“I am going to recite to you, verbatim, the tenets of your new existence.” Candace stood over her kneeling slave, looking down from above. “Take notes Chloe, because I expect you to memorize these~”

“One. Know your place. You have a role to play. You have a purpose, and it is important that you know what that purpose is. As a slave, your purpose is whatever your master says that it is, no matter how big or small. Recognize that you are below your master, and remember your place and purpose.”

“Two. Know your master. You have a master, and you need to know who your master is. You belong to them, and that puts them above all others. They are the center of your world. Know what they need, know what they want, know how to serve them. Their happiness is what is most important.”

“Three. Show respect. You are a slave, not a person. All others are above you and they deserve to be respected. Put yourself below all others, but show respect to your master first and foremost. As a slave, your master is above all others, and you are below all others.”

“Four. Do as you are told. Obey your master at all times. When your master tells you to do something, you are to do it. No matter what they tell you to do, you are to follow your master’s directions.”

“Five. Do not fight back. Your master deserves your full respect and cooperation. Do not disobey orders. Do not talk back. Do not disagree with them. Your master is the only thing that matters, and you are not to fight back.”

“Six. Act out of love, not out of fear. Your master has the right to do whatever they want to you, and you need to accept that. Always be sure that you are acting out of your love for your master, and not out of fear of what they will do to you. Always show your master that you love them, and that their happiness is your priority.”

“Seven. Identify with your master. As a slave, you are not an individual, you are a possession. Identify as your master’s slave, rather than identifying as your own person. Let yourself be viewed as your master’s slave, and nothing more. Be an extension of them, let them make your decisions, let them fulfill your needs, let them do your thinking for you.”

“Eight. Be vulnerable. Make life as pleasant as possible for your master. Open yourself up to them, trust them. Show your master that you are vulnerable to them. Show them that you are powerless. Let them touch you, let them hurt you, let them humiliate you.”

“Nine. Be adaptable. Learn from your mistakes. Show your master that you will bend to their will. Be open to anything and everything your master says, even if it goes against what you want. Your master’s desires will change, and you must change to suit their desires.”

“Ten. Strive for perfection. Don’t just do as you’re told, make your master proud. Do everything in your power to be more than what your master expects and demands from you, even if they don’t notice. The little things that you do for your master will mean a lot to them. Strive to be the best slave your master could wish for.”

“These ten principles are taught to all who enter through the facility, and no slave comes out before they have memorized them all. Though they are not quite rules per say, they are essentially guidelines for how you, Chloe, as well as all other slaves, are to conduct your life.”

It was a lot to take in, but I didn’t have a choice. Candace was my master now, and if I was going to become her handmaiden I needed to learn to live how Candace wanted me to live. Candace wanted me to memorize this list of guidelines, and I was going to do it.

“I won’t make you repeat them back to me immediately, but I will be having you try to repeat them every day before and after you sleep. Any questions?”

“None yet, Ma’am.” I swallowed nervously, looking up at her from the parlor floor, watching her sit herself in her chair. “What are we doing now?”

“Now we’re going to practice basic etiquette, you’re being trained remember?” Candace crossed her legs, thoroughly looking me over. “What comes to your mind when I mention basic etiquette, slave?”

“...rules?” I bit my lip, answering questions as I was required, but having little confidence that my answer was the correct one.

“In a way, yes… but they do fall more into guidelines as well~” Candace grinned eagerly. “I’ll tell you what I expect from your etiquette, and if I see you forgetting any of them, I will lash you, and you will graciously accept your punishment, understood?”

“Yes, Ma’am…” My voice quivered nervously.
“You’re doing this for me, remember~” She sighed happily, gesturing for me to stand up. “Go get me a drink, and then we’ll begin.”

I didn’t realize it until I got back, but Candace was sending me to the kitchen to make an example of me, to critique my performance. She took the glass of tea with one hand, gripping the clicker in her other hand. “Here you are~”

Candace didn’t say thank you, but she didn’t need to, I shouldn’t expect her to. I should do as I’m told without expecting praise or commendation in return, even though I really wanted some.

She held the clicker up so that I could see it, her thumb on the button. “Your etiquette needs some work, Chloe… though I have seen worse. You did as you were told, and that’s step one.”

