged all around us. My hand crept to his back, but as soon as I
touched him he exploded backwards.

"Go get dressed. You need to eat and I am taking you out for dinner."

"Huh," was my witty reply.

"Go get dressed." I padded into the bedroom wondering what I had done wrong. It
was obvious he was disgusted. Was I so bad that he couldn't bring himself to
even pity fuck me?

I came out of my room dressed in hip hugger leather pants and a silk oxford
shirt that was buttoned only over my breasts. I wore sandals on my feet and had
even painted my toes. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail and I had very
little makeup on. Scott came over and undid the ponytail, letting my straight
dark red hair flow free over my shoulders and down my back.

We went to eat at a local restaurant/bar. He ordered for me and watched me eat.
He made sure that I ate quite a bit and drank a glass of milk. He refused to
let me have coffee, pop or alcohol. Instead I got fruit juice and milk. I was
disgusted with his behavior, but I decided that since I was starving that I
could cope with it. Besides everything tasted so good. I couldn't ever remember
being that hungry.

We left the restaurant and he drove me back to the club. He walked me
downstairs and sat me on the couches. He went up to the bar, brought me back
several new books and a huge glass of juice. After kissing me on the head, he
left to go work. I watched him stunned, confused and very attracted.

That night people kept coming over and talking a few minutes then leaving. It
seemed they all had been concerned that I had disappeared. Apparently my loyal
staff had kept my breakdown quiet and everyone assumed that I had the flu. I
let them think that figuring that since I spent four days in bed that was a
good assumption.

Around 12:00 there was an announcement asking me to report to the center of the
dungeon. Scott was waiting there for me, a mike in hand. He took my hand and
announced the sale of Christa to John and John's new appointment to the store
as General Manager. He also stated that both Christa and John wanted to cement
their new relationship with a ceremony here at the club tonight. I watched as
the two of them walked forward and spoke promises to each other. Christa on how
she desired to serve and respect John and he on how he promised to keep her
safe happy and whole. When he buckled a collar around her neck, she burst into
tears and the two looked so happy. I knew I had made the right choice then.

Watching the emotion passing between the two of them brought back the black
cloud that had been hanging just out of my reach all day. I wondered if I would
ever care for anyone like that or if I really ever wanted to. Scott held my
hand tightly during their production. I kept trying to scoot out of his reach
till he finally warned me that he would make a scene if I didn't settle down. I
muttered about blackmail and quieted down almost immanently. He grinned and
pulled me closer. Michael then took the microphone and said,

"I have other happy news for us all. Trish has taken Scott as her new
submissive. He is accountable only to her and promises all of us that he will
take good care of her."

At those words, Scott took me into his arms and kissed me gently. I hissed
under my breath,

"What the hell is going on? What have you done?" He smiled and sunk to his
knees in front of me. I placed my hand on his shoulder and looked into his
eyes. Humor sparkled in them and he then stood and picked me up in his arms and
carried me over to my couches where he ensconced me under blankets and refilled
my juice. He kissed me tenderly, causing my heart to jump and my body to crave
his touch. He went back to the bar and I got another round of people
congratulating me. The women seemed jealous, as did some of the men. Scott came
over and checked on me several times during the rest of the night before he
decided to put me to bed. Michael let him go for the rest of the night and even
kissed my cheek before I went up stairs.

When we got to my flat I was expecting him to drop me off and leave, but was
surprised to see him come in and then I noticed that there were boxes all over
the place.

"Scott, what is going on here? Who is moving in or out?"

"Trish, it's my stuff, I am moving in to take care of you. You apparently need
someone to do that and I have taken on the job. One thing, in here you answer
to me. If you have problems again, I want to be there. I made a promise to
Michael that I would. You scared him, you scared us all. I won't let any of
them go through that again. I have become very close to Sherri, Michael,
Christa and John and I won't let you hurt them."

I watched wide-eyed as he stalked through the flat like a caged animal.

