The black limousine entered the gates of the estate. Inside the gleaming vehicle
were John Clark, successful businessman, and his Twenty-two year old blonde assistant
Lisa. Today had started poorly for Lisa. She had been evicted from her apartment and her
car was repossessed. However, tonight she was getting a second chance, thanks to her
employer for the last year. When she arrived at work today she confessed her financial
problems to John. Then she spent the day worrying, while he researched her plight. He
invited her to stay with him that night when he announced he had found a solution to her
dilemma. He told her he would explain it to her over dinner at his place. As John led her
up the stairs and into the entrance hall the look on her naïve face was priceless...awe.
“Think you could stand to live here Lisa?” he grinned at her.
“Who wouldn't, but it is a little intimidating, I'm afraid I could get seriously
lost in here,” she smiled at him. If she were not a conservative girl at heart, she would
have got down on her knees and begged him to let her be his toy, to use as he pleased. She
felt a strange attraction to John since she opened up to him, but her demure personality
prevented her from voicing those thoughts.
He smiled back. What would she think if she knew my real plans? He suspected she
would be thrilled. I don't think it really matters though, not after what I discovered
today. Her financial situation was so bad that it put her completely at his mercy. Why not
just keep her and start her training tonight? It would be no problem to make her vanish
without a trace. I’ll just bait her during dinner and make my decision once I see how she
reacts.
As they entered John’s opulent mansion an older woman wearing a maid’s uniform
greeted them. She walked directly up to John. “Welcome home Sir, Jack informed me that you
will have a guest for dinner. Two place settings are ready in the dining room, I hope the
lady likes steak and baked potatoes?”
“Thank you Daphne, this is Lisa,” John said.
“Nice to meet you Daphne, that sounds wonderful,” Lisa answered, as she was
reminded how hamburger had been the best meat she could afford lately.
“Hello, Miss Lisa, welcome to Master Clark’s home. If you will please follow me, I
will take you to the dining room. Mr. Clark, Jack needs a few minutes of your time, if
that is alright with you Sir.”
“That will be fine Daphne. If you will excuse me for a few minutes Lisa, I’ll meet
you in the dining room shortly.” John started walking towards what appeared to be a
library off to her left. Lisa fell in behind Daphne and they walked towards the dining
room. As John entered the library he saw Jack sitting in one of the chairs by the
fireplace and he took a seat in the chair next to him.
“Have you found any more information regarding lovely little Lisa?” John asked his
friend.
“I did a little more thorough check on her background and associations, and
amazingly the girl is really isolated. No family and few friends. I got her phone records
from one of my contacts. She rarely communicates with anyone.”
“During dinner I'm going to go fishing with this one's head. I think I can get her
to accept her new role. It would be easier if she walks in willingly, even if she doesn't
know the full extent of what it demands.”
Jack chimed in, “I suspect your plan is to take this one completely, erasing her
entire existence and making her your complete slave. I'm sorry if I am more than a bit
jealous!”
“Don't worry Jack, I'm a busy man, her training will require more than just me. You
and Daphne, with her special talents, will be needed to properly prepare her for her new
life. I'm beginning to think we can take this one to the level I have been looking for.”
John paused to smile and then said, “I shouldn't keep the little lady waiting too long,
and while we are eating, inform Daphne to be prepared to start her training tonight.”
As Lisa followed Daphne down the hall towards the dining room, she realized how
shapely Daphne was - large breasted with a slim waist and a nice round rear end. She hoped
that when she was older her figure would be as nice. The uniform was a bit strange to her,
somewhat like a sexy French maid style. Her top was black with white lace trim above a
short skirt with black stockings and what looked like extremely high spiked heels. Lisa
wondered how she could move so graciously on such high heels.
When they entered the dining room Lisa was impressed when she saw the twenty-foot
high ceilings and a table that could seat two-dozen people. At the end of the table there
were two place settings, one at the head of the table and the other just on the right
side. Daphne went to the side seat and pulled it out, ”Please sit here Miss; the Master
will join you shortly. Would you like a glass of wine, or some other drink?”