Click!!

“However, you will need to learn to hold your tongue, I expect you to speak only when spoken to, or with explicit permission, which you did not have… apologize.”

“I’m sorry, Ma’am…”

“There’s the respect I’ve been looking for, you forgot that too when you were speaking out of line, I expect to hear you address me with a title… apologize, and do it properly.”

“I’m sorry again, Ma’am.” I looked down at the floor, not wanting to see the disappointment in her eyes. I thought I was doing well…

Click!!

My heart fluttered with excitement, hearing her press the button on the clicker.

“Just like that, cast your gaze downwards when it’s not needed… You wouldn’t want to accidentally make eye contact with an actual person, would you?” Candace giggled to herself. “And don’t look so glum, it’s a learning experience… not a lot of girls get to be trained directly by their master, Chloe. You should feel honored.”

I let out a sigh of relief, unable to help myself from smiling. “I am honored, Master… thank you…”

“Worry not, you’ll learn. But I need to see that you’re putting the work in.” Candace fiddled with her bracelet and then pointed down the hallway, towards her bedroom door. “Now go fetch me the implement of your demise, the chest should be open.”

I hesitated, wanting to make sure I got everything right this time. I’m being spoken to, right? That means I can ask questions can’t I? Speak when spoken to? I caught myself just before I tilted my head up to look at her, not sure whether or not I was supposed to look up when I spoke. This is a lot harder than I expected, or am I just making this more complicated for myself? Am I overthinking this? Oh, I don’t know what to think.

Candace brought the glass of tea up to her lips, tilting her head at me in confusion. She obviously wanted me to have been gone by the time she finished taking a drink. “Is there a problem, Chloe?” The mistress didn’t want to assume that her slave was being disobedient, it seemed quite unlikely after the type of morning they had. “You do understand that time is of the essence don’t you? You aren’t being disobedient are you?”

“No Ma’am, I’m not. I’m just… nervous. I want to get this perfectly right.”

“No slave gets things perfectly right on their first try, Chloe.”

“I’ve been working for you for months, I should be able to do this…”

“But you haven’t yet been properly trained, that’s what all of this is for.”

“I know, Miss… but if I don’t get this right, you’ll hit me.”

“Yes, you’re right.” Candace sighed, taking another sip from her glass of tea. “But that’s not your place to worry about is it, slave?”

I paused, seriously trying not to overthink it, but failing drastically. “...no?”

“You shouldn’t be acting out of fear of punishment should you?” Candace held the empty glass of tea out for me to take from her. “You should be acting out of love… do your best to make me happy, and if you get punished for making a mistake, you get punished… but it’s really not your place to worry about. Worry about making me happy, and if you make a mistake, accept your punishment… and be happy about it, it means you won’t repeat your mistakes.”

Again, it was a lot to take in, all of the numerous tenets seemed to mix and tangle together all at once, and I was terrible at not overcomplicating things. But I took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of Candace’s breath on the empty glass she had handed off to me, and thought to myself how exactly I could make her happy. “Which implement would you like, Master?”

“Something to lash you with.” Candace wiped her hands free of the wet residue from the glass, examining her nails to make sure the colors hadn’t faded.

I swallowed nervously, knowing very well that she planned on doing just that when I returned. “And would you like another drink, Master?”

“I don’t really care, now go.” Candace shooed me away with her hand.

I quickly complied, setting the empty glass in the kitchen sink before heading straight into the master bedroom, opening the large black chest beside the metal hatch in the corner of the room.

It was full of all sorts of terrible tools and implements, restraints, toys, paddles, crops, chains, but Candace wanted something to lash me with. I wanted something that wouldn’t sting too badly, but what I wanted didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered right now was her. Something that’s fun for her…

I dug through the array of lashes and made my choice, cracking the long charcoal whip in my hands, swallowing nervously at the thought of finding myself on the receiving end of it. For her…

I closed the chest, exited back into the hallway, and made sure that her bedroom light was off. She might have been rich, but I didn’t want her electricity bill to run too high. Then I was off, back to the parlor.