"Scott, if you hate me so much why are you doing this? I am sure you guys could
have hired a live in maid or nurse for me, one that would report problems to
you. I didn't try to kill myself or even hurt myself so what was the big deal?
I went through a blue funk, it happens to people. I don't want your help. I
don't need your help. Go away." He walked over to me and gripped my arms.

"Listen I don't want to be here, but everyone thinks it's for the best. I seem
to be the only person around you that you can't or won't steamroll over. You're
stuck with me woman so you had better get used to it."

"What was with the big deal in the club then tonight?"

"We didn't want people to question why I was always around you. That was the
easiest way to achieve that objective. They won't question you giving Christa
away and they will accept me much easier. I want you to know one thing, out
there you get to be the boss, in here I am. Understand?" I watched him for a
second before stalking to the bathroom and running water for a bath. Scott
followed me in and watched as I added perfume to it. I stripped, holding his
eyes as I did so. Then I stepped into the tub and closed the curtain on him.

I lay soaking in the hot water letting the fragrant steam float up around me
when suddenly the curtain was pulled back violently. Scott stood glaring down
at me. His teeth were clenched. I smiled and dribbled water over my breasts
with the sponge. His eyes followed the water and he groaned softly.

"Is there a problem Scott? You afraid I was going to slip under the water to
drown myself?"

"Bitch."

"Fuck you, I am an adult and don't need you here." He held out the book that I
had been reading all night. I snatched it out of his hand and opened it up and
began to read.

"Close the curtain Scott, you're letting all the heat out." The curtain stayed
open for a bit then it softly drifted to the side of the tub. I leaned back
against the bath pillow and sighed. This was going to be hard. I couldn't
figure out for the life of me why I was going to let him stay. I could call the
cops and force him out but I was interested in seeing what his idea of being
the boss was.

Apparently I had soaked long enough because when I started the water to heat it
up again, he came back in and hit the plug.

"Time to get out. You need to go to bed."

"I am not a child Scott, I'll get out when I am good and ready." He sighed and
reached into the tub and picked me up. It seemed to cost him no more effort
than picking up a child. I knew I was not a little girl so his strength
surprised me. He dumped me on the bed. I lay there naked, dripping with my body
exposed to him. He threw the towel at me and stalked off again. I slowly dried
off and strolled to the kitchen only to find the fridge empty of pop and
alcohol. I groaned and stalked over to the couch where he was watching TV

"What the hell am I supposed to drink? I don't want any more fruit juice."

"Drink water then."

"I want a coke."

"You aren't allowed any."

I threw my arms up and got on the phone.

"Hello I would like to place an order for delivery." The line went dead. I
turned and Scott stood there with the plug to the phone in his hand.

"Go to bed Trish."

"No."

"Don't make me put you there."

"You wouldn't dare!" Scott stood up and walked over to me. On his way he
clicked off the TV and the lights. I stood my ground. My brain was willing my
legs to run, but I couldn't. He got up in my face.

"Go to bed Trish." I slapped him as hard as I could. His eyes narrowed and he
grabbed me and threw me kicking and pounding over his shoulder. I started to
scream, but he just bounced me until I shut up. Once on the bed he pulled out a
pair of cuffs, which he used, on my hands. Then he attached a rope to those and
that he wrapped around his hand. He pulled back the covers and tossed me under
them. Then he stripped. I watched my eyes wide.

Oh dear God, he was Adonis in the flesh. His stomach was washboard hard and
rippled with any movement. His chest was easily twice as wide as my shoulders
and there was a light dusting of black hair. The pattern narrowed at his waist
and blended into his pubic hair. Even soft he was magnificent. His cock was
easily 4" soft, and it hung nestled on his balls. He turned his back to me and
I could see the wide expanse of his back. His ass was as good looking as it had
been in those jeans almost a week ago and his legs were cut with muscles. His
calves were also cut and they lead down to masculine feet. I swallowed hard.
For the briefest of seconds, I could imagine that body on mine, moving against
me. I actually had to shake my head to rid myself of the image.

