I found Calista lying on the bed in the exact position I left her, further pulling me
towards her. Without hesitation, I stepped up on it and straddled her body, peering down
until she opened her startled eyes. Only when I was certain I held her attention, did I
plant my ass on her mound. Quietly, I removed the nipple clamps.
Even her eyes seemed to tremble in my presence. “You’ll be spending some time with Tom
and I tomorrow talking about the concept of slavery. If this is really what you want, it
doesn’t change the parameters of The Program so much as your motivation to participate.
Nor will you be paid for your time. We want you to be aware of the emotional and physical
changes associated with the slave mentality, so that along the way, you know where you’re
at and if you can go any further.”
“I wouldn’t have expected that,” she whispered. “Merely commands.”
“This is the real world, sweetie, not the shit you see on the internet. If you’re not
broken all the way along this path, you won’t be of any use to anyone, not even yourself.
What I mean by broken is that you must give up your own hopes and dreams, and your belief
in every bullshit thing you’ve ever heard so you can envision mine. That’s how you and I
can be together.”
“I’m not sure I have any ambition other than this.”
“That’s excellent,” I said surely. “That’s a very advanced place to start. But that’s
only your motivation. I want to know what’s in your soul.”
Furiously, she trembled feeling me invading her in ways she couldn’t comprehend. I could
feel my energy sweeping though her and returning just the way I love it, filled with fear
and passionate desire. “Many, many times we get to what ails you by putting you through
very humiliating experiences. But I will always be with you, supporting you.”
To that she wasn’t able to respond. She laid frozen under my body, insensible, incapable
of rational thought.
“If there is any way I can humiliate you, I will find it. And you will know that I’m
searching for those last bits of your sense of self, those interminable little things that
require you to feel something of human dignity or shame, rather than being simply mine.”
She hesitated a moment nearly unable to speak. On that, she closed her eyes.
“I will prepare you to be mine. I’ll never use the name Calista again.”
To this she nodded immediately. “Thank you,” she almost choked.
“I’ll be back in the morning to ask you if this is really what you want and the answer is
yes, or the answer is no. You’ll still be in The Program, but I won’t train you to be my
slave.”
“I don’t know why, I can’t explain this attraction I have toward you…the things I
envision doing for you. It’s sick.”
I laughed a little envisioning a few of those things myself. “You don’t have to explain
it. You simply need to accept it, and understand that perhaps you were made for me. That
may be the hardest part of all for you. Releasing your self-image, your ego, and giving
that all over to me to take care of, so that we can be together.”
Her lips trembled and her eyes clamped closed. A volley of tears burst through that dam
letting me know I had hit upon her motivation. The burden of being the record holder in
every category, the Great Calista Carter - washed up at twenty four, was too much for her.
I’d seen twenty four year old street walkers with more self-esteem. I simply left her
lying in the dark, crying bitterly, the sheet pulled to the humiliating tits leaving them
exposed, and closed the door.
In the kitchen, I called Tom. “Just as you thought,” I said.
“What’s she into?” he asked.
“Total slavery, or so she thinks. What do you think?”
“I’m on the other line with Alan now – been hanging out at SM sites for three years, or
since she bought that computer. Several personals sites. He hasn’t looked at them all, but
it doesn’t seem she has actually met anyone.”
“Pretty much what I thought. What I didn’t think is that she would have any interest in
sado-masochism.”
“Why not? It turns us on. And she’s a woman who can attach herself fully to a cause. I
think it’s possible. But she’s going to thrive on success…not the humiliation you so
adore.”
I snarled a little. She would endure it for my pleasure. “What time will you be here
tomorrow?”
“Get her up, let her move around a little and then put her in bondage. I’ll be there at
noon and she should be sufficiently restrained.”
“I’ll see you then.” I clicked off and went to my wife. Dead to the world of course,
still floating in that purple haze, I roused her and placed her on the bed. When I handed
her a glass of wine, she asked, “How’s Calista?”
“Wanting very much to join our household, baby, but understanding she has to prove
herself.”
With a broad smile, she turned fully to me. “Prove herself? You mean you haven’t simply
fallen in love?”
With a smart-assed grin, I said, “Never again will I ever simply fall in love,” as I held
my lips to her ear. “Whatever it is that attracts me to her is not about love, baby. It’s
about having control of her, being able to depend on her, and her me, but its not about
the very romantic love that I feel for you.”
Seemingly satisfied with that, she nestled into the crook of my shoulder. “She’s
certainly in love with you.”
“And well she should be, honey, but I come at it from a different place. Those puppy dog
eyes tell me she’ll do anything I want because I hold the key to her success. At this
juncture it’s not about a relationship between us. It’s about tits.”
“You’re going to work her hard, aren’t you?” she asked with a sly smile.
“I plan to, yes.”
“Will she get to spend some time with me, occasionally?”
“I want to spend the next couple of weeks with her, maybe even the night occasionally,
and she can IM you if she needs your counsel. But I want her undivided attention for a few
weeks.”
She merely nodded as she sniffed a bit.
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