Or, maybe not- She said she didn’t care, but… I stopped, glancing down the hallway back to the kitchen, wondering whether I really should fetch her a refill. Don’t just do as you’re told…

It may have been an unnecessary detour, but I fetched my master a second glass of tea, holding it in both hands to ensure that it didn’t spill, the whip slung over one of my forearms, as balanced as I could make it. This time I didn’t forget my manners, I didn’t speak, I didn’t look up, I just presented my offerings to Candace.

She looked over both the glass and the whip, she wasn’t exactly surprised… she actually seemed like she wasn’t sure whether she was surprised, she didn’t know what to expect, but she seemed pleased with the offerings.

Taking her whip into her hands, she smirked mischievously at me, and then I realized that this was another test. “Turn around, present your back~”

I took a deep breath, hearing the ice cubes rattle against the glass, still in my hands as I turned to face the opposite direction. She was going to see whether I would actually graciously accept a lashing like I was supposed to. For just a moment I wasn’t sure whether or not I could do it, I didn’t want to know what being whipped felt like… but I was about to find out… and I was going to be happy about it. “Yes, Master.”

Normally the feeling of the cold glass in my hands would have been the most unpleasant sensation I’d have to endure, but I wasn’t going to have to worry about that for long. She didn’t expect me to be able to keep a hold of the full glass of tea for the duration of my lashing, and I didn’t either. I didn’t need to get her a refill, going without it would have been the easy thing to do, setting it down would have been the easy thing to do, but I wasn’t supposed to do the easy thing, I was supposed to do whatever made Candace happy. Whatever happens, happens. I can do this.

It was like a thousand slaps to the face, all at once. My bare skin burned with each subsequent snap of the whip. But it didn’t burn quite like my brands had. My brands…

I felt the cold chill leave my hands, my entire body on fire. I knew better than to expect myself to hold onto the glass without it slipping away, but I had done my best.

Crack!! Bullseye. A single snap of the whip landed it directly onto my brand, just above my tailbone. It stung worse than it ever had before, sending all the pain that I’d experienced receiving my brands coursing through my body all over again.

I held onto that, clinging to the pain of my brand for support, pulling it in close. That brand was going to get me through this beating, that brand was going to get me through this training, that brand was going to keep me from being torn away from the woman I loved, I couldn’t let it get taken from me, I wasn’t going to let that happen. The cold sting in my hands and burning heat in my skin was nothing compared to the scorching chill of being branded as Candace’s property, her slave.

This one is mine. She had written her name on me, and that’s how you knew I belonged to her. It has my name on it. That means it’s mine.

I desperately gasped for breath once it was over, the glass hadn’t shattered, but it did spill the entirety of its contents onto the floor. I stopped, trying to figure out what she would want me to do now, kneeling on the floor in front of her and not looking up.

“Somebody has to be to blame for spilling tea all over my floor, do you know who that might be?”

“It’s me, Ma’am… I’m to blame.”

“Right answer, now clean it.”

Test passed. Cleaning was nothing to me now, I wiped Candace’s floors for a living now, despite not getting paid for it. “Would you like me to clean it with my mouth or with a mop?”

Candace paused for a moment, taken aback by my sudden eagerness to serve her with my mouth. “Let’s not get the mop all dirty just for this~”

Leaving the cleaning supplies in the closet, I licked the tea off the floor with just my tongue. It wasn’t too bad, I cleaned this floor twice a day, making sure it was always spotless. The only thing that I could think of that had touched this floor were Candace’s feet, and I didn’t much mind the thought of Candace’s feet in my mouth. But clearly I was forgetting something, because after a minute or so, my tongue started tingling.

“Right, Sophia.” Candace shook her head, noticing that my tongue had started bothering me.

I froze in place as soon as I heard that name, barely able to keep myself from looking up at her. Hearing that name still got to me, it bothered me more than anything else did.

“Not you, Chloe. Sophia.” She paused, sighing to herself. “She’s been shedding. Getting cat hair all over the floor. On your tongue. I swear, Thea never shed, but she had been getting hair all over the place.”

“Right. I forgot…” I bowed my head, still not looking up at her. “Sorry, Ma’am.”

“It’s alright, doll.” Candace retrieved the clicker device from her pocket, pressing down on the button.

Click!!