“Just a soda, if you have it,” said Lisa as she took the offered seat. So elegant
and formal, Lisa thought. The maid went through a door across the room, and returned in
just a couple of minutes with her drink. As she placed it in front of Lisa, the awestruck
girl asked, “Have you worked for Mr. Clark long?”
“I’ve have served Mr. Clark for over ten years miss.”
“I'm a little surprised he is single, he's so handsome. Maybe he's just one of
those confirmed bachelor types?” Lisa ventured, as she attempted a little fishing with
Daphne.
“I wouldn't know about being a ‘confirmed’ bachelor, that's not a servant's place
to say. But I can say this, he is a very demanding and exacting man, and it may be that
most women can't deal with that. I have seen him with many women, but never for very long
Miss.”
“Considering how spectacular this house is, I imagined he had to be very demanding
and as you said, ‘exacting’, in order to be able to live like this. I mean, maybe it's
inherited, but after working for him for a year, its clear to me how hard he works and how
successful the business is.”
“He is a very dedicated and hard working man Miss. I am told he had a small
inheritance that he parlayed into the fortune he has now. At any rate, I have work to do,
so please excuse me; I believe the Master will be with you shortly.”
And with that, Daphne left the room again, leaving Lisa to muse on her new
benefactor. Demanding and exacting, what exactly did the maid mean by that? And the way
she keeps referring to him as the ‘Master’, is it just that he is the master of the house,
or is there a hidden meaning to it? The way she says it makes it seem like there is
something more to it.
At that moment John strode into the room and took the seat at the head of the
table. He smiled and said, “I hope this isn't too posh, I am just as happy getting a bite
in the kitchen, but on short notice Daphne just assumed to set us up in here.”
“Oh, it's fine, really. I'm just not at all accustomed to such lavish surroundings,
I feel out of place.”
“I'm sure you could get used to it. Believe it or not, I’ve lived here nearly ten
years, and I still get lost once in a while. Are you ready for dinner?”
“Whenever you are, Mr. Clark.”
“Call me John, no need for formalities outside the office.” He pulled a cell phone
out of his pocket and hit the intercom button. “Daphne, we’re ready when you are,” then he
turned back to Lisa and said, “I suppose in the old days I would have one of those pull
ropes to inform the staff to serve dinner, but technology makes for a less intrusive and
more effective way to communicate my needs.”
Nearly immediately, the door Daphne had just used swung open and she emerged with a
pushcart that had dinner on two plates under gleaming silver covers, along with a drink.
Daphne wheeled it over and placed the drink by John. Then Daphne placed Lisa's plate in
front of her and removed the cover revealing a large filet mignon, an even larger baked
potato, and some mixed vegetables, all on a gorgeous china plate. Dinner was the most
delicious she’d had in ages, and she hungrily ate everything, trying to remain elegant as
she did it. He was more deliberate and did not fully empty his plate like she did.
“I can see you were very hungry. I can imagine things have been very difficult for
you the last couple of years. I just wish you had come to me sooner,” he said, smiling at
her with that captivating look again.
“Well, truth be told, life has been a struggle ever since I lost my family. There
were times I just wanted to die, but I persevered. Honestly, Mr. Clark, uh John, if I
hadn't come to you today, I don't know if I would have made it through tonight Not with
the way my day started anyway. Thank you again.”
“I fully understand. Your only problem was that you were thrust into reality
without being prepared, and while you probably could have handled it better than you did,
you aren't alone. In this day and age it is far too easy to bury yourself in debt, and
many people do, most without the intention to do so.” He leaned closer to her. “You know,
I am of the firm belief that some people are meant to lead and some to follow. I think
that is why I never married.”
“What do you mean by that? “She asked, hoping to get the answer to the question she
tried asking Daphne.
“Well, today’s attitudes, especially regarding women, is that everyone needs to be
independent, to control their lives. It's been my experience, at least with the women I
have tried to get involved with, that they feel a need to control their men. They get
involved, decide what they don't like, and then they attempt to manipulate the man into
what they want. The end result is that one of two things occurs; either the relationship
fails, or the man changes and he isn't what she was attracted to, and it fails anyway.”