Scott crawled into bed next to me. He pulled me close to him and wrapped his
arms around me. I could feel every inch of that man's body molding itself to
mine. He sighed and whispered goodnight in my ear. I lay there stiff and
unmoving, unable to relax or sleep. I decided to do something else instead. I
snuggled back into him, rubbing my ass against his groin. He chuckled and
slapped my ass and told me to go to sleep. I got pissed and tried to roll away
but he tightened his grip.

"You're not going anywhere, I want you right here."

"You're too hot." Scott started laughing out loud. I shot him a look and said,
"That isn't what I meant."

He rolled me to my back and covered my body with his.

"Are you sure? Your heart is beating hard again." He ran his hand over my side,
down my ribs, over my hip down my leg and slowly started on his way back up.
Suddenly I couldn't breathe.

"Get off me, I can't handle this game!" I shoved at him. He didn't budge. His
lips were inches from mine; he brushed over them softly,

"This is no game Trish. You belong to me. You are mine to do with as I please
and it pleases me to have you here by me. I want your body and soul at my
disposal." Again he brushed my lips. My heart jumped in my chest. I was
trembling and I was sure he could hear my heart beating. Tears welled up in my
eyes. I had cried more recently than I ever had my whole life.

"Shh Trish, it's ok, I want to hold you, to feel you next to me. I want to
explore you. You drive me crazy, you make me mad, and you make me laugh. I want
you to want me as much as I want you."

"You hate me," I sniffled.

"No I hate the way you act. You are too beautiful of a woman to be this cold.
Your breakdown showed me that there is emotion in you. It showed me that you do
feel. I want to have you feel towards me. Why do you think I am here? No one
could have forced me to be here if I didn't want to be here. Oh God you are so
beautiful." His lips caressed my neck, stroking me as though I was so precious
that I could possibly break. As soon as I arched into him, he pulled away. He
rolled me onto his chest and kissed the top of my head and told me to sleep.

I lay there in a state of confusion. I wanted him more then he knew. I wanted
to make love to him; I wanted to have him by my side. My mind kept drifting
back to the babies in my dream. They had his eyes. In my dream, I wanted to
hold them to protect them, to nurture them and to make them mine. I fell asleep
to images of the old magician holding out children to me, telling me to take
them and grow with them.

The next morning I woke up to a slap on my ass. I rolled over and saw a
blindfolded submissive in front of me. I noticed my hands were no longer cuffed
and I saw Scott wandering around naked. I followed him for a bit, eating up the
way his body moved. I watched the natural grace that he moved with. I sat up
and looked at the submissive. She was waiting for direction. I touched her
shoulder and asked her what she was doing here.

"I am here to attend to your needs Mistress."

"My needs?"

"Yes Mistress, I was told you have been ill. I am here to serve you in what
ever way you see fit."

"Really?" I reached over and took off her blindfold and stroked her face. She
really was very pretty. I leaned over and kissed her long and lovingly. She
moaned and moved her hands to my shoulders to steady herself. I had her kneel
by the bed and started working on her neck. I slowly ran my tongue along her
neck, nipping and teasing. She moaned even louder and I watched Scott while I
tasted her skin. He was glancing over watching the two of us. He seemed to want
in, but was holding back for some reason. I lowered my eyes and sucked the
color to her skin. When I moved my mouth away a light purple bruise resided
where my lips had been. I turned her so her breasts away from me and had her
climb up on the bed.

I leaned her back to me and started fondling her nipples. Scott was now just
watching the two of us. I nipped on the back of her neck and slid my hands down
her stomach. Slowly I inched my way down her thighs spreading them, opening
them. She moaned loudly and arched upward. I whispered in her ear

"You see that man over there? He looks like he could use a good blowjob doesn't
he?" She moaned and nodded. "Do you want to go over there and suck his cock or
stay here and let me play?" She mumbled something that I couldn't hear. "What?

"Stay here."

"Louder!"

"Mistress I want to stay here with you!"