“That’s for getting it right this time, good girl.” Candace stood, holding the clicker out to me. “This device will be your lifeline~”

“My lifeline?” I swallowed nervously.

“It’s August now, so I’m going to give you until the first of September.”

It’s August already?? I had no idea what month it was even, the many weeks since I’d arrived here had melded together. “First of September for what, Ma’am?”

“To earn one hundred clicks~”

“One hundred??? How am I supposed to get one hundred of them???”

“By performing exceptionally as a slave, and earning them.”

“Well what day is it now?” I could count, I had thirty one days at most, but without knowing the exact date, I had no idea what sort of time crunch I’d be on. “How long do I have?”

“The little number crunching gamer brain you’ve got there is so cute, but I can’t tell you that, Chloe.”

“Why not?”

“Because that would be cheating, it’s disingenuous. I want you on your best behavior at all times, not trying to count how many clicks you need each day before the deadline.”

“But what happens if I don’t make the deadline?”

“I can’t tell you that, either~”

“Candace, please!!”

“...What was that?”

“I-” I stopped, amending myself and bowing my head. “Please, Master.”

“Chloe… As you have seen, I’m not close-fisted when it comes to awarding you for good behavior. I will of course count the ones you’ve already received towards your total, you’ve gotten five today, and you didn’t even know that you needed them. But you got those because you were on your best behavior… I want all of them to be like that.”

“So all I need is to do as I’m told and not misbehave?”

“Not quite… Yes, that will get you part of the way there, but I need more from you than just that. I need exceptional behavior.”

“So… Make you happy?”

“Make me happy~”

“Yes, Master.”

Candace smiled, giving me a wink as she pressed the button again.

Click!!

“Follow me, let’s take a walk.”

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Candace opened up the door into the large wardrobe room, stepping into the large space filled with a terrifying array of clothes. “What’s your favorite color, slave?”

“Red.” I said, biting my lip nervously. “Just like your eye, Master.”
Candace chuckled to herself, shaking her head at my silly attempt at flattery. “Yes, well… My favorite color is blue, so you’ll be wearing blue.”

“Fair enough, Ma’am.” I giggled. “What will I be wearing, exactly?”

Rather than answering, Candace just took a pair of very skimpy looking blue garments from one of the many many rows of disorganized clothes, able to find exactly what she was looking for in just a few moments. “This~”

I couldn’t tell what it was at first, but once I took a look at them my heart skipped a beat. I just stood there like an idiot, blinking at it. “What… what is this, Master?”

I knew that it was a stupid question, but I still couldn’t believe it. “What does it look like?”

“It looks like-” I swallowed, holding it to my chest. “A bathing suit… Ma’am.”

“That’s because it is a bathing suit.” Candace began looking for a bathing suit for herself. “Now put it on~”

“Wh-what for, Ma’am?” I couldn’t stop myself, I had to look up at her.

“So that we can go swimming.” Candace furled her eyebrows at me, and in a moment I felt my gaze instinctively staring back down at the floor.

“I promised to take you swimming, someday… In celebration of your newfound devotion to me, that someday... is today.”

“Today?” I paused, clutching onto the clothes as hard as I could, beginning to put them on right then and there as I was told.

“It’s August…Soon, it’ll be too cold to go swimming, and we’ll have to wait until next year… but don’t worry, even if it’s already cooling down, my pool is heated.” Candace grabbed a one piece red bathing suit for herself, winking at me as we made eye contact. “I’ll have to change in private, I’m afraid. Go wait for me in the kitchen~”

There was a glass of iced tea waiting for Candace by the time she’d gotten to the kitchen, as well as a slave kneeling on the floor next to the table instead of sitting in one of the seats, my eyes looking down at the ground, at her beautiful pedicured feet.

Click!!

The collar vibrated against my throat everytime she pressed that button. It shouldn’t have felt so wonderful, but it always did. I couldn’t get enough of the metal buzzing against my skin, but I especially loved knowing that I was making her happy, that she was proud of me.

“Very good, Chloe.” She picked up the glass, taking a sip of it before fidgeting with her bracelet ever so slightly, causing the light on my collar to slowly begin blinking blue as she unlocked and opened the sliding glass door out of the dining room, beckoning for me to follow her. “Don’t worry, your collar is waterproof.”