“Oh my, I never really looked at it that way. Since I’ve never really had the time,
at least since college, to get involved with a man. I guess I don't really have any
experiences of my own. Now that you said that, and thinking about some of the
relationships other people had in college, it does make sense. I remember several
conversations with girls at school, where they talked about ‘fixing’ their boyfriends. At
the time all I could think was that when I found someone, I would want to accept him as he
is. You know what I mean?”
“Yes I do, but such a simple statement is not always so simple in reality. Everyone
has differences, and learning to accept them is very hard to do. Where do you think
bigotry and racism comes from?”
“John, you are opening my eyes to things I really never thought about. When you
said some people should lead and some should follow, that really struck me. Especially
since the first thing I thought about was that I have no desire to lead, all I really want
to do is find someone to follow. Someone who can lead me to happiness and fulfillment,
make me feel valuable and needed. For that person I would do anything. And today, when I
told you my problems and you offered to help me I realized people like that do exist and
you are one of them. Thank you again.”
“Be careful what you say Lisa, that was a profound statement you just made. In some
ways it is harder to follow than to lead, and doing anything for someone has far ranging
implications.”
“I don't understand why following would be harder than leading. When you follow,
someone else makes the decisions for you. And I guess when I said I would do anything, I
meant as long as I don't compromise my morality.”
“To follow you first have to make the choice to do so and then you have to accept
that you may be required to do things you would not choose to do. That is not as easy as
you think; when you really follow someone else's lead you make one choice, to give up the
right to choose. Some people think they follow, but when they challenge their leader, they
are no longer following.”
“But if the person who leads is making a bad choice, shouldn't the follower
question it?”
“Bad and good have nothing to do with what I'm talking about; all I'm emphasizing
is the distinction between following and leading. To truly follow, questioning is not an
option, you have to allow the leader to decide what is right and wrong. That goes back to
your morality statement. If you are going to really follow someone, then you need to
accept their morality as yours, even if it doesn't fit your preconceived notions. Then,
and only then, can you do anything they ask. And that my dear is why it is unlikely I
will ever find my soulmate.”
Lisa looked puzzled. “I guess I see the logic in what you are saying. It would
definitely be a large leap of faith putting your self under the total control of someone
else. And you are right; it seems very likely that the follower would be faced with a
challenge to never question the leader. I just don't understand how that relates to you
finding a soulmate.”
“Well, I came to the realization a long time ago that my personality is strictly
dominant, and that cuts across all levels of my life, business and personal. I don't want
to offend you, but my expectation from a relationship is not what the mainstream would
consider acceptable. I would want any woman who gets involved with me to understand her
role would be submissive to me, totally and completely.” He smiled at her, and for just a
moment was a little unsure as to whether he had gone too far, but he wanted to test this
girl.
Lisa looked at him, and seemed a bit uncomfortable. “When you say submissive, do
you mean like a” - she hesitated a moment - “slave?”
“That would be one term you could use, but that is just a word. Can you stand a
stark example of what I mean?”
“An example? I'm not sure what you mean.” Her nervousness was very evident.
“I’ll use Daphne as my example. She is submissive to me, but it is not in her
nature to be submissive all the time. So she could not be the person that would complete
me, though she does serve me well. I could bring her out here right now, tell her to
remove her blouse and display her breasts for you, and she would obey immediately.”
Lisa squirmed a bit. Did he really have that kind of power over someone? She needed
to see this to believe it. Why am I getting so hot and bothered by this conversation? I
feel a need to surrender to this man and it is a compulsion like I never felt before, as
if he speaks to my soul!
She composed herself and said, “John, I really don't believe Daphne would do that,
it seems too far fetched, I would have to see it to believe it.” Deep down she wanted to
see if he did have that kind of control over someone.
“Is that a request for a demonstration?” he replied. She is so close, I think I am
close to ensnaring her. Daphne will determine if Lisa enters slavery willingly, or wakes
up tomorrow as a captured woman. Pulling out his cell, he hit the intercom button again.