I looked up at Scott, held his eyes and proceeded to bring the girl quickly to
orgasm. My fingers danced over her clit and worked their way into her pussy and
ass. She rode me and held on as though her life depended on it. When she
finally screamed her pleasure I had her clean my fingers with her tongue and
then pushed her over to Scott.

"I'm done with her, you can have what is left." With that I walked into the
bathroom to go take a shower. I heard the front door to the flat close and then
Scott stalked into the bathroom, shut off the water and glowered at me.

"You think you can impress me? I didn't want her before you had her, much less
afterward."

"What's the matter Scott can't you get it up? She was very pretty or is it
women that disgust you? I was sure it was just me, but now I wonder." His hand
rose, and he clenched his teeth together. "Go ahead, hit me." I pushed him and
he stumbled back a bit. "Hit me, I dare you, go ahead."

I held his eyes the whole time.

He turned and started to walk away. I spit at him as he left the room. He
turned back and grabbed my arms. His lips ground into mine. His right hand
sneaked up and gripped my hair. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and
assaulted mine. This was not the fleeting kisses of earlier, this was a full
out assault. He was almost growling in his anger. I ran my hands up his chest,
teasing his nipples as I fought back with my mouth. Suddenly he pushed me away
from him and stood back still fighting that anger.

"I want you, but you have to come to me and ask. There can be no leeway on
this. You have to want me as part of your life and as part of your heart."

"Why," I cried out.

"You'll figure it out." With that he turned on his heel and left the room. I
gasped and leaned against the sink. What was so important about me wanting him?
I couldn't figure it out for the life of me. When I exited the shower later the
same submissive was waiting for me by the bed.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was told to wait for you Mistress. Your Scott thought you would enjoy a
session in the dungeon with me."

I looked at her and nodded. We went downstairs and I saw Michael at the bar.

"Where is Scott?"

"He went out for a bit. He said you might come down."

I made a non-committal sound and walked the submissive over to the cuffs that
were suspended from the chain in the center of the room. I blindfolded her and
stroked the bare expanse of her back.

"What is your name?"

"Tina, Mistress."

"Tina, do you have a safeword?"

"No Mistress, I have never had need to call one."

"Fine," I sighed. "Here." I gave her a napkin from the bar. "If I am too harsh
with you, let me know by dropping this." She nodded her consent. "Tina, why do
you submit?"

"Because I was made for it Mistress, I need to give myself over to a superior
will and desire."

"Then kiss the instrument of your submission." I held a paddle up to her lips.
She lovingly kissed it.

I started paddling her. I allowed her 15 licks on her ass per cheek. When the
30 were finished she was pinking up nicely.

"Thank you Mistress."

I tweaked her breast in response. Then I got a braided leather flogger. I
started in a rhythm that warmed her from shoulders to calves. Her cries echoed
through the empty dungeon. I was vaguely aware that Michael had stopped what he
was doing to watch my moves. I continued to lash her focusing on the already
pink buttocks. Each lash stung the already sensitive skin. She gripped her
paper napkin tightly. I kept up till she was dark red. When I stopped I got the
whispered thanks.

I ran my hand over her ass and watched her shudder. Her juice was running down
her legs and she was trembling. I slowly ran my finger from her clit to her
ass. She moaned out. I happened to glance up and saw Scott leaning against the
bar watching. He had no expression on his face, he was just watching. Michael
was smiling and so was Sherri. Where had everyone come from? There were others
scattered through out the dungeon that hadn't been there when I started. They
were all talking quietly while appraising my style. I decided to keep eye
contact with Scott and let him know that I was dealing with this girl for him.
God, I wished it was him. I wanted to feel his skin under my fingers.

I took her off the chain and lay her down on the floor. Standing over her, I
walked up and down her body dripping wax, coating her flesh one drip at a time
until I could make a mold. The first breast I took to Michael. He examined it
and discovered it was able to hold liquid. He placed it in a holder, and filled
it with water. He brought it over to me while I worked on the other. I held her
eyes as I slowly dribbled the water over her body, helping to harden the wax.
When the other was done we popped it off and Michael took it as well.