“Must we swim in the pool Ma’am?” I stepped onto the porch outside, looking out over the ocean towards the horizon. “Can’t we go out there?”

“Baby steps, Chloe. We’ll get there someday, but that someday will have to wait~”

“Right… Yes, Master.” I was going to follow her to the end of the earth. Her eyes were more beautiful than any ocean, blazing brighter than any sunset. But still a part of me just wanted to dive headfirst into those endless blue depths and swim away forever. I’d dreamed of that sea ever since I first laid my eyes on it, but now I had someone I wanted to bring with me. “Someday…”

The doghouse!! I’d almost forgotten about the doghouse, it was like a little bit of playground equipment just for me. I was a pretty outdoorsy person, despite being an avid video gamer, I always needed a break, I was allergic to dust after all. Hopefully now that Candace and I were growing closer, I’d get to use the doghouse more often.

“Arf!!” I barked, immediately clasping my hands over my mouth. Wait. Does that count as talking? Am I allowed to do that?

I know I’m not a literal dog, but I like dogs!! I thought it would be cute… and I did begrudgingly enjoy the rare occasion when Candace called me her dog… and treated me like her dog. Wow, maybe I am a dog.

Candace, thankfully, also thought it was cute, almost doubling over herself giggling at me. “I thought you said you weren’t a dog? What are you going to do, pup? Doggy paddle?”

“I just saw the doghouse and thought it would be cute, okay!!” I pouted, crossing my arms and glancing away from both her and the doghouse.

“Well it was cute!! And it was pathetic, just how I like you~” Candace stood at the edge of the pool, tying her hair back behind her head. “Now get in the water.”

I stood on the edge of the pool looking down, glancing at my reflection in the still surface. I couldn’t believe how much I had changed. I had become a completely different person, for better or for worse.

“That’s an ORDER!!” I felt Candace’s hands on my back, bracing myself for the cold chill of the water as she forcefully shoved me over the edge and into the water. The cold embrace that I was waiting for never came however, as Candace’s pool really was heated, just like a warm bath.

It was a wonder how the pool kept clean. Candace never seemed to drain or cover it, but it was completely spotless inside. She had me to clean the inside of her house, but she never made me clean out her pool. She never let me clean out her pool, she must hire someone to do that for her. The idea of her hiring someone else to clean for her made me… jealous. That’s my job…

Candace sat on the edge of the pool with her legs in the water, admiring me resurface. I was glad to have her watching over me, she was more gorgeous than any lifeguard.

I nervously swam to her. “Permission to court you, Ma’am?”

“Court me?” She pinched her legs closed, chuckling at my words in disbelief. “We are not equals, there is no courting to be done, you haven’t received permission to speak to me.”

I recoiled in place, my gaze drifting down to my own feet floating in the pool, until a moment later I felt her fingers on my skin, she didn’t hit me, she was just lifting my gaze up to meet her by my chin. “Less talk. Less speaking out of line. More service. More submission… More swimming around and looking pretty~”

I smiled, pushing myself away from the wall and back into the water. How was I supposed to make myself look pretty while swimming, I was a dog, dog’s aren’t the most elegant of swimmers. I looked very silly, and I guess it was kind of cute.

“Go ahead, do your doggy paddle for me, girl~” She smiled, splashing water at me with her foot. I did as I was told, doggy paddling my way back to her like an obedient lap dog.

Her legs were perfectly smooth, cutting through the water like a knife. I was a short little goofball, but the shape of her body was perfect, her curves were beautiful, exquisite.

I couldn’t help it, her body was worthy of worship.

“Why don’t we just swim naked, Ma’am?” I smiled, holding her delicate soft foot in my hands. “Wouldn’t you like that?” Candace had seen me naked countless times, I had spent much of the last few weeks completely naked, but I had never seen her naked, and I wanted to. I needed to know what she looked like beneath her clothes, beneath that gorgeous red bathing suit.

Without answering, she slipped into the water, quickly sinking beneath me, her ponytail of platinum blonde albino hair floating behind her.

“If I wanted you naked, I wouldn’t have had you put on that pretty little bikini~” She surfaced, splashing me from behind.