Within a few seconds Daphne emerged and walked directly up to John, “How may I help
you, Sir?”
“Daphne, remove your blouse and bra and place them on the table. Then stand at
attention,” Jack said in a matter of fact tone.
“Yes Sir!” She quickly unbuttoned her top, removed it and placed it on the table.
The same process followed with her bra, and she stood rigid gazing at him, seemingly
unfazed by her exposed breasts.
Lisa was amazed, and disturbingly pictured herself in Daphne's position. Could I do
that? She wondered what it would be like to be in Daphne’s place. Then she noticed her
pussy was tingling.
“Daphne, have I complimented those marvellous breasts of yours lately? They are
quite spectacular,” John said, as he smiled at her.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“They deserve some airing out, pity to keep them under wraps all the time, leave
your clothes on the table, and return to what you were doing.”
“Certainly Sir, thank you Sir, is there anything else you need of me?”
“I already told you to go, why did you question me?” he said in a stern voice.
“Sorry Sir, it is just my habit, yet you did give me an order I questioned. Please
give me an appropriate punishment at your convenience for that offence.”
“Very well, and I will add to the punishment for your impetuous request for
something you well know is MY decision to make. I will punish you if and when I see fit!”
he barked at her.
“Sorry Sir, yes Sir, excuse me.” And she left quickly, but she did not cower at all
from his rebuke.
Lisa was in shock, and John knew he had to explain the little ‘play’ she just
viewed, so he said, “I hope you aren't alarmed by what just happened. I know it went a
little beyond what you were expecting, so let me explain. First off, you need to know that
this was not an unusual occurrence between Daphne and I. She is here completely of her own
free will, by her own choice. As I said before, she is submissive to me, but not a totally
submissive person. This is why she sometimes oversteps her position with me. She knows
that there are consequences for it, since I require complete obedience from her. Do you
understand?” He looked at her with a grave look.
“I’m not sure, but what kind of punishment were you talking about? I mean she is an
adult and your employee, it seems kind of childish to punish her,” Lisa ventured, suddenly
feeling very meek with John staring at her that way.
“Childish? Not at all, everyone is responsible for his or her actions, and when
they make a mistake they need to be held accountable. Punishment can mean many things;
people get fines or go to jail. Adults are punished all the time for breaking rules.”
“Well since you put it that way, are you going to fine her or something?”
“No, nothing like that, that would not really get the message across to her. Money
is not something she is concerned about. What I will do will be designed to be something
she does not like. It will reinforce her obligation to follow my orders, but that is
personal between her and I.”
“I'm sorry if I was being too intrusive, I must say seeing her follow your orders
like that, without hesitation or embarrassment, was amazing. She must trust you very
much,“ Lisa replied. I want to be like her! Order me to strip and do your bidding! Oh, and
what kind of punishment might this man wield? A picture of Daphne bent over his desk
getting spanked by John flashed in Lisa’s mind, and the tingling in her loins increased.
She now realized something; she really had been foolish and childish for allowing her life
to become such a mess, and the idea of being punished for it appealed to her. It might
help cleanse her of her shame.
“Actually,” he said, “She trusts me completely. She could not have done what she
did in front of you without that being part of her core being. It's a pity she has that
headstrong streak, but such is life. While I may have been able to alter it and have her
bury it, losing it completely wouldn't be natural for Daphne and I would not do that to
her. So we are what we are. How does what you just witnessed make you feel Lisa? I expect
you to be open and honest with me, I just let you into a very private part of my life, so
to be fair it's time for you to reveal some of yourself.” He smiled and gazed deeply into
her eyes, and she felt as if he knew what she had just been thinking.
Oh my God! This is my moment of truth, he has released something in me I can't
control, and my heart tells me that only he can control it. I need him to take complete
control, to strip me to the bone and remould me into something I can't even imagine, his
pet, HIS PROPERTY! Oh, how do I do this? What should I say? I don't want to sound stupid,
but my heart tells me he wants me to submit to his will, and if I do I will find
fulfillment!