Tina lay panting on the floor. Her legs spread were spread wide. I slowly
dripped the wax down her stomach to her clit where we started to cover her
clit. She screamed, but did not release the napkin. Her hips worked furiously
on the floor. I peeled the wax off her clit and knelt by her. I held the mold
out and asked,

"Do you know what this is a mold of?"

"My clit Mistress."

"That's right. I hold this in my hand to remind you of who has the power to
give you pleasure, who controls your body, who plays it like a fine
instrument." Tina's eyes were huge. She nodded slowly as I picked her up and
walked over to a chair. I settled her down on my lap and slowly started to let
my fingers glide over her. Her legs were spread wide, exposing her pussy and
ass to everyone watching. I started with her breasts, stroking and playing with
her nipples.

She was so sensitive that soon she was cumming. I spread her legs further apart
and stretched her pussy so it gaped wide open. I then danced my fingers down to
her clit and started to lightly stroke at it. Because the stimulation came so
soon after her first orgasm she came again very quickly. Her hole was literally
dripping juice on to the floor. I told her to go find a toy of her choice and
to fuck herself with it for the enjoyment of everyone. She crawled to Scott,
head down and said, "Mistress has directed me to use any toy of my choice here
in the dungeon and I choose you." His eyes flew to mine where I was busy trying
to hide my smile.

He stood and stripped where he stood. His cock stood out from his body. I
sucked in my breath. His eyes never left mine as he bent her over a stool and
proceeded to slam his body into hers. I stood up as he slowed the pace and
started to caress her. He traced his lips over her shoulder, his eyes never
leaving mine. I felt my eyes tear up and I strode from the room, heading up
stairs. When I reached my flat I stood trembling against the wall. For the
split second, I could see Scott doing that to me. I wanted it so badly, but I
would not admit to the desire that was inside me.

I strode over to my computer and sat down. I went into the chatroom and hid
myself in the corner. I listened to the discussion for a while then suddenly
someone brought up last night in the club. They mentioned the whole spectacle
at midnight and how confused I had looked in the beginning before Scott had
kissed me. They said that he had looked at me with love in his eyes. If only
they had known the truth I thought. They also said I looked fragile that night,
almost as if the flu had done damage to my soul. My eyes were bruised and huge.
I had looked very pale to everyone. It was no wonder that he had tucked me back
up and then carried me upstairs shortly there after.

I was so engrossed in the eavesdropping that I didn't hear him come in. He
stood behind me; his jeans open at the buttons reading the screen over my
shoulder. The sound of his voice caused me to jump a mile.

"They do love to talk about you." I turned and looked at him for a second,
contemplating those open buttons, before responding.

"I am a favorite target for gossip. I am surprised that they haven't heard
about just a few minutes ago." As I spoke someone was clicking on about the
little demonstration and how I had gifted Tina to Scott. They all seemed to
agree I was a very generous Domme and that Scott was a very lucky man. Behind
me Scott snorted.

"What you don't agree? I would say that a guy that gets a primed female handed
to him should count himself lucky." Scott merely kissed my neck and went into
the shower. I watched him in frustration. Making a quick decision, I stripped
off my clothes and joined him in the shower. He ignored me, and continued with
his cleaning ritual.

"Scott, we need to talk. Why are you angry now?"

"If you don't know, I am not going to tell you."

"Ok, that is childish." I took the soap and started to lather his back. He
tried to jerk away, but couldn't. I said, "Please don't pull away. Let me touch
you." A soft moan escaped his lips as I lathered his back and ass and ran my
hands over him gently. "I love looking at you. This is the first time you have
let me touch you, allowed me the freedom to run my hands over you and let my
fingers see what my eyes see." He moaned again. I slowly worked my way around
his chest, running my nails over his nipples. I heard him suck in his breath,
and I smiled.

Slowly I turned him around to face me and lifted my lips to join with his.
Before they met, he asked if I wanted him. I nodded and he growled into my neck
and said,

"We do it my way." I nodded, not caring so long as I had him. He picked me up
and carried me outside the bathroom to the bed where he threw me down on it.
His hands held mine securely above my head securely and started to kiss and
bite on my neck. I wanted my hands free but when I tugged at his grasp he
growled and told me to lie still.