I turned towards her, swimming towards my master. Wanting to climb all over her, to ravage her like a wolf. No. To be ravaged by her, to be her dog. Following her obediently through the rippling waves as she slowly paddled through the water. She needed no leash to pull me around, I was going to follow her to the horizon and back.

And so we swam, it had been a terrible and wonderful day, but there was nowhere I would have rather been than there with her, swimming beneath the light of the sunset, gazing longingly into the light of her eyes. The deep blue ocean in her eyes, that was what I wanted, not freedom, just her.

Candace climbed out first, sitting down at one of the poolside chairs and slowly wringing water out of her hair, gazing over at the sunset. I, like a precious little lap dog, followed shortly thereafter, kneeling beside her and leaning into one of her legs.

“Is there a reason you so desperately want to see me naked, slave?” Candace undid the ponytail, letting her hair drip dry. “I thought you were cock obsessed, are you so deprived of material to masturbate to in that little cell of yours?”

How am I supposed to respond to that? My brain continued to overcomplicate things, I’d have to teach myself how to shut myself down. “No, Ma’am.”

“You aren’t a virgin, I assume.”

What was that supposed to mean?

“Granted, I have seen your search history… yikes… but at least I know that little quim of yours has gotten some use.” She turned to me, snapping her fingers for me to look up at her. “I will also grant that I myself got to use that plump little body of yours just a couple weeks ago~”

My heart sank. My surgery had only been a day ago, and the thought of what happened two weeks ago was still a sore gash in my memory. She was the only thing on my mind now, but two weeks ago the only thing on my mind was how fiercely I was willing to protect my dignity, I wasn’t going to let her spay me. I didn’t want her to touch me, I fought, I almost killed her. Getting so close to killing her was what made me realize I could no longer live without her.

She’d gotten her way, she always gets her way, she deserved to. But I had fought to try and stop that. I would have gotten to see her naked two weeks ago if I hadn’t pulled what I did. But we wouldn’t be where we are right now if I hadn’t done that. I lashed out and tried to stop her from touching me, so she knocked me unconscious and raped me.

She raped me. Yes, of course I had had sex before, but I never been raped, never been violated like she had violated me.

...What the fuck am I doing? My stomach churned with disgust, how could I turn myself over to a monster like her. She was a mafioso, a kidnapper, a human trafficker, and a rapist. I can’t be with her… Can I?

Candace continued, unable to hear the thoughts in my head, which would have inevitably gotten me thrown back into my cell. “I know you had a boyfriend, but you’re a lesbian, so I wouldn’t be too surprised if you hadn’t ever handled even just a penis before.”

That couldn’t have been further from the truth. I had lots of experience with men before in the past, and I knew my way around the penis. It was kind of an… obsession of mine, and she knew that.

I was ashamed of it. I was a proud lesbian, but I was utterly cock obsessed. That was how I’d fooled myself into thinking I could be straight for Justin, that was why Justin and I had stayed together for so long. I was obsessed with the idea of him with a penis, not with him. The number of times I had typed the letters to the word ‘futa’ was absolutely deplorable.

But I had never had a girlfriend before, I didn’t know how to please a woman, I didn’t know how to please Candace. But I wanted to, more than anything else I wanted to learn how to pleasure her. Like it or not at the current moment, she was my world. I kept asking myself, how can I give myself up to her? And the answer kept coming back the same, because I love her.

I wanted to peel back that gorgeous red bathing suit of hers and see the real her, to make up for what I did to her that night and actually truly pleasure her. Maybe my years of sucking my manager’s cock had trained me to be able to pleasure her with my mouth, maybe I could slide my tongue up her perfectly shaved pussy and eat her out like an obedient little mutt, her lap dog, her sex slave.

“My preferences don’t matter, Ma’am.” I snapped myself out of my dangerous thoughts, once again resolving to give myself up to her once and for all. I wanted to make her happy. “And neither does my experience.”

“Of course they don’t, what’s your point?” She crossed her legs, looking me directly in the eyes, the sunset reflected in her irises.

“I beg of you, Ma’am… Let me pleasure you, tonight. Here and now.”

“That sounds disturbingly like a demand, and you do not have the right to make demands with me.”