She said, “Sir, today started as a disaster, and right now I feel like I have had a
revelation. What just happened in this dining room has altered my view of life, and I have
a need to express something to you, but I am afraid to.” She paused, hoping for him to
encourage her.
“Listen to me Lisa, you have worked for me for a year now. We are far beyond the
‘getting to know you’ stage of our relationship; we have worked too closely together. I am
attracted to you, not because you are beautiful, and you are” - she blushed - “but because
as time progressed I saw your true nature. You are a submissive, unlike Daphne who still
needs to feel some control of her life. You need to make a leap of faith to find your true
calling, but it is a decision you need to make. As we just discussed, the choice you face
is to surrender all control and follow your heart and your Master. I know what you want
from me, and you do not yet know what that will cost, but I expect it will be beyond your
wildest imaginings. I will clean up all your messes and erase your previous life. From
this moment on, should you accept my offer, I will take ownership of your entire being. I
want your total commitment for one full year. At the end of the year you will again be
given a choice. And the choice will be, remain with me as my property, or move on with a
clean slate. It is time to choose Lisa.” He was staring so far into her soul that she felt
as if he already owned her.
“Oh God Sir, can I have some time to think?”
“Foolish girl, you know what you want, what do you want to think about? Why you
shouldn't do it? No, you do not have time. Take the leap now, or lose the option, I am not
a patient man, and I know what you need far better than you do.”
She stared at him, only one simple decision to make, and she was frozen and too
terrified to choose. She needed to cross a line, to take that leap, but she was still
trapped by her conservative nature.
He continued talking. “I suspect you are attracted to me and this is because of the
power you feel in my presence. Lisa, I can't make the choice for you, but once you make
this single choice, I promise to show you what you really are, in your heart. ANSWER ME
NOW!”
“Yes SIR! I very much want to accept your offer, to serve you completely, please
accept me as your property, I have made my choice!” Lisa cried out, feeling relief and
anxiety all at once.
“By your own FREE WILL, Lisa?” he asked, still staring directly at her.
“By my own free will, Sir.” She was still staring into his eyes and starting to
feel dizzy.
“To be used in any way I see fit?” His stare was now overpowering her will.
“In any way, Sir!” She started thinking of herself naked and kneeling at his feet.
“Very well, first rule, you will always address me as Master, and acknowledge that
whenever a question or request is made by me.”
“Yes, Master.” She felt so comfortable saying that.
“Second, as I am a busy man and you will need extensive training in order to
properly learn the role you have chosen, Daphne will be in charge of much of your
training.”
“Yes, Master.” That was unexpected, but she quickly realized that she could learn a
lot from Daphne since she witnessed that performance just a few minutes ago.
“You will refer to Daphne as Mistress, as I am Master. Remember when I said she had
a headstrong streak? It will serve you well in your upcoming training. Don't think for a
minute I am about to sweep you off your feet and make mad passionate love to you. You need
to be properly trained before submitting to me in that way. Do you understand?” He smiled,
feeling more satisfied than he thought possible. He still expected she would have a tough
adjustment period. He would inform Daphne to introduce her to the pleasures of submission
before the real discipline began.
“Yes Master, I understand Daphne is now my Mistress, thank you Master for accepting
me.” She smiled, unsure if she said too much.
“I have accepted you as a candidate, for now. You will have to constantly prove
your worthiness if you want to become mine permanently.”
“Yes Master.”
This one was so ready; it was going to be enjoyable breaking her down and
remoulding her into my plaything. He pulled out the cell phone and called for Daphne, who
appeared nearly instantly, still bare breasted.
“Yes Sir?” She came to attention next to him.
“Daphne, Lisa just made the choice to submit herself to me, completely.” Daphne
glanced over to Lisa and an unnerving smile spread across her lips. John continued. “She
has also accepted you as her Mistress and her trainer. I expect you will properly train
her to my expectations. I have a few matters to deal with given this turn of events, so I
leave her to you for now. Take her to her room, bathe her, and ‘tuck’ her in for the
night, then come to my study.”
“Yes sir, it will be done as you wish,” Daphne responded, looking positively
gleeful. John left the room without another word, leaving Daphne and Lisa alone.
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