"My way remember?" I groaned and whispered in his ear

"I want to touch you, to taste you, please?" He shook his head and bit on my
nipple causing ripples through my body.

"Hands above your head or we stop." I moaned and relaxed against his
restraining hands. His lips and teeth and tongue traveled over my breasts,
sucking, biting licking. I strained against him, begging softly for more.

He continued down my body, seeming to devour me. When he reached my pussy he
spread my legs and looked at me. Suddenly he dove in, licking and sucking at my
clit. Two of his long fingers entered me and rubbed my G-spot. I arched up
against his lips and shuddered as the first waves of passion rippled through
me. I wanted more, I wanted to feel the length of his cock inside me. He
flicked at my clit with his tongue, I cried out feeling my orgasm crash down on
me. I screamed his name, and he didn't let up. His tongue traveled the length
of my pussy, licking and suckling. I wanted him so bad I was near tears.
Suddenly he stopped.

"Trish," his voice sounded harsh, "do you want me?" I nodded. "Do you want to
belong to me?" Again I nodded. He gripped my face in his hands "Do you belong
to me, you are my property?"

"Yes yes yes!"

As soon as those words escaped my lips he plunged deeply into me. He bottomed
out in a second and then he stopped. I cried out my frustration.

"You are mine, your body and soul belong to me. Say it!" He said it with such
fierce determination that I opened my eyes and looked into his. They seemed to
dance and glow. I said,

"I belong to you." He shuddered and started to move. He held me close to him
and as we started to move together, our eyes held. I gripped his shoulders and
when I came again, he cried out my name at the same time.

We lay there in the aftermath of what we had done. I was wondering if he would
pull away again and leave me cold. Instead he reached around under the bed and
got out a box inside there was a lightweight gold chain with a small flat heart
on it. The front was engraved with a coiled bullwhip and the back had the name
Scott on it. He secured it around my neck and it hung low between my breasts.

"Don't take it off. I always want to see the glint of gold between those
breasts. I want you to feel that and know who you belong to."

I shuddered as the cold metal touched my skin. I felt free and light and
happily dependent on someone. I looked at him and smiled. He caressed my face
and knelt before me.

I reached out for him and kissed his lips softly. I wanted for nothing at that
moment. I had a person that could ignite passion in me, who played my body as
though I was the instrument and who made me dependent on his mercurial moods.
Had I found my peace?

Scott lifted me out of the bed, carried me over to the couch and sat me down.
He curled up behind me and clicked on the TV. From the way he had me sitting I
couldn't reach him at all, but he could reach me, all of me. While he played
with my body he whispered in my ear.

"I am so happy, I want to keep you here, safe and protected. You are mine and I
am yours." His mouth caressed my ear, my neck, stroking, nipping and suckling.
I arched into him and he slid me backwards and impaled me on his cock. My hands
were held behind my back while I used my legs for leverage. One hand held my
arms and one caressed my back and ass. When he finally came, I collapsed
against him, my own body shaking from my orgasms.

He gently lifted me from his lap and took me over to the bed and laid me on it.
From there he bound my hands and feet to the posts on the bed. I didn't fight
him at all I just let him arrange me like a rag doll. I was so pleased to have
broken through to him that I didn't fight it at all.

He strapped a vibrator called a butterfly around my waist and legs and then
turned it on and left to go back to the couch to watch TV. I called out to him,
begged him to come back, cried and finally cursed him. My body was responding
to the vibrator and I was becoming more sensitive by the second. I was so
exhausted that I couldn't keep my eyes open, yet as I would start to drift off,
the vibrator would kick on, did I mention it was remote controlled, and wake me
and start my torture over and over again. Finally some hours later, I was
bathed in sweat and the cum from my pussy had drenched the sheets, Scott came
over, took the hated device off and turned off the lights and left me in the
flat where I promptly fell asleep still chained to the bed.