“I don’t demand anything, Ma’am… I can only beg, let me pleasure you in any way I can.”

Candace was taken aback slightly. She was hesitant, the first time she demanded sex from me I fought her and tried to escape, I tried to kill her on the night before I was meant to be spayed. My rescheduled spaying appointment had only just been the previous day, yet here I was kneeling before her with my hands facing palms up on my thighs, voluntarily giving myself up, offering to pleasure her.

“I’m afraid I’m not an easy woman to please, thrall. Last time, I quote… let my libido get the better of me and allowed you to trick me into letting you close, end quote. How do I know that trying again would go any better?”

“I know what I did last time, Ma’am, and I’m trying to fix that. That’s why I need this, I want to make up for my behavior, I want to do it right this time.” I curled my upturned hands into fists for a moment to show her that there was nothing at all in my hands. “I’m unarmed, I’m asking to be naked and vulnerable before you. All I have is what I am, and what I am is yours, Master.”

She looked on at me in disbelief for a few moments with flashes of anger and strife in her eyes, but those burning emotions in her kept flickering, her heart flipping back and forth between anger and adulation, wrath and want, fury and desire. She so badly wanted to slam me down onto my back and take me right there, but she was disciplined. She could wait, but I couldn’t. I needed this to happen tonight, I needed to show her that I was willing right here and right now.

“Master, please… I may have grown submissive, but I haven’t grown soft.” I continued to plead with her, expecting her to order silence from me at any moment. “I know this is sudden, I know this might be too soon, but you want me at my best and I want to give that to you, now.”

I swallowed nervously, licking my lips to keep them from drying up under the heat of the setting sun, begging desperately to be given just this chance. “Yes, this is my first day, and I may very well be speaking out of line right now, but that’s only because I still have a lot to learn. It’s not because of any unwillingness on my part, and I am just as willing to be punished for the words that are coming out of my mouth as I am eager to put myself between your legs and pleasure you to the best of my ability right here beside the pool, out in the open, proudly and shamelessly.”

I was going to get punished for this, I knew that and I was counting on it. I could see that she wanted to punish me, she wanted just as badly as I did to fuck me right here and now. “I can see it in your eyes, you want this!! I may not have wanted it then and I might just be fooling myself into thinking that I want it now, but what I wasn’t willing to give you two weeks ago I am desperate to give to you tonight. You deserved it then, and you still deserve it now. I’m ferocious and dangerous, but perfection and elegance can wait, Master. Let me give you passion. Let me give you fire. Let me give you pleasure.”

I braced myself for what was to come next, blatantly disrespecting her to her face as I kept on, speaking out of line. I was no longer begging for it like I was her inferior, I was challenging her like I was her rival, I was demanding it. “I know that you want this, so let me give you what you want, Master . You want it. Take it from me.”

Take it from me. What a stupid thing to say. You want me to go down like a dog, but I want to go down screaming. I’m not gonna give my everything to you, I’m gonna make you take it all from me. Even if it hurts.

“Chloe or Sophia, it doesn’t matter which. This is me , St. Clair. You wanted the shields gone, so they’re gone, and now you just have me. I humiliated you in front of the world, so now it’s your turn.” I gasped for breath, bowing my head to her in reverence despite all that I was saying, my eyes pinched shut as I grovelled at her feet, my master’s feet. “Don’t lose this time…”

I could hear her breathing as quickly and as heavily as I was, but she was speechless. There was no way she could ignore such blatant arrogance and disrespect, but there was no adequate punishment that she could give me. She couldn’t ignore that kind of passion.

She couldn’t stop herself anymore. She was going to have what she wanted and I was going to give it to her.

“You’re mine…” She stood, glaring down at me from above. “If you think you have what it takes to pleasure me, then I’m going to make you pleasure me, even if it kills you.”

There it was, I had no choice now. I’d demanded it, and I was going to get it.

“You die tonight. I am going to make sure that tonight kills you.”

“Whatever you say...” I lifted my gaze where it didn’t belong just to meet her lust filled eyes as I amended myself, returning the same lustful passion back to her. “...Yes, Master.”

“Enjoy your last few shreds of dignity and willpower, because you’re about to get fucked by a GODDESS, AND I AM GOING TO BREAK YOU. ”